#his clothing style is ATROCIOUS

[asimirationaspec]

why does he look like that??

#ace attorney spoilers #ace attorney #his clothing style is ATROCIOUS #what is he wearing #look at his stupid puppy dog eyes face #what happened

[lucy90712]

Wearing his clothes- headcannon

Gavi:

- You are always wearing his jerseys 

- It doesn't matter if you are going to the game in person or just watching from home he always wants you wearing his jersey with his name on the back 

- His absolute favourite thing is seeing you watching from the stands and knowing that you have his name written on the back of your shirt it gives him extra motivation to play well just for you and it's even better when you wear one that he's actually worn in a game not just a spare one he gave you 

- This all started when you flew out to watch the supercopa final and because it was a last minute trip you didn't pack much so Gavi gave you the jersey he wore in the semi finals to wear to the game and of course it was one of his best performances so now he wants you wearing his jersey every minute of every game to give him good luck 

- He likes to see you wearing his clothes in general because it shows others that you are taken and when he's with you everyone gets to see that you are his and no one else can have you 

- You wearing his clothes helps with his protective and jealous nature as he feels like he's marking his territory when you are wearing his clothes you can easily shut down any advances from anyone else without question 

"What are you wearing to the game?" He asked 

"One of your jerseys just not sure which one" you reply 

"Let me pick one" he says

"This one the first one I ever gave you we need the extra luck tonight and knowing you’re wearing that will definitely spur me on" he says 

"Well if you want extra luck how about I wear one of your hoodies over the top it's going to be cold out" you say 

"You sure know the way to my heart" he smiles 

Pedri:

- You started wearing his clothes mostly to sleep in 

- It began when he was away for a while for the World Cup and you were feeling lonely so you stole one of his shirts to wear to bed as it made you feel closer to him even though he was so far away 

- You did it for a few nights until Pedri noticed while you were on FaceTime one night, to start with you get a bit shy about it but when he says he thinks it's cute you find getting caught less embarrassing 

- From then on you wear one of his shirts to bed every night and when he's home he will often pick one for you to wear so when you come out the shower you are greeted with one of his shirts laying on the bed for you ready to wear 

- When he knows he's going to be away for a few days he will pick a few shirts out for you and spray them with his cologne so that when you come to pick one they all smell like him as he knows you secretly love them more when they smell like him

- For a while you never wore his clothes out because there is far too many things you'd never want to be seen wearing but after some refining of his wardrobe to make his style a bit better you feel ok wearing his clothes out 

"Why are you getting rid of that I like that hoodie" he moans 

"Because it's ugly I can't steal this off you and leave the house or even look in a mirror so it's got to go" you reply 

"So the criteria is if you can wear it out" he questions

"You've got it now help me out" you say 

"But these are my clothes why can't I keep the things I like" he continues to complain 

"Because you're sense of style is atrocious and that's ok because I'm here to fix it trust me your followers will be thanking me especially for getting rid of all your skinny jeans" you laugh 

"Fine but I'm only letting you do this because I love you too much to stop you" he says 

Jude: 

- Jude loves when you wear his clothes 

- He loves it so much that when he goes shopping sometimes he buys things that he knows you will like even if they aren't necessarily something he really likes because he knows you'll look cute 

- There's just something about seeing you happily wear his clothes out and around the house which melts his heart the way you always have a big smile on your face when he sees you too makes it even better 

- Knowing that even though you two aren't fully public with your relationship but that you still wear his hoodies out to meet friends makes him feel all warm inside 

- His jackets are something you steal quite often as you like the look of wearing a nice outfit with one of his jackets which is very oversized on you and Jude has to admit it does look good on you if he could post a picture of you every time you steal one of his jackets then he would

- Jude often thinks that his clothes look better on you than they do on him maybe it's the way you style them or it's just because he thinks you look so cute in his clothes but either way there are some clothes he has surrendered to your possession as you objectively look better in them 

"I'm ready to go" you say running down the stairs 

"Oh wow you look amazing" Jude says 

"Thank you sorry I stole your jacket it just looked good with this outfit" you explain

"Honestly you can keep it it looks so much better on you than it ever does on me" he laughs while being deadly serious 

"Jude you can't keep giving me your clothes I don't need all of these" you say 

"Well I can't wear them again knowing they look better on you so you keep them plus I like seeing you in my clothes" he says 

Joao:

- For a while you didn't wear any of Joao's clothes because you didn't want to just steal them without asking and you were too nervous to ask him in case he thought you were weird for asking 

- You only started wearing his clothes when you went out to the beach one day he forgot to bring a coverup so he gave you his shirt to wear from then on you were brave enough to ask and after a while you just started wearing his clothes when you felt like it 

- The things you steal from him the most are accessories like sunglasses and hats which started because sometimes you forget to bring those things but now you don't even pretend to forget you just steal them from him 

- You don't even own a hat that's why you always steal his and he doesn't mind because he has quite the collection so he always has another one he can wear, sometimes it bothers him a bit when you make them smaller to fit your head and don't change it back as then they don't fit him but you don't do that often 

- His favourite part of you wearing his hats is that you often let him choose which one goes with your outfit he enjoys that because he likes getting you to try a few and see which ones look best and when you agree with his choice he feels validated as he always likes your sense of style 

- One thing he always does is bring an extra hoodie whenever you go anywhere together so that he can give it to you when you inevitably get cold he learnt the hard way to bring a second one as one time he didn't and then he was the one who was freezing cold 

"Here love I don't want you to get cold" he says handing you one of his hoodies 

"You are always so prepared aren't you" you laugh 

"Well when my girlfriend cares more about her outfit than bringing a jacket I have to be" he jokes 

"I don't care more about my outfit you always tell me I'll be fine and that it won't be that cold and then it always is" you argue 

"Ok maybe I do that sometimes but it makes me look like a good boyfriend if I give you one of my hoodies plus you always look good in them" he admits 

"Well if I look cute I can live with you lying to me" you say 

Hector: 

- Whenever he can't find one of his shirts or hoodies he always knows exactly where they are and he's yet to be wrong as he'll always find them at your place 

- To begin with it annoys him that you take his clothes without asking as he wants to wear them but when he realises you do it because you miss him and that you always wash and return them he doesn't mind quite so much 

- Once he realised that you do it because you miss him he tries to make sure he spends more time with you and when he can't he will purposely leave you with one of his hoodies so that you can wear it when you are missing him which he has noticed makes you so much happier 

- Over time his wardrobe becomes yours but it doesn't bother him like it used to as you don't steal his clothes all the time and you always return them the only time you keep his clothes is when he gives them to you 

- He always thinks you look good in his clothes but he loves it the most when you wear one of his shirts or hoodies with shorts while you walk around his place and he likes it even more when you don't have any makeup on as he thinks you are just so naturally beautiful even when you aren't trying 

- There is no way on earth he would ever take any of his clothes back from you even if he wanted to wear them because he knows it would break your heart and he can't have you thinking he doesn't like you stealing his stuff because secretly he loves it 

"Babe have you seen my blue hoodie?" He asks before turning round to see you wearing it 

"I'm sorry I should've asked before putting it on I can take it off if you want it" you say kind of embarrassed 

"No it's ok you look so gorgeous in it it makes your eyes pop" he says 

"Are you sure?" You ask 

"Yeah I'd rather look at you in it than wear it myself anyways" he says 

"Plus what kind of boyfriend would I be if I take my hoodie from you especially when you look so cozy" he laughs 

Marc:

- He absolutely loves when you wear his clothes to the point that he just gives them to you 

- It first started when you were sick and your family were out of town so he took on the role of taking care of you, he noticed that even though you were under a blanket you were still getting cold so he got you in one of his hoodies and some of his sweatpants which helped keep you warm 

- Now he always drops off some of his clothes whenever you aren't feeling your best even if you aren't sick and he just thinks you need a pick me up he will bring you some of his clothes so you can be cozy as that's always makes you feel better 

- Of course his clothes are all way too big for you but that only makes him love having you wear them more and you love how oversized everything is on you as its perfect for lounging around or cold days 

- For some reason he just loves how small you look wearing his clothes it just reminds him that you are a delicate being and that he wants to protect you at all costs, he's protective a lot of the time but if anyone tries to do anything to you while you are all cozy in his clothes it's over for them as it brings out a whole new level of protectiveness from him 

- He also likes to match with you there are some items he has two of so he can match with you or other times he will wear something similar so you two can sort of match 

"Wait babe you should wear my hoodie instead it will look good and we can be matching" he says 

"What's with you and us matching" you say 

"I just like being able to go places matching with my beautiful girlfriend because then people know your mine and they don't try to steal you from me" he explains 

"Well in that case I'll happily wear your hoodie especially if it makes you happy" you say 

"It very much makes me happy" he smiles as you put the hoodie on 

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[belphieslavenderscentedpillow]

Obey me brothers finding out that YOU have decided to match clothes with MAMMON

My first headcannon! So excited 😆 hope you enjoy!

Lucifer

Wait you‘ve decided to match clothes with Mammon?

How peculiar… well it definitely is an interesting fashion choice..

Does he like it? Oh it‘s fine.

No it’s not.

Why did you choose to match clothes with him?! I mean he’s a perfectly fine partner to match with!

Will try to show you how pissed he is but would rather die than actually tell you that he’s upset

He‘ll be more upset at Mammon too

He‘ll lash out on him more often

Would probably do it less if Mammon would stop gloating

He‘ll try to interfere subtly, like pointing out flaws in the outfit even though his fit isn’t really fashionable either

Oh you picked it out?

Well then the outfit is amazing!

Don’t you dare roll your eyes at him MC.

Since that doesn’t work he just strings Mammon on the ceiling

After that’s done he‘ll try to subtly hint that he wants to match outfits with you too..

Mammon

You wanna match outfits with him? Really?

This man is over the god damn moon

He would literally wear a frilly pink dress to school if it meant that he could match with you

Will show you his entire closet of outfits to let you pick out something

Would also clean his room if you asked him too

When you guys match he will literally be smug about it for the whole week

Like; my human matched with me, what about your suck ass love life

Will NOT shut up about it and will talk to literally anyone about how much you like him and how awesome he is and about how cute you are

When he senses his brothers envy he literally smirks with a face like; „you wish that was you huh“

He rubs it in so bad

But he is genuinely so happy that you wanted to match with him

Like even though Lucifer strung him upside down he was still smiling like a lovesick fool

when you walked in RAD together with your cute matching outfits he literally shined with confidence

His smile never left his face for the whole day

He even asked someone to take a picture of you two so he could always remember today

He has the picture as a print framed in his room and as his lockscreen

This outfit is his new all time favourite now and he wears it whenever he needs a confidence boost

Would 100% want to do matching outfits again

Leviathan

You matched outfits with Mammon?!?

That is literally so unfair

When you guys walked down together he literally whined

he knows you wouldn’t match with him, but Mammon?!?

Mammon‘s not even that fashionable!

Will literally say everything wrong with the outfit even pointing out irrelevant details

„The sowing is uneven and the button should be slightly more to the left oh and-!“

Wha- you picked it out! Oh shit

He didn’t mean it like that! Honest🤨

Will sulk

Everywhere.

Maybe if you feel enough pity you‘ll wear something else!

And maybe you might match with him..!?

Oh it’s hopeless, he‘ll just sit in his bathtub watching romance animes wondering why you didn’t pick him

More importantly why you chose MAMMON over him

Please match with this poor boy I don’t think he can take it

Satan

Huh..?

HUH?!

Why did you match with him?!?

What do you mean because you wanted to?!?

Unlike other people *cough cough* he doesn’t criticise your outfits

Instead he compliments it, being all sly like:

„Wow you have a great sense of fashion. Maybe you could style me next time?“

Will literally turn this little ‚inconvenience‘ into a way to get you to match with HIM

And you being all sweet will be like; sure Satan!

He‘s one sly mf I‘ll give him that..

Asmodeus

You should’ve matched with him sweetie

I mean he‘s wayyy more fashion forward than Mammon! Besides he won’t force you to match with him 🤨

Besides that outfit is atrocious!

What do you mean you chose the fit?!

What do you mean you WILLINGLY wanted to match with Mammon?!?!

Panics

He only meant it if it was Mammons selection!

Wait don’t be upset!

Is genuinely confused as to why you matched with Mammon

Tries to prove to you that he’s worthy of matching with you

When that doesn’t work he‘ll try to make you jealous

Yes MC look at me! I‘m matching with this random demon, don’t you wanna match with me now?!?!

What d‘you mean ,good‘ for me?!?

You‘re supposed to be jealous damnit!😩

Beelzebub

Isn‘t actually that disturbed by you matching with Mammon because he thinks it’s an accident

Typical sweet Beel

He just doesn’t understand the hype around two people wearing the same outfit on the same day

Then Asmo told him you guys matched purposefully

So you wanted to look like Mammon?

Why you look beautiful on your own?

He still doesn’t get it

Oh well

Maybe it’s better this way

You don’t need more people to hate on your outfit choice for no reason anyway

Belphegor

Absolutely despises it

And is very open about it too

“MC why did you match with Mammon, you could do so much better like matching with me”

Will try to convince you to change

Please MC!

You can’t cuddle with that outfit on..

When you don’t comply he sulks

Him and Levi= sulking buddies

Unlike Levi, will try to find a way to get Mammons or your outfit wet aka ruined so you have to change

When you get upset at his antics he will apologise and tell you how he wants to match with you as well

You feel bad and agree

He grins a happy smile

That doesn’t mean he won’t not be upset about you matching with Mammon till you match with him

All credits go to @belphieslavenderscentedpillow

#obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #leviathan x reader #levi x reader #om! leviathan #om! mammon #om! swd #om! lucifer #om! asmodeus #om! satan #om! mc #om! belphegor #om! beelzebub

[sopstuck]

gamzee: fancy church edition

[☕️]

⬇️ close ups & talking under cut ⬇️

these gams exist in the set of my au's where he joins the church fleet and finds basically everything he hoped for (and whatever would make him choose to leave is going to be a world-shattering event)

working in and refining some of my clurch aesthetic staples: purples and orangey golds, the red-green pair, the primaries trio; rainbow beads, rainbow gradient fabric; some harlequin diamond variations, that multi size spot cluster pattern i made that i really like; some bone and horn in the jewelry; snakes, and ribcages

i do have headcanon thoughts i keep meaning to write out about how different trolls choose to wear and style their sign, and what that says about them - highbloods put more emphasis on line signs and ancestors, i’m sure some seadwellers just get atrociously gaudy with it; within the church, the capricorn sign could have some extra weight given who the grand highblood is

this version of gamzee only seems to show his sign on clothes that he’s wearing in some official capacity (vestments, uniforms) but still dresses to clearly show off his blood and religious affiliation, and i’m sure that makes a multitude of statements depending on who you ask

anyway i like these outfits and i Will be using them again probably

#half formed post in mind about what everyone brings to their own depiction of clown church that i really need to solidify #it's about the ratios of juggalo vs commedia dell'arte vs religion vs circus and sideshow act #the sign thing wasn't intentional btw i just realized it after the drawing was done and decided to expand on it #happy accidents #click for art #gamzee #gamzee makara #clown church #homestuck gamzee #hs gamzee #this file is titled Prince of Colors #in price of forgiveness one of the grand highblood's titles is King of Colors and i love that So much it bounces around in my head

[vhstown]

hobie brown ★ general headcanons

content/warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of violence, implied abandonment (?), depictions of fictional dystopian govt + police

a/n: it's about time innit 😭😭😭 a couple little thoughts about the guy that has taken over my brain for the past 6 months give it up for spider punk ‼️ very much inspired by @qiupachups's hcs go check em out here

Hobie tends to code-switch a lot depending on who he's around. At the Spider-society, he tones his accent down so people can understand him, but speaks in his natural accent around the mandem & people he likes (e.g. Miles 😁) He's the menace EVER though so he dials the Cockney up to 100 when he's fighting cops outside of the East End because they don't understand it 💀

Even though his handwriting is... atrocious, it's actually because he's picked up the style of ransom notes. In his universe, any sort of communication can be intercepted, so it's better that he can't be identified by his handwriting. That's why it's always changing, and he's half-decent at forgery too.

Speaking of writing, he can do a bunch of pen tricks. It's almost annoying how good he is at it, and if you were to ask him how, he'd just shrug. He's just that guy, you know?

His universe's Aunt May is a lovely lady from the West Indies and she runs F.E.A.S.T in Camden. They're not actually related, but he'll always see her as his aunt. She definitely helped him out after a rough patch in his life, and he volunteers often at the shelter. Everyone there has just accepted the 7ft punk walking around a couple days a week giving out breakfast and coffee.

Hobie is also bizarrely resourceful. He has a LOT of plants in his boat, and some of them grow vegetables! He knows all about gardening and makes the best preserves and soups. It's a good time to be at F.E.A.S.T when Hobie comes in with his little cloth bag full of veggie goodness.

About the rest of his family, Hobie's parents... He doesn't even know who they are himself, to be honest — not like he wants to. However, he does have siblings and a few close cousins. They're all separated, but Hobie does his best to find them. He's the oldest of them all (so far, at least?) and though they don't see him much like a brother at first, he makes sure they're taken care of, regardless of how much younger they are than him. They're always running around F.E.A.S.T, so on the days where Hobie isn't there, he can be sure that Aunt May has a few little helpers (though they're quickly growing taller than her...)

Good with animals. Even the ones that seem a bit rabid warm up to him after a little while. He knows when to leave them alone, when to give them attention, what to feed them, etc. That's why it's not unusual to see them following him around, and a bunch of kittens at his feet eating while he eats his own lunch.

Not actually a big drinker. I like to think he only has a couple of drinks or is just an insane heavyweight because there's no way he's gonna be dismantling the dictatorship if he's piss drunk. There's been a couple times where he's knackered after a night out, though. Just another reason to hate mornings, it looks like.

Most of the stickers on his guitar are from different shows and rallies he's been to, and/or organised, but only a few out of the hundreds he's been to (there's only so much space on a guitar, after all.) It's almost like a little look through his life since he joined the punk scene. Besides, who wouldn't want to beat your local government-made villain over the head with a picture of a cartoon dog?

Absolutely, utterly, undeniably terrible at singing — or is he? Not exactly. He can hum just fine, so singing should be a piece of cake, right? He's alright at a few songs, but "happy birthday" isn't exactly something you'd be performing at the Royal Opera House (he does anyway, but that's a story for another day. Fisk's 56th birthday goes just swimmingly with Spider-Punk on the front of the news.)

Despite that, he's not particularly fond of being known as "Spider-Punk". His Spider identity isn't really meant to be identified, despite how loud his whole get-up is. He's got a lot of people depending on him, and he's careful to never leave a trace of his real identity. That also means, however, that pretty much every punk in the area has a target on their back — let's just say Hobie's got a little "BEATING UP BLUE BOTTLES 101" on a Saturday morning for all his punk friends.

Since the government's got little recording devices and cameras everywhere, Hobie's taken it upon himself to... "borrow" them. He's got a couple mates good with tech, so he's on the scene pretty fast with his own crime-tracking network — pretty sick.

In fact, Hobie's friends (in his universe and others) are pretty useful for more than a few things. For pretty much every situation, he "knows a guy", whether that's related to tech, music, clothing, art, putting together a bunch of random stolen parts to make a dimension watch...

iN CAse

it dON'T

WoRK ouT

— HoBie

🎸💫🕸️

@phoenixinthefiles (since i alr tagged chewy lol)

hey hey hi these r a bit shorter than usual but i just wanted to put these little thoughts out there ^^ might make a part 2 if i have any more thoughts idk we'll see!

rbs super appreciated have a good day and check out my atsv masterlist here!

#hobie brown #hobart brown #spider punk #hobie brown headcanons #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv headcanons #vhstown

[cordeliawhohung]

js discovered ur blog recently and i am FED. im gobbling up the writings ur brain has created god bless🙏🏻

what do you think of mafia!price reacting to his wife being insecure about her stretch marks from her pregnancy/postpartum?

ive been so worked up over my stretch marks cause ive been gaining weight recently😭😭 btw, its totally cool if u dont wanna do this...

remember to take care of urself ya :3👍❗️❗️🔥🔥🔥

thank you so much!! and oh my god i have THOUGHTS about this. i gained 40ish pounds in the span of a few months and my stretch marks are so deep i can run my fingers over them and FEEL them and it took me a while to learn that it's natural and to accept them as a part of myself, but god is it freeing. anyway. story.

mafia!141 masterlist

warnings: body image issues, slight postpartum depression, hurt/comfort, fem!reader

You don't look in mirrors anymore.

Before you had your beautiful bundle of joy, your reflection had never bothered you. Really, there wasn't really anything you felt at all when you looked into one. All a mirror had been was just a tool. Something to guide your hands when styling your hair or to ensure you had cleansed the makeup from your face.

So quickly had that tool become a weapon.

Wretched and cruel, all the mirror seemed to reflect those days was everything you tried to ignore. The stretch of your skin, those atrocious lines that plagued your stomach and thighs; your eyes were magnetized to them every time you looked at yourself. Most of all, it reminded you that the day you gave birth to your daughter, you had become more than just a mother. You became a spectacle.

It's why you started wearing baggy clothes around the house because if you could muddle the shape of your body, maybe you could blur the crevices that shredded your skin. So when your darling husband snuck up behind you while you worked on folding laundry in the bedroom, your immediate instinct was to push him away. Despite how warm his arms felt around you with large, thick hands smoothing over your stomach, you were terrified he'd feel the parts of you that were broken.

"Everything alright, love?" John asked softly at your rejection. His fingertips slowly slipped off of your body but lingered as if he regretted the movement, and they seared as if he had dug claws into you, refusing to let go.

"Yeah," you answered, but you hated how broken you sounded, even to your own ears.

Your lie was obvious, not just in the tone of your voice but in the posture of your body. How sweaty hands held a half folded shirt against your stomach as if you could hide away the shame that ate away at you. Stepping to the side, John slowly lowered your hands away from you body and turned you to face him where you were met with the watery hue of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, all but ripping the answer from your mouth.

You hated the way your lip trembled, how your shame crashed against you with such overwhelming force you nearly suffocated. There were countless times when you had been bare in front of him, laid out perfectly in bed or on top of him with a sweaty body and quickened breath. So why did you feel more stripped in that moment than any other?

"Do you... still think I'm pretty?" you choked out.

John's expression didn't change much after those words left your mouth. It was as if he already knew what ailed you. In a way, he always seemed to know you better than you knew yourself.

"Do you think you are?" he countered.

"Not anymore."

He had expected that answer too, and yet still couldn't hide the way he nearly winced. You braced yourself for his rebuttal, for the string of words telling you that you were beautiful, that you were crazy to think otherwise. Your whole life, self deprecation was always met with stern correction, because god forbid you ever felt a little insecure.

But it wasn't that way with John.

Instead, he sunk to the ground until he was on his knees, and when he took your hands into his it felt as if he was proposing all over again. The love in his eyes, the way his thumbs ran over your knuckles, it was all so intimate, so raw, and your throat grew tight at the sight.

"You brought a beautiful, perfect girl into our lives," he said softly. His eyes didn't stray from you for even a moment. "Carried her for months. Nourished her; still nourishing her. I think it's a little unfair to expect yourself to stay unchanged. Doesn't make you any less beautiful. You're still my wife. My girl. The mother of my child."

It was impossible to stop the tears from spilling, and they only fell harder the moment John leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against your stomach. So tender, as if embracing an open wound and healing it all in the same motion. It was so kind, too kind, and it forced all of your thoughts and held back words to dissipate in the back of your throat.

"Darling, you're the love of my life," he said in a near whisper, "don't ever forget that."

#mafia!price #mafia!141 #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #f!reader

[am-i-interrupting]

Velvet— One Author; Two Show Hosts Headcanons

One Author; Two Show Hosts is a Vox x Alastor’s Child Reader series. Essential knowledge: you and Vox are married by the point Velvette comes to Hell. Reader is a POC with curly hair.

Bonus: Playlist

Velvette started off her time in hell working as a costume designer. She starts off with a small business and a couple of workers, mostly overworking herself to stay on schedule.

You figure out about her while looking for a new designer for your theater.

For several months, you’re Velvette’s highest paying client.

Over time she realizes that you’re actually a fun person to bitch and gossip with. When she lets something slip about Hell being behind on technological advances, you introduce her to Vox.

This leads to Vox trying to contract her but she wises one up on him and suggests they be business partners instead.

She doesn’t do much with the technology programming and whatnot but she does have at least a general idea on how things worked and gives that information to Vox.

Soon she goes from a small business to having her own distinguishable fashion brand.

You’re still her favorite costumer though.

She makes all the costumes for your shows herself and makes sure everyone knows it.

It doesn’t take long for her to move into your and Vox’s tower.

She has a love hate relationship with Vark.

Sometimes they get along swell and are cuddled up on the couch together. Other times he’s drooling on her clothes or chewing on them and she does not respond well.

Speaking of clothes say goodbye to your wardrobe freedom. She is going through it and everything she hates in a kindle.

She will not get rid of your true vintage unless it’s absolutely atrocious. She’s a fashion girlie. She knows everything comes back in fashion eventually and with the rise of social media, that time comes around quickly.

She will collab with you in order to make you fashionable but you clothing.

Beauty is pain but she doesn’t want you to hate what you wear. You only look like a bad bitch if you feel like it.

Better practice your runway walk because you will be modeling your exclusive line.

If she catches you wearing clothes someone else made (with perhaps an exception if it’s vintage or made by Rosie because she, unfortunately, has to accept that you’re friends with Rosie) prepare for an Edna Mode type blow up over it.

Also, your privacy? Yeah, that’s a bit gone too.

She’s not outright mean but she is willing to playfully embarrass you on social media.

You know that “Hey, wake up, sleepy head!” vine? She’s done that to you and Vox.

She will throw shit at you and Vox if you’re being too lovey dovey.

Makes constant old people/old married couple jokes about you and Vox.

Vox makes short people jokes in retaliation. Then gets something thrown at his head from behind. Looks back, remembers you and Velvette are close in height. Shuts up real fast.

Velvette is absolutely soul crushed the first time she sees you have curly hair because. . . What the fuck? It’s so pretty! How dare you!

She vlogs your entire curly hair journey, undoing years of damage.

Vox just lets you do your thing on hair wash/styling days. Does not get involved because you both become so focused he’s kind of scared what will happen if he breaks it.

Doing each others hair while watching shitty Hell-a-Novelas.

Yelling at the TV when people do something stupid.

Absolutely gossiping and shit talking people all day. Like no one else’s business.

Velvette taking so many pictures to post when you’re done.

Overall, Vox gets a new business partner, you get a new bitching partner. Win win, right?

#velvette x reader #Hazbin hotel Velvette x reader #one author two show hosts #vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader

[kvtie444]

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a/n: my grammar is atrocious i’m so sorry😭 BUT YAY MORE VOICE MESSAGES !!!

warnings: sfw, (just about😏)

summary: seeing chris after the breakup, there’s clearly some tension…. pt2????

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what the fuck does he want.

i feel my stomach drop as i see his name appear on my screen.

chris is typing… just now

chris sent you a chat just now

i groan, throwing my head back against my pillow before grabbing my phone and unlocking it to read his message.

Is he serious? i mean i expected this sooner or later given our nearly 6 months together ended a week ago, but it's still surprising. I furrow my brows, tapping the screen with my nails as I formulate a reply.

he’s such a dick.

i gather all of his belongings, shoving them into an empty bag. Moving towards my dresser, I grab my perfume and generously spray it over everything, adding an extra grain of salt to the wound.

Entering the bathroom, I have a swift shower before proceeding to apply my makeup and style my hair. I take extra time to ensure that i look extra good; I refuse to let him see me looking anything less than my best. Once ready, I slide into my shoes, grab my bag and keys, and make my way to my car.

While driving, an overwhelming sense of anxiety washes over me, intensifying with each turn that brings me closer to his house. He’s still my ex, and despite my reluctance to admit it,i still have love for him equally as much as hate.

Overthinking consumes me, and as I stop at a red light, my mind drifts into a momentary lapse. He’s probably already likely moved on, merely seeking his things to give to another girl.

The honk of a car behind me jolts me back to reality, the green traffic light signaling my return to focus. Eventually arriving at his house, I turn off the engine and exhale. Glancing at the bag filled with clothes beside me, I take a few calming breaths before opening the car door and grabbing the bag. Approaching his front door, the ring doorbell goes off automatically, i can hear his steps from inside the house getting louder as my heart practically beats out my chest.

he swings the door open, leaving his arm casually perched on top of the doorframe, and leans his head against his arm. shit, he looks good. He's sporting a black tee paired with his chain, plaid pj bottoms, and clearly drenched himself with my favorite cologne, knowing it would drive me crazy. Keep it together y/n. composure.

His eyes roam over my figure, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as our gazes lock. "Took you long enough," he remarks. "Shut up," I roll my eyes. He bites his lip, a playful smile forming before gesturing for me to enter, holding the door open. I walk in through the deliberately narrow space he created, my body brushing past his as he follows behind. Settling on his sofa, I drop my bag beside me.

He leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed. "You look good," he comments. Heat rises to my face, and that familiar fluttering sensation stirs in my stomach. I glance down at the floor. "Look, can I just get my stuff? I've got places to be," I retort.

"Oh?" he chimes, "Where are you going?"

"Meeting a friend," I lie.

"Like a date?" he prods.

"What's it to you?" I snap, meeting his gaze with furrowed eyebrows.

He stares at me, his blue eyes sending sharp glares my way before shifting his gaze to the side, his jawline flexing. fuck. "Your stuff's in my room, just some makeup wipes and shit," he says, looking back at me.

"Is that it? Just throw it away, Chris," I reply. He shrugs his shoulders, then pushes himself off the wall, stepping closer. "Can you do something for me, princess?"

I feel myself grow hotter at the nickname. "Don't call me that," I mumble. He chuckles before continuing, "Can you drop me off at Nate's? I'll pay for the gas." I bite the inside of my cheek, weighing my options. Do I say no and look like the bigger person, or do I entertain this a bit longer?

fuck it.

"Yeah, fine," I sigh, rising from my spot on his sofa. I make my way toward his front door, feeling his eyes burning into my body as he follows behind.

We climb into my car, and he’s quick to grab the vape sitting on my console. I shoot him a look, laughing softly. I start the car, and as I drive, I notice him gripping the back of his seat with his right arm above his head, his head turned to face me, his bicep flexing in the process. Surprisingly, the car ride remains conflict-free. As we stop at a red light, he rests his hand on my thigh, exhaling smoke. I shoot him a look, biting my cheek—a habit I've developed when feeling flustered. Fuck me, could this red light take any longer?

I extend my hand, and he passes me back my vape, our skin brushing against each other, sending sparks through my body. As I inhale, I feel his hand trailing upwards slowly. I keep my eyes on the red light as his other hand reaches over, taking the vape out of my hand, his touch lingering this time. The quiet sound of music from my phone fills the car as I feel his hand grazing the hem of my shorts.

"Chris," I sigh, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth "Hmm?" he replies softly. I remain silent as his hand hovers over the place I need him most.

Finally, the light switches to amber when Chris speaks up, "Pull over."

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #imagine #angst #chris sturniolo x reader #fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #smut #Spotify

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Tw: hate crimes, transphobia, pretty traumatic things Yves went through in his youth, body modification, violence, gore

Yves had breast augmentations before.

He had never truly identified himself as a woman, but he liked how certain dresses would look on him if he was well-endowed up top. He felt pretty and content with how he looked in front of the mirror after years of severe self-hatred.

It allowed him to bring back a bit more cash, but this wasn't his main motive to go under the knife. In fact, this observation disgusted him. Yves purely wanted a larger chest because it personally made him happy in his bleak bubble.

Though, it wasn't worth the sudden uptick of harassment and maltreatment from others around him. Men would predictably attack him every time he blinked, act entitled towards his body, and fucked him over in more ways than he could count. As if there was a massive bullseye target was painted onto him after he graduated from no bra to a C cup.

But what surprised him was that the women degraded him much worse than the men. They used to be indifferent to him at best, silently disgusted at him for being effeminate at worst. But as soon as he showed up with a feature that brought him closer to passing as a Cis woman, Yves lost almost all of their neutrality. Sometimes, they would set him up to be harmed by other men. Their hatred for Yves wouldn't be discrete anymore, they would call him hurtful names and slurs, accusing him of being a depraved sexual predator, even get into vicious physical fights with him, and end most nights with clumps of ripped hair and blood.

It was dangerous to reveal that he perceived himself as male while looking how he always desired to. So he lived a good chunk of his life under an identity that doesn't match how he felt inside. Yves had to train his vocal cords to sound feminine enough to not attract any more negative attention than he already had by existing somewhat authentically. He likes accessories that cover up his Adam's apple while flattering his form, Yves also likes styling his hair so that it takes the attention off his masculine features; covering his jaw and concealing his neck.

It was only when he caught himself in a particularly horrible altercation that his implants ruptured, spilling its silicone contents into his body and poisoning him slowly. But that wasn't as horrible as when he limped to the mirror right after merely escaping being beaten to death. He could ignore the wounds, bruises, and swelling, those can heal.

Yves was reduced to tears when he saw that he was ugly once more. His breasts were deformed and strange lumps started appearing elsewhere on his battered body. He couldn't afford to remedy it and neither was he mentally strong enough to handle the torment he was to face the following days. All his beautiful clothes are simply a reminder that he's a freak, an abomination of nature so atrocious, that the world tries everything in its power to kill despite Yves doing nothing except existing.

He swapped his stylish and gorgeous tops for baggy sweaters and turtlenecks. Anything above the shins was thrown out, likewise for clothing articles that revealed more than his face and hands. Gone, all of it must go. With a heavy heart and eyes puffy from incessantly crying, Yves burnt them all.

Yves was powerless back then. If the world didn't think that he deserved to wear it, then he simply had no right to. And he hated it, they made him feel like mere dirt no matter what he did. He couldn't do anything for himself without being unfairly punished for it.

He has moved on from that stage in life. He had matured and found peace within himself. Yves had fixed himself and he had learned how to let go. It's been a long time, the details are hazy to him now, and that is probably for the better.

But only if you knew what he went through, you would understand that he wasn't vacantly staring out of disapproval when you told him you wanted to have breast augmentation, just like he did when he was a fucked up young man. The long period of silence coupled with his empty emerald eyes unwaveringly trained onto yours wasn't due to judgment of your desire, but it was to manage whatever the fuck you dug back up he buried inside him by asking that one damned question.

After an uncomfortable pause, he would seemingly snap out of it and go ahead to tell you about all the risks that might come with it. In the end, he appears neutral, even supportive of the idea if he deems it beneficial to your self-esteem. All this while, you would never know about his own experience with it, Yves doesn't see the need to disclose it to you.

He had learned to let go of the past, making him see everything through an unbiased lens. You are not him, and you will never go through what he had to.

Yves makes sure of it.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #oc yves #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #yandere concept #tw yandere #male yandere oc x reader #tw violence #tw blood #tw gore #tw body modification #tw transphobia

[penny00dreadful]

Spies AU - Part 13

Part 1 Part 14 AO3

19th November 2015

Steve felt consciousness come to him slowly, like a haze of fog was gently rolling away over his brain. He snuggled his face further down into his pillow, breathing deep and feeling the warmth and comfort of his bed around him.

It took a few seconds for him to remember everything that had happened last night. The gala, the motorbike, the noises that Eddie was making while Steve ploughed into him…

He snapped his eyes open, feeling his stomach drop with dread and disappointment when he realised there was no one currently wrapped up in his arms, practically throwing his head to the side to look around.

But those feelings quickly dissipated when he caught sight of a mess of brown curls sticking out from under his duvet.

Eddie must have wriggled out of his grasp at some point during the night. He was still fast asleep, completely dead to the world, somehow both splayed out and snuggled in. All elbows and knees at awkward angles as well as the majority of the duvet wrapped tight around him, only the barest sliver left over for Steve. His mouth was open, huffing out the most atrocious morning breath, his head sunk deep into the pillow and god damn it Steve adored him. 

Steve turned onto his side so he was facing him, snuggling in as close as he dared, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away, but he was forced to almost tug it when he realised that strand was in Eddie’s mouth.

Given the length of it when Steve pulled it out, it could have easily reached halfway down his throat. It was fucking disgusting. It was so endearing, Steve felt insane with it.

Eddie snorted in his sleep, smacking his lips together, finally closing his mouth and breathing through his nose, though that only started a light wheezing snore.

Fucking hell.

Steve was so far gone for him, it was actually a little pathetic.

He could have stayed here, watching him sleep forever like some kind of giant creep but he figured that might not be the most comforting thing for Eddie to wake up to. 

An assassin who must always be on edge and on high alert waking up to find someone staring down at him? 

Probably not for the best.

With a light stroke of his fingers over Eddie’s cheek, Steve slowly wiggled away, trying not to jostle or move too much. He wanted to let Eddie sleep in for as long as he needed to.

Steve made his naked way to his bathroom, taking his time to brush his teeth and luxuriate in the warm water of the shower.

It was nearly forty minutes later by the time he got back into his bedroom, now dry but still nude, his hair perfectly styled and feeling as put together as he could be. 

Eddie had curled himself up into a little ball, twisting the duvet around him until he was completely burritoed in from head to toe. Just a bundle of duvet with a head of hair.

Steve bustled around his room, getting dressed but keeping it relaxed, just a pair of sweats and a henley, starting to clean up the left over evidence of their night together, throwing out the tattered remains of the clothes Eddie had ripped off and tossing the rest into his hamper.

He tried to keep the volume down, not wanting to disturb sleeping beauty but he needn’t have bothered. Eddie didn’t stir once and Steve would have started to worry if not for the fact that he could hear him breathing and he knew Dustin also slept like an evil witch had put him under a curse. 

He had just managed to get his room back to an adequate level of neatness, digging through his closet, trying to find Eddie something comfortable to wear when he heard a grumble coming from the lump under the duvet.

Sticking his head out of his closet, Steve watched as Eddie pushed himself up on both elbows, gazing around the room with bleary eyes, a sleepy frown on his face and deep inset grooves from the wrinkles in the pillow across his cheek and neck.

He looked like he wasn’t even sure what planet he was on but as soon as he caught sight of Steve, his face split into a wide dopey grin, practically radiating sunlight.

“Wh’t’re you doin’ out’ve bed, sweeth’rt?” He slurred, collapsing back down onto the pillow and holding a hand out to him. “C’m back.”

Steve was powerless to deny him. 

He draped the clothes he’d picked out over the foot of the bed as Eddie lifted the corner of the covers up, trying to drag him back in, revealing that pale, illustrated skin to him in all his naked and half hard glory.

Eddie latched onto him as soon as he had crawled back in, surrounding him like a koala, snuggling into his neck.

“You’re cuddly in the mornings.” Steve said to him softly, trying to brush ticking hair away from his face.

“’M cuddly all the time.”

“Hm. So I’ve been missing out?”

“Just you wait, sweetheart.” Eddie dug his nose into Steve’s neck, inhaling. “It’ll be non-stop.”

“Sounds perfect.” 

Steve squeezed him tighter, just basking in the feeling of having him so close, having him here in his home, in his bed. Having him lazy and content and happy to be here, affectionate and warm and staying.

They lounged, wrapped around each other in comfortable and soft silence for long enough that Steve was sure getting up out of bed the way he had that morning had been one of his more ill-advised moves.

“Can I ask you a favour?” Eddie muttered into his shoulder.

Steve brushed his lips over Eddie’s ear. “Anything.”

“If I got up to pee and brush my teeth, would you promise to be here when I got back?”

“I live here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I meant in bed. Will you stay? Until I come back? Please?”

Steve pulled away, just for a moment, just long enough to be able to grab at Eddie’s face and bring them together in a kiss he hoped conveyed all of his deepest feelings, how much he was feeling. “Of course. There’s spare toothbrushes in the mirror cabinet.”

Eddie smiled at him, wide and dazzling and still a little bit sleep rumpled, pressing a short kiss to his nose before slipping out, wincing as he walked out of the room, bare ass naked.

Steve rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face into Eddie’s pillow, inhaling his smell, stifling his giggles and trying not to kick his feet like some teenage schoolboy.  

He could hear Eddie bustling around in his bathroom and when he didn’t immediately return Steve had to wonder if the urge to snoop had gotten to him again. But this time he wasn’t worried, Eddie had already uncovered the worst of it.

When he heard the sounds of Eddie making a racket in the kitchen, he was halfway out of the bed, not wanting to miss the sight of him naked in his kitchen and maybe just wanting to make sure he didn’t fucking break anything before he stopped himself, falling back onto the sheets with a huff.

He’d promised.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to reappear, two steaming mugs in hand. A grin spread over his face at the sight of Steve still in bed.

“Good boy.” He said, low and rumbling as he set Steve’s mug down on the bedside table closest to him, leaning over just to hover.

“Fuck off.” Steve answered with an eye roll, not wanting to get into the intricacies of what those words were doing to him right now as Eddie crawled back into bed, his own mug put down on his own table.

He propped himself up on some pillows, opening an arm out for Steve who snuggled in immediately, settling in against his chest and lacing their fingers together over Eddie’s stomach.

He hadn’t really had many experiences like this. 

Hookups didn’t really want to hang around too long, they both knew what they were there for and once the end goal had been achieved it just felt awkward to linger, which Steve understood. He was the exact same way. 

Hell, even in his previous relationships, he’d never been coaxed back into bed just to lie together. 

It was nice. 

He dragged his thumb over the back of Eddie’s hand, watching the designs there pull and push with the pressure, doing the same across his fingers. Eddie seemed happy to let him, just resting his cheek against the top of Steve's head, watching him mess with his skin.

Steve turned the hand over, wanting to map over the lines of his palm for no other reason besides that he could, but he paused, a little startled at the sight of ink there that he had somehow missed before.

On the meatiest part of Eddie’s thumb were six empty circles set in two rows, three on the top, three on the bottom. He brushed over them, trying to figure out what they were. Four of them were shaky and distorted, but the last two were clean and perfect. He thought he might have seen the design somewhere before.

“They’re death saving throws.”

Steve tilted his head back, gazing up at Eddie while Eddie looked down at the tattoo, something unbearably soft in his eyes.

“They’re for when you’re downed during a battle and need to know if you’re gonna live or die in D&D. My boys have the same ones, Grant, Jeff and Gareth. These two,” Eddie shifted, caging Steve in a little as he pointed at the two outermost circles, the most wobbly of the bunch, “Gareth did those. He looked like he was going to pass out.” Eddie laughed. “I had to promise him that I’ve had worse before he could even turn the tattoo gun on.”

He thumbed over the middle two. “Jeff did these. He didn’t quite go deep enough the first time, had to go back over them. Kept apologising about it too.” He tapped at the last two circles. “Grant did these. Said to sit back and watch a professional at work.” He hummed out a laugh again. “At least he said the ones I did looked pretty good.”

Steve looked up at him again, well aware his face was probably pulling some ooey-gooey shit but how could he help it when his heart was making him? 

“You tattooed these onto your friends too?”

“Yeah. We all did two of the circles on each other. It was a really fun day.”  

Steve looked back down, thumbing over the tattoos himself again. “Didn’t think you’d be the matching tattoos type.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Your whole...” he waved his hand around Eddie’s torso, “vibe.”

“Excuse you, I’m as cuddly as a teddy bear.” Eddie looked back down, his eyes drifting from soft and happy remembrance to something sad. “I miss them.”

“You don’t get to see them very often?”

“No.” Eddie shook his head. “Not unless I’m on a job nearby. And I’m not being followed..”

“Followed?” Steve nuzzled his cheek into Eddie’s chest. His collarbone was sharp and in the way but Steve didn’t care. “Why would you be followed?”

“Creel has eyes everywhere. And he likes it that way. I don’t want to give him any more reason to target them just to keep me in line.”

Eddie sounded resigned. Like it was a fact of life that he had to hold the people he cared about the most at a distance just to keep them safe.

Steve snuggled closer, hugging Eddie tighter. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shrugged his shoulder. “Not your fault.”

“No, but it…” he sighed, “it just seems lonely.”

Steve thought of the friends he had, the small, little family he’d built over years. Robin, who he’d kill for, who he’d die for and who would change the direction the world spun if he asked it of her. 

The kids who’d help her figure out how to do it. 

Hopper, Joyce, Murray, Bob, Alexi, Dimitri, Jonathan- hell even Nancy. 

Steve was surrounded by people who he never would have been able to survive without.

It seemed like Eddie had none of that.

“What about others? Friends or colleagues or anyone else? Someone to talk to if you’ve had a bad day or have a few drinks with or-”

“I have you.”

Steve’s heart both melted and broke at the same time.

“Just me? I haven’t really done much to help you-”

“You’ve helped plenty, trust me. You’ve… like-” Eddie huffed to himself. “When I think about you I… I don’t feel so alone.”

Steve pushed himself up, not giving Eddie a chance to react before he slid a leg over and sat himself down in Eddie’s lap, bringing two hands up to cup his face.

“You don’t have to be alone. I’ll never let you feel alone again. Baby, say the word and you’ll have me forever. I’ll keep you forever if that’s what you ask me to do.”

Eddie looked up at him, his eyes bright, biting down on his lip.

“You can’t promise me things like that, sweetheart.”

“I sure as shit can.”

“It’s-” Eddie shook his head. “You’re making it sound easy.”

“I’ll make it that easy. Creel will never lay a finger on you.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.” He flexed his fingers resting on Steve’s hips, tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening, watching them as they moved. “If I step out of line, even just a little bit, my people will pay the price. I won’t do that to them. Not again.”

“Gareth?”

“Yeah.” Eddie sat up, pushing his head into Steve’s chest, hugging him tight around the middle. “I had… someone. We’d been talking about our future together after all of this, when we eventually got out and- well. Our conversations weren’t as private as I had been led to believe. What happened to Gare… it was a warning.”

He squeezed Steve tighter. 

“I’d…” Eddie took a big breath in, like he was trying to hype himself up. “I’d love to leave with you.” He muttered, so quietly that Steve barely heard it. “I’d love nothing more. Sweetheart I- I ache for it. Every second I’m under Creel’s thumb, I hate it. It makes my fucking skin crawl. I’d love to run off into the sunset with you and become your kept man and live happily ever after, but I won’t put my people at risk for it.”

Eddie sounded desperate for it, he sounded like even just thinking of it made him hurt for something he thought he couldn’t have and it only made Steve more determined.

“Then we keep your people safe.” He said. “We’ll cut the strings he has on you and then you can run.” Steve wound his fingers through Eddie’s hair, holding him close, letting him hide in his chest, speaking low and comforting to him. “I’ll keep you safe, I’ll never let him touch you again.”

Eddie’s laugh was muffled against his top. It almost sounded like a whimper.

“Not unless you have an army at your command, sweetheart. Creel is the most powerful man I’ve ever met and he’s fucking sadistic as well. You’d have to either take down an entire criminal industry or somehow get close enough to kill him.”

“Well… I don’t have an army, but I do have a group of scrappy nerds.” He scratched at Eddie’s scalp. “And it’s a good thing that getting close enough to my targets to kill them is kinda my day job.”

“A group of scrappy nerds?”

Eddie hummed in thought. “And if The Agency says no to this?”

“Yeah. They’re the toughest kids I know.” Steve smiled to himself. “Agents in their own right and very skilled in their particular areas. I brought them into the fold myself.”

Steve took a bolstering breath in. “The Agency isn’t going to find out about it. They can’t. We think there might be an informant and I won’t put you at risk by blabbing about it. This is going to be my own mission.”

“Oh, right.” Eddie snorted, a little hysterically. “You’re just going to go against your bosses while also trying to take out one of the most dangerous men in the world. I’m sure that’ll go well.”

Eddie wasn’t taking him seriously. It was like he thought this was all hypothesising or wishful thinking. Empty promises. 

Steve needed to let him know he was serious.

“Baby.” He pushed his lips over the top of Eddie’s head. “I wouldn’t be going against my bosses. Or my boss, to be specific. He knows I’ve been in contact with you.”

Eddie froze in his arms. 

“He… knows.” Came the deadpan reply. “He knows you’re in contact with Kas or he knows you’re in contact with some guy named Eddie?”

“He knows I'm in contact with Kas. He doesn't know who Eddie Munson is.”

Eddie relaxed almost immediately. “Oh. Well. That’s- I mean I expect as much. Like it's pretty obvious you'd report that back to your boss the first time it happened.”

Steve pursed his lips. 

“Right. Well I… I might have only told him recently.”

“How recently?”

“Like…” He shrugged. “Three weeks ago?”

Eddie pulled back, blinking up at him, confused.

“You only figured out I was Kas a few weeks ago?”

“No.” Steve shook his head. “I figured that out back in July.”

Eddie blinked at him again. “You're gonna have to start saying more words, sweetheart.”

Steve slumped in Eddie's lap, pulling his tattooed forearms towards him, running his fingers over the bloody hand and the dice.

“I figured it out when I first saw this. The kids, my mini-spies, they love D&D and I've overheard enough of their campaigns to connect the dots. I don't think I was admitting to myself why I didn't tell anyone immediately but,” Steve sighed, “I didn't want you hurt. I didn't want to be told to take you out or bring you in or whatever. I didn't want to hurt you.”

Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes. “Even if it meant the people I killed in between July and now would still be alive?”

Steve looked him dead in the eye. He needed Eddie to understand just how much he meant to him and just how committed he was. 

“Not worth it. Nothing’s ever worth hurting you.”

“But-”

“Would Creel have taken it out on your people if you'd gotten caught?”

Eddie looked down. “I- I don't know. It's never happened before.”

“Best not to find out then.”

Eddie was silent for a while, before looking back up, darting his eyes in between Steve's, searching, considering.

Eventually he took a large breath in.

“You really mean it?” He asked, quiet and a little hopeful. “You really want to try and get me out?”

“Baby,” Steve whispered, taking his face in his hands again. “I'll burn the world down for you. You just gotta ask. I'll do it or die trying.”

Eddie grasped him around the wrists, keeping him in place. “Please don’t do that.”

“I don’t plan on it but if it comes to it-”

“No.” Eddie cut him off, squeezing tight. “It’s not worth it if it kills you. It wouldn’t be worth it if it killed Wayne or any of my boys. The same goes for you.”

Steve brought Eddie’s face closer, bending a little to place a kiss on his forehead. 

“You can’t get rid of me that easy.” He whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Eddie stayed with his forehead pressed to Steve’s lips, hands around his wrists, eyes closed and breathing him in.

“Okay.” He said, eventually.

“Okay?” Steve asked, a little thread of hope blooming in his chest.

“Okay.” Eddie looked up at him again. “I'll let you be my knight in shining armour. Get me out from under Creel’s thumb.”

Part 1 Part 14 AO3

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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for the magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation

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Julie quickly abandoned brushing your hair, practically throwing the brush on the couch as she lept off of it, taking off in the direction of where you assumed her room was. 

You moved to pick up the brush from the couch, scooting yourself to be more comfortable as you brushed through the back of your hair on your own, 

You had to admit, Wally and Julie did do a good job of getting most of the knots out, but some were harder to get than others sadly. 

Seeing as Julie was absent from the couch, Wally moved closer to you again, both of your arms practically touching as he stared at you, the buzzing behind your eyes suddenly didn't feel comforting anymore. 

Wally stared at you for a minute or two longer as you brushed the knots out of your hair, struggling with a few of them before he spoke, 

“are you excited to meet home?” 

You tried desperately to focus all your attention on your hair, pleading internally for him to stop staring at you, your hands shook as they held the hairbrush. 

“I mean yeah, They’re Julie's friend, and Julie seems nice so,” 

Your words felt clunky and scattered as they left your mouth, Wally staring made you anxious, and you didn't know if it was because of your normal anxiety, or the fact he might be the reason you were here to begin with. 

“they're my best friend too,” 

Wally leaned back on the couch, breaking his stare for a moment as he sunk into the soft plush of the sofa. 

“there was this one time me and julie were painting, and home, being the trickster they are, moved one of their shutters to splash paint on me!” 

Wally broke out in his monotone laughter again, if you had any comfort from Wally looking away from you it just left. 

“Wait, Home is an actual home?” 

You put the hairbrush in your lap as you, regrettably, made eye contact with Wally again, you knew you were currently living with talking puppets, but a sentient house? That was a whole new world of insanity. 

“ha ha ha, yes, of course, i live with them after all.” 

Suddenly it all clicked in your brain. Home was the red house in the center of the Town with large eyes, and worst of all Wally lived there. 

“neighbor? are you alright?” 

Wally waved his hand in front of your eyes, you must have dissociated and never noticed. 

“Haha, uh yeah Im alright Wally. Sorry, this is all new to me,” 

A pathetic excuse, but it seemed to calm Wally. Your hands busied themselves with picking at a few loose threads on the clothes Sally gave you, they shook as you tried desperately to calm yourself. 

“So, your hair…” 

You tried to busy your mind with more questions to Wally, you didn't know a whole lot about him after all, and he still had his hair curlers in, though he began pulling a few out. 

“Do you have to style it in the morning? Or is it just like that?” 

Wally hummed lightly as he thought before speaking, 

“well, i take a shower, then i curl my hair, then i have to gel it and sometimes i use hairspray..” 

Wally seemed to enjoy talking the most about his hair routine, you zoned out until Wally was finished going into detail on his complex hair routine in the morning. 

“Wait, you have a shower? I thought you guys were felt and didn't really.. Need those,” 

“ha ha ha, what a silly silly thought neighbor,” 

Removing the final curler from his blue hair, he set them all on Julie's table before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a makeup mirror, moving his hair into the proper spots before he would need to gel it, 

You had to admit, he looked nice with his hair down, 

“what are we supposed to do if we get paint on us? leave it? we need showers just as anyone else would,” 

…You would have to ask Howdy when you got home later to use his then. The feeling of dirt on your skin became very irritating very fast. 

“Well, that's good to know I guess,” 

You pulled your legs up on the couch, curling in on yourself while you picked at your nails, removing any dirt that may have been stuck from the previous day. 

“what are those?” 

Wally once again was back to breathing down your neck to your dismay. He practically leaned on you as he hovered his hand over your arm, almost as if he was asking to touch you, 

You allowed him, not seeing a reason to not let him as you moved your arm to his hand. You could swear his smile got wider. 

“wow, you humans really are intricate,” 

Wally moved from your arm to your wrist examining your hand, focusing his attention on your nails specifically. 

“why are the tips of your hands harder than your skin?” 

He tapped at your nails with his finger, and you couldn't help but giggle at his childlike wonder at how you worked, all of the neighbors acted excited to know more about you it seemed.  

“Well those are nails Wally, they're kinda like.. Claws, and they grow a lot, so does my hair,”   

Just as you finished speaking with Wally about your nails and hair, Julie came running back into the room, holding various cans of paint in her small arms,

“C'mon, cmon!! I can't wait to give Home a good ol’ Spa Day!” 

Wally stood from the couch to help Julie with the various paints she was holding, he tried desperately to flip his hair out of his eyes, and he failed, miserably. 

So being the kind and anxious person you were, you quickly pulled his bangs from his face, trying to not think about it too much as you walked to the door to hold it for them. 

Wally seemed to appreciate your kind act as he gave you a friendly smile that was somehow brighter than normal. He walked beside you and Julie as you walked to Home, and oh boy you were not excited to meet home anymore. 

You moved one of your hands to hold the bridge of your nose, feeling the hum behind your eyes pick up in frequency as you approached the red house. 

Desperately trying to console yourself before you would be forced to speak and interact with Home, you took a few deep breaths, composing yourself as you approached the red house. 

Julie was walking to a song in her head as she walked with a bounce, it reminded you of how a cartoon character would walk, she turned to you, her eyes practically sparkling.

“Are you excited to meet Home? I'm excited, that's for sure!” 

Wally turned around too, you suddenly felt very pressured to feign excitement. I mean it would be rude to not, Julie was friends with Home and Wally lived with… in…? 

With. Wally lived with home, 

“Uh.. Yeah, I am..!” 

You forced yourself to smile, the corners of your mouth twitching in betrayal to the joy you were feigning. You just hoped neither of them noticed,

Julie smiled and went back to walking at her upbeat and charismatic pace, while Wally's eyes lingered on you a while longer, You looked anywhere but at him. 

It didn't take long to approach Home, with Wally calling out to them as Julie practically dropped the paint she was holding to run and hug the side of the house, 

“Home!! It's been too long..! We have this amazing idea..-” 

Homes shutters creaked as they waved them in a fond greeting to Julie as she continued to ramble, Wally smiled fondly as he walked past Julie to the front of Home, 

You followed behind Wally reluctantly, trying to convince yourself Home might be chill, maybe you were being too anxious, after all this was a world full of puppets. 

You couldn't be more wrong, unfortunately.

The trees and flowers surrounding it did nothing to distract you from its eyes. They were big pools of black emptiness, with no pupils.

 A faint black ink seeped from the bottom of the windows, leaving an uncanny valley to creep into your head the more you stared. 

If Wally was talking, you weren't paying attention. He set down the various cans of paints as he waved his hand in front of your face, 

“neighbor? it's rude to stare..” 

You snapped out of it as Wally focused his attention directly on you, 

“Oh, sorry Wally, it's.. nice to meet you... Home,” 

Home waved the front door, clicking and shutting it a few times as Wally smiled,

“they say hello,” 

Julie made her way to the front of the house, the paint cans clinking together as she focused on not spilling them. 

“You can understand them?” 

 To you all that Home sounded like a series of clicks and creaks, but maybe it was Morse code..? 

Wally let out a laugh, 

“haha, of course i can silly, me and home talk quite often actually,” 

Surprisingly that didn't creep you out as much as you thought it would, it only made sense for Wally to begin to understand Homes way of speaking after a while. How long had Wally lived here anyways..? 

“well! ill be back soon neighbor, i must gel my hair before it dries,” 

Wally walked to the door and Home politely opened it for him, Homes eyes going cross as they tried to look at Wally before closing the door behind him. Leaving you and Julie alone with Home. 

“As i was saying Home! I have sooo many blues that I think would look darling on your shutters!” 

Julie sat criss-cross on the ground in front of Homes… eye? As she popped open a few cans of paint. The smell reminds you of when you had to paint your old room. 

You tried to desperately shake off the feeling of being out of place, sitting down didn't calm you either. You still felt like you were being analyzed and picked apart, but Home wasn't even looking at you. 

Oh but when they did... It was a whole different story. 

Your hair stood on end as Home took its attention off of Julie. Staring at you. You suddenly felt small as the smell of the warehouse somehow hit your nose. 

Visions of Homes' old Rusted eyes that were forced shut from years of wear and abandonment danced across your vision. This all felt too much. 

You lightly stimmed your hands as you desperately tried to calm down. You were fine, Julie wouldn't let anything bad happen to you after all, right? 

Looking up at where Julie once was, you saw nothing. Julie was gone. Leaving you alone with Home. 

You stood quickly, tripping over your feet as your vision became more spotted, Black spots pranced around your vision as you swear you could have seen Red strings attaching themselves to nothing in Homes eyes. 

An empty void. Filled with nothing but swirls and Red, you were its next victim. 

Your legs shook, and the ground beneath you somehow felt uneven and like it would collapse at any minute. 

You had to get back to Howdy. 

You took off in the direction of Howdys shop. Who cares if Wally and Julie would look for you later, you needed to get somewhere safe.

Before you could get far, however, you felt the hum behind your eyes increase. Feeling like a swarm of bees behind your eyes, no. Wasps.

 Stinging at your brain as you tried to think of ways to escape. 

You collapsed. Your heart felt as if it was practically beating out of your chest. 

Your hands gripping desperately onto the soft grass, trying to get your bearings as your eyes felt like they were swirling. 

As the pain amplified in your head,  you gave up. Laying down on the grass as you felt something faintly grasping sharply at your Ankles, you had no energy to fight anymore. 

Before you slipped under the warm blanket of unconsciousness, however, Your brain was quickly snapped out of the spell it was under as Homes door swung open. 

You turned around, your head feeling faint as you saw Wally standing in the doorway, his hair faintly in the position of its usual Pompadour, stray hairs fell in his eyes as he panted. 

“Neighbor! Are you Alri..-”

You didn't give him a chance to respond. Practically crawling away from him before you could kick yourself back up on your feet, Running straight to Howdys. 

You could faintly hear Wally yell after you as you picked up speed, barely brushing past Eddie as he walked to his Post Office. If he said anything to you it was Ignored. 

Practically falling onto the glass door of Howdys shop, you gripped firmly onto the handle. Scared of your shaking legs collapsing. 

Howdy was nowhere to be seen. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you could hear Wally and Eddie yelling after you, You slammed the door shut without care and took off to Howdys Office. 

You run to the bathroom and click the lock shut with inhuman speed. This was the only place with a lock that you knew of, and you needed space. 

You wanted to go home. You collapsed onto your butt, pushing yourself away from the bathroom door as you felt a cool breeze hit your skin. 

You shook as your hands slammed over your ears and a ringing picked up in them. You were scared, and as much as you wished Howdy was here, you couldn't keep burdening him with your issues. 

You could now hear Wally outside the door, oh how you wished it was Eddie instead. 

“Neig…bor? If you can hear me, say something,”

As he spoke his voice sounded.. Different. It no longer held a calm tone to it, he sounded worried. 

You stomped your foot in response, you didn't feel verbal as of now but you wanted to hear what he had to say. 

“Good..! good, i know you must be.. scared.” 

Understatement of the year ladies and gentlemen! You rolled your eyes to no one.

Wally sighed before continuing, 

“would you mind if i came in? it will only be me, eddie went to franks,” 

Again, you wished Eddie was here instead. The kind mailman wouldn't hurt a fly, Wally, however, you didn't know. 

…If he lived with Home he may know something though. 

You scooted closer to the door, pressing your back against it, 

“I'd rather talk with the door closed... Your staring is creepy.” 

You didn't feel like sugarcoating right now, your anxiety would normally do so if you weren't so amped on adrenaline, and probably hunger. 

Wally laughed an airy laugh, this laugh felt different from his other ones though, he sounded.. Normal. 

“Haha.. what if i promise to keep my eyes on the floor?” 

A thump hit the door as you felt something push against it, seemed like Wally was getting comfortable. 

“No.” 

You heard shuffling, 

“what if i say please?” 

You lay your head on top of your knees, groaning at Wally's poor attempt to persuade you into opening the door. 

“....if you open the door.. i can tell you what happened with home.” 

Your head snapped up from your knees as you almost hit the door in shock, you quickly stood and unlocked the door on shaky knees. 

“You need to tell me everything you know.” 

Wally looked up from his spot on the floor as he flailed to stop himself from falling as the door opened. 

Suddenly his smile didn't seem that forced, and his messy hair looked natural, 

“okay,” 

It took you and Wally a few minutes to settle in the bathroom, it was a bit awkward sharing the small space with someone you once held distaste for, but here you were. 

“So, spill puppet man.” 

You stared at him with hopefully the same intensity he once did to you, it seemed to be working as he averted his gauze. His hand raised to fidget with a few loose strands of hair, 

“you must understand, home is good at heart.” 

“I didn't ask that.” 

Your posture went rigid as Wally went to Homes defense. If Wally was going to act like Home was a good guy after what just happened you would go back to sulking. 

“right, sorry.” 

Wally met your eyes again as he stopped fidgeting and clasped his hands in his lap, 

“home wants us all to be happy, this place is made to be happy,” 

His eyes met the floor again as he continued, 

“so, sometimes when home meets someone who… isn't. happy,” 

Wallys' hands picked at a few loose threads, looking as if he was reminiscing on a bad memory. 

“they try to fix it. they bring them here, or they try to fix you” 

Suddenly you couldn't breathe. 

“So Home brought me here?” 

Wally looked at you, his nonexistent eyebrows creasing in worry and sadness,

“yes and no, see-” 

You stood, all feelings of anxiety practically flooded into the floor as you became angry, 

“What do you mean Yes and No.” 

Wally grew nervous, feeling the tension rising in the small space you both occupied at the moment, 

“dont get the wrong idea Y/N..! i didn't know this would happe..-!” 

“You didn't know this would happen..? What do you mean You?” 

Wally grew more anxious. He looked like he was about to cry, which is when you started to try to calm yourself down. Taking deep breaths and dropping the fists that your hands had formed impulsively. 

“Wally, I need you to be honest, did you have something to do with how I got here?” 

Wally didn't need to say anything, you already knew from the way his pupils shrunk to pinpricks. He kept trying to form a sentence, only to fail. 

“Wally. I need to get home, how did I get here?” 

Wally let out a nonexistent breath that he seemed to be holding, 

“i.. i don't know much myself. Home, in a way to protect us, blocks our memories.” 

Of course he didn't know, this was just your luck. 

You slid back down the wall holding your head, your fingers digging into your various locks of hair as you groaned. 

“Wally you need to tell the others. This isn't right, they deserve to know.” 

“what makes you think they don't?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at Wally, feeling anger bubble in your chest, 

“Because who would be okay with this? This... This is inhumane! Having memories wiped..? All in the vain attempt to be happy!?” 

Wally sighed as his head drooped, a few stray hairs falling out of the loose pompadour he once had. 

“neighbor you must understand, this place is safe. there is nothing to worry about here, everyone is friendly, why wouldn't you want to stay?” 

Wally had you there, this place did seem miles better than the life you lived in your town. 

“Because I have a life at home, Wally. My Home. And I don't exactly fit in here. Yknow, because I'm not a puppet” 

You raised your hand to point a finger at him, 

“By the way if I turn into a puppet, the nonexistent crime rate here is gonna skyrocket.” 

Wally again let out a genuine laugh before speaking, 

“no, no you won't turn into a puppet, honestly i don't know where home found you, your nothing like we’ve seen before.” 

You groaned and dropped your pointing hand, 

“Great so I'm basically still as lost as I was yesterday. This is getting nowhere.” 

Wally stood and moved to sit beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder,

“if it makes you feel any better frank may be able to help, i can ask if we can speak with him tomorrow,” 

“That seems to be the best bet sadly,” 

You both flinched as you heard knocking at the Bathroom door before a familiar voice spoke, 

“Y/N..? Are you in there?” 

Wally stood quickly as he dusted himself off, straightening his cardigan before attempting to fix his hair the best he could, you tried to stifle a laugh at the man's obsession with his vanity.

“Yeah, me and Wally are in here Howd’s,” 

You walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it widely to show Howdy you and Wally were, in fact, in the bathroom. 

Howdy smiled and gave Wally a fond smile, before focusing his attention on you, his eyes going wide with worry. 

“Y/N! Are you alright, your looking pale..” 

One of his hands shot to your head while the others gripped onto your arms, he seemed scared that you were going to faint at any moment, 

“Ah.. I'm alright Howdy, just had a bit of a panic attack, Wally helped me though,” 

Wally walked beside you and gave a smile to Howdy, 

“it wasn't any trouble at all, just helping where i can,” 

Howdy finished analyzing your face and holding a palm to your forehead to acknowledge Wally fully, 

“Thank you Wally, I must have been too busy organizing the Stock to notice Y/N enter the Shop,” 

Howdy stepped away from the door to give Wally and you room to exit, Wally walking ahead of you, 

“again it was no problem howdy..! happy to help,” 

Howdy laughed before jabbing his elbow into Wallys' arm, 

“You're also happy to help yourself to some apples..! Isn't that right Mr.Darling?” 

Wallys' smile curved mischievously as he walked out of the Office, leaving you and Howdy alone in his Office, 

“..What happened to get you so shakin’ up Honeybee..?” 

You met Howdys eyes again and he looked concerned as always, you wished you weren't such a bother to him. 

“The usual, Wally talked me through it though, but I'm still nowhere closer to getting home.” 

Howdy walked closer to you, putting a comforting hand on your back, 

“If it makes ya’ feel any better, Poppy made you a blueberry cupcake, Her baking always makes me feel better at least,” 

You giggled as your anxiety ebbed from your body at Howdys comforting gesture, 

“Sure, can't wait to try the Towns famous bakers cupcake,” 

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Wally stepped into the dark living room. His hands still fluttered around a few loose threads before Home shut the door behind him. 

A flurry of Slams came from his bedroom door.  

“Wait..! Im happy..! They didnt do anything, i promi..-!” 

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[merakiui]

BEING BIG BRO TRAPPOLA'S GF ..

You crashed in for the night after a party with your boyfriend, setting you down the couch as the dizziness settles in. Ace sees you, all in your glory with that tight, skimpy black dress

And haha ykk...

ALSO YOU ALWAYS CRASH INTO THEIR HOUSE and ace can hear u and his bro doing the deed... Almost everytime you come into their house

:o anon,,,, your mind is so large. <3

Ace decided that dating wasn't for him. At least, not right now. He tried it once and it wasn't his style. But then he meets you and you're his brother's girlfriend, who is always coming over to visit or often spends the night when you come back late from an outing. Ace doesn't envy his brother. He looks up to him too much to even think about being jealous! But ooooo does he covet you when he peeks out into the hall to glimpse you in your tight dress... You're so pretty; he's down atrociously bad from the moment he sees you.

You and his brother are normally quiet, but when he presses his ear to the wall or he steps out into the hall to listen he can just hear your faint gasps and moans. It has him twitching in his pants. :( he wants a chance to fuck you, too. He dreams about it and wakes up in such a hot sweat, his heart racing and his dick painfully hard. How is he supposed to look you in the eyes at breakfast when he sees you wearing his brother's shirt and all he can think about is how he heard the bed creaking nonstop last night? >_<

Ace steals a pair of your panties for himself when he finds them mixed in the dirty laundry. You won't even know they're missing. Besides, you spend so much time over at the Trappola residence that your clothes are practically a part of his brother's wardrobe now. He probably has an entire drawer for you for the times when you stay over, which makes Ace's life so much easier. At least he's able to fantasize when he has your panties wrapped around his cock. It may not be the same as the real, tangible you, but it's better than nothing.

Normally, he's always been so supportive of his big brother. But this is the one time he wishes the two of you would break up so he can have a chance. T_T

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 30

“Cashew. Stay still for a moment.”

The time has come.

My sluggish body which had been lazily lying on top of the sawdust to enjoy the warm light of the electric lamp was helplessly lifted by Kyle’s rough hands.

He picked me up more carefully than usual and took my measurements with a tape measure he got from who-knows-where.

―Squeak. (Sigh.)

I stretched out my arms and watched Kyle work with full concentration. His hands and arms were wrapped in bandages and yet on his day off, he was doing this instead of resting.

Just rest. Stay lying down on your bed.

I burrowed myself among the yarn and, with a sour expression on my face, read the book Kyle laid out, <Try making one yourself! 79 styles of hamster clothes>.

Well, I read it and closed my eyes shut in cringe.

The outfit Kyle chose to make was a pink cape with a large strawberry embroidered on the back. I turned my head to try to pretend I didn’t see it.

I knew it. I shouldn’t have given him this book. At the very least, I should’ve looked over it before giving it to him.

At that time, I was fooled by the viral marketing of the system that said [You can keep fluffy hamster clothes in your inventory and use them at your disposal!].

[d=====(￣▽￣*)b]

Why are you so happy.

I huffed and kicked towards the system window. Kyle must’ve thought I was fighting with the air, so he stopped for a moment and gently stroked my body.

“Wait a bit even if you’re bored. I’ll finish this up quickly.”

And then I was given an almond.

With a sigh, I laid down on my side and watched Kyle while nibbling on the almond.

‘Well. It’s already happened, so what can I do anyways.’

When I asked the system, it said that if I used ‘Summon’ to turn into a human, the clothes would also grow bigger to suit me. Anyways, isn’t it better to wear at least a cloak than to be naked when you’re in a hurry?

The problem was Kyle’s crafting abilities.

‘……Is that really clothes? Not something else?’

I scrunched my face as I watched him make what looked like a dish scrub. The dishes would become so clean if I used that. Anyways, it meant that I couldn’t wear that. 

Then, a knock and the voice of a knight came from outside the door.

“Pardon my intrusion.”

“No. Don’t come in.”

Kyle raised his voice as his fingers slipped. The large door slightly opened a crack before closing again.

“……Are you busy at the moment?”

“Coming into the study is prohibited unless someone has died. Do not come to me for trivial reasons!”

Kyle’s voice was firm.

‘Why are you talking like that? You’re just knitting hamster clothes.’

Even if it’s you, I bet you don’t want your subordinates to see this, huh…….

The knight outside raised his voice sharply and shouted, “Yes sir!” before walking away.

With that, it should be silent without anyone else’s disturbance for a while. The poor knight would tell everyone in the castle to not go into the study even if they’re dying.

I scratched my stomach and checked the system window. Kyle continued to concentrate on knitting.

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×14]

Your skills are atrocious but as long as you are enjoying it…

‘Your happiness will soon be my happiness, I suppose.’

As the ball of yarn grew smaller and smaller, the number of Hearts increased. I buried myself into the pile of yarn and fell asleep due to the warmth.

The system window flashed in my blurred vision.

[Kyle Jane Meinhardt. Approximately 50 days left from the expected time of death.]

I jumped when I saw the previous 15 days increased by over a month. I stared at it blankly and then slowly closed my eyes again.

50 days isn’t long either, but at least we would get through this winter. Long enough to see the spring in this desolate North together with him.

*

When I woke up, I was in the hamster house.

I yawned lazily while stroking my pressed cheeks from lying down on it for too long. I checked my body.

‘Whew…….’

Luckily, he didn’t make me wear anything while I was asleep.

It seemed he finished making the clothes before I fell asleep, but didn’t make me wear it due to its poor quality. I patted my chest in relief and sat on the swing.

‘The problem is the Miracle Points…….’

I opened the system window and checked the amount of points I had.

[Current Miracle Value 19.0%]

‘I sure used a lot.’

I sighed.

With this, ‘Summon’ was only an hour long. It would have to be at least two hours for me to use it comfortably…… just how exactly did I go around with 30 minutes in the past? I’m like a frog who can’t imagine what it was like to not be able to hop around on land when it was just a tadpole……

[=3 =3 =3]

I know. I know. I just ran around back then.

The first time I stole Kyle’s shirt and the second time I wore a maid outfit. Nobody knew about the shirt, but even Kyle found out that I stole a maid outfit. And to mistakingly make myself known as a pet pervert……

―…….

I let out a single tear drop as I turned my head up towards the ceiling.

Thinking back, wasn’t the dish scrub Kyle made actually luxurious piece of clothing personally made by the Grand Duke? Even if I wouldn’t know which hole to fit my arms through. Even if the neck was so tight I could barely breathe.

……Never mind. It’s not okay.

I shook my head to chase away the random thoughts. That’s not what was important now.

―Squeak! (My Miracle Points!)

That’s the problem!

[＼（〇_ｏ）／]

I ignored the surprised system and got off the swing. Then I paced around the hamster house to think.

In the first place, saving a person’s life wasn’t the only miracle that existed in this world.

I was too focused on increasing Kyle’s lifespan that I didn’t notice. The number went up when I made the relationship between him and Sen closer.

In other words, the points would go up if the future changes for the better.

If death was the fate of all living beings, then the least we could do is to choose to live a better life.

I hugged a doll Kyle gave me and laid down together with it.

[_(:з)∠)_]

No matter how much I think about it, I wouldn’t be able to come to a conclusion.

It was during times like this that we must resort to magic.

### Not actual magic, but a chant to avoid responsibilities

I’ll leave tomorrow’s problems to tomorrow’s me.

Even if there were no solutions now, if you continue to push forward and live on, things would always work out some way or another. People who failed to do so would fall, just like the people of this land.

In <Winter’s Heart>, the Blake estate slowly went into decline after losing Kyle.

The surviving demonic beasts caused the people to leave the estate in fear and the supply routes cut off, making it a land near impossible to live in.

What was it? There was a description said by the people who left the Blake estate in the second half of the novel. It was…….

[An abandoned castle haunted by frost ghosts. That was what people called the frozen castle.]

That’s right. A castle haunted by ghosts.

I raised my head and took a look around the warm interior. I could feel the sincerity of the people who cared for this castle everywhere I looked.

Now that I think of it, even Sen and her colleagues seemed to enjoy working at the castle. Kyle was not an overpowering monarch, but rather, someone who was like family. Kyle, the maids, the knights, and all the other workers of this castle.

That was why I was more concerned. If I failed to save Kyle, what would happen to all these people?

“Sigh…….”

I scratched the back of my head and walked along the corridor.

I wondered if I grew attached to this place after spending time here. I wished for the people here to not only rely on Kyle, but to also find a way to survive the winters even without Kyle.

That way, even if the central pillar collapsed, the rest of the pillars would not collapse. Of course, I planned to save Kyle at all costs too.

“Whew. Catching this took a long time.”

“It’s difficult to catch a flying demonic beast.”

As I walked down the hallway, I came face-to-face with soldiers holding bird-like beasts in their hands.

“Oh! It’s the demonic beast specialist! Are you feeling alright?”

“Huh? Oh yes, yes! I’m alright. I’m feeling better than ever, in fact.”

“I’ve heard you returned but…… wow, to actually survive the fall from a cliff like that is incredible.”

I was confused for a moment since I couldn’t recognize them due to the dust covering all over them. Having a closer look, I saw that they were one of the new knights who had gone on the reconnaissance.

“Are you returning from somewhere?”

“We came back from hunting demonic beasts. They weren’t particularly dangerous, but they were still a bother to the village…….”

One of the knights held up the beast in their hands for me to see. A plump body with white feathers..

‘Hmm.’

So, it’s a duck.

No matter how I look at it…… it’s a duck.

They say it’s a demonic beast, but to me it was just a plump duck.

Wait. ……ducks?

“Wait, hold on. What do you plan to do with that?”

“Umm…… I suppose we would just bake or fry it and then eat it?”

Bake? Fry? Not boiling it to warm yourself up with a nice hot soup?

Now that they mentioned it, everything here was either baked or fried. They were delicious, but at the same time they were too oily. In the Blake estate where the temperature was low all year round, won’t soup dishes be a better choice? Were there no soup recipes here?

“Please give that to me. I will cook it for you.”

“……Yes?”

I guided the two dirty knights to the kitchen and rolled up my sleeves after receiving permission to use the kitchen from the maids.

I had a whole 7 years of experience living alone. I could easily make some baeksuk in an instant.

### Korean dish where a whole chicken seasoned with rice and medicinal herbs (in this case a duck) is braised

I took a knife and cut off the duck’s neck. Then, I prepped everything I needed to be able to put the duck into a boiling pot of water.

For your information, I learned this at a part-time job. He was a trash boss who refused to even pay me the minimum hourly wage, but I still learned a lot from him. Especially on how to report non-payment of hourly wages to the Labor Office.

“Should I throw this away……?”

I was inserting rice into the duck’s stomach when the knight next to me held up a pile of feathers that he helped pluck.

“No, how could you throw away such precious duck feathers! Do the Northerners not get cold at all? We must make clothes out of them!”

Since ancient times, the best parka has always been duck down parkas.

I carefully took care of the basket full of duck feathers. I took them to the maids and tried my best to explain to them using both words and body language. Collect this amount of feathers and quilt it to make the clothes warmer to wear.

Indeed, the maids have been taking care of the Blake estate for a long time. They quickly realized my intentions and gathered in groups of twos or threes before they started sewing excitedly.

All my hardships in my past life were becoming helpful in one way or another, huh.

While I looked at the scene with pride, the knights shouted that the water was boiling. I quickly returned to the kitchen.

It almost felt like a holiday due to how crowded it was, making me feel strangely ticklish and warm inside.

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[polaroid-paranoid]

Could I request the mercs with an s/o who steals their clothes because they're cold? I absolutely LOVE your writing, keep it up and remember to take regular breaks!!!!!

Absolutely! And thank you! :)

The Mercs with an S/O who Steals their Clothes!

✧Scout✧

It doesn't show, but he finds it so sweet if you steal his clothes for some reason, especially since you fit his clothes and his general 'style' so well!

He acts rather casual about it, yet internally he's melting seeing you in some of his clothes for absolutely no reason, perhaps it's just because he finds you attractive, or that he's secretly always wanted to see you in his clothes; or both.

He often wears styles similar to streetwear; most of his casual wear just consisting of slightly oversized hoodies or plain shirts, he's rather "calmed" with his clothing choices. (Albeit, he has probably has a plethora of Tom Jones shirts.)

✧Soldier✧

Soldier, on the other hand is incredibly loud about how good you look in his clothes, and will most likely just hand you some of his clothes if he notices you appear cold next time.

"YOU LOOK INCREDIBLY NICE IN MY CLOTHES, CADET!" ~ He honestly doesn't even care you stole his clothes, he just thinks that you look nice in them.

He literally wears anything that has to do with America; it's atrocious. Patriotic shorts with an American flag tank top; for the Winter it's a sweater with the American flag on it, with blue jeans that have white stars spangled all over them.

✧Pyro✧

Seeing you in a slightly oversized firefighting suit makes them so giddily excited for some reason, and while it does have the ability to keep you warm, it's a bit hard to move around in; especially whilst Pyro is clinging onto you via a hug.

If you wear one of their spare gas masks, that's +10 points, because they'll feel as though they're doing a little "twin" thing with you, and quite frankly, it's adorable.

They don't have such thing as "casual wear", they wear firefighting suits and gas masks in public, and as far as you've seen, you've never seen them without it. (The only merc that has seen them without at least their gas mask is Engineer, and Pyro had asked him not to tell anyone what they look like.)

✧Demoman✧

He finds it so cute whenever you wear his clothes, it's strangely endearing in a "they're wearing my clothes?!?!?!" kind of way; and he internally freaks out whenever you do so.

"SEE THAT LADS?! Y/N'S WEARING MY CLOTHES!" ~ The moment you walk away, his mouth is agape and he's freaking out to all the mercs about it.

He often wears turtlenecks, sweaters, and all the such for casual wear; he's incredibly calmed about his clothing choices, and doesn't really have anything of interest. Although his clothes have the distinct smell of almonds, for some reason.

✧Heavy✧

He finds it rather hilarious (yet also strangely cute) if you're a bit smaller in terms of frame due to how tiny you seem in comparison to his clothing; although if you're around his size, he'll honestly find you to look great in them.

He's honestly rather casual about it other than that; as he really doesn't mind you stealing his clothes, just as long as he gets them back in decent condition.

As with Demoman; he's incredibly casual in his clothing choices, even a bit "basic" (although he doesn't really care about style, and more rather if the clothes are practical), as he often just goes for regular t-shirts, sweaters/jackets when it's cold, all the such.

✧Engineer✧

He found you so damn adorable when you wore his sweater; it was just slightly oversized on you and you looked amazing in it; and he made sure you knew such a fact.

He probably just GAVE you some of his clothing from then on; just in case you ever felt cold again, as he just wants to make sure you have some form of 'protection' from the cold.

He wears the comfiest casual wear dear goodness; soft and fuzzy sweaters are his main go-to, although he also wears knitted sweaters/cardigans as well. The only thing being is that he has no regard/tastes for style, as he mainly cares about comfort.

✧Medic✧

If he catches sight of you wearing 5 different layers; all of which are HIS clothes, he's going to be absolutely enthralled by how you look in them, even if it was an absolute nightmare for you to even get on (and most likely a nightmare to get OFF as well).

"Hoohoohoo! Y/N, you look absolutely stunning!" ~ He'd love to see you in his clothes more often, honest to god he just adores how his clothes look on you.

He's so overdressed it's not even funny; he wears like 4 layers just to go to the supermarket, it's ridiculous. He often wears brown vests with white undershirts (often accompanied by a tie); although SOMETIMES (if he's feeling up for it) he'll just go in nothing but tourist wear. It's terrible.

✧Sniper✧

When he first saw you in his clothing, he was incredibly confused; although once you explained that you had gotten cold, he "begrudgingly" (he honestly finds you adorable in his clothes) allows you to keep his clothes.

It doesn't show, although he finds it strangely endearing that you are to even wear his old (and most likely crusty (/j)) clothes, although he finds that you wear them much better than he does.

He doesn't have much for casual wear; albeit he has striped pajamas he'd literally go to the store in, perhaps a DECENT button up, and a few aged t-shirts, although other than that he just doesn't have all too much in terms of casual wear.

✧Spy✧

When he saw you in his clothes, he hadn't even reacted, trying to distance himself as far away from the monstrous casual wear he typically wears far AWAY from the mercs.

He pretends the entire day that he doesn't notice you; even if you hand him his clothes back, he'll desperately pretend as though those don't belong to him.

His casual wear just radiates 'miserable' feelings from them, he has striped pajamas, old, white tank tops, and incredibly loose shirts/hoodies, as he most likely will never allow anyone (even his lover, unfortunately) to wear his suits. Also; fair warning, all his clothes smell of cigarettes.

Requests have been taking a VERY long while, although I'm about to get my computer charger, so once that happens; requests should speed up!

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[hinamie]

some notes/hcs from th jjk band!au ! read at your leisure i have written a novel 🫠

tl;dr guitarist brothers suku/ita bassist megu drummer nobara band name BL4CK FL4SH

i imagine them slightly aged up in this au, i'm thinking yuuji n them are around 17 and sukuna is 2 years older ( i would make the age gap wider to account for canon but i feel like any older and sukuna wouldn't be caught dead playing in his little brother's band)

it /is/ technically yuuji's band, he /was/ the one who started it even though sukuna would argue that he's the one funding the whole thing and nobara would argue that she's the one organizing and promoting every one of their gigs and megumi would argue that he constantly loses sleep writing mixing and producing their songs,, they all love yuuji tho so they go along and let him put his name on it

don't think too hard about how sukuna, 19, makes enough to fund a band . wholesome legal stuff, promise

yuuji's current guitar is a hand me down from sukuna after he had saved up enough to splurge on the double necked monstrosity he has currently. because they were strapped for cash growing up, for years yuuji played on a beginner kid's size electric guitar that sukuna (serial music snob) couldn't stand the sound of and may or may not have violently smashed before tsundere-ly shoving his old guitar into yuuji's hands.

that being the case, sukuna thinks what yuuji has done to his old guitar is atrocious bc he's the type to take /meticulous/ care of his instruments. we're talking regular tune ups, wax, mods, the works. man carries spare strings and a microfibre cloth on him at all times just in case and Will Not let yuuji near his gear because yuuji is a hurricane of a boy and has dropped and broken his equipment more times than any of them care to count . they do however make a game out of placing bets as to what he'll knock over during practice

yuuji usually does lead vocals because his energy is quite frankly contagious and he's a natural at working a crowd . Sukuna sings backup vocal but there are a handful of songs where they switch and he sings lead and those songs are . hm . a very different vibe ! and some of their most successful releases much to his brother's chagrin

megumi had always noticed and admired sukuna's voice and thought it would be a waste not to give him a lead vocal part so he was originally the one to offer to collaborate with sukuna to write a few songs more tailored to his style ,, yuuji felt a bit snuffed but couldn't deny that megumi had a point so he agreed to take a back seat

once sukuna had gotten a taste for the spotlight and saw the stream count on the songs he led he and yuuji started bickering a lot more over who gets to take over lead vocals. they've tried duets before and it's simply out of the question so instead they fight over megumi to get him to write for one of them. it still usually ends up being yuuji which irks sukuna but he's placated by how explosive the reaction is when he /does/ get a song to himself

megumi can also sing !!! he's really good !!!!except he's shy and stubborn and won't do it in front of others. he once drunkenly admitted that he has a secret folder on his laptop full of audio files of himself singing unreleased songs and they (mostly nobara) haven't let him forget it and pester him relentlessly to let them listen. he will not because his songs are emo and sappy and pining and definitely not about yuuji

this is MY brainrot so this au is not immune to pining megumi x oblivious yuuji. one time yuuji kept inviting a girl he liked to their rehearsals and megumi's mood would get so sour that most days they had to call practice early and the ensuing show was one of their worst performances ever because their practices had been so unproductive. nobara is 95% sure she knows what was up but in the interest of keeping megumi in the band she kept her mouth shut ((she did admonish yuuji afterwards that no more outside spectators were allowed at practice no matter how hot he thinks they are))

in the days leading up to their first ever show yuuji was an anxious wreck to the point where the rest of them were legitimately concerned for his health but completely at a loss as to what they could do to help. megumi's love language is Not words of affirmation so instead he got yuuji a new set of audio cables accompanied by a note that read "good luck -M" to help ease his nerves. yuuji keeps the note taped to his guitar

megumi and nobara can both play piano and alternate covering the keyboard parts if a song requires it. (((megumi is a lot better at it which annoys nobara but she attributes the skill difference to his "freakishly long fingers and perfect pitch, which is basically cheating anyway")))

nobara gives the boys hell for making her play manager most of the time but she honestly thrives when a gig is coming up and she gets to order them around and use sukuna's credit card to book photoshoots and print promotional materials and buy them new outfits to match the concept

everyone but sukuna dreads the aforementioned shopping days. yuuji is a chronic protag who just wants to sing with his friends and megumi thinks coordinated outfits are frivolous and a waste of time . sukuna however /loves/ the visual aspect of performing because he's a dramatic bitch and wants to make sure they leave an impression. he and nobara are a force to be reckoned with and megumi and yuuji fight for their lives when they bust out the eyeliner

gojo is in this au because i guess he has to be smh i am never free -_- he was megumi's old music teacher and he runs the studio they rent out ("friends and family discount for my favourite student! aren't i kind, megumi-chan?") and they're pretty sure he's famous overseas or a retired star or something because whenever he comes to their shows there's a flood of paparazzi and tabloids that he miraculously manages to avoid??? they have no idea how he does it but they're happy to leech off the publicity

#jjk band!au #i have more don't tempt me take this away from me #hina.txt

[honoviadakai]

Team Urameshi as parents/babysitters

Yusuke:

Parent:

So for starters, I feel like this guy would like a few little rugrats running around once he’s married

3 tops

He grew up an only child and he remembers what it’s like to be lonely when his mom wasn’t home and Keiko was to busy/not around to play with him

Having more than one makes it more difficult for them to feel lonely

But multiple kids, that have Yusuke’s genetics, means a rowdy household

RIP his poor wife OTL

Yusuke is not big on rules or authority

What makes you think he’s gonna enforce a lot of rules on his kids???

The only “rules” he has is the following:

Always listen to mom and respect her

Never start a fight, you can absolutely finish them though

Don’t waste food

…

Yeeeeeah….not very many rules…

FEAR NOT! They can be expanded upon! ÒvÓ~✨

The first rule is something he made on purpose because he knew he wasn’t gonna enforce more than 3 rules tops

This rule guarantees that his kids not only listen to his rules, but his partner’s rules as well

And he takes it seriously

If his partner told the kiddos no cake before dinner, though tiddy, no cake till after dinner

He personally doesn’t care if people eat cake before or after dinner, but wifey said no and no means no guys 😤

Again, these are Yusuke’s kids…at least one of them is gonna inherit his attitude AND is natural fighting skills

Hence the second rule

He doesn’t want them living his life where everyone was too afraid to even give him a chance

He wants his kids to have as many close friends as possible

So he absolutely doesn’t want them to lean way too hard into the delinquent persona like he did in his youth

That being said

He’s showing them how to fight early in life

Ain’t no one gonna mess with his kids! (ง •̀_•́ )ง

But he also teaches them to pick their battles smarter than he does

And if they do get into a fight, as long as they didn’t start the fight, he will not punish them because it was not their fault, they were defending themselves

The ONLY exception he has for the “don’t start a fight” rule is if they were helping someone out

Like let’s say one of his kids sees one of their friends getting beat on and they step in to defend them

They technically threw the first fight but they also technically didn’t and it was for a good reason

Now onto the last rule

It’s a no-brainer

Don’t waste the damn food

If you’re at a guest’s house and you don’t like the food, choke it down fast, someone went out their way to feed you damn it

If you eat out and there’s half or more of it left, leftovers, don’t throw it out

Part of this comes from the fact that when Yusuke was a kid, food wasn’t always available or even of good quality

So whenever he did have it, he’d eat every bite even if he didn’t like it because he didn’t know when his next full meal was coming

The other part is him now owning his own Ramen stand

Food waste in restaurants is atrocious

Yusuke tries his best not to waste food at the stand and even chews customers out if they do

It’s actually pretty common that he’ll bring food from work home or feed, feed stray animals the food that’s safe for them, bring his friends leftovers or he’ll even feed some homeless people or ppl who just didn’t have money on them but were really hungry

From that last point, it’s obvious that Yusuke, while laid back in parenting style, is a very kind parent to his kids

He will not let them go hungry

He will not let them go without basic necessities like clothes

He will not parent them with fear or anger

He will not neglect them

And above all else

He will not let them ever believe he does not love and cherish them

Honestly he has more rules for himself if you think about it

He grew up on the opposite end of the spectrum of parental care so he has an idea of what bad parenting looks like

So he’s gonna do everything in his power to not be like his mom pre him getting hit by a car

Babysitter:

Wait, did you think he’d have a different in care because it’s someone else’s kid???

Well you’re wrong!

Sorta (￣ω￣)

Lemme explain

He still follows the same philosophy of “no kid will feel unloved/neglected in my care”

That is always a constant for him because he’s rather let Genkai sucker punch his ribs 47 times in a row than let a kid starve when he knows damn well he can feed them

The difference is he drops rule one ☝️

The Kiddo’s parents left him in charge soooo…fuck the rules!

Kid wants cake for breakfast? What flavor? He’s buying

Kid wants to play video games instead of do homework? He calls second controller

Kid wants to watch a really scary R rated movie? Cool 👍 He’s gonna make popcorn

That being said, he’s much more mature but the time his first kid comes into his life

So while he absolutely would let the kids he’s babysitting do what they want, he’s still make sure they get their shit done

It helps that he’s basically a big kid at heart so he can easily level with them

For example ☝️

“Ok kid, we played 15 rounds of Super Smash Bros. Time to do that algebra homework”

“What?! But that’s boring! 😫”

“Yeah but it’s either do the homework or face your parents’ wrath. Which do you wanna deal with?”

“…you right, imma grab my books”

“I’ll get the calculator”

He knows they don’t wanna do chores or homework but he also knows being lectured is more of a pain in the ass than actually doing the task you don’t wanna do

And tbh, he’ll help them out so they don’t gotta do it alone

He’s not the ideal candidate for someone you’d trust as a babysitter

But your kids will be well taken care of!

Yusuke’s just gonna let them eat junk food all day 😅

Kuwabara:

Parent:

Oh my god

This man

This man right here

He’d be such a phenomenal dad

He’d like a big family

4 tops but he won’t complain if more enter his life

He’s a gentle giant who’s a bit loud and kids seem to love that

It’s pretty common to see him being climbed on by his young children like he’s their personal jungle gym

Any games they wanna play, he’ll take part in if he can(he’s too big for the swing set he’s built them so the most he can do is push them)

He’s also very patient with them

If they’re struggling with homework, he’ll help them and let them know it’s ok if they don’t fully understand the subject they’re studying

He is a bit strict with his kids grades btw, but like nothing crazy

Like if his kid were to get a C+ on an exam and he knows that they studied their ass off, he’s not gonna reprimand them, he’s gonna celebrate their success

He does push them to do better, but he does it in a way that lets them know he believes in their potential and that they haven’t fully realized it yet but he 1000% sees it

Like he’s really good at motivating his kids!

He’s their biggest cheerleader and he does everything he can to support his kids in their own endeavors

It could be something as small as making them their favorite snacks or something as big as buying the expensive tools and materials needed to work for their dream

He does have a few rules for the household but they’re all very standard and never feel like he’s demanding a lot from his kids

He does divide some of the rules in terms of “these rules apply the the older kids and these apply to the younger ones”

He understands that teenagers need different rules from the younger ones because developmentally, they’re dealing with different things and have different mindsets

But again it’s always fair like “no smoking till you’re 18” or “if we let you go to a party, please text us every now and then so we know your ok 👌 “

He also divides chores fairly amongst his family

Him and his partner will do the bigger more complicated stuff, the older kids do their own laundry, dishes and keep their individual living spaces clean and the younger kids help by picking up and putting away things like toys and books and they learn from a young age to separate the laundry so it’s just easier and quicker to do

He’ll teach all his kids how to fight early in life but he absolutely does not expect them to be combative people

He remembers fighting alongside his demon friends and while he absolutely could hold his own, he remembers the pain of being fought with killing intent

He’d rather not have his kids deal with ever feeling like they have to fight someone like Toguro or Sensui

But he also understands that if one of his kids wants to be a fighter, he’s not gonna be able to sway them

They’re his kid after all

Babysitter:

One of the best babysitters you will ever hire

Worth every penny!

Your kids have a 9pm curfew? They’re in bed by 8:50pm

You made them brussle sprouts as part of their dinner and the kiddo doesn’t wanna eat it? Sorry bud, uncle Kuwabara ain’t gonna let you leave the table till you’ve eaten at least half your greens

He also believes in positive reinforcement so something he does with all kids is once they do their chores, homework or eat their veggies, he’ll give them a treat

It’s not always a literal treat. Sometimes it’s him allowing them to play video games with them till they’re sleepy

Sometimes they fall asleep a tad past their bedtime…but what their parents know won’t kill them, or him

Kurama:

Parent:

He’s a very interesting father to have

Like not necessarily in a bad way

It’s just…interesting…

Let’s back up and establish he’d like 2 kids maximum

He kinda likes having a step brother so he’d want his kids to have a sibling they can bond with

Remember, he grew up an only child so he was probably a bit lonely

Well he was probably lonely for other reasons…

Well get to that

Now for standard parenting stuff

He’s strict about school but he’s also fair

If his kid’s best on an economics exam was a C- and he sees they really REALLY tried as hard as they could, he’s gonna be understanding and let it slide

HOWEVER ☝️

He expects some progress from his kids

Like he’s not expecting them to go from getting a C- to and A+

But like they should at least get a C+ next time

He’s not unreasonable, he knows some things don’t come naturally to some people, but he does believe in steady growth

No literally

Kids are like plants to him

You could give 2 plants the same amount of water, sunlight and care and one might still grow faster than the other despite being grown at the same time

The slower growing one just needs extra help to grow and ya just gotta be patient

Same with kids

Weirdly though…he does have a strange line when it comes to plants and kids he doesn’t cross often…

He just…doesn’t baby talk his kids when they’re little…but he will with his plants…

It’s not that he hates his kids, he loves them just as much as he loves his plants

But in his mind, his children are learning language, not his plants

He can speak gibberish to his plants and not worry about they’re lexicon because even the plants that do have mouths usually don’t speaks they just nom

His kids though? They’re gonna learn how to speak and he’d prefer they learn to speak properly

A weird dichotomy but ok

He’ll also teach them how to be responsible for themselves from an early age

Like they learn quickly that they need to keep their living space clean because mom and dad won’t always be around to do it for them

He also teaches him to cook at a young age

Not because he wants them to be hyper independent, far from it

He just has a lot of good memories with his mother where she taught him new recipes as he grew older

He wants to bond with his kids and have similar experiences with them and he cherishes all those moments with his entire being

Now let’s address the elephant in the room…

Kurama is living in the human world and probably even married a human

But he’s still a demon…

So his kids are at the very least, half demon

This is where things might get difficult for him

If he didn’t tell his partner about his background, this might cause issues in his marriage tbh…

He might end up being a single father if it’s that big of an issue for his partner

On the flip side

If he decides to be upfront with his partner, knowing he wanted to marry and have kids with them, it’s still gonna be difficult but at least they’re both prepared

I’d like to think he’s so the latter but I think it really depends on how he’s doing mentally around the time he starts dating his partner

For the sake of this argument, it’s the latter

He’s still gonna have the issue of having fox demon children that can control plants though

He’s gonna teach them how to control their powers as early as he can

He’s smart so he prepared to get a remote job so it’s easier to keep an eye on his children during their infancy

Can’t exactly hire a random human babysitter and just drop a “btw, my kids might accidentally make the fern in the living room grow crazy fast, don’t worry about it, that’s normal at their age.”

Once they’re older, they will have much better control over their abilities so he’s not too worried about them

But where he does start to worry is when they start attending school…

He trusts his kids but he doesn’t trust other people’s kids not to push his kids buttons

Or at least try to…

Yeah, he’s gonna teach them how to mess with people’s heads…

He doesn’t want to…but he wants them to be able to get out of conflict without having to resort to violence first

Especially because losing control of their emotions might blow their cover

That being said, he will teach the to fight

He’d prefer if it was used only for self defense…but he knows his kids are their own person and while he doesn’t want them to get hurt, he knows he can’t force them to not fight if that’s what they really wanna do

I can see them learning about Yoko Kurama from other demons they come across and that’s gonna lead to some questions

As much as he’d like to not discuss it, he knows he has to

He’s gonna be honest about what he was like back in the day, but he’s also gonna let them know that he’s not going back to that life

He loves his family and they’re worth more to him than any treasure he’s ever come across

Tbh it might make his kids respect him a lot when he says that

They do think is legend is badass but to hear he’s given it up to be their dad???

Wow…he really does, undoubtedly, love his family

He really does love his family and he’s gonna do his best to keep them safe from a world that hasn’t fully accepted demons yet

Babysitter:

He’s like Kuwabara when it comes to babysitting

If the parents who left him in charge have some rules, then the rules will be followed

Where they differ is that he’s not gonna reward them that much for following the rules beyond a head pat and a “Good job!”

He might let them have a sweet treat if he knows it was a big deal to them, but over all of the kid grew up with those rules, he expects them to know the rules well enough not to purposely try to break them just cuz he’s not their parent

He’s also the one you wanna piss off the least….

If the kid is being bratty…first warning is a terrifying glare…

No one ever tries their luck after the glare…

They all subconsciously know that pushing him beyond that will not end well…

His kids learned early in life not to fuck with Kurama…and so will other people’s children…

But as. Long as they don’t puss him off, he’s a very nice babysitter

He even reads bedtime stories if the kid asks nicely!

Honestly a model babysitter 😌

Hiei:

Parent:

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Buckle up for this one…

It might get a little sad

Honestly…I don’t think he’d want kids

He doesn’t believe he’s a good brother, what makes you think he believes he’d be a good father?

And to be fair

His own father wasn’t in his life and the “father” he did have was a bandit that tried to steal from him when he was fished out of a river, taught him violence and power was everything and abandoned him without hesitation

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He doesn’t exactly know what a “good father” looks like…she he doesn’t think he could ever be a good father

IF he were to have children, it would have to be well after he’s been in an established relationship

He’d have to be in a good place mentally, emotionally and personally to even consider bringing life, life he didn’t think he was capable of creating, into the world

He’s also probably only want one

He might have more later, but in the beginning he’s got a very strict “one and done” mentality

Also I feel like he would take a human as mate

I don’t think he’s against taking a demon as a mate by any means, humans are just…warmer, in his eyes.

He wants someone with a warm, compassionate heart and humans tend to have that in spades more than demons do

He’s honestly not a terrible father to his child…he’s just…

Inexperienced…

He’s never taken care of children before

The closest one he’s had to raise in the past is himself and honestly…it’s debatable even to him how well he did on that front

He’s very scared to hold his kid because they’re so…little…

The last thing he wants to do is cause them any sort of harm so in his mind, if he doesn’t hold his kid, he can’t accidentally drop them

He will get over that hurdle eventually, he just needs to get comfortable with holding his kid so be patient

Once he’s comfortable around his kid, he’s actually a pretty good dad!

…by demon standards

By human standards…he needs work…

For example, he’ll think it’s completely acceptable to gift a toddler a sword for their birthday

He learned how to use a sword by the time he was 3 so surely it’s not a problem to teach his child how to wield a sword too

…in his defense…his kid also has demon blood so his logic isn’t wrong but…he needs to be stopped

This is also gonna be a repeating trend btw

Like his friends, he’s gonna teach his child how to fight

The difference is that to him, fighting is the same as walking

His kid NEEDS to learn because fighting is as normal as walking and talking to him so it should be more or less the same for his kid right?

It’s such a norm for him that when his kid gets older, he’s not gonna punish them for getting into fights with other kids at school

He’d encourage it!

Here’s an example of how an interaction between him and his kid would go down

“Why are you coverd in bruises?”

“This kid in my class was talking mad shit so me and my friend fought him and his friends after school =3=”

“….did you win????”

“Obviously 😤”

“Very good, that should teach that fool a lesson… Now clean up before your mother sees you and has a heart attack.”

“Ok dad. ^v^~”

His poor partner is gonna worry themself to death…

But they allow it because while it’s weird…it’s how he bonds with his kid

He’s actually happy during all the training sessions they have together

Cuz his kid is learning and improving and he’s just so proud of them!

Yeah his kid comes come covered in bruises and is absolutely sore af

But they’re so happy to be training with their dad!

And that just melts Hiei’s black little heart so much

It’s one of the rare times he’ll have a genuine, big smile 😊

He does still commute back and forth from the demon and human world but he makes it a point to not be gone for longer than a month and he’s always home for events like birthdays

He might also take his kid to demon world but he’s VERY protective of them during that time

Not that he’s not protective of them in the human world, he very much is

The difference is that humans don’t typically have giant claws and teeth to worry about

If anyone tries to mess with his family, at best he’ll horribly main them, at worst he’s gonna scorch them so bad that not even their ashes will remain

Once he builds up a family, he’ll lay his life in the line to keep it safe

He’s a bit of a nervous and insecure father, but once he’s found his groove, he’s a surprisingly loving father

Babysitter:

Ok you know how protective and nervous Hiei is with his family?

Yeeeeah throw that all out the window if it’s someone else’s spawn

Not his kid, not his priority

Honestly just find a different babysitter

Don’t get me wrong

If you do manage to get him to babysit, he’ll at least make sure they live

But like…hes gonna let them get hurt if he sees them doing something stupid

Like if he sees them climbing up a wardrobe, he’s not even gonna give them a warning to get down

He’s just gonna watch

If they fall at hurt themselves, he’s gonna asses the damage and then have one of 2 reaction

If it’s not that bad, he’ll just kinda roll his eyes and say something along the lines “it’s not even that bad, you’ll be fine so don’t you start crying…” and then he’ll just walk away

If the kid’s bleeding then he’ll be sure to dress their wound, lightly smack them upside the head before saying something like “that’s what happens to fools who don’t think things through.” And then he’ll walk away

He will feed them but it’s better if the parents prepare something he can just microwave and serve

Don’t let him cook…he thinks raw meat is acceptable for human children to eat…

If the kids don’t wanna eat what’s available he won’t make them eat it

He’s just gonna look at them and say “ok, I’m not making anything else so if you wanna starve, that’s your prerogative.”

He is over to younger children tbh

They’re cuter, honest and less argumentative if you blatantly tell them what you what from them and why

So if one of the toddlers he’s babysitting wants him to participate in a tea party or something, he will

Older kids and teens get on his nerves quicker

Teens especially are too moody for his liking but they also respect him more because of how blunt he is

But It’s because you f that respect that he first of all, actually punishes teens, secondly, punishes them harshly

I don’t mean he gets physical, he understands that he’s probably accidentally kill them if he threw a punch even if he’s holding back

I mean he’s gonna make them learn a lesson psychologically

For example, here’s what’ll happen if the teenager he’s babysitting is caught smoking 🚬

“Are you smoking a cigarette?”

“!?!? N-No!”

“Don’t lie to me…I can smell the tobacco…”

“…ok yeah, I’m smoking…what do you care though!? You’re not my dad!”

“I’m aware…I don’t care if you do smoke, I’m only left in charge of you for the day….”

“??? So I can smoke?”

“Yes…in fact…how many cigarettes are left…?”

“10, why???”

“You’re going to smoke them all, plus all the packs you have hidden in your room…right now…and you will not leave this spot until you’ve finished every last cigarette…”

“WHAT!?”

“You heard me…now shut up and smoke them all…if you try to run I’ll break your legs so just hurry up and do as I say…”

The kid’s gonna do it and probably need a doctor but hey! They’re not gonna ever wanna smoke again!

Yeah sure, the smell of tobacco makes them gag now…but they learned their lesson! Thats good right???

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Please for the love of all that is good and pure in this world, get a different babysitter

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