#uhh ya mama

[gerardwayslesbianlovr]

so i had one of these, but i hated it…

GET TO KNOW ME 😼😼

my name is addison

i use she/her pronouns

i’m under 18, (plz don’t follow if ur like 20+)

i like having friends, feel free to message me

pretty much all of my posts are shitposts (i think it’s a great look into my brain)

i think i like gerard way the normal amount

one time i was 10 feet away from awsten knight at a waterparks concert (i did sob)

if i had to describe my taste in music in three words, i’d say “whimsical emo daughter”

examples include:

chappell roan, my chemical romance, sabrina carpenter, limp bizkit, taylor swift, foo fighters, one direction, waterparks, pierce the veil, paramore, etc, etc.

#intro post #whoop whoop #uhh ya mama

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 3

cw: tension, maybe yelling, sexual tension again because hes a perv at times.

you had a love hate relationship with nostalgia.

currently speaking, youve been on the phone with kinji for the last… five hours? used to be times that amount. he always loved hearing you apparently.

“when can i come see you?” he asked on the other line, hearing him tap the back of his phone in anticipation.

“im not too sure kin, you know hes always over here.” you said , phone right next to your ear while you lay. you had been drifting soon, maybe kinji picking up hints on that.

“is he there right now, mama?” he whispered, or was he just getting closer to the phone?

you felt a pull at your heart, and a small heat in your thighs. you suddenly becoming wide awake and breathed heavy. “uh uh.”

“oh good, so i can stop by and see you then.” he said, in that oh soft voice.

“no– he can just randomly pop up.” you said, hoping that he wouldnt care though and came by anyway.

“oh babydoll, you think id care about that? nah. i just wanna see you.” he said, on his end, he truly did want to see you. but you sound so good right now, to the point his boxers were tight.

“mmhh.. fine. but im mad since you made me miss my nap dummy.” you said, having a pout that he couldnt see.

“pretty girls dont pout ma, quit it.”

you immediately lost that pout.

three knocks is all it took for you to come to the door and open it, being greeted with the no other.

“hey mama.” he said, lazy grin plastered on his face while he looked down at you. “give my hug girl.”

you did hug him, feeling the heat in his body and that overflowed you. “jesus fuck your burning up. had a good bet or something?” you asked, pulling away.

“that was yesterday, you know im always burnin when i see you.” he said, closing the door with his heel and kicking his jordans off.

“thank you.”

both bodies plop on the couch, giving arm length space and looking away. kinji always paid you attention. he scoot next to you and wrapped a arm around your body, his hand landing on the fat of your hip. he grips it, leaning into you. “why you nervous?”

“im not nervous!” you shouted, scrunching your eyebrows together. you never learn do you?

“fuck you hollerin at?” he said, his hand finding a way to your jaw and making you look at him. you would remember how this goes.

until stupid ass sinji ruined the moment by knocking on the door, you having to get up and open it for him, and now, currently, you had to be snuggled up under his arm while kinji was on the other side of the room.

“so uhh.. how long have you known each other?” sinji asked, trying to pry information out from both of you. this was something he did always when he felt he should know, which technically he should know, but wasnt his business.

“two years.” kinji answered for you, eyes focused on the tv. he was tapping his foot, trying to warm up. soon as sinji showed up, he became cold. he hated the cold but if you were cold, it wasnt too bad he guess.

“i was asking my girlfriend, not you.” sinji said, attitude laced and holding you tight. causing kinji to snap his gaze towards you both. you looked uncomfortable, because sinji didnt do this unless he felt “possessive.” he sucked his teeth, bouncing his knee more in trying to not go off.

“two years, sinji.” you said, feeling uncomfortable and tapping your foot.

“didn’t know you go for.. those kinds of people.” he digged, looking at kinji and then back at you.

“whats kinds of people, sinji?” hakari spoke up, turning his whole head to him.

“im not talking to you–“

“nah nah nah, what kinds of people?” hakari said, slowly standing up and then causing sinji to stand up too.

“gamblers, since ya know, you always need money from the people who dont have the money.” sinji snided.

“sinji!” you shouted, getting in the middle.

you couldnt even tell hakari why he decided to start something when hakari towered over him. you looked at hakari , silently asking him to not destroy shit, since of his fighting style.

he sighed through his nose, calming himself and then chuckling. “you talking big boy shit when i can make a bet that i could have her right back here, and i could help her.. needs in every way possible.”

“she isnt like you, she knows where home is! ain that right baby?” he said, like some lost puppy.

“sure.” you said, rolling your eyes. you walked to the kitchen , opening the fridge and and popping a water bottle out.

“good, now you should leave.” sinji said, pointing at the door. “theres the door. try to lock it on your way out.”

“hes able to stay. you should be the one leaving since you disturbed the peace.” you said, causing hakari to chuckle and point at the door.

“theres the door, boy.” he said, having a lazy grin on his face. sly fucker.

sinji maybe muttered a few words and walked out the door, although slamming it. hakari then watched you walk over to the couch, your hip being softly pressed against it.

“youre not off the hook either, hakari!” you said, raising your voice. “that was pointless!”

“who you shoutin at?” he said, raising an eyebrow and looking down at you. he got closer–

“you! because you couldve fought and—“

you never learned, did you? you must like being fucked up. because you were suddenly bent over the couch arm, your ass cheeks pressed firm against his groin. he had his hand on the back of your neck, and he ever so often bumped his groin against your ass.

“he’s spoiled you rotten.” he said, snickering and having his free hand on your under cheek. “think i gotta remind you hm? because that bet is still going.” you felt heat in your thighs, squirming a bit. “jus gunna let you know now you gettin fucked up. when was the last time you got dick?”

“uh… maybe a year?” you said, why were you all shy and shit? you were also talking big girl shit. you squirmed more, only feeling his half hard-on.

“yeah, let me show you where that cervix is.”

next chapter is full of smut and fluff. it will most likely be heavy.

#jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk leaks #hakari smut #hakari x reader #jjk hakari #kinji hakari #hakari kinji #jjk fanart #smut

[hazbin-mpreg]

Hiya!

So, for any of your fankids:

Have they ever asked their parents about the birds and the bees?

How would their parents react?

I feel like it would go something like:

Charlie: *blushes and stammers a mess of words.*

Vaggie: *sigh* you'll learn when you're older.

Angel: ya see kid, when a man loves a woman...or...two men love each other, or two women-

Husker: wha-- huh? Uhh why don't you go ask my friend nunyabusiness ||?

But who knows? What are your headcanons for this?

Thanks!

~ xlovelyliviix

Okay so these head canons will be under the cut

TW: mild sex talk / sex explaining

Tbh with chaggie (for Violet), I don’t think she’d ever really ask tbh- she’s selectively mute but if the topic did arise- Charlie would be flustered, clearly caught off guard bc Violet NEVER asks questions. But after her initial shock wears off, she tries to explain it as kid friendly as possible. As for Vaggie? She’s just staring at Violet and is like “yeah no.. go talk to your mama-“ cause she’s not about to have that conversation 😂

For Huskerdust- Venus would be fairly curios because she sort of understands what Angel does (not in great detail, but when she’s older- in her early teens she figures it out quite quickly).

Angel would just try to talk to her about it while keeping a straight face because he’s never been asked this and it’s throwing him for a loop- but he gets his point across. As for Husk? He spits out his drink and flattens his ears and goes “no” (which is why she asks Angel)

For radioapple, both Lucifer and Alastor are straight forward with their kids if they ever ask. They don’t see the need to hide it, and they give fairly decent explanations

With staticmoth- considering all the kids know what Val does, they don’t ask many questions (they’re never at the studio but they do hear Val bitching A LOT), though I’d say Vox would eventually tell them properly

#chaggie #huskerdust #radioapple #staticmoth #hazbin hotel #mpreg #mpreg kink

[vintagepresley]

Uncle Jerry

68' Comeback Special Blurb

Jerry babysits Ada when Elvis treats you to a date night.

It had been a while since you and Elvis had any kind of time alone with one another, especially after the twins being born. After a few months and you feeling more confident about your figure again, Elvis suggested that two of you should have a date night and do some of the old things you'd love to do together like rent out the fairgrounds or the Memphian Theater. You couldn't of been more excited and luckily your parents were in town to see the children and they had offered to watch them for you. But you suggested maybe having an extra hand to help them because they'd have their hands full with all three kids. So Elvis called Jerry to see if he'd watch Ada. You knew she'd love that because uncle Jerry was her favorite. He was more of a pushover than Elvis was sometimes and she knew how to get her way with him. He couldn't of been happier to come watch her, he loved her like she was his own child.

Elvis was waiting for you downstairs and Ada was watching cartoons in the tv room as you finished getting ready. He let Jerry inside once he arrived and the two men spoke for a moment before Ada overheard Jerry's voice from the other room. She got up and came running toward the foyer where Jerry was standing and she excitedly jumped up and down as she reached her arms out for him. "Uncle Jerry! Uncle Jerry!" she squealed. Elvis and Jerry laughed softly as he lifted her up into his arms. "Hi sugar!" Jerry exclaimed. "Daddy's standing here too, y'know." he teased. She giggled softly, waving at Elvis. "Hi daddy." she smiled before turning her attention back to Jerry and she gave him a little kiss on the cheek as she hugged her arms around him. Jerry smiled widely as he hugged her tight. "Uncle Jerry's gonna be watchin' ya while mama and I go out." Elvis said softly. She gasped excitedly. "Really!?" she said with big smile. Jerry nodded. "Mhm, we're gonna have tons of fun!" he said with a chuckle.

Elvis raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, don't let her make a mess of the house again, Jer.." he laughed, shaking his head. You finally emerged from the bedroom all dressed up and ready to go on your date. All three of them smiled at the sight of you and Elvis slipped his arm around your waist once you were beside him. "You look amazing. Doesn't your mama look pretty?" Elvis hummed with a smile. Ada nodded. "Mama so pretty." she smiled. "You look great." Jerry said softly. "Thank you everyone." you laughed. You slipped from Elvis' hold and gave Jerry a hug. "Hi Jerry. Now remember you are allowed to say no to her." you laughed softly. Jerry rolled his eyes playfully. "Uh huh.." he uttered. "You be a good girl for your uncle Jerry, okay?" you said softly, giving her a kiss. "Yes mama.." she said innocently. "Bye baby." Elvis whispered as he gave her a kiss before the two of you went on your way.

Ada smiled widely at Jerry. He raised an eyebrow because she had that mischievous look on her face the same look Elvis has right before he's about to do something crazy. "So, what would you like to do, bub?" he said with a smile. She tapped her little finger against her chin. "Let's play dress up!" she giggled. He furrowed his brow at her, chuckling. "Sounds good to me." he smiled as he set her down. She took his hand and began to lead the way upstairs to her room. Once they got there she let go of his hand and went over to her little toy chest and began grabbing all her little princess dresses and her play heels. Jerry watched her and just laughed to himself. She grabbed a dress for Jerry and she walked over to him, holding it up. "This is for you." she giggled softly. "Uh, sugar, uncle Jerry isn't going to fit that." he chuckled. She scrunched up her nose as she stared at him and down at the dress and now she was thinking what he could wear. "Oh, mama has dresses!" she said excitedly. "Uhh, I don't think your mama will want me wearing her dresses." he shook his head.

But she had her mind made up already and she went running to her parents room and Jerry quickly followed after her. "Ada! I don't think this is a good idea." he said softly. "You don't wanna play with me?" she looked up at him with those innocent big blue eyes of hers as she pouted, she knew exactly what she was doing. "Oh, of course I want to play with you, sugar." he sighed softly. "Alright, one dress but we have to put it back before your parents get home." he nodded. Her sad expression and pout went away fast and she smiled happily as she grabbed his hand and walked him over to your closet and she reached up to open the door. "You pick a pretty dress now." she smiled. Jerry looked into your closet and shook his head as he just laughed. "Um, how about you pick for me?" he smiled as he picked her up so she could reach. She nodded happily at his request and she began to look through your dresses until she stopped when she saw a pretty baby blue dress with flared sleeves. "This one!" she said happily and she snatched it off the hanger. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the dress and he had no idea how he was getting that on with his muscular build. "Uncle Jerry's definitely going to look pretty in this." he laughed and carried her back into her room and he set her down.

He took the dress from her hands and she went over to pull one of her dresses she picked out over her clothes and stepped into her little heels and she stomped around in her heels and giggling to herself. Jerry smiled as he watched her having a good ol' time. He did the best he could slipping your dress on over his clothes and it was pretty evident that he had stretched it out. Once he got it on he could hardly move in the thing. Ada eyes widen at the sight of him and she giggled hard. "Uncle Jerry looks funny!" she pointed and laugh. "Yeah, yeah.." he chuckled and he spun around for her. "Do I at least look pretty?" he laughed. She nodded as she tried to contain her giggles. "Very pretty!" she beamed. "You look very pretty as well. Like a little princess." he smiled. She giggled and happily went over to grab her barbie makeup that you had bought her. "Uncle Jerry needs makeup now!" she grinned. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. "I don't think so, Addy." he said softly. Now her pout was back and she was giving him the look again with those big puppy dog eyes and she even managed to tear up. She was too cute and too hard to say no to. "Okay, okay.. You can do my makeup, honey." he said hesitantly. She quickly smiled and jumped up and down happily.

She pulled out one of her little chairs for him. "Sit down, please." she smiled. He couldn't help but smile at her and he sat down in her little chair that he was way too big to be sitting in. Then she pulled the other chair up and she stepped out of her heels and climbed onto the chair to stand on it so she was able to reach him. "I'll make you look like a pretty princess!" she giggled. She took some of the glittery eyeshadow on her fingers and he closed his eyes as she brushed it onto each of his eyelids. He peeked at her a bit to see the very concentrated look on her face as she did his makeup, he smiled to himself. His eyelids were super glittery by the time she finished and then she put some glittery blush on his cheeks trying to copy the way she saw you do your own makeup. "We need lipstick!" she exclaims and she climbs off the chair and Jerry opens his eyes to her running off again and this time she went into your bathroom, knowing exactly where you kept your makeup and she rummaged through it making a bit of a mess of it all on the floor until she finds your lipstick and then she goes running back to Jerry.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Addy, will your mama like you using her lipstick?" he asked curiously. She shook her head as she climbed back onto the chair and she opened the lipstick, turning the small tube until the lipstick popped up and then she put the bright color onto his lips, it obviously not being perfect. She stood back to admire her work with a smile and without saying a word she hopped off the chair and grabbed her brush and little butterfly clips and then climbed back on the chair and started brushing his hair back and placing butterfly clips randomly in his hair. He was afraid to see what he looked like. "All done!" she giggled. "You look so pretty, uncle Jerry." she smiled. "Can I see?" he asked softly. She nodded, climbing off the chair and he got up and walked over to her little vanity and he was shocked to say the least at his face and hair. "Wow! I look amazing!" He exclaimed dramatically. As the night went on he continued to do what she wanted and played dress up and princesses.

Eventually you and Elvis had arrived back home and your parents were downstairs watching tv. "Where's Ada and Jerry?" you asked. Your mother telling you that they're upstairs playing. "Oh boy." Elvis mutters with a smile. The both of you make your way upstairs where you could hear the two of them talking and Jerry was speaking with a higher voice and Ada would just laugh every time he spoke. Elvis laughed quietly as the two of you peeked in on them from the cracked door. Elvis' eyes widen when he saw what Jerry was wearing and how he looked and Elvis pushed the door open laughing so hard. "Jerry.. What the hell are ya wearin'?!" he cracked up. "Is that my dress!?! And my lipstick?!" you shouted. Elvis was laughing so hard he ended up on the floor. Jerry didn't feel too embarrassed but he certainly didn't like that the two of you saw him that way. "Ada made me put the dress on and lipstick." he confessed. She gasped. "No I didn't!!" she said as she glared at him for telling. "Is that so?" you said, knowing that this was all her idea. Elvis had tears in his eyes from laughing and each time he looked at Jerry in that ridiculous makeup he couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Oh lord." he said between his laughter. It was so contagious that it made all of you just laugh.

Ada was always getting Jerry to do the most silliest things for her, but you thought it was the sweetest thing that he would go to great lengths just to make her happy. Sometimes she gave him no choice in the matter. Like father, like daughter.

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#elvis presley #ada presley #jerry schilling #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #Elvis fluff #dad!elvis #Graceland

[cevansbrat0007]

The Visitor

Summary: Reader receives a surprise visit from the last person she ever expects. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, A.J. Barber

Warnings: Angst, Jacob Barber, Talk of Death, Surprised Reader, Sympathetic Reader, A.J. Cuteness, Angry Andy, Accepting Andy, Fluff, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated. Semi-proofread. All mistakes my own. Thanks for reading!

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“How ya feelin’ buddy?” You ask your sweet A.J. from his place on the couch. Your poor baby was home sick today, which he hated, because he loved preschool. He was snuggled in his favorite Paw Patrol blanket with a cool compress on his forehead. “Does your tummy still hurt?”

A.J. shakes his head “no”. “I hungwy, Mama.”

“Okay.” You gingerly rub his belly. “You wanna try some soup?”

He nods. “Chicky stars pwease.”

“Comin’ right up, little dude. Drink your water, okay?”

Leaving him in the living room, you enter the kitchen, only to hear your phone ringing. Seeing it was your husband, you hit “answer”. 

“Hey, Andy.” You greet him as you crack open a can of Campbell’s Chicken & Stars soup and pour it into a pot, along with some water, before turning on the burner. “What’s up, my love?”

“Nothing. About to go into a meeting. Just wanted to check on you and our little guy.” 

His concern for you both makes you smile.

“We’re fine, baby. A.J.’s fever broke and he said his tummy doesn’t hurt anymore, so we’re gonna try some soup. I’ve got it heating up now. You wanna talk to him?”

“Sure.” Your husband chuckles. Leaving the soup on the stove you head back to the living room. 

“A.J., someone wants to talk to you!” You tell him in a sing-song voice while dangling the phone in front of him. He quickly takes it out of your hand.

“Hello?” He asks, holding the phone to his ear.

“Hi, Junior! It’s daddy - how are you feeling, buddy?”

“Hi daddy! I is okay. Tummy better. No mo’ frow up.” 

“Well, that makes me super happy to hear. Daddy was worried about you, little man.”

A.J. coughs a few times. “No worry bout dah A.J. I stwong. Tough wike daddy.”

You can hear Andy’s laughter from your place beside your son on the couch. 

“You’re super tough, Junior. Ope - daddy’s gotta go, buddy. I love you.”

“Wuv too! Buh-bye.” Your baby ends the call before you can take the phone back. 

Oh well. You’d see your man tonight.

Jogging back into the kitchen, you turn off the soup and ladle some into a bowl so that it can cool. While that’s doing its thing, fish out A.J.’s favorite Paw Patrol spoon. And then you pour him a little apple juice into a sippy cup. 

Food in hand, along with some napkins, you return to where your sick little dude is resting. He sits up when he sees you, softly clapping his hands. “Fanks, Mama.”  

“No problem, baby. Let Mama grab a tray and then she’ll get you all set up.”

“An’ den snuggies?” 

“Yes, sweet boy. And then we can snuggle.”

Once you’ve got A.J. taken care of, you decide it’s time to make a little lunch for yourself. Perhaps a sandwich would –

*Ding*

The sound of the doorbell surprises you. Pivoting away from the kitchen, you turn and make your way to the front door. Assuming it was something from Amazon, you open the door with no real thought, only to step back in surprise when you get a look at the nervous woman standing on your front porch. 

Gretchen?

“Um, hello. I’m, uh, um - is this - is this Andrew Barber’s house? Someone told me it was but…”

“Uhh…” Is all you can muster as all thoughts of lunch fly out the window. Or in this case, the open door.

“I’m Gretchen Talbert, his mother-in-law. I mean his former mother-in-law. Sorry.” She tries again. 

You shake your head and clear your throat. “Yes, this is his house, I mean, our house. This is our house, together.” You respond, wincing at the defensiveness creeping into your tone. 

“Right. You must be his wife. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t -” Gretchen stammers.

“How about we start this over?” You offer her your hand, which she accepts. “Hi, I’m Andy’s wife, Y/N. How can I help you, Ms. Talbert?” You give her what you hope comes off as a friendly smile. 

“Please, call me Gretchen. And I was hoping to speak with Andrew about something. I know he sometimes works from his home office, or at least comes back for lunch, and I was hoping to catch him.”

“Well, he’s not here. And even if he was, I’m not sure if he’d want to see you.” You can tell your words hurt the woman, which wasn’t your intent. “I just mean, you two seeing each other might not be the best idea, is all.” 

According to Andy, the last time the two of them had been in the same room things had gotten pretty explosive. 

A tearful Gretchen nods her head. 

Not wanting to continue having this conversation on your front porch, and needing to keep an ear out for your sick child, you invite her inside so that you’re both standing in the foyer. “Hold on a sec.” You tell her. “I’ve got a little one home from school.” 

“A.J., baby, are you okay?” You call out. 

“Yeah, Mama. Soup’s yummy!” He shouts back. 

Satisfied that he was alright, you turn your attention back to the woman in front of you. 

“Look, I um, was just about to make lunch. Why don’t you come in and join me?”

“No, no. It’s okay. You don’t have to -” She starts, slowly backing away.

You run a hand through your curls. “I know what I don’t have to do, Gretchen. But I would also like to avoid all this potential soap opera crap. So at least let me get you something to drink. And maybe you can tell me why you need to talk to Andy…”

___

“Thank you.” the older woman murmurs as she sips on her glass of raspberry iced tea. 

“You’re welcome.” You respond as you finish prepping your roasted turkey sandwiches on ciabatta bread. “Mayo, mustard, or oil and red wine vinegar?”

“Oil and vinegar, please.”

“Excellent choice.” You say as you slather both sandwiches with the dressing before adding a dash of salt and pepper, as well as a pinch of garlic. You add some chips to your respective plates before joining your husband’s ex-mother-in-law at the kitchen table.

You and your husband’s ex-mother-in-law.

“Here you are.” The woman smiles and takes a bite. 

“Good?” You ask. After all, you’d roasted the turkey yourself.

“Very.”

You both eat in silence for a few moments, unsure of where to begin. Your mind briefly wanders to A.J. and then you remind yourself that you’d already checked on him, giving him more soup and apple juice. Your kiddo was fine. 

“I, um, I was surprised to see that you had a picture of Andy and Jacob in the entryway.”

You set down your sandwich and wipe your hands. 

“We actually have pictures of him all throughout the house. We, Andy and I, felt that it was important for our children to get to know their brother.” 

And that was the honest truth. Bianca had been incredibly curious about her late brother for the longest, and was always asking Andy to tell her stories about him. Over time, your other little ones had joined in and, after a long discussion between the two of you, you had decided that it was time to acknowledge Jacob. He deserved a presence in your home. And it was important that his half-siblings knew who he was. 

“Wow.” She clears her throat. “Thank you, Y/N, for not, uh, forgetting my boy.” You reach over and grab her hand. 

“Even if we wanted to, which we don’t, our babies wouldn’t let us. Your grandson, Jacob, is very much a part of this family, Gretchen. Whatever happened in the past deserves to be left firmly in the past. We all make mistakes. I know Jacob may or may not have made quite a few, but that doesn’t mean he’s not loved. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t deserve to be remembered.” 

The woman dabs her eyes with her napkin. “Thank you.” She whispers.

“Of course.” 

“I have to say that you’re, uh, different than I thought you’d be. I mean, I had heard through the grapevine that Andy had remarried some years back, but…”

“And what exactly did you expect me to be like? A bitch?”

A sheepish Gretchen has the sense to look embarrassed. “I suppose so, yes.”

“I mean, that’s not my typical M.O, but I suppose we all have our days.” 

“Right, of course.” She takes another bite of her food before washing it down with a sip of her drink. “May I ask just how many children you have?”

“Four. Although sometimes it feels like double that.” You tell her. “Three girls and a boy. Our oldest girl, Bianca, is eight, Katrina is five, and Rory and A.J. are both two. They’re twins by the way, in case you didn’t catch that.” You finish with a wink.

“Sounds like you’re a very busy woman.” 

“Most days. But it’s worth it.” You offer up a shrug and a smile.

“I miss being a grandmother,” Gretchen whispers, tears once again filling her eyes. This time, a few manage to spill over. “I miss holding my baby. Both of them.” 

“Gretchen…”

“I don’t know what happened. Maybe I should have paid better attention. Should’ve checked on Laurie and Jacob more when everything was going on. It was just…too much at times. It’s probably the reason your husband can’t seem to look at me and -”

“Gretchen, stop. Don’t take yourself down that road.” Your hand squeezes hers. “What is it you want from Andy? What are you looking for from him?”

You watch as the woman sobs softly into her napkin for another moment.

“I want Andy to come visit Jacob with me. His birthday is coming up and I want him to…” She clears her throat. “I want him to know that his father and grandmother came to see him. Together.”

You’re not sure why, but her request surprises you. Of all the things she could’ve wanted to ask your husband, you hadn’t been expecting that. 

Her request makes your heart hurt. As a wife. As a parent. As a mother. 

Just then, little A.J. toddles his cute self into the kitchen. 

“All dun’ wif’ dah soup, Mama. Yummy.” He hands you his bowl and spoon and then he turns to Gretchen. “Hi miss lady. I sick. Mama say buggies in dah tummy.” He pokes his belly for emphasis. 

“Well, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, sweetheart.” The older woman tells him through her watery smile. 

You pick him up and place him in your lap to check if he has a fever. Hmm…maybe a low grade one. You were going to have to end things with Gretchen soon. Plus, it was almost time for you to give your baby his cold medication. 

“Mama, wan’ snuggies.” A.J. whines as he burrows deeper into your chest. 

“I know bud. And I’m sorry. I was just talking to Jacob’s grandma for a minute.”

Your son looks between the two of you before settling his focus on the other woman at the table. 

“Like our Jacob?” A.J. asks, his eyes wide.

“Yes, our Jacob.” You tell him. “This is his grandmama.” He turns to give her a shy wave, which she readily returns. 

“Jacob mah bruver.” He tells her. “He in heaven now, but we still wuv ‘im.”

“I’m sure he loves you too, you sweet little boy.” She’s quick to assure him.

“Why don’t you tell Miss Gretchen your full name, A. J.? Go ahead.” Your baby puffs out his chest before responding. 

“I is Andrew Jacob Barber Jr.” 

“What a beautiful name. Thank you for sharing that with me.” She looks like she’s about to cry all over again. 

“Welcome! Fweinds call muh’ A.J.”

“Alright, bud. Back to the couch. Mama will be in shortly.” 

He scampers off and then moments later, you hear the sound of a door slam, followed by Andy’s voice as he checks on your son. 

Once again, you reach over and grab Gretchen’s hand.

This was going to be awkward no matter what, but as long as Andy’s temper didn’t come into play, you’d all make it through this. Hopefully.

You both wait as you hear footsteps approach the kitchen. 

“What the hell is this?” Your husband growls as he takes in the sight of the two of you sitting at the table, sharing a meal. “Why are you here, Gretchen? What are you doing in my home?”

“Our home, Andrew.” You mutter out the reminder.

“What?” He turns his glare on you.

“I said this is our home, and I invited her in. She would like to talk to you, and I think you should listen.”

Your husband stares you down, his captivating blue eyes are hard and unreadable.  

“We have nothing to talk about.”

“From one mother to another, I wholeheartedly disagree. Step outside and talk to -”

“My ex-mother-in-law?”

“No, you buttface. I want you to go outside and talk with a mother who is grieving. Deeply. Please.”

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m hungry and I’m tired and I’m not in the mood to hear about how much of a shit father this woman thinks I used to be.” He mumbles to nobody in particular.

“You’re hungry? Here.” You say as you hand him your plate. You’d only taken two bites of the damned sandwich and you could always make yourself another one. “Now, please. Walk Gretchen out and just listen to her.”

Andy accepts the plate with a nod before taking a bite. He takes a moment to wolf down the half you’d nibbled on before placing it back on the table. 

“I’ll be back for the rest, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Alright, Gretchen. Let’s talk.” ___

Nearly an hour later…

You’re snuggled up and dozing with a sleeping A.J. when Andy finally walks through the front door. 

“Hey…” You whisper when he walks right past you without a word. Untangling yourself from your son, you follow your husband into the kitchen where you see him enjoying the second half of your sandwich. 

You’d been so caught up in the drama that you’d forgotten to make yourself something else to eat. Trying to keep the mood casual, you walk over to the fridge and pull out all of the fixings to make another sandwich. 

“How’d things go?”

“Fine.” Andy grunts through a mouthful of food. 

“Just fine?” You ask as you place your turkey on the ciabatta before topping it with a piece of Muenster cheese. And then you go to slice your tomatoes and pickles. 

He sighs. “We’re going to visit Jacob in a couple weeks for his birthday. Actually, we’re uh, gonna try to visit him together more often.” He clears his throat. “So he knows that we’re thinking about him.”

Andy looks over at you, his beautiful eyes welling with tears. 

“He needs to know that his father thinks about him. All the time. And I need to tell him that myself.” 

You glide over to your man, wrapping your arms around his big body. 

“Yes, you do.” You wipe away a stray tear. “I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for talking to your ex. I’m sure it was painful, but you did it. And maybe one day we can all go with you to see Jacob.”

“Yeah?” He whispers against the top of your head. “You’d do that?”

“Of course we would.” You pull away from him and lovingly pat his chest. “Now finish eating and go cuddle with A.J., it’ll help. Plus, Mama’s gotta make herself another sandwich.”

Andy finishes his lunch, wipes his hands, and walks off to go snuggle with his baby boy. 

By the time you join them in the living room with your food, you find A.J. once again fast asleep atop your husband’s chest, both of them snoring softly.

Grabbing another blanket, you cover both of them up before kissing their foreheads. 

Sweet dreams, my loves.

END

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[missamyrisa2]

i just came to say i love your teases (especially your ftm-centered ones, they always melt me aaaa) <3

Eeeee thank youuuu sweet darling ~

And you knoowww I have everrr so many lovely taunting tickles for such a cute guy ~ you can tell me alll about how you love my teases while I tease you, how about that? Murmur it all out now, give me those giggly babbles while I sit behind you and play with your boy buttons ~ awww such a tough cookie, trying to stay all stoic and strong ~ I hear those little snickers, those little sniggles ~ are you ticklish here? Right on your nipplies? Maybe on your ribs tooo, how about your ribbies, are they ticklish? What, you don't like my sweet cooing in your ear? Mmmh yes, such tough ribs, you're a big meanie toughie huh, you don't have a silly squeaky giggle in there for your Amy do ya? What about these hip bones? These hip bones? Tickle tickle tickle ~ Awww my big strong guy, are you blushing? I think I need to pin ya down, oh yes I do. Mmmhmm ooh you wanna wrestle with me? I don't think you doooo ~ tickles are legal in this ring and oooh~! Looks like you're ticklish! What a world, what a delight~

Let's see what you're hiding down here anyway, mmhmm ~ don't fight me or I'll tickle those hips and sides more. Ooh yes, rubby thumbs on these sides.Mmmhm wearing down that resistance you tough cookie ~ I'm taking your bottoms as a punishment now. Now if you would just cooperate with me we'll get these pesky clothes off and toss those hereeee~ and mhmmm I'm taking those cute boxer shorts too. Nope you don't get to keep them cutie pie ~ Such a big grumpy meanie needs royal part tickles ~ sorrry that's the rules~! Nooow if you would juuust cooperate with me, we'll tickle that lower abdomen and get you helplessly wiggly and there we go, down down down they gooo and ahhh, look at that~ ooooh would you just look at that. Look at what we've got here. Mmmh Mmmmh Mh. Would you just see what's going on down here?? Tsk tsk tsk tsk. Naughty clitty volunteering for duty huh? Bad boooooy~ you're such a bad boy getting all aroused and worked up like that for your tickle mama ~ just from a little tickle tickle?

Ah ah ah, don't struggle ~ I'll keep liiiightly tapping this clitty for as loooong as I like and you'll just writhe there for me like the cute guy you are all wanting and desperate and tickle drunk ~ Let's see how hard and stiff and swollen and ~engorged~ and whimery wanty we can get ya ~ yeahh, my tough cookie? Go ahead ~ let it alll out now. Oh don't mind my feet, they're just gonna poke at your sides and ribs and armpits while I torment your clitty with this here feather. It's sooo adorable when guys get all worked up and hard like this, just from a tickle, just from a feather ~ uhh-ohhh uh ohhh~! what's gonna happen? Are you gonna gigglecum for mama? Yeahh? Noo? Yeahh? Maybee? Oooh don't worry darling I'm not going anywhere ~ and neither are youuu ~ my cute tough cookie we're gonna teeaseeee all these lovely giggledrops out of you and then I'm gonna snuggle my cute ticklish guy until you're nothing but a fluffy pile of melted ticklish madness~<33

[raggedannau]

Eddies big lift!!

SALLY:Well it’s a showstopper of an idea, Julie, I’ll give you that. But I just don’t believe it’s possible!

JULIE: No, it’s true! I swear, I swear!

POPPY: Ohhh, dear what’s happening my darlings is everything alright?

JULIE: Oh, hi, mama! I thought you said you were going to spend a quiet morning making costumes!

POPPY: [concern] How could anyone effectively do anything with you two talking so loudly at one another? I thought you two were fighting

SALLY: Our most clownarific marvelous Juliet here insists that the local porcelain mailman is enough of a powerhouse to lift every! Single! Neighbor! In the neighborhood!

POPPY: [With the tone of someone who’s heard this before] Oh, Julie, not this again…

JULIE: It’s true, it’s true! Popppyyy, you’ve seen it too!

POPPY: Now, Eddie is… Fairly capable what with carrying all his packages and such around, but--

JULIE: [Loudly Interrupting] So you agree!!

POPPY: I did not say-- Julie, we spoken of this Eddie is too fragile to be lifting our neighbors much less myself Barnaby or howdy

JULIE: [Triumphantly shouting] EDDIE! CAN! LIFT! A! HOOOUUUSSSEEE!!

POPPY: ohhh Julie

SALLY: Well, I simply can’t accept such a boast without proof.

JULIE: Oh, I can prove it! Look, here comes Eddie now! Watch this!

POPPY: What do you mean you can prove--

EDDIE: You got mai- oh dear

JULIE: [Overlapping him, running off in his direction] EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE, CATCH ME! QUICK! CATCH ME!

[Sound of packages hitting the ground and Eddie going “oof!” as he catches Julie.]

JULIE: TA-DAA!! See? See??

SALLY: díos mío!

POPPY: Julie Topsful! That is very dangerous

JULIE: oh come on-

POPPY: [in the deadpan of womanWho Is Sick of This Conversation] We’ve talked about this! He’s way to frail to be doing these stunts my dear

Eddie: wait- what?

SALLY: Although I love to see your shenanigans play out, Eddie is very fragile

EDDIE: what- hey! I’m perfectly capable of doing stuff on my own!

SALLY: fine! If your so capable then lift me come on [Snapping her fingers] Up, man! Up! Lift! Higher now-- with your knees-- all the way up-- there!!

EDDIE: [Overlapping with Sally’s directing] What, oh, uh-- yes ma’am!-- [Strained, lifting] oof-- here we go-- uhf-- alrighty-- hup! [A little “ta-da!!” jingle plays to signify Sally being fully lifted.]

SALLY: Hm. Passable, I suppose. But I’m still not convinced.

JULIE: POPPY NEXT! POPPY NEXT!!

EDDIE: [chipper, Man On The Job] All right then!

POPPY: Don’t you dare Eddie I don’t want you to crack!

EDDIE: [Tone exactly the same, backing off] wha oh come one I’m not helpless

JULIE: Oh, look! Wally, Franky [gasp] BARNABY AND HOWDY!!! THIS IS GREAT

Franky: What’s all the commotion about?

BARNABY: yeah we were in the middle of a joke contest

HOWDY: and I was winning!

WALLY: Hi, Julie. Hi, Sally. Hi, Poppy. Hi, Eddie. What are you--

JULIE: [interrupting Wally mid-greetings; he keeps going underneath her dialogue] EDDIE! LIFT WALLY INSTEAD!

EDDIE: Oh, okay! Up we go, little buddy- hup!

WALLY: Oh, I’m up here now.

SALLY: [Scoffs] That’s nothing! Wally weighs three apples soaking wet. Here, watch-- mailman, put him down.

EDDIE: Alrighty?

WALLY: I’m on the ground again.

SALLY: And hup!!

[Another “ta-da!!” to signify her lifting Wally.]

WALLY: Oh, and now I’m up again.

BARNABY: Life’s sure got its ups and downs, eh, pal? [less performer-y inflection] Uhh, but seriously, Jules, what’s this new game of yours?

JULIE: It’s not a game! I’m proving to Sally that Eddie can lift everyone in the neighborhood!

BARNABY: Ohhh, why didn’t you say so? Eddie, ya shoulda started with me. Seein’ as I’m such a tiny li’l pooch and all.

EDDIE: [voice wavering, seeing the writing on the wall here] Uhh BARNABY: I mean, it wouldn’t be much harder than liftin’ a couple envelopes, huh? Pickin’ up a li’l guy like me. It’s hardly even worth showin’ off at this point, when you’ve already managed guys so much bigger! But might as well just so you can say honestly you’ve managed the full collection, right?

FRANKY: woah! stop right there! Eddie is a porcelain doll he is much too fragile to be doing such things!

EDDIE: now wait a minute-

POPPY: he’s right my children Eddie is not like the rest of us

EDDIE: hey!

BARNABY: aaaah your right he is just glass ain’t he

HOWDY: yeaaah as entertaining as it might be we can’t have him breaking

EDDIE: [angry stomp] you know what…[grunt of effort] Hup-- all right-- little more--shoo--

[Big, forceful, weightlifter-style exhale as he gets Barnaby lifted; little “woah!” from Barnaby.]

JULIE: [overlapping others] YES!!

SALLY: [overlapping others, little applause] Oh!

FRANK: [overlapping others, accidentally being Genuinely Impressed a second] Oh my!

WALLY: [overlapping others] Oh, now Barnaby’s up there.

[One solid beat. Then, swoop! Before a big tumble Barnaby is swooped away by howdy while everyone else keeps Eddie steady]

BARNABY: Wow, uh-- I don’t even got a joke for this one. That was impressive, Ed. You all right?

EDDIE: [out of breath, audibly Not Just Fine also very upset] Oh, yep, j-just peachy, Barnaby. Thanks for askin’.

SALLY: Well I still say it’s only just passable but that was a big scare!anyhow [theatrical] Barnaby! Get over here! I’ll bet you I can lift you over my head!!

BARNABY: [in the tone of a man who wants to see how this plays out] Yeah, all right.

FRANK: [sternly] NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. I’m ending this right now! We almost got Eddie crushed!!

JULIE: Oooh, let’s go see if Eddie can lift Poppy and Howdy next! We can save Home for the big finish!!

SALLY: Not if I can lift them first!!

BARNABY: Well, I know what I’m doin’ with the rest of my day. C’mon, li’l buddy, let’s catch this show!

WALLY: Eddie’s going to lift up Home? That’s the most. We can go to Howdy’s together and Home can pick out his own trinket.

POPPY: children thats enough! That was incredibly dangerous we must all remember Eddie is porcelain hes fragile

Franky: he’s a bit helpless as well

EDDIE: [his expression looks sad] I’m not helpless…

[Long beat.]

FRANK: [Frank looks at him, rotating his head a bit as if to shake it.] your to fragile for these games Eddie

EDDIE: Wha? Huh?

FRANK: it’s true Mr.Dearest we can’t have you breaking truly

EDDIE: I’m not!- [he sighs defeated] whatever here’s your mail julie..[he hands Julie a box walking away]

#wh eddie #wh barnaby #wh howdy #wh sally #wh wally #wh julie #wh frank #wh poppy #wh au #wh raggedy Ann au

[cumxxslutt]

Roman Reigns x Reader HC .

*Drunk Reader addition*

Enjoy…🥴

•So Roman thought that playing a damn drinking game would be fun

•But it’s was fun , in your eyes

•Now he deeply regrets it

•Drunk Y/n , is something else to say the least

•And now he has a very crazy girl on his hands

•And Drunk Y/n goes a little like this

-

“Acknowledge Me” I said walking around Mines and Roman shared room with his titles on my shoulders , “Acknowledge Me” I repeated once more “Oh my god” I hear him mumbled “take them off your shoulders , and you Acknowledge Me” he said chuckling “uhh No , but you can acknowledge this pussy” l said holding my finger up at him and rolling my eyes , he looked at me with dark eyes then just picked me up and carried me to the bathroom

-

“NOO” I yelled as he tried to take me out the bath “you gotta get out” he said chuckling “so you don’t love me anymore” I said about to cry “I never said that , all I said is that you need to get out so you can go , eat something” he replied looking at me with a smile “mhm , same thing” I mumbled allowing him to pick me up

-

“What do you want to eat” He said looking through the deep freezer “I don’t want nothing out the deep freezer , you can go right ahead and make me a 5 star meal” I said side eyeing him “well okay then” he replied

Roman’s Pov:

-

‘She will never know’ I thought to myself mentally chuckling “Come here mama , your foods ready” I said calling Y/n , she came running in the kitchen “ouu , what is that” she said looking at the plate “it’s a bread stuffed food so it got like cheese and pepperoni and stuff like that” she grabbed the plate from my hands “is it 5 stars” she said looking at me skeptically “yep 5 stars” I said putting on my best serious face “okay , thanks pa” if only she knew what a hot pocket was when she is drunk

-

“I’M DONEE” I hear Y/n holler from the kitchen , I got up from the couch and seen her sitting in front of a empty plate , I take the plate from her and throw it in the trash , as I pick her up carrying her on my waist like a baby “come on let’s wash your hands baby” we make it to the sink I grab some soap for her , putting it on her hands and rubbing them together , and I turn the water on for her to wash her hands

-

After getting her stuff together I take her to our room where the liquor and shot glasses where still at , she hopped from my arms and onto the floor , “ouu , lemme get one” she said pointing at the shot glass , I thought about it for a second and smirked , picking up the shot glass and walking towards the bathroom in our room “where you going” she said looking at me up and down “we have the good liquor in here , wouldn’t you want that” I said looking back at her “oh , yeah well get me that then” she said laying her head against the bed

-

I smiled filling the shot glass with water , walking out the bathroom she popped up and ran towards me , “here you go” I said handing it to her , she smiled and took the ‘shot’ , “okay here” she said handing the glass back to me “I don’t need to be drinking cause I don’t wanna be drunk , ya know” I looked down at her “yeah I know” I said rubbing her head and picking her up , putting her bonnet and wrap on her head

-

“Goodnight , I love you” I said in her ear

“Night Night , ‘m love you too” she replied

Putting her face in my neck and falling asleep

-

Okay y’all I hope this was good , sorry for not posting a lot lately but request will be open soon . !

Hope you enjoyed it .

xoxo ~ cumxxslutt . 🎀

#roman reign x y/n #roman reigns fanfiction #the bloodline #the bloodline 🎀 #wwe fics #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #cumxxslutt.writes🎀 #🎀 .

[xiafeiislay]

The Daily Life of Earthrealm's Champion

First Meetings.

3/4.

"Good morning, Fengjian! You missed this face, didn't you?"

Dez had a reputation at Madam Bo's, she was a very strong drinker. She also got in brawls, a lot of brawls...

"Dez, over here!"

Raiden waved his hand, hoping to get his friend's attention.

"Ah! Hey there, lil' guy!"

Dez gave Raiden a little punch to his shoulder. She was a strong woman, at 5'11 her mere appearance scared multiple patrons at Madam Bo's, and enticed some others.

"Any new pretty girls, Raiden? Mama's been in need of some..."

Dez's eyes scanned the teahouse, looking for potential partners. She was a lesbian, after all.

"Come on, why so quiet?"

Dez raised an eyebrow, her scar was visible.

"Nothing, Dez. I didn't wanna rain on your parade."

Raiden said with a slight smile.

"Oh, bollocks! Mate, you're in love, aintcha?"

Dez had a smirk.

"Who's the lucky girl? Oh, and poor Mei. Over her so quickly?"

Dez raised an eyebrow again.

"What?! No, Dez."

Raiden blushed at the mention of being in love.

"Ahh, denial. Stage one!"

Dez placed her money on the table.

"This'll be yours if ya tell me, Rai-Rai."

Dez teased Raiden with the nickname she's been calling him when they were children.

"Dez... i hate that nickname."

Raiden tried to look away, the nickname embarassed him.

"What? People still call me Dessa, it's nothing to be ashamed of!"

Dez smiled.

"Who's the lucky girl, Raiden? Come on, i need to know."

Dez got even closer to the table.

"It's... a he, Dez. I'm not in love, just thinking about him."

Raiden said in a hushed tone.

"What?! A man?!"

Dez's ears perked up, and her voice raised.

"You're leaving the chance of children behind? Finally! Now all the women of Fengjian belong to me! Dez!"

Dez placed a leg on the table, acting triumphant.

"Pipe down, Dez..."

Raiden used his rice hat to cover his red cheeks.

"Come on, tell me! I'll buy you good ol' beer!"

Dez knew that Raiden liked beer, but he wasn't as hard of a drinker as she was.

"He's not here, Dez. I thought he'd be here..."

Raiden looked a bit disappointed.

"Describe him, dimwit. I've got great eyes!"

Dez smiled, her Australian accent strong with each sentence.

"Uhh... Black hair, really pretty red streak down the middle. He has a really revealing top, his chest shows through the lace."

Raiden described Zurath, and Dez stood up.

"Wait a minute."

Dez, while walking, stole a man's beer and took a swig.

Raiden was embarrassed for his friend, but he found her behaviour entertaining at least.

"Found 'im!"

Dez ran back upstairs to their booth.

"Cute lil' guy, go talk to him! He's alone!"

Dez dragged Raiden to the balcony, pointing to Zurath having lunch.

Raiden lowered her hand.

"Dez, it's not nice to point."

He said in a disapproving tone, before continuing:

"Besides, he just paid for my meal. We aren't together already!"

Dez raised an eyebrow.

"C'mon, ya drongo. You've got a look in your eyes that wants him! Last time I saw that, was with Mei! Whatever happened to the both of you?"

Dez smiled.

"...didn't work out."

Raiden sighed, before shaking his head.

"Not important, let's go have lunch."

He looked at Dez with a smile.

"Nope. You're having lunch with cute lil' fella down there, and I'm gonna drink like my lifr depended on it!"

Dez dragged Raiden down the stairs, bringing him next to Zurath's table.

"You, don't mess things up."

Dez sounded... motherly. But she quickly ran up to go to the bar.

Raiden froze. He eventually built up the courage to tap Zurath on the shoulder.

"Hi! It's Raiden, from last night."

Zurath swallowed his food before smiling at Raiden.

"Have you been stalking me?"

Zurath giggled.

"Just kidding! Have a seat."

Raiden took the seat in front of Zurath, he watched as Zurah as he ate.

"I just wanted to say hi..."

Raiden sounded nervous.

"Your friend pressured you into it, didn't she?"

Zurath tilted his head, giving Raiden a little chuckle.

"I... you saw that?"

Raiden's cheeks turned a nice shade of pink.

"More or less, it's hard not to when your friend's as loud as a boulder dropping from a cliff."

Zurath sipped his tea, looking at Raiden with interest.

"You're looking nervous, what's on your mind?"

Zurath blinked at Raiden, curious as to why he was so nervous.

"Ah... new friends makes me nervous."

Raiden sighed.

"I got you, no worries."

Zurath said with a slight smile. He could see Dez watching from the balcony.

"Your friend likes drinking, i assume?"

Zurath looked at Dez with 3 bottles of beer right next to her, 2 of them already empty.

#mk1 2023 #mk1 #raiden mk1 #raiden #oc x canon #mlm #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 15: Telling Mama The Secret

Luigi and Mario go to their parents' house for dinner. It's a usual family dinner, only Luigi is called by his mother to chat with her about something. Luigi begins to grow nervous as they head to the kitchen to do the dishes.

I wanted fluff, and very little angst the day I wrote this. And I refuse to change it! The boys deserves some love and acceptance, and I will stand by that till the day I die.

<3 I hope you enjoy!

Mario and Luigi were invited to their parents house for dinner that night, which was why they had to leave so soon from the Mushroom Kingdom’s Daycare. Mario and Luigi hopped into the green pipe to get back to Brooklyn. When they arrived there, Mario and Luigi hopped into their van and drove to the family’s house. 

Mario bit his lip as he continued to drive. “Uhh…Luigi?” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked at his brother. “Yeah?” 

Mario blushed a slight bit. “Can…can you please keep the ‘Princess Mario’ thing a secret from the family?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Of course!” He replied. “You thought I was going to tell them about all that?” Luigi asked. 

“Well no…” Mario muttered. “I knew you would keep that secret. But…” Mario scratched the back of his head. “Papa, Arthur and Tony will never let me live down the ‘princess’ thing if it was revealed.” Mario told him. 

Luigi smiled a bit. “Secret’s safe with me.” Luigi promised. 

Mario smiled and looked at Luigi with appreciation. “Thank you.” He said. “And I’ll return the favor.” Mario added. 

Luigi rolled his eyes as Mario parked the car. “You don’t need to. I’m fine with the Princess Luigi thing being revealed.” Luigi admitted. 

“Really?!” Mario asked, laughing a bit. “Well…Yeah. Knowing I made a little girl happy today…that’s worth every ounce of ridicule.” Luigi told him. 

Mario smiled. “It’s not just the little girl you cheered up…The whole room of tots seemed to love you.” Mario told him. 

“They loved you just as much, maybe even more than they loved me.” Luigi argued. “Super Mario.” Luigi teased as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door. 

“Evil Green Monster-turned-princess.” Mario teased back. 

Luigi laughed as he closed the door to the car and walked up to the house. “So…what happened to only weekdays?” Luigi asked. 

Mario chuckled. “Mama insisted that we come over today. I’m guessing that she misses us too much to last another day without seeing us.” Mario explained. 

Luigi giggled. “That’s Mama for ya.” Luigi joked. 

“Well, don’t tell her that.” Mario added with a chuckle as he knocked on the door. 

The door opened, revealing their Mama. “I miei figli!" She cheered, hugging her kids tightly. 

“Hi Mamma.” Mario and Luigi said at the same time. 

“Come in, come in!” She told them, closing the door. “Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes.” She told them. “Luigi, can you help me set the table?” She asked. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Of course!” Luigi replied. 

While Mario went to visit with his uncles, Luigi went to the kitchen to help his Mom out. He grabbed the plates, the napkins and the cutlery, before setting it up at the table. As he did this, his mamma was adding little decorations and setting up a bouquet of flowers. “Your Papa got these for me today.” She told him. 

Luigi smiled and admired the flowers. “They’re beautiful.” Luigi told her. 

She placed them in the filled vase when they were the right length. “It’s these little surprises your father does, that make me fall in love with him all over again.” She admitted, kissing her husband’s cheek as she walked up to the table with the vase of flowers. 

“Ti amo.” He told her, looking at her with loving eyes. 

“Io ti amo di più.” She replied, winking at him before picking up the soup bowls. She wrapped her arm around Luigi and leaned in. “After supper, I have a little something to discuss with you.” She whispered to Luigi before placing them beside the plates. 

Luigi tilted his head, before looking at his Papa. When Papa shrugged his shoulders too, Luigi decided to drop the question for now, and focus on getting the table ready. 

A few minutes later, the family all came together to eat dinner. “So how are you and that Peach girl doing?” Mamma asked Mario. 

“Ooooh! Isn’t that the blondie in the pink dress?” Tony asked, nudging Mario. 

“Are you two dating yet?” Arthur asked next. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “No, we’re not. Why do you keep asking about that?” Mario asked Arthur. 

“Because you mention her so often! Can you blame us for being a little curious?” Arthur explained. 

Mario huffed and struggled to hide the blush that was on his face. 

Luigi noticed this, and attempted to help the situation. “She’s doing well. We actually had her over for dinner yesterday.” Luigi added, taking a drink of water before continuing. “Would you believe Peach had never eaten pasta before?” Luigi added. 

“What?!” Tony dropped his jaw. “Never eaten PASTA?!” 

Arthur widened his eyes. “Wow…” He muttered. “So did you give her the traditional introduzione alla cucina italiana?” Arthur asked. 

Mario smiled. “We did our best.” he said. 

“Mario nailed it on the tomato sauce, like usual.” Luigi teased. 

“And Luigi killed it with the alfredo sauce!” Mario reacted. “Or ‘afredo’, as Peach called it.” Mario joked. 

Mamma laughed. “You made both sauces?” She reacted. 

Luigi chuckled. “Mario insisted…” he told them. “Apparently no pasta night can be without my alfredo sauce.” Luigi added. 

“And oh my gosh, Toad.” Mario laughed. “The poor man was this close to devouring everything in sight by the time we plated up.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi laughed. “He was quite funny.” Luigi admitted. “Seeing him eat pasta for the first time was like seeing a toddler eat cotton candy for the first time.” Luigi explained. 

Papa chuckled at that. “So I guess they liked it?” He asked. 

Mario smiled. “They both loved it, and said it was amazing.” Mario told him. “But that’s not even the craziest part about it.” Mario added. “So…Luigi has this weird thing where eating his food can create feelings of nostalgia.” Mario told him. 

Luigi scratched the back of his head. “Kinda…” Luigi muttered. 

“No! Not just kinda.” Mario argued. “He made bacon for me yesterday morning, and he made it exactly how Papa used to make it.” Mario said, pointing to his Papa. “And eating it…I felt like I flashed right back to those childhood memories of Saturday eggs and toast.” Mario told them. 

Arthur smiled. “I could use that occasionally.” He admitted. 

“Me too.” Tony mentioned. 

Mamma giggled. “Those years of watching Curious George, Handy Manny and Bob the Builder…” Mamma reminisced. 

“Don’t forget Clifford the Big Red Dog.” Papa added with a laugh. “Mario would take the batteries out of the remote to stop us from turning it off.” Papa added, chuckling. 

Tony, Arthur, and Mary laughed when they heard that. 

“Actually, I think I remember Mario doing that to me too.” Tony added. “And then when we got you into your PJ’s, I ended up finding the batteries in your little pockets.” Tony explained. “Dude kept them in there for hours!” Tony reacted with a laugh.

Mario chuckled. “Yeah…That was my strategy. Take out the remote batteries so the remote couldn’t turn off our favorite show.” Mario explained. “But it worked, didn’t it?” Mario added. 

Papa rolled his eyes. “It did…until I walked up to the TV and clicked the power button.” Papa added, laughing. 

Mario sighed. “The disappointment that filled my mind after the TV clicked off.” Mario admitted. 

Mamma smirked. “Followed by Luigi’s eagerness to feel the static that came off the TV screen.” Mamma added. 

Luigi giggled. “I never did find out why that happened.” Luigi admitted. 

“Anyway…” Mario continued. “Peach ate the tomato sauce, and felt fine. She loved it. But the moment she ate the alfredo sauce?” Mario paused for a moment. “She just…froze in shock.” Mario told them. 

Papa widened his eyes and looked at Luigi. “Froze in shock? Why?” He asked. 

Luigi put down his fork. “She had a subconscious memory.” Luigi explained. “Or, that’s what we could figure out based on what she told us.” Luigi looked at Mario. “Honestly…It scared me at first.” Luigi admitted, looking at the table. “Especially when she became very emotional.” Luigi added. 

Mario cleared his throat. “Thing is…the earliest memory she told me she has was when she arrived in the Mushroom Kingdom. But the moment she ate Luigi’s alfredo sauce…she started to remember the smallest bits of her life from before she moved to the mushroom kingdom.” Mario told them. 

Mamma softened her expression into sadness. “The poor dear…” She said with a voice of empathy. 

“...So she HAS had pasta before? Or she hasn’t?” Arthur asked. “You’re confusing us.” 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “She wouldn’t tell us the details. She only said ‘I remember’, before hugging Toad.” Mario told them. “Toad ended up helping her, but…” Mario let out a breath. “I can’t even imagine being so in-the-dark about your past…and truth be told, I didn’t really know how to navigate such a difficult topic.” Mario explained. 

“It sounded like it was a lot for her to take in at once.” Arthur admitted. 

Luigi nodded his head. “But…Thanks to a slightly inappropriate joke Mario made, things seemed to lighten up from there.” Luigi added. “And by inappropriate, I mean ‘really bad timing’.” Luigi added. 

Mario chuckled. “But it made Peach laugh, didn’t it?” Mario reminded him. 

Luigi tsked with a smile. “You’re lucky that’s all it did.” Luigi added. 

Mario smiled and went back to eating. After supper, Mario and the others were encouraged to go start up a board game, or watch TV together. And like earlier, Luigi was called to the kitchen to help his Mamma. This was where Luigi knew their little discussion was going to occur. Though he was slightly nervous about it taking place in a somewhat open area, he trusted his Mamma enough to take the lead in this sort of thing. 

Luigi was washing the dishes, while Mamma was drying them. “So…” Mamma started. 

Luigi looked at his Mamma. “You wanted to talk about something?” Luigi asked, working at a plate in the sink. 

She smiled and cleaned the inner part of the saucepan. “Mario told me a little something about you.” She said. 

Luigi tilted his head. When? When could he have told her anything? Something in his gut told him it had to do with his secret, but…there was no way. So…he asked straight up. “What was it?” Luigi asked. 

She smiled and started to dry the back of the pan. “You like physical affection.” She said somewhat bluntly. 

Luigi widened his eyes. “Uhhh…” He could feel a small blush coming on. “W-Well…Yeah. But who doesn’t?” Luigi attempted to downplay it. 

“Mario.” Mamma replied. “He’s not a fan of much touch.” She told him. 

Luigi nodded. “Well…that I know.” Luigi admitted. 

“Which is why it’s rather unfortunate…that you would tell your brother before you would tell me about it.” She added. 

Luigi froze. Wait, what?! Was…was she mad? He quickly tried to explain himself. “No no no, that’s not really how it went.” Luigi explained. “He took my phone while I was reading, and found out the truth by reading it out loud.” Luigi explained further. “I…actually did all I could to hide the secret…without looking too suspicious.” Luigi admitted. 

Mamma looked at Luigi with a sad smile. “I figured Mario was fibbing a bit on text.” She admitted, putting the saucepan into the drawer and closing it. “But…how did he find out about…” She pointed to the spot behind her own ear, for clarification. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Yeah…that was accidental too.” Luigi admitted. 

She smiled. “Well…Was he…kind about it?” She asked. 

Luigi hummed, unsure how to react. “Uhhhhhhh…” He bit his lip. “Yes, and no. For both.” He said. “Yes, he handled it quite well…He even told me ‘if you need love, cuddles, tickles, any physical affection, then let me know’.” Luigi told her. 

She smiled brightly upon hearing that. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.” She reacted. 

“But…that came after a couple days of teasing me about it…” Luigi added with a chuckle, putting the next plate onto the drying rack.

“Well…I knew that would happen.” She added. “But…” She walked up to Luigi and very gently scratched behind his ear. 

This made Luigi snort and cover his mouth with his wet hand, shaking his head as he curled away from the fingers. “EEEheheheee! Mahahammaaa!” Luigi giggled, waving his hand at her in self-defense. 

“When were you going to tell me that you like physical affection?” She asked with a hint of playfulness in her voice. 

Luigi smiled and blushed a bit more. “Honestly…I wanted to tell you while we were setting the table. But…Dad was there.” Luigi admitted. 

She chuckled. “True…” She muttered. 

“And…You brought it up before I could even tell you myself.” Luigi added. 

“Oooh, okay. Go ahead then.” She said, picking up the plate that Luigi had just washed. 

Luigi widened his eyes and looked down, quickly growing embarrassed. “You…want me to-” “What is it you wanted to tell me?” She asked innocently. 

Luigi blinked at her, before looking down at the water. “M-Maaa, I-” Luigi struggled to talk. 

“Just spit it out. No holding back.” She said, grabbing his shoulder and squeezing it. 

Luigi let out a long sigh, before working up the courage. “I like physical affection.” Luigi told her. 

She smiled brightly. “...And?” She made him continue. 

Luigi chuckled as he pulled his hands out of the water and dried off his hands. “And I don’t mind when you give me affection.” Luigi admitted with a growing blush. 

“Aaaaaand?” She brought Luigi into a tight hug. 

Luigi hugged his mother back, and physically relaxed in her arms. He no longer wanted to talk. He just wanted to stay silent like this forever…

“There’s one more thing…” She said, breaking the silence as she poked his side. 

Luigi snorted and hid his face in his Mama’s shoulder. Noooo! Does he have to?! He could feel the flustered embarrassment taking over every fraction of his being. He felt like melting into a puddle and slithering away, never having to deal with the stresses of confessions ever again. 

But…that’s not how physics works. So…He finally let it out. 

“And tickles are my f-favorite…” Luigi finally admitted to her. 

She closed her eyes and held him for a little longer, making sure he got the affection he so desperately needed. And she couldn’t have been more right. Luigi felt instant relief, mixed with strong, pleasant euphoria. The hugs were helping him tremendously with coping with the embarrassment. But more importantly…It seemed like his mother was able to sense his need for affection without a word being uttered between them. It was something that Luigi didn’t really have with his brother. Mario knew generally what Luigi was always feeling at every moment…but struggled with guessing or understanding what Luigi might be thinking. 

“Thank you for telling me.” She told him, rubbing his back gently. 

Luigi closed his eyes and felt the soft brushes of her fingers and palms against his back. He couldn’t describe how it felt to feel such strong love and affection from someone that loved him so much. It was at this moment that Luigi finally decided…that this was worth every second of embarrassment leading up to the confession. Worth every laugh, every howl, every stare, and every dirty look that may occur in the future. With at least 3 people on his side…he knew that he was going to be okay. 

“Now, why don’t we get these dishes done? Then we can continue on with life and join the others in the living room.” She told him. 

Luigi smiled and let go of his Mamma. “Okay.” Luigi replied, before letting go and walking back to the sink of soapy water. 

After Luigi and Mama Mario had finished the dishes, they joined the others in the living room, who were reacting to bad show dialogue that was playing on the TV. Or, that was what Mario, Tony, Grandpa and Papa were doing. Mary and Arthur were cuddling on the couch, watching the show while their little daughter was reading something on the phone. 

Luigi sat down on the couch, while Mamma sat down beside Papa. “Ugh…This show again?” She reacted. “I trusted you would find something we would all enjoy.” She reacted. 

“What makes you think we’re enjoying this?” Papa asked. 

“The writing is garbage.” Mario added. 

She smiled and shook her head. “Then change the channel.” She told them. 

“Nah.” Mario and Papa both said at the same time. 

She laughed and just let the boys all react to the bad TV show for a while longer. Meanwhile, Luigi had pulled out his phone and took a small look at the notifications. It looked like a few people had reblogged and uploaded new posts. One of them was a list of headcanons for a fandom he wasn’t a part of. Another was a Tickle Questions Ask post for people to reblog so people send them asks for them to answer. Luigi ended up reblogging this specific post, and decided to wait till tomorrow morning to check for any questions. 

Another post that showed up on his Following page, was an image of tickle profile statistics like name, age, tickle community label, favorite spots, etc. Luigi has always seen these floating around, but…he had never filled one out himself. He didn't even know how to access a blank one to fill out. So…he made a note to himself to look it up tomorrow. For now though…Luigi closed his phone and focused on spending time with his family. 

#ticklefic #ler!mama #lee!luigi #love #affection #family love #family bonding #cute #luigi deserves love dammit #luigi's secret

[wind-labs-official]

Dusk: Ahh hello hello Welcome to the official Rotomblr of Wind Labs! Which is my pokemon research lab in Artazon of Paldea! I am Dusk Ash Wind and this blog is being run by my assistant Cosmia and I. Here at Wind Labs we research the pokemon native to various regions but mostly here in Paldea. On occasion my younger brother Chronos, Cosmia, and I will go off on field research in other regions but mostly we stay here on home base in Paldea. Also feel free to send us asks inquiring about our residents (there will be a list of them at the end)

Here's me:

And now to introduce you to Cosmia...

Cosmia: Hello Folks I'm Cosmia Axis (17yo) Professor Wind's assistant... I uhh kinda just woke up in Paldea and Dusk found me and took me in. I think they refer to that as a Faller? Or something like that? I dont remember where I'm from but I'm a sort of Space Demon or something idk. Anyways I help Dusk research pokemon it helps that I can understand them and I'm just trying to learn as much as I can about them because I hadn't seen anything like pokemon before I came to this world. They are really cool though

Here's a picture of me for ya!

Dusk: The lab Residents!!!!!!!

Astrid my gardevoir she/her. I've had her since she was a ralts she also was my starter. Twilight borrows her from time to time to go to Unova to visit her boyfriend

Gloom the poochyena (she/her) troublesome but very much a sweetie got abandoned by her mama. found in Kitakami.

Orion and Artemis a Solrock and Lunatone respectively: prefer he/him and she/her Pronouns respectively. Found in Alola

Sherlock and Watson: a bonded pair of yampers, both he/him, siblings. found in Galar

Glow and Shimmer Fineon and Lumineon respectively both she/her, mother daughter pair. Found in Sinnoh

Gabby Cosmog she/her given to us to keep her safe. Originated in Alola(?)

Ross dachsbun getting on in years very spoiled he/him. Given to us by a Paldean Shelter. Still acts like a puppy very clumsy.

Lillian fidough constantly bothers Ross she/her. Recently hatched from an egg someone didn't want and gave to us.

And of course my brother and Cousins' pokemon who I am not going to list here.

//OOC below the cut

Mod Luna: Heyo guys @lunaphoenix221 back at it again with a new blog this time for Twilight's cousin Dusk and her Lab assistant Cosmia I made them to have fun and talk about the Lab's resident pokemon remember i am an adult and there may be adult themes (for dusk) and swearing but remember Cosmia is 17 and I want this to be a welcome place for everyone in the community I do not do NSFW on my blogs

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[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (2)

Satoru is having a hell of a night...er, morning now. He stifles a yawn as he unlocks the door to his apartment. Sliding off his shoes, he walks into the living room and halts.

Kagome is fast asleep on the couch with Koushi next to her in the bassinet. The yellow bookbag clashes with the color scheme, but it was the only bag Kagome had at home since she left the baby bag at her friend's apartment. Satoru runs his tongue along his teeth and swallows.

He has a kid.

Why is that just now sinking in?

Satoru shrugs off his jacket and slides off his blindfold. He hangs them up in the closet and then walks over to where Kagome is sleeping. He reaches for her and then pauses. What is he doing? His mind is jumbled from everything that went down, and there's still so much they need to clean up after.

Kagome stirs and opens her eyes. She blinks and then sits up quickly. "Oh, thank Kami." She places a hand over her heart as she peers down at Koushi.

"Are you too tired to talk?" He asks, sinking down into a squat next to her.

Kagome yawns, covering her mouth with her hand. "I am tired, but Koushi will be waking up soon. He's been cluster feeding."

She may as well be talking another language because he has no idea what the hell cluster feeding is, but he understands that Koushi will be waking up, so if they want to talk now, they can.

"What do you need right now?"

"Umm." Kagome fidgets. "I don't need anything from you, but I would like for Koushi to know his father."

"That's a given. No, I meant do you need food? Do you need me to watch him so you can take a bath?"

"Oh... maybe some snacks and something to watch in the background." She wrangles her hands. "I would like a bath, but I didn't pack—"

"I have clothes." He stands and reaches for her hand. "Come on." He leads her down the hall to the bathroom. "I'll bring you some clothes to change into. How much formula do I give him if he wakes up?"

Does the formula can have instructions on it?

Kagome sits down on the ledge of the bath and turns it on. "I won't be in that long. When he wakes, he'll need a diaper change and then I'll feed him."

"I can make a bottle." Satoru stuffs his hands in his pockets. Why is she being so difficult on this? He wants to help.

"Koushi is breastfed."

"Oh." He bites his lip. "That's uhh..."

Fuck. He's been doing his best not to look at her tits, but he swears they are like twice as big as the last time he saw her.

Satoru coughs and turns his head. "That's wonderful," he says. "I'll just leave the clothes by the door." He backs out and thank fuck for infinity because he almost busted his damn nose on the wall.

Operation: Don't think about his baby mama ain't going so well.

Satoru heads to his room and grabs an oversized button-down shirt for her to wear since she's breastfeeding and then she'll need to unbutton the tops... Damn it.

He's stronger than this. Satoru gives himself a mental shake and places the shirt by the bathroom door.

There's a wail and then the crying stops. Satoru sucks in a breath. Is Koushi... He blinks at the sight of his son floating in the air.

"Is this a normal thing for you?" Satoru asks, reaching for Koushi. How does one hold a baby? He played it cool in front of Kagome, but he doesn't know the first thing about babies other than they poop and eat a lot. He sniffs and retches. "Oh, da-dang bud, you stink." Satoru grits his teeth.

Why does Koushi smell so bad? What the hell? His poop alone could kill a curse.

"Okay, so your diapers are in here and there are the wipes." Satoru holds Koushi with one arm. "Tell ya what, bud. Don't need a paternity test on you, that's for sure."

Koushi babbles and grips his shirt. He tugs and Satoru rears back. The hell? What kind of hulk strength is this?

Okay.

Teleportation aside.

His kid might not be normal. Not even by sorcerer standards. The Gojo elders are going to shit themselves when he tells them about Koushi. Satoru smirks as he lies Koushi down on the mat.

"You know, Koushi. You ain't too-"

His lips twitch. Koushi peed on him. Right on the nose. Satoru reaches over and grabs several baby wipes and cleans his face.

He just got peed on.

"You traitor," he cries, "You can't pee on me. I'm your dad."

Koushi slobbers over his fist, not at all bothered by this injustice. It's fine. He isn't quite sure how that got past infinity, but that's a problem for another day or later today. Fuck, his brain is just done. But he's not going to sleep until he and Kagome have a chat. She needs to know he isn't mad about Koushi.

And he isn't resentful.

If anything, he's more concerned about their well-being and their security. That thing that was inside of Suguru was right about one thing. The birth of a second six eyes user and limitless will set the jujutsu world on fire. No one would be dumb enough to go after his son, but Kagome could be a target.

She did take out that special grade, though, and she destroyed one of Sukuna's fingers. What the hell was that energy? If he had sensed it that night, he would have... he wouldn't have slept with her. No, he probably would have tried to recruit her and then maybe slept with her. Satoru shakes his head as he picks Koushi up and tosses the dirty diaper in the trash.

"Hey, Satoru? Do you not have pants?" Kagome walks into the living room and his mouth waters. Every inch of her is just... a second round wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Satoru?" Kagome calls his name as she takes Koushi back.

"Uh... yeah? I thought you didn't like pants. You said that once, that night," he rambles. Can they revisit that night?

"I don't want to sleep on your couch without any panties on." She smiles down at Koushi as she rocks him.

"Who said anything about sleeping on the couch? The bed is far more comfortable. But uh, I need to shower real quick. He kinda peed on me."

"Oh. Sorry, I forgot to tell you to change him sideways, because he does that. It's a boy thing." Kagome looks up at him. "No pants?"

"I don't mind you not wearing panties," he quips, shrugging. Wait. "Are you single?"

Kagome blinks. "Yes? What does that have to do with pants?" She huffs. "Last time I had no underwear on around you, I got pregnant."

"Koushi might want a sibling," he jokes, throwing his hands up. "Alright. Alright. I got some sweats you can wear." He backs away and winks at her. He doesn't want another kid. Truth be told, he didn't want a kid period, but Koushi is here, and it is what it is. Even if he could go back in time, he wouldn't change a thing.

No, he'd still go out to that bar and chat with Kagome. He turns on the shower and undresses. Yeah, he regrets a lot of things, but he doesn't regret meeting Kagome.

He doesn't regret his son.

But.

He regrets not being there for Suguru. For not seeing the signs that Suguru was drowning while he was too caught up in getting stronger. Too caught up in training his infinity to where he could run it automatically. Satoru clenches his fist. He never wants to be caught off guard again like he was with Toji.

But, Kagome and Koushi? No, he doesn't regret them. It would have been nice to be there for her when she was pregnant. Was the pregnancy hard? How confused was she when Koushi was born, and he was clearly different from other babies? He wishes he could have been there.

Satoru quickly washes and turns off the shower. He towels off and wraps the towel around his waist.

"Um... I was going to ask where the snacks are," Kagome says, cradling Koushi, who nuzzles against her chest.

Satoru swallows. "In the top cabinet. I can get it for you. Just...you wanted pants." He rubs his temple. "This way." He slides past and blows out a breath. The hell is wrong with him? He's been rearing to go since he saw her back at the station.

It was one night, and he's been dreaming of her ever since.

Satoru pulls out a pair of black sweats and holds it out to Kagome. She thanks him and then flushes when he drops the towel. Satoru pulls out a pair of sweats for himself and slides them on.

"What?"

"You just... dropped your towel." Kagome bounces Koushi.

"Nothing you haven't already seen. Unless it bothers you." His brows pinch together. He doesn't want her to be uncomfortable around him.

Kagome opens her mouth and then closes it. She hands Koushi over to him and then slides the dark sweats on. A shame. Now he can't see her legs.

"We should discuss boundaries, too." She takes Koushi back, who fists her shirt and nuzzles against her. "He's hungry," she says.

"Right. You wanted snacks." Satoru places his hand on her back and nudges them out of the bedroom and back to the living room. "Get comfortable. I'll bring you something to drink and snacks." He exhales once he reaches the kitchen. His fingers grip the counter. Boundaries? What kind of boundaries? Like she only wants him to see Koushi on certain days? He grabs a bunch of snacks from the cabinet, not at all sure if she even likes these sweets or chips, but it's all he has.

Satoru walks out of the kitchen, snacks in hand, and a bottle of water for her. He swallows.

"I got snacks."

"Thanks," Kagome murmurs, not looking up from feeding Koushi. "He'll be eating on and off for the next couple of hours." She yawns, her feet tucked under her.

He feels like a perv.

Her areolas are bigger. Darker. And who the fuck is he kidding? If she said let's go again right now, he'd drop his pants. Strongest he may be, but at the end of it all, he's still just a man... And the way she took out that special grade was fucking hot. He gives himself another mental shake.

Focus. He needs to focus.

Satoru sits down next to her on the couch and places the snacks on the coffee table. He moves the bassinet over to the side. "You should take the bed. I can sleep on the couch if you're uncomfortable with me in the bed with you."

"I'm not uncomfortable," Kagome says. "I just don't want you thinking you have to be in a relationship with me or something because we have a kid. I'm not pushing you for a relationship. Or Kami forbid, a proposal. Or your money. What's important is that Koushi knows who his dad is, and I would love for you to focus on him."

Satoru blinks. "Alright. Here's the thing." He reaches over and opens the bag of chips for her. "My last name is Gojo." He pauses. Okay. No recognition. So, she can see curses, but that's about it? "I'm part of a clan."

"Clan?" She wrinkles her nose before eating a chip.

"Yep," he pops the p. "I'm from a clan of sorcerers. Jujutsu sorcerers. A sorcerer is someone that can use cursed energy, and sorcerers use that ability to keep the general public safe from curses or curse users."

Kagome nods her head. "Curses. Is that what that Volcano thing was? And the patched face?"

"Yes, they were special grades. But we can get into that later. The biggest issue is I'm from a clan. I'm the clan leader of the Gojo clan because I have the six eyes."

Kagome squints. "You have two eyes."

He chuckles. "No, I don't literally have six eyes. It's a curse technique. Koushi has it too. The six eyes and limitless are prized cursed techniques for the Gojo clan. There are other clans that have their own prized family techniques. The problem here is that only one six eyes user can exist at one time, but I'm still alive and Koushi is very much alive."

"So, what are you trying to say, Satoru?"

"I'm saying that you and Koushi are extremely lucky that no one went after you. I don't want anything to happen to you." He reaches over and brushes her hair. "I'm the strongest. I will protect you and Koushi."

Kagome pulls away and unlatches Koushi, who fusses for a moment and then settles down. "I tried to find you, but we never exchanged information." She re-buttons the shirt.

He stares at the top of her head. There should be a manual or a guide for this kind of situation.

"You don't have to apologize. I was in and out of the country... and the end of last year was a doozy." A doozy is an understatement. He killed Suguru last year, and he had to kill him again tonight. "And I'm not blaming you. Guess the condom failed."

"And my implant," she says with a huff. "So, this clan..."

"We need to tell them." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I don't like it, but it would offer more protection when I'm not here. There's only three special grade sorcerers and only two of us are working, so I'm stretched thin with missions." Not to mention the sheer number of curses that are going to emerge just from tonight alone.

He has a headache thinking about it. And that cursed painting is still out there.

"You think your clan would protect me?"

"That's the beauty of being clan leader. They don't have a choice."

"I'm not a part of a clan. Obviously, you saw the shrine." She wets her lips. "Clan leader or not, why would they protect me?"

Satoru leans forward and props his chin up on his palm. "I'll just tell them you're mine."

"Yours?" Her eyebrows shoot up. "I'm not asking you for a relationship."

"I'm not asking you either."

She narrows her eyes. He shivers. She's so fucking hot.

"Right now, our focus is on Koushi. I'm only claiming you for your protection." He stands and stretches his arms. "You wanna go to bed?"

Kagome sighs. "Koushi seems more at ease now that you're here." She accepts his outstretched hand. "And don't take this the wrong way... I am extremely attracted to you, but I'm not sleeping with you again." She shifts Koushi in her arms. "Your sperm got through the condom, and it got past my implant. I don't know what kind of superhuman sperm you have, but I am not trying to get pregnant anytime soon."

Satoru swallows. "So... what you're saying is you just want to space the ages out?"

Kagome gives him a flat stare.

He laughs. It was worth a shot. "Come on, let's try to get some rest. We can go back to the shrine in the morning to get some more of your things."

"I never said I was moving in with you." She worries her bottom lip. "What about a trial run instead? We stay with you some nights out of the week and go from there?"

He doesn't like it. He'd much rather her be somewhere he has more control, but they are practically strangers, and he still doesn't know what that energy she used was. It wasn't cursed energy, that's for sure. Satoru glances at Koushi. Whatever energy Kagome has, Koushi has it too.

"Sure. We can take it slow."

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A/N: I surprised myself lol. Satoru is down bad. The Gojo clan is about to lose their minds. Next update will be How To Tame and then probably Thousand Days. Wish I could takes a bit longer to draft since the chapters are longer.

Hope you are having an amazing weekend. Take it easy! Refill your well. And try to do at least one thing that makes you happy today.

Side note, I need Satoru to come back in the main story because I have all these side stories I can't publish until he comes back.

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha

[amingethia]

Leo: You're not gonna shot donnie, are ya?

Giovanni: Yeah, in the face, why?

Wait I loved that fucking movie.

Miwa: You’re supposed to be on some spiritual shit.

Big Mama: Namaste

Miwa: And YOU’RE supposed to be dead!

Splinter: Uhh… I got better?

[memethebum]

Got a little snippet of a witch!Maka AU for @soulxmakaweek Day 5: Vulnerability

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“This is Selwyn, my youngest son,” Aneirin Evans stated, causing Maka to narrow her eyes at the way he’d uttered the last word.

She had a handful of good and bad memories about her papa, but they all seemed to leave an uneasy feeling within her chest once recalling the fallout he had with her mama and the final days they’d spent together as a family.

“I assume that you’ve agreed to our terms then,” Mosquito spoke from beside her, probing the witch into focusing her attention upon the slim man in front of her as he kept his bloodshot eyes leveled towards the floor.

“Yes, and I anticipate you properly dealing with our competitors in exchange for him,” Aneirin Evans then hummed before Wesley Evans unceremoniously turned on his heel and slammed the door on his way out of the room.

It was at that moment that Selwyn Evans finally looked up, allowing Maka to notice the emotionless facade he seemed to have been holding throughout the whole exchange.

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They practically bartered him away like property and still felt as if putting him in a lower position would’ve looked bad for their family pride?? Maka thought while gaping at Selwyn Evan’s still figure in front of the wide dais she was seated on.

The witch had found it a bit comforting that they’d decided to put him in a pinstripe suit and dress pants rather than the plain black robe and obstructing mask which were customary for the lower members of Arachnophobia.

However, she wasn’t sure if that sense of ease would even last since he’d technically been assigned the role of being her sentient meat shield until they could find a way to effectively utilize his abilities as a scythe.

“Um Selwyn, do you mind handing me that book,” Maka called to the man, who seemed to flinch at how her voice reverberated through the empty room.

He then looked back to see Maka pointing towards a large memoir sitting outside of her book fort before walking over and grabbing it for her.

“Will…that be all Lady Bushida?” he questioned, causing the witch to let out a small breath.

“You can call me Maka. Lady Bushida sounds way too old-fashioned in my opinion,” she clarified.

As if everything else in this castle isn’t old-fashioned Maka thought as Selwyn lowered his head into a bow.

“Right, I’ll remember that La-uhh Maka,” he murmured.

“Hmm, thank you Selwyn,” the witch hummed while watching his face slightly morph into a grimace.

“What’s wrong?” Maka probed, forcing the man to meet her eyes in a stunned frenzy.

“It’s just…Selwyn sounds really old-fashioned to me,” he whispered, almost as if he was afraid of being blighted from existence for uttering something like that out loud.

“Ohh, so do you go by anything else then?” Maka asked before watching him clumsily rub his palm across the back of his neck.

“You can call me…Soul,” he offered.

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“Ya’ sure do read a lot,” Soul chuckled, causing Maka to ignore her book in favor of meeting the man’s gaze.

They’d been able to become more acquainted after his first day in the castle, which elicited Maka into being comfortable enough for him to sit on the dais with her.

“Well…there’s not much to do other than that,” she countered, earning a hum out of Soul.

“I would’ve expected you to at least…ya’ know go out once in a while but-“

“The Bushida family has always served as a placeholder until the resurrection of Lady Arachne. That’s why I’m in this room everyday,” the witch countered over Soul and then cringing at how strained her voice had become.

“Right…sorry,” the man murmured before a thick silence began to wash over the empty room once more.

Ugh, why do I let these feelings dictate me so much Maka thought while looking down at her vintage copy of The Memoirs of Frederic Chopin and running an idea through her mind.

“What kind of songs are the Backstreet Boys releasing these days?” the witch asked Soul, only to raise her eyebrows when his head zipped backwards to look at her.

“…What?” he questioned.

“Y’know, the boy band,” she added as Soul broke into a fit of laughter.

“Ahh, sorry I just…,” the man exclaimed while watching Maka’s face morph into a pout.

“That just really caught me off guard. They, ehm, fell off a long while ago,” Soul stated as the witch began to scoot closer towards him.

“WHAT NO WAY!” Maka shouted before realizing how long fifteen years in isolation truly were.

“Hmm, a lot of musicians lose popularity after a while though, so it’s not really all that weird. My brother worries about that kinda stuff all the time,” the man elaborated while Maka felt his body tense up beside her.

“I’m sorry Soul, I shouldn’t have brought that topic up-“

“Oh nah, it’s ok. You didn’t know,” he added while moving his hand closer towards her own, causing the witch’s heart to slightly flutter at the way their fingers were pressing against one another.

“Sure I got sold off, but at least I got something good outta’ it,” the man added as Maka looked up to meet his crimson eyes.

“What?” Maka questioned while beginning to slowly tap her thumb on his forefinger.

“Havin’ someone not shut me out for once,” Soul finished before muffling his hand within her own.

#was gonna be a canon divergent fic but I combined two ideas and ended up with this lol #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #meme attempts to write

[sansofficial]

[ The voice stops. Someone inhales sharply. ]

"Why, it IS you! Howsit going, ey?"

"Ah... I presume you work here."

"Sure hope so, hon. I own the place."

"Then... Do you... know this human?"

"Well, they ain't family if that's what you're asking, but I think even I can recognize the little rascal that set our asses free. Plus, I've seen 'em around the store before. Where's your mama, pipsqueak?"

"..."

"Eh? Hold on, hold on, I've got it... she's "working", right? HA! Knew I still had it. Why the silent treatment, ey. Humans got your tongue?"

"...tori's busy. school gets pretty crazy with winter break coming up. so, uh, we're buying groceries instead."

"...Well I'll be damned, there's more of you. Say, you've got anything to do with that other skeleton around here? Prancer type, with the goofy outfit."

"yeah, uhh, that would be my brother. about this tall, but double it. he has the word "ambassador" embroidered on his cape. and his suit. and, uh, his pants, his hat... why? has he been getting into trouble?"

"He came to the store the other day. Spent a good half hour waltzing about collecting all the shopping carts and putting them back. Bought a single tomato, then left. Bit of an odd ball, ain't he?"

"hey, just making a good impression."

"Well, if this ambassador stuff doesn't work out, tell him to give me a call. I've got just the gig for him! HA!!"

"The ambassador... then you can vouch for your friend here."

"Sorry, hon, no vouchers here. Either you buy it now, or you buy it never! Honestly though..."

[ There's a brief moment of silence. ]

"If you're the ambassador's brother, you must be that Sans guy I heard about."

"huh? wow. i didn't know i had a reputation."

"Customer service, hon. You hear everything. Whether ya like it or not!"

"heheh, tell me about it."

"Then I suppose everything is alright. I apologize for the intrusion. Ebott has... an unfortunate reputation with missing children. I think you will agree it is better to be safe, than sorry."

"i'm sure you do."

"I won't keep you any longer. Good afternoon."

"Good day."

[ There's a sound of footsteps growing fainter and fainter. The boots squeak again on the filed floor. ]

"...And good riddance, too. Jackass."

#had to completely rewrite the scene because i had a sudden idea for the shopkeeper. but i think I've got it perfectly now.hehehe #utdrp #as sans #core utdrp #friskposting

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiya, Mousy! How are ya? 😁✨✨ Ahem, uhhh... *quickly throws you a big bomb of questions 💣💥 and then runs away*

Number one! I've been super curious about Julian's parents... 👉🏻👈🏻 Can we learn a bit about them? 👀 What did they think about Julian being a farmer? Also, what did they think about him being an adventurer and him doing magic?

Number two! Hehe, what were Julian's first impressions of Lance and Isaac? 👀👀 Bonus!: Camilla, Alesia & Jadu too! (if you like, of course)

Number three! Does Julian have anyone that he dislikes at first? Or vice versa?

Number four, and last because, uhh, that's a lot! 😅 What does he think of the Amethynes in Ridgeside Village? (If that's included in Julian's lore, of course!)

Sorry if it's too much! That's a habit of mine that I can't remove once given the chance 😔🙏🏻 Take your time! ^^

Hi Nimi, it's good to see ya! Oh, is that a bo- *Boom!*

Oh! Hey, questions! Thank you for asking! ❤️

Be prepared, tho, this post is long 😅

Question 1: Parents lore

Chaotic, energetic, sometimes stubborn and fierce, and at the same time the kindest woman, the enchanting and beautiful Emilia Braflovski. Red-haired beauty, it is from her Julian inherited beautiful facial features, faint freckles and the color of the right eye (emerald green). Does not fit the principle of "lady", she is used to play with boys than with girls. Very gentle with her son and husband. If she finds out that someone has offended Julian, she will go into a rage like a mama bear (rip fools). She's been into fencing since childhood (I think Julian inherited his adventurer's skills from her, too), and still moonlights as a private fencing coach. A housewife, she enjoys molding pottery and small sculptures. In a fight with her parents, she considers her parents-in-law (Julian's Grandpa and Grandma) as her real parent.

Abraham Braflovski. The same handsome, blue-eyed and blond-haired man (yep, wheat hair, left blue eye and 6'2" tall, inherited from his dad), son of a famous farmer in the Valley, who decided not to reeducate the rebellious maiden, but to accept her and love her as she was. Emilia responded to him with mutual love. Wise, faithful, loyal. Not as emotional as his wife, sometimes it may seem that he is cold and aloof. In fact, he is very gentle and friendly, loves his family very much. When enraged he remains calm, but with a single glance he can make his interlocutor scared to death. Determined, a workaholic (Julian inherited this from him too). He works as a technical and artistic translator of several languages. He did not want to be a farmer, he wanted a life in a small modern town, and Abraham was happy when his father was not disappointed in his choice of profession, letting his beloved son be the master of his own happiness. Abraham loved his father and mother very much. The relationship with his wife's parents is rather... strained. He has a passion for geology and history.

They are both very proud that Julian has been able to achieve such success on his own, and are incredibly happy that their beloved son has found his home right here, in the same place where they themselves used to spend their childhood.

About the magic here is pretty.... mixed emotions. They know that magic exists in the world (and it's like a secret). They both know that Julian's grandparents have close ties to both magic, and to the Stardew Valley and Ridgeside Village itself. Grandparents told their children about these topics only the basics, no details. They all assumed that Julian didn't have magic... except for Grandpa. Grandpa knew about the so-called "Guardians", about Julian's magic. Abraham also has magic, it's just "not awaked". But he didn't dare reveal the secret, even before he passed away. Why? Who knows... Also about when Julian became adventurer: they are proud of him, but worried about their son as well.

Question 2: First impression

Lance made a high impression on him, and Julian immediately wanted to get to know him better. It's the same with Isaac, but Julian knows he has to open up to him, not force him to be a friend. "He's just like me for real!" - that's the first thing Julian thought of when he saw a tired Jadu. About Camilla, it's pretty complicated: Julian also wants to be her friend, and at the same time he has a "fight or flight" thought activated for some reason.

Question 3: Enemies

The only people he didn't like before were past "friends" at his old job who used him (but Julian has learned to forgive old grudges), well at first he slightly disliked Morris. But he knows that nothing in this world is black or white - it's the same with people. And still he strives to achieve good qualities from himself and others. A bit of a naive idealist, what can you take from him.

Question 4: Amethyne family

He knows that the phrase "the rich cry too" fits the description of their family perfectly. In Louie and Ariah, he didn't see spoiled brats, just children who had the burden of their family's name dumped on them. He sees the sadness in Maive's eyes, and at times disagrees with her parenting methods, but respects her for striving for perfectionism and wanting the good of her family and everyone in Ridgeside Village.

He is not skeptical about Amethyne. They are all people with their own problems, whether you are rich or poor.

#thanks for asking! #farmer julian