#At least I got free strawberry milk

[we-are-maladaptive]

Breeding ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧ Stock

Shouto Todoroki x Cowgirl!Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

CONTENTS: smut, breeding (duh), pussy pounding (teehee), hybrids, talks of past abuse, lactation kink, shouto is like in his late 20, early 30s, loss of virginity, master/pet dynamics, oral (f reciev.) Word Count: 2.7k (Proofread! :D)

It seems like people like you are not so lucky as humans. Humans get to do whatever they want, whenever they want, and it’s not fair. Being strapped in a cage all day long.. waiting for someone to take you home n’ milk you dry, maybe breed you.

Breed... you hated that word. You just wanted a life where you could be free, and not have to worry about being someone’s pet. Unfortunately for you, you were one of the best stocks in the farm. The freshest of milk, and the prettiest of faces. This meant that you were being dragged for display almost every time a rich, old buyer came around, flaunting your pretty tits and perky nipples through the thin fabric of your white dress. Praying that the price tag clipped to your ear will be enough to drive them away... sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes the buyers will get a little too close, so when they get a bite on the finger or arm and they scurry away, a few lashes at your behind is better than staying with those creeps.

One day, though, another rich man comes inside... he’s a handsome man, and looks way more decent then the crooks that usually come in the store. You hear one of the clerks scurry in his direction-

..”Oh my! Hello good sir! What are you in for today?”

“I’m here to purchase a cow.”

“Oh! I see. Is there any type you are interested in?”

“...Your best cow.”

A pair of heavy footsteps were walking to your cage, but you didn’t pay any mind to it, too engrossed in your own thoughts. You were always so shaky during a time like this, what if the price, or a bite on the arm, isn’t enough to drive them away? You can’t stay here forever...

“I’ll take her.”

Your head perked up immediately.

“O-oh! Are you sure you want to buy her? You haven’t even touched her ye-”

“I said I’ll take her. Do I need to repeat myself again?”

“Of course not sure! The price is 300,000 yen. She’s of high value.”

You looked the man in the eyes, his gaze softened when he met your eyes, maybe because they were currently filled with fear.

His eyes met the clerk again.

“...Seems fair. Lead me to the paperwork. If there's anything else I need to know, do tell me.”

...

You were terrified.

This man was large, and could easily overpower you. You stood no chance against him, so you stayed quiet and timid in the back of his car.

“Where...where going?” Dumb thing. Could barely manage to understand a few words.

“..We are heading home. You won’t be familiar, but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

Home? You have never had a home before, always stuck in the cage. He said it so gently too, maybe it’s worthless to be so panicky.. he seems sincere.

“Moo..”

...

When he pulled into the driveway, you expected to be dragged into the house, but he held you so softly. So gentle then you felt almost compelled to follow him, and that's what you did.

“Hungry..”

“You’re hungry, hm? What do you usually eat?”

“..Moo?”

He sighed. He wasn’t going to get very far when it came to communication. It seemed as though you could only understand basic words. The man fed you plenty of fresh strawberries, and kiwi. Much to your delight, since all you ate back at the farm was slop filled with hormone inducing protein.

“Who?” Is what you asked him. If you were going to stay here, you at least needed a name. “Shouto, is my name.”

“Sho...shoto..?”

“Yes, you got it.”

Shouto. That was his name. It’s not very hard to pronounce either.

It started to get late, and you had a hobby of following him wherever he went. He could tell by the clank of the cowbell he placed around your neck.

“Sleep?” He assumed you were tired after the trip. You followed him around to this somewhat pile of pillows and a blanket. It was soft, but still sturdy, since it was placed on the floor.

...

The next morning was filled with ache. You felt so heavy. Practically dragging across the floor into his room where he slept. You stared up at him and whined until he started to stir.

“Mmm..what is it?”

“Hurts.” It did hurt, the ache in your hard breasts was hard to ignore at this point. Milk threatening to spill all over and make a mess on the floor if you moved the wrong way.

“Right. I know, come here...”

He pulled down the top of your dress, and your breasts spilled over. He gently grabbed one, and sucked.

It was such a strange feeling.. it was reliving, but your nipples were so sensitive, you couldn't help but whine whenever he sucked so hard. The rich, warm milk flowed into his mouth, and when he began to coax you into his bed, you flinched a little.

“No... no breed.”

“No?” He was rather confused. One the papers and documentaries he read prior, it seemed that almost all cows loved to be bred and filled to the brim. It seemed you were the exception though. It was understandable though, and he wasn’t going to make you do anything you weren’t uncomfortable with, yet.

“Alright. Are you feeling better?” 

You nodded. You were still sleepy though, since it was still early in the morning. You snuggled up against him, much to his surprise. Seems like you like his mattress more than the floor.

“Nuh-uh. You need a bath before you can get in my bed, missy.”

“Huff.”

...

It was around 9AM now. This bath was a lot more soothing then you thought it would be. While you were marveling at the bubbles in the bath, Shouto sat at the edge, but he was internally struggling a bit...

Your body looked amazing.

The way droplets of water ran from your hair into the crevice of your breasts. When you lifted yourself up a bit to get out of the water, he could see the fat of your ass, and even a little peek at your cunt too <3.

Shouto wasn't aware of what you were doing right now, probably wandering around the house, but he wasn't worried about that recently. Right now, he wanted to figure out how to make you more.. comfortable. You had pushed away his advance to fuck you earlier, and he was currently fighting the urge to find you bend you over, but that's not very comforting. He understood that you had just gotten here, and it was a very sudden change.

After a while, he decided that the best course of action was patience, and to let you feel a little more at home via gifts or just exploration. He had gotten you a pretty decorated bell that went around your neck, and would let you snuggle with him on his bed as long as you showered or didn't run around in the grass looking for butterflies in his garden. His bed was very soft, and you cried and whined at him whenever it was time to get up.

After a week of being there, you felt a lot more at home. You were able to get down the basic layout of the house now, so you no longer got lost. It was a very large house, and so you would wail for Shouto, so he could come find wherever you were.

It was late into the evening now. You once again lay in Shouto's large garden tub, Shouto was also in the tub behind you, gently scrubbing away the mud on your shoulders, you were extra dirty after planting face-first into the ground. You tripped over yourself after trying to snatch a pretty monarch butterfly. Shouto helped you with wiping the dirt off your face when he found you, but still got himself dirty in the process thanks to you swinging your muddy tail around.

...Once you were finally clean in the tub, that's when Shouto decided to advance. He pressed you back onto his chest, and placed his hand on the lower part of your stomach. You tilted your head to look at him, curious to see what he was doing. You shuddered slightly when he pressed his lips on your neck, right above your collarbone. You tensed when he started to suckle on your neck, so he used his other hand to caress your thigh, and lifted it upward to hand over the edge of the tub, he did the same with the other leg. Your legs were now draped over the tub, giving him access to your more intimate area. He stopped sucking on your neck and again placed his hand on your lower stomach, sliding down very slowly. He whispered in your ear when you started to whimper; "Shhh, I promise I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me.'' You started to melt in his hands, he's taken good care of you ever since you got here, so you should be able to trust him. You were just scared. Scared because of the things you witnessed back at that old barn. Looking at Shouto's different colored eyes makes everything numb, so you nodded at him. He softly smiled at you, and slid his hand on top of your cunt. You stiffened slightly, so he didn’t toy with you just yet, he wanted you to get comfortable first. When Shouto felt you slightly relax into his arms, he smiled at your soft whimper, because now he had placed a calloused finger onto your swollen clit, rubbing in slow circles.

“How’s that feeling, baby?” He was taunting you now, his fingers slowly picking up the pace, stilling you with his other hand when you started grinding your hips into his fingers. “Ah….ah..” You were really trying, you were. Nothing was coming out of your mouth coherent enough for him to understand, but it was enough to make him chuckle at your attempts, a simple puff of air from his nose.

The fingers on your clit were relentless now, the circles had gotten faster, and it was hard not to buck away from his touches. Something in your core was aching to be let out, but you had no idea what it was. Your whimpers turned to soft moans, and soft moans turned into a mixture of inaudible pleas, hiccuped sobs, and loud whines. You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Shouto did. You were on the edge, you slammed your eyes shut in preparation for what was about to happen, but it never came. A disappointed noise came from your lips, and Shouto let out a light laugh at your pouty face. “Don’t worry my dear, I’ll take care of you soon enough.” He pressed a kiss to your ear and whispered something that made you shudder;

“I want you to cum on my cock, love.” With that, he lifted you from the tub, earning him a squeak from you. Using the heat of his body to dry you both at an unfathomable speed, and when he deemed you “dry” enough, he hoisted you over his shoulder and dropped you on the edge of the bed in a playful manner. He gave you no room to complain or whine at him, and instead dragged your rear towards his face as he kneeled down on the floor. Your mouth was opened to protest, but before you could manage to get a word in, your thoughts changed immediately as his mouth started to suckle on your clit. Instead, you let out a loud moan at his ministrations.

He hummed in content at your cries, and the vibrations furthered your pleasure. After a minute, he slid his index finger into your walls, curling upwards in hopes to find that soft spot, and he did. You threw your head backwards, and let out a cry of pleasure. When he deemed you wet enough, he placed another finger in. Curling up into that soft spot in your cunt, and he picked up a nice rhythm too. He curled his fingers particularly hard, which made you slam your hand over your mouth, much to his displeasure. He stood up from his position and pulled you upwards into the pillows of the bed, your legs now bent over his shoulders. He tilted your chin upwards when you tried to look down to see what was about to go inside you, however he wouldn’t let you. If you did see it, you’d probably freak out by how large it was, so it was best to avoid that. 

“You’re still so shaky, sweetie. I promise I’ll be very gentle with you, yeah? I don’t want to break you after all.” He smiled down at you when you nodded at him, your teeth biting at your plush lips and eyes slamming shut as you felt the rather large tip of his length prodding at your entrance. “Shh.. hey, you're okay. Look at me. I want to see the look in your eyes as I’m deep inside you, love.” As your eyes slowly opened you decided to grip at the sheets instead, if you bit your lip too hard it would bleed. He buried his face into your neck, as he couldn’t contain his groans and grunts either, opting to release them into your neck, his breath on your collarbone sending shivers down your spine, you could feel him gripping the sheets, and you could feel his cock prodding deeper into your sopping pussy. It hurt, it really did, but it was hard to focus on the pain when he held you so softly.

You had never felt any type of affection in your life, back at that barn. This pain was nothing compared to the lashes you used to receive back there whenever you made any type of mistake. His love was foreign to you, his touches, his affection. It was not what you expected when you first came here. You had thought he was like the others, he’d take, take and take some more until there was nothing left of you. To your surprise however he was giving you something. Giving you food, love, affection, something you’d never thought you would receive. This pain was nothing, nothing at all.

You weren’t really given any room to think when the pain did subside.

Pleasure. Pleasure in its rawest, most carnal form. It was something you never felt up until now. It was like electricity, flowing up and down every vein in your body, it was the only thing you could focus on, if you tried to focus on anything else you might break into pieces. Shouto was saying something, but it was drowned out by your cries. Everything seemed like a blur, the noises of your skin slapping together, your moaning, his grunts, all of it was hazy, other than the overwhelming sensation in between your legs.

Panic crawled its way up your spine when that sensation got a little too intense to handle, that feeling from earlier, something wanting to snap inside. Your breathing got sporadic and irregular, and Shouto noticed and hushed you.

“Hey.. it’s okay. Let go for me, yeah? I got you, you’re safe.”

You tried to plead with him, with the little English you were taught, but he wasn’t having it. He knew what was best for you, afterall.

You tried too hard to hold it in, but when he placed his fingers on your clit again, you knew you couldn’t contain it any longer.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, head thrown back, your hair a mess, and nails raking at his back.                                   .. and then everything went quiet for a while.

Your eyes felt heavy when you woke up. You weren’t out for long, it was still early into the night, the moon still shone in the same place as when you and Shouto were- oh.“Hi, sleepyhead.” You jumped slightly as the voice beside you, groggy and yet still full of love. Shouto’s hair is a mess, just like yours. Instead of speaking, you instead decided to nuzzle your face into his neck, and he replied with a hum. He kissed your forehead and stroked your back, it couldn’t be any better than this. All those years of isolation and abandonment, you have finally found something good, someone good in your life. You couldn’t bear to see him leave you.

Shouto was about half asleep when his ears perked up to the sound of someone sniveling, it was you. You were crying, in his arms. He pulled your face out, as it was still buried in his neck, and examined your watery eyes and red puffy cheeks with a frown on his face.

“Please… don’t leave me.”

He smiled softly at you, kissing your tears away. “I won’t ever leave you, I promise.”

With that, you both fell asleep. Even though you were a cow, you were still a girl. You had at least half the mind to think of girly things, which included dreaming of what you and Shouto’s kids would look like, and what you would name them. 

#thirsts 𓀿𓀐 #mha #mha smut #bnha #my hero academia #mha x reader #bnha smut #shouto todoroki #shouto smut #shouto x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto smut #shoto x reader #todoroki smut #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki smut #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader

[rainbowbarnacle]

Please make a tea post so I can save it especially the pineapple ice cubes I need more info

Oh, like, different teas I like to make? Okay! :D

🍍Pineapple Tea🍍

The way I do it is really simple:

Buy a giant jug of already-made tea (I like gold peak!)

Buy a carton of pineapple juice

Freeze the juice into cubes, pour a little of it in the tea for extra flavor

And that's it. That's aaaall you gotta do.

There's all kindsa ways you can dress it up, but nine times out of ten I just do this and drink it by the gallon when it's hot out.

If you wanna get fancy with it, feel free to cold brew your own black (or green) tea, add actual hunks of pineapple fruit in there, add some orange juice, add some honey, add some coconut milk or sweetened condensed milk, whatever sounds good! (Also, pairing pineapple tea with coconut cookies? SO GOOD.) Put mint in the pineapple cubes if you like mint! Add a bit of boiled ginger root or some brown sugar and cinnamon for a little kick! Heck, last summer I used blue peaflower star-shaped ice cubes just because they were pretty.

(Peaflower petals don't taste like much, but they make a GORGEOUS blue, and if you put something acidic in there like lemon juice IT TURNS PINK. :D)

🍓Strawberry Tea🍓

I find this stuff sort of difficult to find where I live, so often I go the same route as the pineapple tea: grab a jug of black tea, grab a jug of strawberry juice, (ocean spray has a really nice cran-strawberry one I like) freeze the juice, mix, and enjoy. Super simple.

If I can't find strawberry juice, I dice some strawberries up and put it in a jar with some water and a bit of sugar for a few hours, then add *that* to the tea. (heck, it's really nice all by itself!)

What goes with strawberry? ANY DANG THING YOU WANT. I am particularly fond of lychee. Jasmine tea and rose petals pair really well with it too. Again, if you like mint, it's *really* nice with strawberry. And you know how if you put black pepper on strawberries they taste even strawberrier? (If you haven't tried this, go do it, it's magic.) Same goes with the tea, add some peppercorns or a teeny bit of chili powder or some ginger.

If you wanna drink it hot or cold brew a batch of your own, here are some brands that are also nice:

1. Strawberry Sensation

2. Adagio Strawberry Tea (this is also where I got the peaflower petals)

3. Any of Lupicia's Strawberry Teas they are HEAVENLY

🍏Apple Tea🍏

As with the pineapple and strawberry teas, it's totally fine to just go find some ready-made tea and mix it with some apple cider or apple juice for tasty low spoons fun. If you drink it iced, a bit of sugar and lemon juice brings out the apple flavor nicely!

I prefer drinking this stuff hot though. You know that Fall Drink post that was floating around? IF YOU HAVEN'T YET, TRY IT, IT'S AWESOME.

☕Chai Tea☕

So here's the thing about chai for me personally: I don't tend to drink it iced or sugary, but if you do like it iced and sugary, there are a couple of really nice chai tea concentrates:

Oregon Chai Latte

Tazo's Chai Latte (Forget the "skinny" nonsense, I just wanted to include an option with no milk so you can add whatever you want to it)

Pacific Chai isn't concentrated, but you can use it to make hot or iced chai and it's really lovely, not too sweet and super easy to work with. As for dressing up chai, I don't tend to! There's already so much going on with all the flavors, I just drink it as-is most days. Play with milk-to-tea ratios or sugar amounts all you like, figure out what's your jam.

I do know that mixing chai and coffee together (or chai and chocolate together) is guaranteed to make a feeling groovy kind of morning, at least if you have two thumbs and you're me. Iiii think that's all the tea blather I can think of for right now. Thank you for asking, anon, it was fun! Anybody reading this, feel free to add your own favorite things to do with tea. :D

#domestic blifs #this has been tea blather with rainbowbarnacle #thank you for attending my TEA-d talk

[icarus-does-fall]

I wrote this in 45 minutes?

It's sickeningly sweet fluff cause sometimes ya just need that (I im writing so much angst in every other fic I needed some quick fluffy ones)

Jason Todd x reader (gender neutral, no pronouns used)

Uhhh it's a regression fic leave me alone, I'll throw hands if ya mean about it (Jason just has caregiver vibes okay???)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤..𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

You and Jason had been dating for the better part of a year, and just recently had he trusted you enough to explain why he’d been coming home to you covered in bruises and even still occasionally bleeding. It took the whole night and into the morning but you got all your questions answered- Your boyfriend was the Red Hood. Damn how you should’ve figured that out on your own but you did have your own things going on too.

You owned and ran your own business- You made jewelry and clothes, selling online and through vendors on occasion, it was a lot to handle but it made good money and it was a job doing things you enjoyed. You made your own hours too as long as you kept up with the demand and kept everything stocked.

Everything was going smoothly between you two, long nights on occasion and sometimes it took actual planning to make a date night but neither of you minded too much. Jason was out saving the city whenever he was needed and you had a business to run, you both did so without issue as well. At least, until the next few months came and went.

Your business blew up, getting more attention than you’d ever been used to leaving you overworking yourself to try and keep up with every order, you had even unknowingly pushed Jason away. He knew you were stressed but he was still offended by the fact that you weren’t confiding in him or letting yourself take a break. So when you finally broke down, he was there in a moment's notice, even blowing off his patrol- sending out quick texts to his siblings to have someone cover for him so he could be there for you.

Tim responded first- while all of his brothers, and Cas and Stephine- adored you, Tim was of course the one willing to help out whenever Jason asked. Mostly because Jason almost never asked for anything.

So when you curled up on the couch, dressed in your pajamas with Bluey playing in the background, Jason took the spot at your side and threaded his hands through your hair as he softly kissed the top of your head.

“Hey little one, you doing okay?”

You looked up at Jason with a pout and you shook your head, there were dark circles under your eyes and unshed tears threatening to fall the moment he asked the question. “No- Jay theres just too much to do. I tried and and tried to keep on top of it all but ‘m squished.”

Jason chuckled softly and pulled you into his side, lightly ruffling your hair, which you huffed at and tried to swat his hand away. “Aw come on bat, you know you can always take breaks yeah? You're the one in charge, your customers are on your time.”

You laid your head on his chest, your eyes flickering towards the show- Grannies was the current episode, it always made you laugh and giggle but right now you were just too exhausted to feel much of anything. “But…-”

“No buts little bat, there's no reason for you to ever work yourself like this. I know I do it and so do my dad and brothers but you see how Alfred scowleds us for that whenever we nearly drop unconscious.”

You nestled into his chest with a sigh and fiddled with his free hand. “Jay?”

“Yeah bat?”

“We have chocolate milk?”

Jason grinned and laughed, placing another soft kiss on the top of your head before pulling you into a hug. “Yeah I think we still have some chocolate milk, want it in your dino cup little bat?”

“Mhmshmm yeah… And and! Strawberries! Please…”

Jason shook his head with a smile before standing and walking into the kitchen. As he got your drink and snack you wrapped up in a blanket holding one of the pillows on your lap much like a stuffed animal, but all of yours were currently still in your room.

It only took a couple of minutes before Jasoon walked back into the living room, chocolate milk in a dinosaur cup and strawberries cut up in a small bowl- He even went as far as to put whipped cream on them. “There ya go little bat.”

You stimmed happily, soft squeaks followed by flappy hands. You started to relax more, allowing yourself to forget about adulting and the struggles that came with it, the tension eased from your body. “Strawberries!”

Jason smiled and settled back onto the couch with you, letting you have your snack and sipy in peace. Nights like these weren’t necessarily rare but with the two of you constantly rushing about and you taking on more things at every moment they were infrequent and he loved it when things were just soft. No work, no sex, just cuddles and shows while you were being small.

“Feeling any better little bat?”

“Yeah… Chocolate milk and bluey makes everything better”

He chuckled, a teasing look filled his eyes as he poked your cheek, “aww and I didnt help contribute to the helping any?”

“Nono! Wait you did too! Always helpful Jay, silly bear.”

You smiled up at him brightly and then kissed his nose causing a laugh to escape his lip and a giggle from yours before you paused dramatically and pointed at him accusedly. “Wait a minute bubs- Youre usually out bangin heads n things, how you home?”

He shrugged casually and pulled you back into his side, you were wrapped up much like a little burrito and it didnt seem like he was planning on letting you go at any point. “Got Tim to help out, honestly little bat you worry about the weirdest things.”

You huffed with a slight pout and scrunched up your nose, “nuh uh! Is perfectly reasonable worry, you have responsibilities”

“And youre one of the things I have to take care of too little bat, don’t forget that”

“Thats so rude- 'm completely capable! Dont need help any help”

“Suuuuure and thats why you asked for me to get you chocolate milk and cutting up fruit instead of being all grown and getting it yourself~”

Your pout grew and you simply ignored Jaons teasing as you sipped on your drink while curled up next to him, finally turning your attention back to Bluey. “Mean bear-”

“Pouty bat~”

And thats how the rest of your night went for the most part, a few teasing remarks here and there, but mostly soft kisses and cuddles as Bluey played on the TV until you fell asleep nestled into Jasons side. He smiled down at you for a moment before picking you and carrying you off to bed- He knew you’d be back to your big job tomorrow and all the stress it came with but you got a night away from all that, and he’d do better at helping you manage things better too. The war criminal, the hardened killer that he was, hated seeing you cry.

#dc comics #dcu #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #sfw regression #fluff #dc universe

[cookierunauprompts]

We need to reunite Golden Butter Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie

One of the first things he does once he gets out of the box is look for the small toy box to see if Golden Butter Cookie is still there. It's awkward at first due to so many years of not seeing each other but they're both relieved to just know the other is alive and well.

That or Gingerbrave and Co convince Golden Butter Cookie out of their toy box and end up facing Shadow Milk Cookie once again after so many years and it invokes so much emotion.

Requested Prompts #25 - 💔( a bit of ✙ as well)

Unlike with my previous posts about her, this prompt/ficlet does not take place in the same timeline as my other Golden Butter Cookie posts. This prompt poses the question that: What if Shadow Milk Cookie, after escaping the tree and fucking around for a moment, immediately went to go find the Toy-Box? This, is the resulting outcome.

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It certainly felt good being free after all those years he spent imprisoned, Shadow Milk Cookie thought to himself. It had been oh so so so long since he had the chance to torment Earthbread like he did in the past, and he couldn't wait to get started! Just thinking about how everything was like before was enough to get him excited. The way entire kingdoms could crumble to dust after a few whispers to spread distrust, how powerful he had been, the horrified looks upon the faces of those who had stood up to the beasts as they watched their fallen comrades be used as mere puppets for his shows... Oh how all of those things had brought him such twisted glee. But wait, he's forgetting something, isn't he? He'd stopped in his tracks, settling upon a thick branch. He'd only shrunken down from his usual titanic size to make it harder for those pesky cookies to track him after all. He thought, and thought, and thought and thought. Goldie. Shit, fuck, he'd almost forgotten about Goldie! When was the last time he visited her? Probably a few days before he'd gotten sealed. His face paled when he remembered just what he'd said to her on that day. He told her 'I love you', just as he was leaving. Oh, oh he was so fucked. He did not mean to do that, leaving his dear starlight in the dark for... shit, how long had it been? Thousands, his mind supplies him with, not doing anything to help the crushing feeling that he fucked up. If any of the other beasts found out that he did this( not purposefully though, at least), then they would probably kill him before Goldie got the chance to. If Goldie was still alive to kill him. Who knows what thousands of years of being left in the dark after that would do to her mental state? Certainly not something pretty! So now, with much more haste than he had earlier, he rushed to change his course towards the location of the entrance to Golden Butter Cookie's Toy-Box.

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The minute he entered, he realized that everything was in shambles. Not visually though, everything still looked beautiful. What made it have the status of 'shambles' was the residents. Twisted from the last time he'd seen them thousands of years ago when they were... well, more friendly. A lot more friendly. They used to just tackle him to the ground to restrain him! Not OUTRIGHT TRY TO MAIM HIM! God, if the dolls were like this, then who knew what Goldie was like? He stood surrounded by stuffing and strawberry jam, he doesn't want to question why there even was strawberry jam inside the dolls. He'd actually broken a sweat ripping them to shreds, but it'd be fine, right? Goldie could just repair them... right? " You!" He hears a voice, freezing up almost immediately. " What are you doing back here after so many years?" The voice doesn't sound too happy to see him, but it wasn't Goldie, it was too high-pitched. Turning around, he saw another, less fucked up but still kinda fucked up doll, one that looked more like a cookie. He still remembers his silly suggestion of calling them 'pookies'. He wracks his brain for a moment. " ... Rosemary?" He soon asked confusedly, Goldie's first living creation looked pretty different to what he remembered. One of her button eyes were torn out, leaving only one brightly hued golden button for her to see out of. Her arm also looked like it had been stitched back on rather hastily, the craftsmanship of the stitch was nothing like how Goldie would do it. The short plushie marched up to him, almost angrily. " Where the hell have you even been, huh? You left for over thousands of years, did you even think of how your absence would affect Golden Butter Cookie after you left her with what you said?" Rosemary scolded him, poking him with a plush finger. " Look- I didn't mean to! It's not my fault that we got sealed off by the witches before I could come back!" He argued back, watching something flicker across Rosemary's eye. " ... Of course, it all makes sense. You were practically obsessed with her." Rosemary concluded, looking back up into Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes. " But, she won't be happy to see you.. At least, at first." Before Shadow Milk Cookie could question her further, Rosemary turned around. " It's not safe to continue speaking here, more of the Hyper-focused could come and attack at any moment." She stated before leading Shadow Milk off, he quickly followed her. " Hey! Wait up!"

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" So... Goldie's gone all Sleeping Beauty? Leaving you guys to, well, go nuts?" Shadow Milk Cookie concluded, sitting cross legged upon the seat he'd been given at the campfire at Salvation's Stitch Village, a safe haven for all the dolls that had either gone dormant or didn't succumb to the the Hyper-Focused's craze. " That's basically what happened, but yes." Another Pookie like Rosemary, he's pretty sure this one is called Basil, replied. " And you, are going to fix it. You're practically responsible for why she's like this anyways!" " Okay okay! Geez, I get it! I messed up big time! Just tell me how to get to Goldie and I'l apologize and this whole thing can get cleared up!" He said, holding up his hands defensively. " An Apology won't cut it, you need to grovel at her feet and beg for mercy!" Basil snapped back, being held back by Rosemary. " Basil! Have patience, I'm sure that He'll be sincere with his apology." Rosemary stated, with that seeming to calm them down. " He better," Basil huffed, " Because if he doesn't, then our mistress will surely kill him." Shadow Milk gulped nervously, they were right, Goldie would probably kill him if he fucked up. He had to play this right otherwise he wouldn't be enjoying his freedom for much longer. " of course I will, what, do you think I'm that much of a monster?" He huffed, crossing his arms. He did feel guilty for what he'd done though, it wasn't something he usually felt nowadays and it felt... weird, yet fitting to feel it now. " So how do I get to the dollhouse?" He asked, to which the two others stiffened up. " The Guards are Hyperfocused, aren't they?" he deadpanned. " No... It's just that... Well, Mistress may have let the place fall into ruin. You might want to mentally prepare yourself before going in." " Psh, I've caused atrocities on the daily? how bad could it possibly be?"

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Damn, he really kinned Icarus back there, didn't he? The moment that he convinced Thyme( the lone, surprisingly non-hyperfocused guard of the Dollhouse) to let him in he could not prepare for what he'd see on the inside. Sure it looked... normal-ish at first. With only a few things out of place here and there, but the further he got in the more he got a glimpse of how far Goldie had gone. Dolls were strewn about, some living, some... let's just say dormant. Ripping them apart felt disgusting when he saw the strawberry jam leaking from their stuffing, sometimes mixed with cookie crumbles stained with the scent of melted butter. He knew that Goldie never allowed anyone in the Toy-Box if she could help it, so then what had she done to herself? And then, he reached the door that Thyme had told him about. Doors almost twice his current shrunken size loomed before him, emitting an aura that almost sucked all the motivation out of him. It was Goldie's, he knew it. So he pushed the doors open, taking in the sight. Light filtered in through small windows, just enough to illuminate the room in a dim glow. Amongst various pillows, flowers(ones that he could recognize were Pink Camellia, White Roses, Bluebells, Yellow Chrysanthemums and forget-me-nots) and various other plants was a glass coffin, one that he want to rush in and open. Yet his legs refused to budge without significant effort. There she was, Golden Butter Cookie, Goldie. Still looking as beautiful as ever even though she had fallen from her former creative grace. her golden hair curled around her body, though it wasn't as light and fluffy as it had been before she fell. he remembered his first reaction to seeing her new appearance, before he himself fell to his own, more twisted corruption, was concern. Actually, he'd pretty sure that that was the last time she saw him before he himself succumbed to his corruption. He staggered over to the coffin, peeling the sugar glass back to free his beloved. Even after thousands of years his feelings had never died. " Goldie... Hey, Goldie..." He began, poking at her face. " C'mon... wake up... I got somethin' to tell you." Probably not the best way he could have gone about it... but it did the trick. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, drifting towards Shadow Milk Cookie who smiled in return. " Heya Sleepy-head, rise and shine!" He chirped, yeah he should probably be more serious... But come on! It's his Goldie, can't he have just a bit of fun before he does his apology? " Shadow... Milk... Cookie...?" She murmured out, taking a moment to register what she was seeing. He could see the surprise dance across her eyes as she seemed to register that it was him. " Shadow Milk Cookie.... you...." " Yep! It's me, I came back!" He chirped in response, closing his eyes and just missing the way her fist tightened.

It wasn't too long until he felt a hard blow to his entire body. " You bastard..!" He could hear Goldie exclaim, her voice taking upon a hint of rage as he flew out of the room and into the hallway. He crashed into one of the walls with a sharp, hacking cough. He could see a few flecks of blueberry jam come out as well, damn, she was still as powerful as ever. He looked up, noticing her floating form a few ways away. A golden aura of wrath shined around her, a bright light emitting from the spears that she was carrying and also had floating around her. " W-wait! Goldie! Calm down, I can explain everything!" He frantically proclaimed, getting up just in time to dodge a spear thrown right at his shoulder. " As if that would excuse what you did to me!" She yelled, eyes blazing as a few more spears auto-locked onto the jester and fired. " You left me questioning everything I knew about us for thousands of years! Not even once did you think about checking in at all!" He dodged yet another barrage of spears, slightly thankful that none of them were aimed at his heart or head... yet. " Look, I'm sorry, okay?! I didn't mean to do that!" He argued, just having time to grab onto a stray spear to use it to deflect the other spears coming at him, with it turning a vibrant blue as he did so. " But I didn't have a choice! The witches-" " Oh spare me your excuses! You said that you loved me and then you outright ditched me!! There's no reason that can excuse that!" he could see the tears brimming in her eyes, they looked like liquid gold. " I waited for you, I waited so long because I wanted to believe that you still cared about me, that you didn't just want a fancy puppet now. And what did I get in return?" He looked at the spears filling the air around her, crap, he'd die for sure if he couldn't deflect or defend himself from these. because there was no way in hell that he could dodge that many spears. " Nothing. You never came back, even to just explain why." She hissed, the barrage increasing in size as her rage built. " I was devastated, I broke myself apart just to try and forget the pain you caused me... But it didn't work, you stayed in my heart like a parasite feasting on my desire for your affection." Oh, that probably explains the jam and cookie parts in some of the dolls in the dollhouse then. " I-" " Don't even try to lie you're way out of this." She scolded as the tears dribbled down her dough. " This, if for all the pain you've caused. I hope it hurts you like you hurt me, tenfold." The spears begin to fly towards him at Goldie's command, so without hesitation he screamed out what he wanted to say, why he didn't come back. Hopefully he wouldn't be a skewer holder afterwards, this time he couldn't bare the thought of a tragic end, especially for himself. " I WAS SEALED AWAY BY THE WITCHES!! THAT'S WHY I NEVER CAME BACK!" His desperate plead was silenced with an almost breathless gasp as the spears stopped mere millimeters away from his dough. He almost collapsed from the intensity as all the spears, except for one aimed at his neck, slowly disappeared into golden dust. Time seemed to stretch on for eternity. He could hear Goldie's shoes tap against the floor as she walked up to him, taking the last remaining spear away from his neck. Desperation can make the truth come out, and she could tell that Shadow Milk wasn't lying this time. She looked so... tired. She collapsed into his arms, tugging at his ruffled collar. " i should have known..." She mumbled, " I should have guessed that you and the others finally went too far..." She sounded so quiet, so done. So he wrapped his arms around her, slowly, as if she'd crumble if he went too fast. " I'm sorry." He apologized, just holding her so she wouldn't disappear.

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Pillow Talk

Summary: While Y/N spends some time away, she and Arthur find a way to play.

Words: 3,992

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

A/N: This story stems from a request made by @jokerownsmysoul​. I really hope I got it right. 😂 Please enjoy, everyone! And thank you for reading! 💜

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Y/N's happiness at attending the Atlantic Legal Society's conference had rubbed off on Arthur. Made her upcoming absence worth it.

Often he'd tag along, see the sights while she worked. Check out clubs, sign up for open mics where no one would ever see him again. Low-risk refinement. But this week's jobs were too good to pass up, and Amusement Mile's opening day meant lots of families and plenty of tips.

He could hold down the apartment. Hell, maybe he'd even enjoy it. Pour condensed milk over frozen strawberries, smoke as much as he wanted, catch a movie on Gothamvision. (When their rabbit ears had required aluminum foil to get a TV signal, he'd convinced her cable was a dire need.)

He wrapped an apple in a paper towel, tore a banana from the bunch, and stuck both in her purse. A breakfast that'd tide her over for the three-hour ride to Baltimore. Stirring milk into her coffee, he side-eyed the oven clock. When the java was halfway cold, he made his way to the bathroom.

Toes flexed in annoyance, Y/N grumbled around her toothbrush. "I can't believe I overslept."

"You'll get there," he said, and took the hairbrush from the shelf. "Here, let me." He drew horsehair bristles through her untamed mane.

"Thanks." The foam in her mouth made it sound more like fankhs. She spat into the sink, rinsed and spat again. "I don't want to buy another ticket."

A soft scowl crossed his brow. "You shouldn't've had to buy the first."

"Well, you know my boss. He didn't think it was necessary, which is silly with the WARN act being passed. That kind of ridiculousness makes me want Phil to come out of retirement." She hung her robe on the door hook and jogged to the bedroom, calling over her shoulder. "At least they're paying me!"

Minutes later Y/N emerged, frazzled around the edges but smart. She straightened a ruffle at her collar, tugged the corner of her blazer. She wore her age and era with pride. She guzzled her coffee like an engine on empty, poured herself another and skipped the dairy. "I'll regret this on the train."

They dashed to the elevator, vinyl suitcase in his grasp, her hand hooked at his elbow. As the steel doors parted, he made a show of holding them open with his foot. A beam to rival the rising sun crossed her face. 

"Thank you, sir," she said, and curtsied. The gesture made him want to lift her, spin around. They were running late - and she'd still taken a spare second to be playful.

God, how he loved her.

At this early hour, only a handful of Gothamites rode the subway. A guy sat in a corner seat. Sixty, gray stubble, wearing a flat leather cap. His outstretched arm held a wrinkled centerfold. Ms. December, judging by the Santa Hat, the sole fabric in the photo. A familiar friend that must've been in his pocket for a while.  

Y/N grasped the stanchion at the other end of the car. Arthur moved to stand behind her, a protective arm at her waist.

At every stop she inched towards him. Her round bottom nudged his thighs, her back grazed his chest. She smelled good, like the strawberries he'd eat tonight. He pressed his nose to the crown of her head, filled his veins with her scent.

A scarlet stripe bloomed from collarbone to temple, her ear a crimson shell. The corner of her mouth threatened to curl. Pink tongue darting to wet satin lips.

He squeezed her hip. "What is it?"

"It's nothing," she said. An obvious untruth given how her neck tightened.

Suspicion slanted his stare. But he let it lie. For now.

Wayne Central Station was a Beaux-Arts beauty smack dab in the middle of modernization and commercialization. And it had far too many flights of stairs. After the ups and downs of finding the right track, they landed on thirty-seven, the platform for the commuter line.

"You know," Y/N said, steps slowing to an amble. "I bet there are clown conferences. You could learn to juggle."

His days of working with other clowns were long behind him. But the suggestion was sweet, so he smiled. "My hands are already busy. You're a handful."

She stopped at a concrete column and riffled through her purse. "I'll call you when I check-in and give you the room number. There'll be a direct line." Then her riffling escalated to a frantic search. Patting her coat, the inner breast pocket. Checking her bag one more time. Taking advantage of her distraction, Arthur reached into his jacket. Anticipation tickled his shoulders into a shrug.

"Oh no," she said. "I could've sworn I put my ticket with my credit card."

He reached as if to tuck her hair back. Pulled a green card from behind her ear. "Is this it?" A relieved huff as she snatched her prize. She swatted his chest, wound her arms about his neck.

The squeal of metal on metal bounced off tile walls, announcing the oncoming train. A gust of wind whirled her silvery brown locks. Despite the mundanity of it all, the thousands of people about to step onto public transportation, the moment felt like a movie. A bona fide blockbuster. The ordinary suddenly extraordinary.

Fingers brushing his, she took her bag, speaking between kisses. "I love you. We'll talk soon."

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The McKeldin Exhibition Center seemed a blunt, bulky building for the Atlantic Legal Society's twenty-fifth conference, a number Y/N would've considered celebratory. Four stories of concrete, cold steel, muscular exterior. A once modern design that now represented an idea of the future that, if the first five months of 1990 were to go by, wasn't bound to happen.

The registration attendants were friendly and professional. But Y/N wasn't a member of the guild, so she was directed to a line at the other end of a vast, airy hall. The additional hundred dollars she'd paid to attend included extra exercise. A gilded stripe ran along the top of her name tag, like she was a flake of gold to pan for, from which extract a membership fee.

Goodie bags contained the usual swag. A pen with the organization's logo, two legal pads, a folder to hold her notes. At the bottom were a blue stress ball and a gavel pinback button, which she'd pin on Sylvia back at the office. The young intern had received so little recognition in her short life that it'd thrill her.

White tablecloths and serving trays covered the tables in the reception area. Y/N maneuvered to a buffet to the right, snapped a napkin, two cheese and pepperoni skewers, and a paper cup of goldfish crackers. Munching away, she took the temperature of the room.

Lawyers and attorneys general, magistrates and judges swarmed, chatting and laughing, giving handshakes and back slaps. Legal secretaries and paralegals circled up to chat amongst themselves. Judging by overheard introductions, their origins stretched from the Eastern Seaboard all the way to Chicago.

Y/N recognized a former Gotham District Attorney, a lawyer from one of Shaw & Associates' satellite offices. The passing years had salt and peppered his hair, too. The city's newest criminal court judge was on the premises, one Henry Jake. An upset after an affair with one of his legal aides, his promotion from magistrate had been splashed on all the front pages.

He appeared eager to continue the scandal, proceeding to flirt in the way of men who like to wield their authority. A palm on the forearm here, an unwanted compliment there. It made Y/N want to chuck a stress ball at his head.

She stirred powdered creamer and irritation into a styrofoam cup of coffee, noted the restroom sign on the left wall. A woman in a floral shower curtain of a dress approached with tiny steps. Said she'd never been to a big city before, took a sip of Lipton and pushed her plastic glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"I'm Flossie Barteux, but all my friends call me Flo." The red stripe on her nametag denoted her as a fresh recruit.

"Nice to meet you, Flossie." Though maintaining distance, Y/N spoke with warmth. "I moved from the Ozarks to Gotham ten years ago. The lobby has some brochures. I think there's an aquarium on the waterfront, a couple museums, too. You should take advantage while you're in town." Then she gave a friendly nod and excused herself to the Industry Auditorium to sign up for presentations.

Whistleblower protections sounded interesting, considering past capers; she made a note to review Gotham's statutes for the next. Tips for wage and hour investigations filled an entire notebook. The presenter droned on in one agonizingly long sentence. It was impossible to keep up, even in shorthand. Y/N's fingers grew so fatigued she dropped her pen. It took several tries to regain the ability to make a fist.

When the conference broke for the evening, Flossie hopped in the same revolving door as Y/N and suggested dinner at a chain steakhouse across the street. A good number of attendees already stood in line.

To be honest, she could've used a break from the whole thing. But she didn't want to hurt the woman who sorely needed a work friend. She put their names on the waitlist and browsed chalkboard specials. Listened to Flossie's story of how going through probate for custody of her granddaughter had led her to the legal profession.

By the time Y/N stumbled back to her hotel, she could've dozed upright. At the bar, she ordered a variation on a Sidecar, a little number called Between the Sheets. She didn't ask for permission to take it to her room. She dropped a dollar bill in the tip jar and turned towards the lobby.

It was well equipped, a fax machine and pay phone in one corner, a stand with free chocolate chip cookies to the right. In the center of the far wall stood a bookshelf, flanked by overstuffed aqua chairs. A sign was propped on the coffee table: "Please read and return!" A set worthy of Donahue's photo studio.

She stepped onto the woven rug to browse the plethora of outdated bestsellers. Self-helps with mountains on the covers, charlatans offering poor financial advice. Children's books were piled haphazardly on the bottom shelf. And right in the middle was an entire row of romance novels, the ones in which every heroine's bosom heaved and bodice ripped. Ragged covers told the tale of how popular they were, spines split from overuse. As a pre-teen, Mabel had caught her reading a few. ("Why's your face red, Y/N? Are you sick?") Amused, Y/N took the one with the deepest seams.

Forbidden Seas was a terrible if fitting title, given the coverhunk's puffy shirt. He was alarmingly muscular, as though a bee had stung him, and he desperately needed an ice bag. Long, blonde tresses brushed the careening cleavage of the woman bent over his knee. Arthur's wiry frame held a hidden strength, cleaved her tightly whenever they danced, but that position would've ended with her on the floor.

Cackling, she returned the paperback to its place, betting the hunk would be at full mast by chapter four.

When she reached her room, she stretched her arms over her head, pushed herself to her tiptoes, released a short squeal. The conference center's folding chairs had next to no padding. Soreness nagged at her tailbone, a deep-seated throb ached her rear. She could really use a bath. She checked her watch. Arthur would be calling in about fifteen minutes. Luckily, the restroom had a phone.

Pantyhose rolled down her legs, a nail caught on the reinforced toe. The star-patterned vinyl floor was cold on her feet. A claw clip kept her hair off her shoulders, spare tendrils falling to her cheeks. Steam coated the mirror as the room filled with a pleasant heat. She dabbed away her mascara and eyeliner before it could streak. She sipped her cocktail, stepped into the bath. Gave her breasts a casual squeeze and sighed out the stress of the day.

The ringer rang right on the dot.

Voice as light as a game of I Spy, she said, "This isn't reception telling me to pipe down, is it?"

On the other end, Arthur's smile sucked his teeth. "No, it's just me."

"I'm glad it's just you."

The day had gone well, he told her. One of his gigs had cancelled, but that was all right. It let him get some work done around the apartment. He'd replaced the window shade that no longer rolled up, mopped the kitchen, sorted the drawers of his desk. He'd just tuned into a movie on TMC, a screwball comedy she'd deem too silly and dislike.

When he asked how the conference was going, she told him about Flossie, how she hoped the woman's eagerness to excel wouldn't result in her being suckered into membership upgrades. That the WARN act - while a step forward - put some guardrails on the mass layoffs that'd become the norm in the last decade but didn't prevent them. And the overeager judge she was happy to never have to face in court.

"You should teach a class on how to be a gentleman." She slunk deeper into the heat. "I'm learning a lot, but I'll be happy to be home."

"You're not missing much."

"I'm missing you."

"But you saw me this morning!" His protestations didn't fool her; he was pleased as punch.  A hitched giggle, one of his many laughs she loved. "Me, too. I mean, I can't wait to see you. But don't worry. I'm fine. Talk to me more. Tell me about the hotel."

"We'll have to stay here someday. There's a bar with a player piano, and I'm having a cocktail in the bath."

"You- You're on the phone in the tub?" The sound of him puttering. A drink set on the coffee table, a middle-aged groan as he sat on the sofa. "There is one thing I can't get out of my head." Nervous tongue smacked his lips. "What were you thinking about on the subway?"

Mercury threatened to crack the thermometer. But still. She was reticent to go there. "I already told you. It was nothing."

"Come on. You were as red as my clown nose."

She pressed the cool glass to her sweaty forehead. The flight of fancy had been completely inappropriate, not to mention out of character. She knew exactly what telling him would lead to, the direction in which this conversation would race. Tacky and cheap, belonging to a $3.99 a minute hotline.

And yet. She was grateful to have a husband she could blush around, whom she could fantasize about, whom she wanted to fantasize about. Besides. It'd been a stretch since they'd last made love. Tacky and cheap might be just what the Doctor of Laughter ordered.

She let the cognac trickle down her throat. Knuckles dragged up and down her breastbone. Her forearm brushed her pebbled nipple. A drop from the faucet plopped.

"Do you want to continue this?" she asked, an eager if uncertain invitation.

"Yeah," he purred. That rasp, the one positive of his cigarette addiction. "But I'm- I'm not sure what's next."

Neither was she, not quite. The next steps felt at once natural and as if they belonged to an unread novel on a hotel bookshelf. But it was him, so it would turn out all right. They'd figured it out every time before. "Tell me what you're wearing," she said. "Or what you're thinking about. Whatever you want."

"I'm in my pajamas. Um. I found my old journal when I was cleaning. I hadn't read it for years - it has everything from when I met you. Anyway, I read what I wrote our first night together? I'd wanted to touch you so badly and-" He gave a throaty laugh. "And all I knew what to do was squeeze your breast too hard."

The recollection struck a match in all the right places. She'd wanted him, too, more than was smart after such a short acquaintanceship. There'd been something that'd set him apart immediately. Whenever he'd looked at her, her heart had skipped to a new but familiar beat. His good looks, his kindness. Passion and flair hiding beneath a surface shyness, a mask you could see through if you took an extra minute.

"You knew how to look at me. How to listen. How to be gentle." She caressed her hip absentmindedly, a movement that soon became deliberate. "And when not to be."

Her knee shifted to rest on the lip of the tub, opening herself to the warm water. "I wouldn't want you to be gentle now," she whispered, and tugged at the curls between her thighs.

"I wouldn't be." Ragged breaths tempted over three hundred miles. A muted moan that meant he was palming his shaft. Her own palm felt empty. How she hungered for him to be in her grasp. Then he asked, "What- What did you pack for bed?"

"The blue nightie you gave me. The one that ties at the neck." It was six years old but a perennial favorite for both. The approval that'd radiated from him when she'd modeled it flashed in her memory. Strokes blazed at the crease of her thigh. "I'll wear it tonight - unless you want me to sleep naked."

A husky chuckle before he pressed her. Again. "Tell me what you were thinking about on the train. I wanna know."

Fingertips dipped to where she ached for him. Lower to tease plush, squishy flesh, plump with desire. Her eyelids fluttered shut, returning to the occasions she'd pleasured herself in front of him, both when he was inside of her and out. Even on the occasions he wasn't able to get hard, he loved it, asked her to do it again. Holding her. Stealing her breath from her mouth. Covering her hand with his. His thumb taking over until she cried his name.

Fever rippling through her arteries, she tapped her slick nub, body throbbing with need. She cleared her throat. She thought she'd lost her ability to be bashful with Arthur. But dirty talk didn't come as naturally now that she was alone, not the way it did when it was foreplay. When she'd beg him to fuck her, plead for more, more, more.

Yet, she wasn't alone. Though he was afar, she was abuzz with his presence. Spreading joy and happiness to others, always entertaining his audience, he was the performer in the relationship. Tonight the performer became the audience, and she was putting on a show for one.

A show she'd drag out a bit longer. Make it worth his while. "I'm touching my clit, Arthur. Slow and soft, like your tongue. God, I wish it was your tongue. You feel so good."

He groaned. Her grip on the telephone tightened, knuckles gone white. "When we were on the train," she began. "I imagined you shushing me. Your breath was hot on my ear. I wanted you to put your hand on my skin, down my skirt." Her strokes halted while she laughed. "I don't know why. I wasn't even horny."

"You're horny now."

"All hot and bothered."

A grunt came through the copper wire, luring her along. Her foot pressed the tub's curved rim. Splashes of imagery knotted her belly. The play of light on his slender abdomen when he'd put on a shirt. How his biceps flexed when he'd wash his hair. The tightening of his brow the second he lost himself to euphoria. The musky weight of him on her tongue.

She rubbed herself a little harder. A steady, firm pace. "When I come I feel your cock at my back-"

"Keep talking."

"-and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning, because I know you'll fuck me as soon as we walk through the door."

"Oh, fuck..."

Water licked at her labia with each flick of her wrist, awakening every nerve ending, cresting wave upon wave of sensation. She shoved the receiver under her jaw, lifted her shoulder to lock it in place. Cradled her breast, nipples just at the waterline Lapping, lapping, lapping. She circled the right with her middle finger, wishing her hand was as large as Arthur's, so that she could play with the left. Shivering, her knees drew together and upward, pelvis striving towards her wanton touch.

Splish, splash. Splish, splash.

A growl rumbled out of him. "I- I'm gonna come."

"Yes."

She was there. She was there. About to fly over the edge, her feet about to leap. Gasps caught in her throat. Half his name lost in a whimper. The peak of delight finally reached...

The phone tumbled off her shoulder and plunged into the water. Landed on the fiberglass. An unenthusiastic thud.

"Shit, shit-"

Locked in spasm, she watched air bubbles rise from the sunken plastic. It was hard to move mid-orgasm. Her legs weren't yet in the Jello stage. Hanging onto the towel bar, she stood on very shaky ankles.

She plucked the receiver from the water, shook it out over the tub. Yanked the drain and placed the handset on the rim. Fingers a blur, she dialed their home number on the bedside phone. How quickly had Arthur realized she wasn't on the line?

Had he heard any of the denouement?

Nine rings and Arthur answered, out of breath but with a laugh. "What happened?"

She covered her face. "I dropped the phone. It's ruined." It would be the one time she would pay a fee for damages.

"Oh. Well, I was just cleaning up."

The cord twined through her fingers. "Did you?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Me, too."

"I know. I heard half of it."

Giggling, she excused herself to dry off. Pulled the clip from her hair, retrieved her nightie from her bag. She crawled between cool sheets, fluffed her pillow, pressed Arthur to her ear.

"What'll you do tomorrow," he asked, scratching his cheek.

A Department of Labor inspector would give a presentation on the Severe Violators program, a list of closely monitored companies that violated labor laws like it was a talent and never lifted a finger to change their ways. The padding to their bottom lines was bigger than the fines. She'd chatted with the inspector during a break.

"ACE Chemicals being on the list isn't a surprise. But Wayne Steel?" A sharp inhale before she yawned the rest. "I hadn't even heard of them."

"You're tired.”

"No. Relaxed. Happy. But not tired." She curled up on her side, burrowed deeper into the blankets. "This bed is empty. I have no one to press up against." Another yawn betrayed her.

At her third, Arthur interrupted. "Y/N, go to sleep." A grin in his words, like he was about to call her cute. "You need your rest."

"And why is that?"

His voice lowered to the volume of secrets. "Because when you get back, I'm going to fuck you as soon as we walk through the door."

Her eyes went wide, then she burst out laughing. A wave of dizziness swept through her. She brought the heel of her hand to her forehead. "What time'll you wake up tomorrow?"

"Six, probably. Maybe 5:30?

"Let's have coffee together. I'll make a cup at 6:15."

He agreed before she'd completed the request, said how dearly he loved her. And, yes, to her consternation, called her cute. She kept the eyeroll out of her reply. "You're wonderful, too. Now take your own advice and get some sleep. No journaling until dawn. All right?"

"All right. Have a good night. And Y/N?"

She was already fading, his lilt her favorite lullaby. "Yeah?"

"Wear your blue nightie for coffee. I’ll be in my briefs."

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[xoxoxoz]

Premyuda Meeboonrod (Moa) x F!reader

📝: Even though you’ve rejected her confession, Moa has not stopped pampering you and you made it clear that you did not feel the same. But why does it bother you when you see another girl flirt with her?

⚠️: high school au, popular jock Moa, unpopular nerd reader but not your typical nerd because she can bite back when she wants to, swearing, sick love puppy Moa, some nsfw scenes but not full smut, g!p Moa

A/N: I’m actually unsure if her surname is ‘Mibunrot’ or ‘’Meeboonrod’ because Google tells me both are correct

You sighed at seeing another strawberry milk held in front of your face. The person holding it, moved the carton aside to reveal herself and you already knew who it was.

“Moa, you already gave me one this morning”

She shrugged. “And? You deserve to have as many as you want”

“Hey Y/n, can I have those extra notes for calculus please?” A boy from your class appeared but Moa was not having it.

“She’s busy. Keep walking”

The boy’s eyes widened when he realised it was Moa who was talking to him so he sped off within a second.

“He was just asking for notes”

The Thai girl huffed. “He can get them later. I just want to have some time with you. You free after school? I heard there’s a festival happening”

You pushed your glasses up and released a second sigh. “Moa, I’ve made it clear to you a few days ago that I don’t feel the same way so no matter how hard you try, my decision won’t change”

“That’s okay. I just want you to have some fun for once. You can’t keep spending your time behind books” she simply said and leaned against the lockers.

She was looking down at you with so much desperation and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find her attractive. You actually marked her as your number 1 hottie in the school but it’ll make her go insane if you told her.

While you were lost in examine her charming features, she took the moment in tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed at the contact but the bubble was bursted when a loud Yunah and Chanelle appeared.

“Hey there you are, captain! Been looking all over for you” Yunah exclaimed happily before noticing your presence. “Hey nerdy”

“Hey twig” you spat back, your mood going sour.

“Still doing calculus, nerdy?” She tilted her head in a way to mock you.

“I’ll stop doing calculus once you learn how to score a goal” you smirked, noticing how Yunah’s smile dropped almost instantly.

“Ouch” Chanelle held back a cackle.

“I’m going. Bye” You grumbled and slammed your locker close before turning on your heels.

Moa quickly held your wrist. “Wait Y/n, about the festival tonight, could you at least think about it? Please?”

You pulled your wrist back gently. “Fine. I’ll think about it” You replied and continued your leave.

Moa watched you disappear within the sea of students. “Stop being a dickhead, Yunah. You’re ruining my chances even more”

“She rejected you a few weeks ago, can’t you give up? There’s so many other girls around here that want you”

Moa looked down at the milk carton in her hand, thumb gently going over the permanent marker that said ‘For my Y/n <3’. “But she’s the only girl I want”

“Well what makes her so different then?” Chanelle was the one to ask.

“For one, she’s smart, and hella pretty. But something about her not wanting me just makes me want her”

“Sounds weird. Hey you gonna drink that?” Yunah asked and pointed down at the strawberry milk.

Moa moved it away from her reach. “It’s for Y/n”

“Wow, can’t even help a friend in need. I’m hurt” Yunah jokingly clutched her heart.

“Let’s go”

Once lunch had hit, you got your tray and sat with your friend group at a table. The group consisted of Youngseo, Jeemin, Jeongeun, Jiwoo, and Funa. You all shared the same classes but unlike you, they were in the student council.

Youngseo has tried convincing you in joining but you claimed you wouldn’t have the time for it.

“Did Moa try again today?” Jeemin asked while pointing her chopsticks at you.

“Yeah she did”

“Moa seems really nice, Y/n. Why won’t you give it a shot?” Jiwoo asked next.

“Because she’s not my type”

“Liar. Your eyes say otherwise” Jeongeun teased.

“You’re delusional”

“So you don’t care that a chick is literally confessing to Moa right now?”

You frowned and looked back, seeing that a girl from your English class was holding a container of bibimbap while standing by Moa’s table.

“M-Moa, sorry to be disturbing you at this time but I’d like to say that I admire you alot to the point I want to spend more time together. Are you okay with that?”

You would usually ignore something like this but since it involved the Thai student, you just had to listen.

Moa shook her head and smiled apologetically. “Thank you for the bibimbap but I can’t accept your confession, I’m sorry”

You felt a hint of satisfaction at seeing the girl’s smile falter. “Oh…May I ask why?”

Moa shrugged. “I’m just not interested in dating right now”

“I’ll make sure you’re interested, just a chance please?” The girl stomped her foot like a child, surprising your group and Moa’s.

“Hey lady, she doesn’t want you okay?” Hyewon, who was sitting next to Moa, had spoken up while juggling a soccer ball between her hands.

“It’s gonna be worth it, trust me Moa. Don’t let me be the 10th girl you’ve rejected”

Seeing the girl’s persistence was boiling your blood. Why can’t she take no for an answer? You didn’t even realise you had abandoned your table and approaching the scene.

“Uh Y/n?” Funa called.

“Uh oh this is not gonna go well. Y/n get your ass back here right now!” Jiwoo yelled but you were too focused on the girl who was now grabbing onto the Thai girl’s arm.

“Hey Moa, we’re still on for tonight right?” You said with a sweet smile.

Moa’s eyes widened. “Errrr…”

“Tonight?” The girl questioned.

“Yeah, Moa is taking me on a date at a festival tonight. Just wanted to make sure she didn’t cancel on me like last time” you scrunched your nose.

“Are you two together or something? Is that why you’re rejecting me Moa?!”

The said girl’s shocked expression slowly changed into a smirk, feeling a bit turned on by your jealousy.

“We’re not together but she’s not available either” you answered despite seeing the stupid smirk the Thai had.

The girl stomped her foot once again and ran off with a frustrated scream. You had to cover your ears for a second.

“She’s screaming like that at this grown age?” Hyewon commented.

Still feeling pissed off, you grabbed Moa’s wrist and dragged her out of the cafeteria. She yelped at your sudden strength but who was she to complain? You’re almost holding hands hehe~

She was broken out of her love daze when you led her into the soccer girls’ locker rooms. Luckily, it was empty.

Moa sat on the bench while you stood in front of her, leaning your back against the lockers. You closed your eyes for a bit to calm yourself down from the recent fiasco.

“You’re hot when you’re jealous” You heard Moa say, making you snap your eyes open.

“I wasn’t jealous. I was just annoyed at the girl for not leaving you alone”

Moa leaned back on her palms to man spread. Your eyes darted away from the view of her crotch. “There’s no need to be shy in admitting in, Princess. I’d be jealous if I saw some dude handing you flowers”

“I wasn’t jealous!”

“Yeah and I’m straight” Moa snickered.

“Fuck off. Be grateful I saved you”

“I can handle confessions like that easily. It’s not the first time” She gave you a toothy grin.

Fuck this. Fuck that girl. Fuck Moa for being so fucking hot right now.

“Oh for fuck’s sakes” you sighed and rush to sit in Moa’s lap, pulling her in by the jersey to smash your lips together.

Her hands slid under your skirt to hold you closer by the ass, not forgetting to give a gentle squeeze to both cheeks.

You moaned into her mouth as you hooked your arms around her neck, feeling her lips travel from your jawline to your neck.

“M-Moa”

“Dreamt of this for way too long” she muttered into your skin.

It boosted your ego up a bit.

“Yeah? You think of me while jerking off? Fucking pervert—AH!” You squealed at the feeling of her bite.

“You talk too much. Maybe shoving my dick in your mouth would fix that”

“I know you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Shit, have you always been this annoying?” Moa hissed while squeezing your ass harder.

You started to grind your crotch against her’s. “You’re the one who—oh fuck—who wants me”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I won’t fix that fucking bratty attitude of yours”

You whined at her words. Having your guts rearranged doesn’t sound so bad.

“Uh hello is anyone in here?” Moa’s coach called, hearing her footsteps get louder.

Moa softly pushed you off her lap to grab your hand and pulling you into the last shower stall. The coach started to walk around, trying to hear any strange noises while Moa had you pressed up against the cold tiles with her hand over your mouth.

“Stay quiet. She’ll leave soon” She whispered and you nodded.

While Moa’s eyes peeked out to see if the coach had left, you decided to be playful by reaching down to squeeze her hard bulge. She hid her face in your neck.

“F-Fuck, don’t do that” she hissed.

You chuckled and moved your hand underneath her pants and started slowly jerking her clothed dick.

Once the coast was clear, Moa grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head. “You’re so fucking bad”

“And you liked it. Bet you almost came”

“And you wish all that cum was dumped down your throat”

“Im hungry after all” you teased.

“I’d be down for that but let’s not do it at school please. Also still wanna take you out before we do anything else”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “Alright alright, I’ll go to the festival with you”

“Really?!”

“But if you bore me, I’m walking home”

Moa released your wrist and hugged you tightly. “You won’t regret a thing”

“Uh Moa”

“Hm?”

“Get your boner down before we leave”

“So fix it”

“You literally just said you didn’t wanna do it here!”

“Im messing with you. Just give it a few minutes”

It took longer than expected but once you were both out of the locker room, both friend groups were waiting outside with crossed arms and not so happy faces.

“Maybe have some human decency to not fuck in a public locker room?” Jiwoo arched a brow.

“We didn’t fuck….just talked” You half lied, not wanting to say that you two had some lip locking action and some hand to dick action.

“Yeah. Right.” Yunah smirked before looking at Jeemin.

“Hey cutie”

Jeemin pushed her glasses up and smiled widely with a cute little wave. “Hi”

“Let’s all go to class. I’ll wait for you outside the school” Moa smiled sweetly at you.

“Ok Romeo. But one thing before you go” you said.

“What’s that?”

You quickly kissed her cheek before grabbing Funa’s hand and running the opposite direction. “See you later!!”

Jiwoo groaned and got the other girls to run with her to catch up with you.

Moa felt a bit dizzy. “Woah”

“I guess you won” Chanelle smiled and shook Moa’s hand who was still knocked out of reality.

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[panickinganakin]

stepping stones to hell ch. 13 (ronance fic)

hello! all previous chapters of this fic can be found here.

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The drive to the hotel was a fairly quick one. Within twenty minutes Nancy and Robin were getting out of the car. “I haven’t actually booked a room yet, so let’s hope there's a vacancy.”

Before Robin could stop herself the words sort of tumbled out of her mouth, “You can stay in my room.” She knew she had said them fast, she had wondered what they sounded like to Nancy; were they coherent or a jumbled up mess? Robin had a knack for producing word salad at the worst times, unfortunately.

Nancy was pulling out her bag from the trunk but she had paused to raise an eyebrow in Robin’s direction. “Are you sure? If they have an open room I don’t mind getting one. I don’t want to intrude in your personal space.”

Robin shrugged, trying to act more nonchalant. “I don’t mind. I have my own room anyways. You can totally crash my party.”

Robin could see Nancy smile as she shut her trunk. She grabbed her own things from the back of Nancy’s rental car before they started heading for the entrance. “Well, if you’re sure. It’ll be like a sleepover or something.”

Luckily for them, the check in process was painless and within a few moments they were using the elevator to head up to the ninth floor. “This place is pretty snazzy. Have you stayed before?”

They stepped off the elevator and Robin nodded, “Yeah. We actually stayed here last year once. The free breakfast is soooooo fucking good.”

“Do they have a waffle iron?”

“Oh yeah. And, they have a whole bar of toppings. Chocolate chips, dark, milk and white chocolate. Peanut butter, whipped creams, strawberries, blueberries.” Robin was sure she got the point but it was hard to stop herself from saying every item she remembered.

“You’re making me hungry,” Nancy said fondly.

Robin used the keycard to enter the room. It was very seventies themed in the best way. The walls were a shade of rusty orange with accents and swirls of dark green throughout. In the middle of the room was one huge king sized bed with a green comforter and tan colored sheets and pillows. Robin didn’t think about the fact that not every single hotel room in the world had at least two beds. “Uhm, last time I stayed I had a room with two beds. I’ll sleep on the floor though.”

Nancy pushed past her, laying her bag on top of the bed before pulling off her combat boots. “You’re joking right? We can both sleep on the bed. This thing is ginormous.”

Robin smiled, “Right. We can share the bed. Adults do that.”

Nancy let out a small laugh, “Adults, friends, other… things. They share beds all the time. It isn’t weird. Unless it is for you? I didn’t think about that. I totally get it if you aren’t comfortable sharing the bed. It was rude of me to assume-“

Normally Robin was the one rambling on so it was nice to stop Nancy for a change. “Nance, we can share the bed. It’s okay. I will, however, lay claim to the first shower. Drumming is a very warm profession.”

She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a pair of shorts and a Billy Joel shirt. This pairing was her typical PJ set on tour. Robin had an assortment of comfort clothes. This PJ set was to her on tour what her Bowie shirt was to her when home.

The shower was interesting. It was a large stand up area rather than a tub and only had half the glass. It seemed like the design would make a mess but after Robin had finished washing herself and her hair, the floor on the outside was still impressively dry.

Robin toweled herself off before sliding into her clothes. She looked in the mirror and her makeup was smeared rather than gone. Her lipstick was smudged on the sides of her lips while her eyeliner looked like a black eye. She sighed, “Hey, Nance,” she called. Maybe she would have something better to take it off.

She heard the bed creak before Nancy rounded the corner, “Oh, my,” Nancy said before letting out a giggle.

“What? You don’t like my new look?” Robin asked, pretending to be genuinely offended.

“Come on, I have some remover.”

She motioned for Robin to follow her. She snagged a washcloth from the rack and pointed to the bed, “Sit,” she instructed.

Robin sat as she was told while she watched Nancy dig around her bag. “This stuff works wonders,” Nancy said after pulling a pink bottle from the clutch. “Here, close your eyes. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” she promised after Robin gave her an apprehensive look.

After Nancy dabbed some of the lotion-like substance onto the towel Robin finally closed her eyes. As Nancy had promised, she was gentle. She moved the cloth around both of Robin’s eyes. “I didn’t realize how many freckles you had.”

“Oh, I have a ton. I always have. My mom said it was because she let me play in the sun too much as a kid.”

The comment made Nancy laugh lightly, “Hmm, maybe.” She paused for a moment before asking, “What’s your mom like?”

Robin thought about the question as Nancy still worked on removing her makeup. “Uhm. Fine I guess? They are? She was? Ugh.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if it’s not a comfortable topic.”

“No! It’s totally fine. It’s just my parents were kinda iffy about the whole lesbian thing and the music thing. More so the music. They wanted me to go to some big school and earn a fancy degree. I think they wanted to be able to tell their friends at all their little dinner parties how successful I was. When I came out I received the typical ‘Oh we always envisioned our future full of grandkids.’ response. Which of course isn’t fair to me. They should have had more than one kid, ya know? Then when I told them I decided not to go to school because Corroded had a record deal, oh boy. They blew their tops.”

“They said that it was irresponsible. I was throwing away everything they had worked so hard for. It wasn’t about me at all. It was about them. Their image, their social status. It was just exhausting.”

Nancy pulled the cloth away from Robin’s eyes so she opened them. Nancy was standing so close to Robin.

Normally Robin stood a good six inches taller

than her. It was the first time Nancy was the one towering over. “Your lips?” Nancy held the towel back up to Robin's face.

She took it as her cue to stop talking. As Nancy ran the towel over Robin’s lips gently, she knew her face was turning red. This was the closest they had ever been besides hugging. This felt oddly more intimate. Nancy was helping remove her lipstick. She was touching her lips. Nancy’s cheeks were turning pink. Was she thinking the same thing too?

Robin looked into Nancy’s eyes but she was staring at Robin’s lip. Her heart felt like a huge butterfly in her chest. Of course she’s staring at your lips, idiot. She’s literally taking lipstick off them. Shut up. She argued with herself in her head.

Nancy paused for a second, the two of them locking eyes. She knew the redness of her face was probably creeping down her neck because it was for Nancy too. She pulled away quickly, sitting down beside Robin, the two of them looking straight ahead instead of at each other.

“Sorry,” Nancy finally said in almost a whisper.

“Thanks for helping me,” was all Robin could respond.

“I should use the shower now,” Nancy said before getting up to gather her things.

Robin sat on the bed listening to the water run for a few minutes. She picked up the paper on the nightstand, searching for room service. Pizza and bottle service were the only two things offered twenty-four hours of the day.

Luckily for her, they had discussed pizza on the phone last week which meant Robin knew to order a supreme pizza for her.

After calling in their order she started moving both of their things off the bed so it was clear for them to sit and sleep on. She stacked their things off in the corner neatly before turning on the television.

When Nancy made it out of the bathroom Robin was hunkered down beneath the blanket completely lost in Beetlejuice. “Ooh, I love Winona Ryder,” Nancy said excitedly. She slid beneath the blanket, staying on the other side of the bed.

“Me too. This movie is so good. I also have the biggest crush on Geena Davis.”

“Ooooh, so is that your type? Tall? Gorgeous? Long hair?” Robin asked with a light hearted tone.

“I mean, not necessarily. I don’t think I have a type. I just enjoy pretty women. Of course all women are beautiful so a lot of women fall under the category of ‘Women who Robin Buckley could be, or probably is already, attracted to.’”

Nancy rolled her eyes before laughing, she opened her mouth to say something but a knock on the door interrupted her. “That must be our order,” Robin said.

“What order?” Nancy asked.

Robin opened the door and was a little surprised to see Steve and Eddie holding two pizzas and two bottles of wine. “What are you guys doing?” she asked them, raising an eyebrow.

They stepped through the door after she stepped to the side. They laid the food and drinks on the table and took a step back to the door. “We ran into the delivery guy, asked where it was going, and told him you were our friends. So, just wanted to drop that off and say goodnight.” Eddie gave a stupid grin that Steve mirrored.

“Yep, goodnight. Oh, and that we love you.”

Robin rolled her eyes, “Goodnight mom and dad.” She held the door open, motioning for them to go.

“Night guys!” Nancy called after them with a grin.

“Okay so,” Robin began, grabbing the boxes of pizza. She opened the top box up, it was Nancy’s. “This one is yours. Supreme, of course.” She sat the box on Nancy’s lap before moving back to the table to pour them both a cup of wine in the plastic cups provided by the hotel.

“This looks delicious, thank you.” Nancy said when Robin took her seat beside her again.

She passed Nancy her cup and sighed, “A perfect night.”

“So it seems.”

The two started eating their pizza in silence before Nancy laughed, “What?” Robin raised an eyebrow.

“I still can’t believe you eat cheese pizza. Just cheese. Not even sauce.”

“Oh don’t start this again,” Robin groaned, pretending to be irritated. When they had the discussion on the phone about pizza Nancy had been absolutely shocked at how plain Robin liked hers. It wasn’t just pizza really, “I’m sort of picky eater. Like, I enjoy a ton of food but I usually like it plain. Like I like most things that’s on your pizza right now but not on the pie itself. I like those separately. Putting them all together on a pile of sauce and cheese is a little icky to me.”

“Icky? Are you two?” she laughed lightly.

“Be nice to me or you’ll have to go rent your own room and watch the meteor shower tomorrow alone.”

“You wouldn’t?” Nancy put on a good shocked expression, looking stunned and offended all at once.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” Robin nudged her elbow into Nancy’s arm playfully, “I intended to spend every second we can together.” Pink danced across Nancy’s cheeks and she took a bite of her pizza, trying hard to hide her grin. “That’s what I thought,” Robin added.

After the movie was over and the pizza, including one bottle of the wine, was gone, the two decided they should build a blanket fort. Hotels had a way of always putting out more sheets, pillows and blankets than one room could ever need. It was the perfect plan.

They worked together to move two chairs in the room across from each other further apart than the bed. They draped two sheets from the bed to the entertainment center. They had three more sheets in the closet which they used one with a comforter to make a pallet inside the fort and the other two to hang down the chairs so there was no outside light coming in.

“That was tough work,” Nancy said after they were laying side by side.

“We could be interior designers or something. If our careers ever start to slip maybe that’s a good backup.”

Nancy smiled and gave a huff of a laugh, “Paid to build semi-okay blanket forts.” She laughed again, shifting herself up to reach for her wine glass. Her opposite hand brushed against Robin’s.

Robin knew her face was turning red but it was lucky the lighting in the fort was bad. If not, maybe she would have been able to blame it on the alcohol. There were no words spoken between them for a few long moments and Robin was able to absorb Nancy’s presence. “I’m glad you came, Nancy. I know I’ve said it, but I’m so happy you’re here.” She spoke quietly.

It was true, of course. Not only had she missed the woman but if it weren’t for her, she would be alone in this hotel room now. Laying in the boring bed rather than a fort and probably already asleep. “Can I say something? Even if it’s sappy and maybe sad?”

“Anything,” Robin encouraged.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend. Like the girls at work, they are my friends. But it’s been so long since I’ve had a soul bond type of friendship. I’ve been lonely for so long. You’re my best friend, Robin. I mean it so deeply. I know it’s only been a few weeks but I think about you everyday and I’ve missed you so bad since you’ve been gone.”

Robin’s own confession burned in her throat as tears threatened to line her vision. She couldn’t say she knew exactly how Nancy was feeling because she was close with everyone in her band. But, she had felt lonely in other aspects. Nancy had said their friendship was a soul bond. Did that mean that she only saw her as a friend or she was hesitating from calling it what it really was?

Her silence must have lasted too long because Nancy let out a weak laugh, “I told you it was sad. I probably sound like a widowed cat lady or something.”

Robin chuckled light before sitting up, reaching for the wine Nancy held. “No, you mistake my silence. I know what you mean, well, sort of. I’m lonely too. I mean, not in the way that I don’t have people or friends around me. But, there’s always been a hole in me.” Robin’s hands were shaky as she lifted the glass to her lips, she tried hard to hold steady. “It’s probably cheesy but spending this time with you has sort of filled a void.”

Nancy smiled and even the darkness couldn’t conceal the pink that dusted her cheeks. “You’re right, that was cheesy,” she said softly.

Robin rolled her eyes and shoved her arm gently, “Oh shut up.”

She gasped, pretending to be offended. They fell back into their banter as if the moment had never happened but it had. Something so vulnerable they had both laid bare. It had changed something but not in a negative way.

Robin sat the empty glass at her feet before laying back on the pillows. “What should we do tomorrow?”

Nancy laid back as well, humming softly. “Mmm. Definitely visit a coffee shop. Maybe a bookstore, oooh, definitely a record shop. Then, I don’t know, we wait for the meteor shower?”

Robin nodded silently, “Don’t forget a thrift shop. We have to find t-shirts.”

A yawn from Nancy seemed to be the only confirmation she would give. For a moment they laid there, Robin sure Nancy had fallen asleep as her breaths became slower and deeper. She had just closed her eyes when Nancy shifted. She laid her head on Robin’s chest before whispering, “Is this okay?”

Robin wrapped an arm around Nancy, tucking her in tight letting the affectionate gesture be her answer. It definitely was okay and Robin would sleep better for it. “Goodnight, Nance,” she finally said softly but Nancy was already asleep.

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you just posted it and very much liked it :)

but also left me wanting to now see the vampire wasted on blood perhaps fluff ?? referring to that sucks bro :D

I'm so glad you liked it!

There's no vampire getting wasted in this one, but I promise it'll come soon :)

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Part 1

Part 2

That Sucks Bro, Part 3

The human squinted. “You realize that vampires aren’t actually sensitive to sunlight, right?”

“Wait, what?”

The vampire stood on the sidewalk, dressed head-to-toe in heavy dark clothing. Under their large umbrella, they wore a wide-brimmed hat and black heart-shaped sunglasses.

“Yeah. That’s just a myth.” The human looked them over. “Did you do any researched on this when you got turned?”

“Of course I did,” the vampire said, pouting. They closed their umbrella, and the human was once again certain that they would have blushed if they could. “But right after it happened, I got the worst sunburn of my life. And I just kinda figured . . . well, you know.”

“What were you doing that day?”

“Oh, just summer stuff. Barbecue with the family. Swimming in a lake. We made s'mores in the evening.”

“Did it ever occur to you,” the human said slowly, “that you just went swimming, and got a sunburn, like how normal people do?”

“Well, I uh . . .” The vampire stared at them. “Huh.”

“Please tell me that you haven’t also been avoiding garlic.”

“. . .”

The human sighed.

They grabbed the vampire’s hand, and led them into the store. “We are doing a whole bunch of google searches after this.”

Indoors, they were greeted with a series of aisles, reaching up to their shoulders. Each one was stacked top to bottom with red bottles.

The guy behind the counter glanced to the two of them as they walked in. “The donation centre is across the street, if you’re interested,” he said to the human. “You get twenty bucks a pint.”

“Thanks,” the human said, scanning the shelves. “But I’m just here to help this one buy their first blood.”

The vampire grabbed a bottle from the shelf and examined it. “Jeez. Why’s this stuff so expensive?”

“The $20 per pint might have something to do with it,” the human said. “Still cheaper this way than getting it in a bar.” They took the bottle from the vampire’s hands, and returned it to the shelf. “You don’t want that one though. AB negative will fuck you up.”

“You could always drink from your partner, there,” counter guy said. He flashed a fanged grin. “If you don’t like the price, just get the milk for free.”

The vampire’s eyes widened, and they held up their hands. “Oh, we’re not – ”

“How long will a single bottle last them, do you figure?” the human asked.

Counter guy's eyes scanned the vampire. “Lightweight like them? At least a month.”

“Hey, I’m not a lightweight.”

Both counter guy and the human shot them a glance that said “come on, look at you.” The vampire looked down and shoved their hands in their pockets.

The human kept their focus on the vampire. “Do you have a taste preference?”

“Do they have strawberry-flavoured?”

Counter guy barked out a laugh.

The human rolled their eyes. “Hey counter guy, what’s the most popular type here?”

“I’d say either O negative or A positive. Also, I have a name tag.”

“Thanks, counter guy.”

They grabbed a bottle of O negative from a nearby shelf and brought it to the front. Counter guy started to ring it up.

The vampire’s eyes followed the bottle in his hands. “So I just drink this, and I don’t have to eat food?”

Counter guy lifted an eyebrow. “Have you tried eating food?”

 “Yeah.”

“And how’d that go for you?”

The vampire frowned. “Okay, point taken.”

They paid, and counter guy handed the bottle over in a plastic bag. “I’d recommend drinking a little bit each day, rather than waiting a while and bingeing. Unless, of course, you’re trying to get totally smashed.”

They thanked counter guy, and walked out with the bottle in hand. They continued down the road for a time in comfortable silence.

“So wait . . . I can’t turn into a bat, can I?”

The human stopped. “Actually, I don’t know.”

They pulled out their phones, and began googling.

Part 4

#monster x human #human x monster #writing snippet #writeblr #vampire #vampyr #monster lover #writing #snippet #hero x civilian #civilian x hero #the vampire just read the first few paragraphs of a wikipedia article #and called it a day #tbh - me doing research #not a prompt

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Skinship

Word Count: 938

Warnings: Canon-typical Violence, mentions of Child Abuse/Neglect, and Character Death

A/N: Howdy, all. We interrupt your usual Cuphead course with some Dead by Daylight! I know this a hard tonal shift from usual works, but I promised myself that I'll write more self-indulgent stuff this year. And as someone who struggles with serious motivation issues, this was a triumph in my books!

Thank you for giving my little fic a chance!!

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“Soft” wasn’t a word Max got to use very often. Nor was it one he usually felt. 

Softness was reserved for the monochromatic world he saw on his pa’s television. The old-fashioned sitcoms with loving families, pearly white smiles, and the joyous laughter of children. The world where parents held their children tight while he watched from his cell, alone in the dark. 

It was reserved for the freshly laundered clothes Ma folded while she sat on the couch, ignoring the occasional rattle of her son’s chains in the other room. Her hands, milk-white with long, stick-thin fingers, always looked so small from his peephole. Easily swallowed up by pa’s shirts like a bunch of snakes wrapped in a blanket. Max had often wondered if it was as comfy as it looked; all wrapped up in clean, warm clothes. 

Not that he ever got to know. 

Then he finally broke free. 

Blood had coated his hands like hot, viscous paint as he trudged home– body heavy yet his heart alight. He silently passed the bodies of slaughtered police officers, hardly sparing them a glance as limped his way home. 

Max had found Pa closest to the porch. Mouth agape and eyes blank. Pa’s hair, once a shiny strawberry blonde, was matted with dirt, blood, and broken bits of bone. The sight was enough to bring Max to a brief pause. Then, with a low whuff through his nose, Max turned away. 

Calmly, Max limped inside– leaving the crows to caw and peck at what remained of Pa’s head.

He had been happy that he had the home to himself now. That no one was around to hurt him, insult him, or starve him like his family. That he could finally watch the TV in the living room as freely as he wanted. He no longer had to survive off scraps. 

He could finally sleep in a bed.

Time went by. The high of freedom fades away like the scent of fresh flowers; gone before he could truly savor it. He’s left behind with a house filled with bad memories. Awful, awful memories that refused to go away. 

Anger soon dug and burrowed into the squishy meat of his grey matter, consuming every moment with agony until all he could do was cry and wail. Wail and wail until broken furniture piled up around him. 

Even Pa’s old tv wasn’t enough to distract him from years of stolen childhood. The actors behind the screen with their gleaming smiles and pristine skin– were utterly free of the hell he had been forced into since birth. 

Max had shattered the screen without a second thought. Glass shards had bit and torn into his hands. He had felt blood– hot and wet– ooze out of the marred flesh of his knuckle; every movement, every twitch of his finger accompanied by a sharp sting. 

For a moment, the world was silent. 

Then a cry– shrill and high– broke the man from his stupor. A pig’s squeal. 

Max snapped. 

By the time he had come to, Max was standing over a dead hog and holding a bloodied hammer. 

He stared at the pig’s lifeless eyes, brain matter smattered against the ground. 

No. Soft isn’t a word befitting of him. Far from it. 

You, on the other hand… You were everything he wasn’t. 

Smooth, plump, and rounded cheeks that looked as soft as a peach. Eyes befitting of a baby doe, thick lashes and all. And your hands, unblemished and uncalloused, always seemed to remain clean despite the blood and grime of the fog. You reminded him faintly of the lace doilies Ma would occasionally use– delicate and pretty. 

Truly, you had no business being anywhere near him.

Yet here Max was– nestled under the sheets of his parent’s old bed (well, a copy of it at least) with you beside him. His hands nervously fist the thick quilts beneath him, pulse skipping a beat as you rest your head against his shoulder.

The pads of your fingers were feather-soft as you absentmindedly drew circles into his stomach. Each brush and stroke was slow and gentle as they quietly explored the twisted flesh beneath; curious yet tentative. All Max could do was lay as still as possible. 

He’s highly aware of his heavy, ragged breaths, a side-effect of his birth defects, and how painfully loud they were in the tiny room; of the dirt and grime that always seemed to coat his skin, as he could never wash them off thoroughly by himself; of the strange webbing of flesh between his fingers and toes. By all means, you should be disgusted by him. Not handling him as if he were made of glass–

A sudden brush against the side of his stomach startles him, pulling out a surprised, rumbly noise from his lips as he flinches. You stiffen beside him, lifting your hand as you look up at him with concerned eyes. 

“Sorry, hun. Did that hurt?” you ask. 

“No. Far from it”, Max wanted to say. It felt... Nice. He didn’t even know he could be ticklish. 

Instead, he settles for a garbled, inarticulate noise and a shake of his head. And thankfully, that’s enough for you. A smile settles on your lips. 

“Thank god. Lemme know if I ever hurt you, okay? Especially out of trials.” 

You resume your idle skinship, nuzzling into his shoulder. All Max could do is stiffly nod and let out a ragged chuff. A blanket of silence envelops the two of you once again. 

No. Soft isn’t in his routine. But he’ll fight tooth and nail if it means he gets to keep the one shred of warmth he’s ever had. 

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#my writing #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #mentions of child abuse #tw child neglect #max thompson jr #the hillbilly #dbd #dbd hillbilly #Max thompson jr/reader #Hillbilly/reader #gender neutral reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #slashers #slasher fucker

[dreamblasterharuka]

In Our Bedroom After the War

For @mt10lt20 with the prompt

Ello got an idea! But no pressure at all and feel free to ignore (cos life happens!) would really like to see your AU take on a Cipher, Pixy, Trigger as a fam. No specific characterizations from me. Your take!

Pixy and Merlin need to catch an early morning flight.

So it was mostly Pixy and Trigger, because I haven’t done anything with those two yet. I hope you enjoy! Title comes from In Our Bedroom After the War by Stars

Also on AO3

It felt like every time Pixy thought he got over his hubris, he was proved horribly, horribly wrong. Granted, he wasn’t dying this time, or doing his best to set the world on fire, but it certainly felt like it.

He blearily watched as the digital clock flickered to 3:31 a.m., hand still on the snooze button. Back when he was a young man, early morning flights and sleep deprivation were par for the course. Just get on the plane and pass out until arrival. Half of the time, he was up until an hour or two before he had to leave enjoying the local nightlife. After retiring from the skies, he still got up early by virtue of never having the luxury of sleeping in. An early flight should have been fine.

This was not fine. Pixy wasn’t a young man anymore. He was a civilian with a spouse and a kid, who worked normal, human hours. It really didn’t help that he rarely slept well without Cipher, and his buddy was on the other side of the continent for a contract. They were well out of harm’s way, but it didn’t ease any of his anxieties that something horrible would happen to them before they got home. When he got the opportunity to see them, he got over-excited and booked the first flight out.

3:32. As tired as he was, time was still moving forward, and he only had some much time to make it through airport security. He forced himself out of bed, and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He trudged down the hallway, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, to his daughter’s room. As expected, Merlin was still fast asleep, clutching her doggy.

The little stuffed animal was an impulse buy. Pixy saw the dog…wolf (it was orange, so it might’ve been a fox, but he personally thought it looked like a dog) and had to get it. Cipher gave him a lot of shit about the great Solo Wing Pixy, infamous mercenary, being forced to buy stuffed animals, but it was Merlin’s favorite and she carried it everywhere. So there.

“Merlin. It’s time to get up kiddo.”

She groaned, and honestly, he agreed.

“C’mon. We’re gonna go see Cipher.”

She shot right up, rubbing her eyes. “M’kay.”

“Do you need help getting dressed?”

She shook her head.

“Alright, I’m gonna go make breakfast now.”

“Okay.”

It was way too early, but the routine was mostly the same. Get the coffee machine working, only one cup this time, and only two slices of bread in the toaster. On other days, he would try to make something healthier, but this would have to do for now.

Merlin stumbled into the kitchen, fully dressed, and tugged on his pant leg. He scooped her up, sat her down at the edge of the sink, and poured her a glass of milk. When the toast was ready, he spread strawberry jam on both and passed one to her. They ate their breakfast in silence over the sink, way too tired to make any conversation. Cipher hated when he ate over the sink like this, but they weren’t there and Merlin was a good secret keeper. After finishing his off, he washed his hands and nearly poured water straight onto Merlin in a father of the year move, before helping her down.

Loading the car was easy. He still packed light, so it was easy to pack all of their stuff in one large duffel bag. Merlin was old enough to get herself situated, but she hadn’t gotten seatbelts down quite yet. They were still working on it, but it wasn't hard to help her. 

The streets were still night dark when they set out. It would be at least an hour before light would even begin to peak over the horizon. He kept an ear on the radio for any traffic updates, but he was pretty sure they’d make there before the morning rush got too bad. Aside from that, it was just boring local news. He tried to comment on them when he could think of something to say, since he read somewhere that it was good for childrens’ development, but she never responded. Hopefully she was listening, and he wasn’t just talking to the air. 

They made it to the airport several hours before they needed to be on the plane. Security was always hit or miss. Volunteering his services in the war and other shady backroom deals covered up most of his records, but sometimes people still remembered him from the documentary. At best, it was an incredibly awkward meeting with security. The extra time was for nothing, and they made it through fairly quick. 

Merlin wanted to walk all the way to the terminal on her own. Unfortunately, their terminal was halfway across the airport, which was just a little too much for the toddler, so he carried her most of the way. He did let her down for the conveyor belt hallways to race. Pixy only let her win half of the time, just to keep things exciting.

It was enough to tucker her out a little, and she seemed content to sit on his lap and point at different planes in her picture book. Every so often he was reminded how calm she was for her age. It had to have come from Cipher, because it sure as hell didn’t come from him. Most of his first memories were of causing problems and getting into trouble. 

The wait felt like an eternity. By the time the boarding call finally came around, they were both half-asleep. But the second other passengers started lining up, Merlin immediately perked up. As he carried her onto the plane, she kept bouncing up and down in his arms.

She clambered over to the window the moment he let her down at their seats. He was pretty sure she would smoosh her face into it if he let her. He had to tell her three times to sit down so he could buckle her. Even then, she leaned up as far as she could go, eyes sparkly.

To an outsider, she just looked like an excitable little kid flying for the first time, but Pixy knew better. He knew that look. He had seen it in the face of every pilot worth their salt. He saw it in Cipher. He used to see it in himself, but he knew that light dimmed well before the end. 

Cipher told him not to worry, but he couldn’t help the dread that pooled in his stomach. Flying was his passion, what he lived for, but it was entwined with pain and violence. For each good memory, there was a devastating loss. Every victory came with someone’s death, soldier or civilian. The world was constantly at the brink of war, and he didn’t have the faith in humanity to think that would change. He didn’t want that for her.

His stomach swooped as they finally lifted off the ground. Lingering anxiety from when he was shot down still clung to him like smoke, no matter how many times he’d done this by now.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!”

Merlin grabbed his shoulder and shook as hard as she could, which wasn’t very hard. She pointed to the ground, which was rapidly getting farther and farther away. They watched as people, then vehicles, then buildings all shrunk down and began to disappear. After a little bit of turbulence, they breached through the clouds into the clear sky above.

It all seemed so inconsequential from all the way up here. And maybe it was. Maybe he could afford to finally relax and let the chips fall where they may. 

Pixy settled in and watched his daughter watch the clouds. They still had plenty of time.

#ace combat #ciphixy #ciphixy fam au #solo wing pixy #cipher #trigger

[mybrainissquishy]

Your HCs are very cute… could I request some for agere Kei and cg Kaneda (and/or the reverse)? If you’d like to <3 I’m curious what you might think of!

I'm so down! Thanks so much for asking ^^

Kei Agere Headcanons

+ CG Shotaro Kaneda

Kei usually regresses to very small ages (approx. 0-3).

Her favorite little snacks are yogurt, applesauce and graham crackers, and her favorite little drink is strawberry milk. She likes to eat pretty much any soft food, though.

She doesn't have a lot of agere gear, but she does have a bear themed pacifier and her old baby blanket for comfort at very least.

While she's quiet most of the time, she babbles quite a bit when she regresses to around 2-3.

She's been a regressor since around 13, (younger folks who regress exist and are totally valid), and so her brother Ryu is used to it, though he's not very good at being a caregiver. Still, his presence makes her happy.

She's a very cuddly and clingy little one. She loves being carried, held, and rocked back and forth.

Her favorite time is nap time. She has a makeshift star projector that Ryu made for her, and she needs it to help her to sleep, regressed or not.

The first time Kei regressed around Kaneda, he was very confused on how to deal with it, but when he realized it was a similar situation to Tetsuo's, he slowly got the hang of it.

Kaneda is great at being affectionate towards her, because it's easier for him to deal with the smaller regressors. He feels babies are easier to be around than toddlers.

Kaneda loves calling Kei a bunch of random pet names every chance he gets. "Baby", "Sugar", "Sweetheart", "Dumplin", "Honeybunch", "Little one", "Sunshine", "Teddybear", "Munchkin", etc, etc. You name it, he's used it.

^ Kei's favorite out of all the various ones he's tried is his "Little Ladybug". It makes her feel super tiny.

Kei enjoys playdates with Kaori, because Kaori is quiet, and not as energetic as Tetsuo.

If Kei ever gets fussy, Kaneda is a SHOCKINGLY good singer, and he'll sing her lullabies until she feels better.

Kaneda always makes it a point to hold her close whenever he can, because he knows his sweet baby needs affection. Plus, he likes to feel important to her.

I hope you thought these were okay! Always feel free to come back and ask for more, I will gladly supply you with 'em.

#kei #akira 1988 #akira #akira agere headcanons #agere headcanons #sfw agere #age regression sfw

[shyvioletcat]

OKAY STAY WITH ME FOR A SEC. So the perils of writing/posting late at night is that I completely forgot the timeline of my story. I had to rework some things, because Rowan should have been in his new job for about a year *face palms*. the main joke is still there but the plot around Lorcan’s visit changed a bit. I’m so sorry, this is embarrassing. Please enjoy... again... if you wanted. 

How’s One To Know? Masterlist

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– – Day at New Job: 330 – –

Lorcan pushed the trolley through the grocery store aisles, his little companion sitting in the seat behind the handlebar. He’d come to Orynth for a break. His workplace was becoming a certain kind of hell and he needed out for a little while. Rowan seemed to be thriving here so Lorcan was curious to see why, see what had changed him so much. Right now Rowan was at home catching up on a few things, without that back breaking pace Maeve demanded over everything, and Lorcan had offered to take Ivy for a while so he could work uninterrupted. 

So he had picked Ivy up from her daycare and brought her with him on the grocery run to pick up some essentials Rowan had asked him to grab… and Lorcan decided that maybe he’d pick stuff up for dinner as well. It was more than Rowan had asked him to do, but he was the one who had offered his home to stay in—free of charge—and had been more than accommodating. Making dinner was the least Lorcan could do.

He felt little warm hands press over his and he looked down to see Ivy grinning up at him. “What are you doing there, huh?”

The only answer he got was a stream of giggles. 

“Well, I think we just need to grab some milk and yogurt and then we’re done,” Lorcan said. 

“And Da at home?” Ivy asked.

Lorcan nodded. “Yep, waiting just for you.” 

He booped Ivy on the nose and that earned him another giggle. The two of them wandered down to the milk and Lorcan put a three bottle in the trolley. Just a little further down was the yogurt and Lorcan grabbed a tub for himself. 

“Hmm, looks like we’re done.” He was about to head but then he noticed the sugary array in front of him. Yogurts and custards were on display in little pouches decorated with the latest cartoon characters to catch the attention of children. “How about a treat?”

“For me?” Ivy’s face was positively gleeful. 

“Yeah, bud. A treat just for you,” Lorcan told her. 

Her eyes went to the chilled shelves immediately, darting over everything on offer. “‘dere, Uncle Lor.” 

Ivy was pointing past the figurative bags of sugar to the flavoured milk. Lorcan obeyed the command and pushed the trolley down the aisle. 

“Yeah, these,” Ivy confirmed. 

“So, strawberry?” Lorcan guessed, reaching for a pink bottle.

“No.”

“Banana then?” He went to the next flavour on the shelf. 

“No, chocolate,” Ivy said, pointing with more fervour. 

Lorcan nodded, appreciating her selection. “Chocolate milk. Yeah, that’s the good shit.”

“That’s the good shit.”

Oh, he was a dead man. Lorcan froze, the small bottle of chocolate milk in front of him which Ivy was all too eager to relieve him of. Her little voice had echoed his words right back at him. With nothing left to do he laughed, a lot. It was too funny not to, and hopefully Ivy wouldn’t repeat it.

“You got that right,” Lorcan said, his voice still shaking a little and held out his fist for a fist bump. 

Ivy gave it to him, then used both hands to shake up the milk. Seeing the little girl so content with her treat, Lorcan knew his job was done and headed for the register. 

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The door of Rowan’s apartment opened and he heard his daughter before he saw her. Ivy was giggling at something Lorcan had said and she was nearly in hysterics. That sound brought a smile to Rowan’s face and he closed his laptop. He had got some work done, but nearly not as much as he would have liked to. There was a big project that he was working on for the company and it had him working out of office hours which was unusual. But Evalin and Rhoe would understand if it wasn’t finished quite yet. They were always more lenient on him because of Ivy, and he had told them he had a friend staying as well. They had nearly extended his deadline over that. Rowan had refused, he had this under control. It was so vastly different from how his workplace had once been. 

“Da!”

Ivy ran to where Rowan was sitting at their modest dining table and he caught her. He hugged her tight, taking comfort in the way she hugged him back. It would have lasted longer if not for the something digging into his shoulder, which made Rowan pull her down to sit on his knee.

“What do you have there?” Rowan asked, noting how Lorcan went to deposit more than one bag in the kitchen. He’d just asked him to grab some bread and milk, it was surprising he had more than that. 

“I gots chocolate milk,” Ivy said, holding the bottle up so he could see. “That’s the good shit.”

The rustling in the kitchen stopped and Rowan very slowly turned around to face his friend. Lorcan looked both nervous and amused, Rowan was just plain mad.

“You taught my daughter to say what?’ Rowan’s voice was lethal. 

“It just slipped out,” Lorcan said, trying to brush it off but his laughter ruined it for him. “Come on, it’s funny.” 

Rowan’s traitorous lips did twitch. If she hadn’t sounded so godsdamned cute while she said it, it would be much easier to stay mad. 

“You like some, Da?” Ivy offered him the bottle. “It’s good shit, Uncle Lor says so.” 

Uncle Lor lost it completely at that, laughing without restraint in the kitchen. Ivy started too, knowing she’d made the joke but not knowing exactly what it was. With the two of them laughing Rowan couldn’t help it and he joined in too. 

“No thank you, my love,” Rowan told his daughter, kissing her silky hair. “That’s all for you.” 

Lorcan finished up in the kitchen, sitting down at the table with a sigh and a beer in his hand. “Get much done?”

Rowan shrugged in reply. “Enough for now.”

He remembered when enough was never good enough, those night and early mornings where he would work himself to the bone. Nowadays he not only enjoyed life, but he enjoyed work as well. It was strange. Looking at Lorcan he wondered if he was starting to feel the same strain that eventually had led to Rowan breaking. We wondered if there was an ulterior motive to his reclusive friend visiting him out of the blue. 

His thoughts were broken by Ivy taking a sip and muttering to herself, “Hmm, good shit.”

The hand over his mouth did nothing to hide Lorcan’s laughter. 

Rowan lent over, swiping the beer before his friend could take a sip. “You are never babysitting again.”

Lorcan snorted. “You try telling that to her.” 

Of course Lorcan would use that line of argument, he was Ivy’s favourite uncle. It was just a shame that they didn’t get to see each other all that often. Maybe, after a few more days, Rowan might be able to convince Lorcan that Orynth had more to offer than the bleak existence he would return to. After seeing there was another way to run a publishing company that didn’t rely on such a totalitarian control, there was no way Rowan would ever go back. If he played his cards right, who knows what might happen.

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#it looks the same but it's different #trust me #i woke up this morning and was like #no... oh no #i'm a disaster #thank you for bearing with me #rowaelin fanfiction #how's one to know?

[wh0re-behavi0r]

Fuck it Friday

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It comes time for them to see each other. He has a key to Hen’s house for when the worst thing imaginable happens and so does she. He pushes the key in the lock, already smiling to himself and nods to Hen and Karen who are on the couch.

“Lemme taste,” he hears as he walks down the hall to Hen’s kitchen. “These ones! You’ve got to put them out for me this year. I prefer oat milk these days so remember that.”

“Dad doesn’t buy oat milk,” he hears Christopher next.

“Well, I’m sure I could convince him to.” And then Eddie sees it. Chris is smiling wide, frosting on his cheeks, Buck’s face mirroring his expression as he paints the side of the gingerbread house. Denny must be in the bathroom.

“Hey, Buck,” he greets, cheeks hurting as he smiles. He leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, kind of getting a taste of the sweet and tart strawberry frosting they made and humming in delight.

Sixteen Sentence Saturday or whatever

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Buck’s shuffling with his tie in the mirror. Eddie’s ready like always, dress shoes just waiting for him by the door. He waits in the doorway, slumped on it and Buck sucks his teeth. “Come ‘ere,” Eddie signals. He hates how Buck hesitates, and he doesn’t understand. Is he wanted? Is he hated? What’s the goal of all this?

Dr.Miller seems hellbent on getting them back together and Eddie’s willing to fight. With Shannon, he buried his head in the sand, dug his heels in as she tried to pry about where he was at. And he gets urges to do that here, but he’s not failing Buck more than he already has. He takes the tie in hand, a gift from Maddie, and fixes it straight. “You still don’t know how to do these, huh?”

Buck rolls his eyes and sighs. “I get it, I’m younger than our five year old.” Eddie opens his mouth to protest. It wasn’t a dig, it was meant to be a light—hearted joke. They aren’t there yet. Maybe they won’t ever be there again. He wants to tap Buck under his chin, a light and fond touch he used to do all the time, but he just leaves the room instead.

His husband follows behind. He turns around before he opens the door. “What if we stayed home? That’ll still be us doing the assignment, right? We can just watch a movie that you like—”

“And you’ll fall asleep.” He huffs out a tiny laugh.

“And I’ll fall asleep, but we would’ve gotten at least 20 uninterrupted minutes together.”

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[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Hello, hello, it's that time again! I'm about halfway done with Chapter Twenty-Four of YCDHN, so here's a scene for you!

The Olly, Oxen, & Free was a pub that had not been built so much as it had been carved out of the rock walls of the section of city known as the Liber Disk, and owned by a set of dwarf triplets. Molly made a dry comment that if your parents name you things that can be shortened to ‘Olly, Oxen, and Free’ you really didn’t have much of a choice other than to forgo all other options and name a pub after yourself, but the mead was good and therefore he forgave them for being predictable.

They were too deep underground now, and even with the knowledge that there was nothing covering the sky above them, it was no longer visible and that alone was enough to make Molly even edgier. Their confrontation with Reani had occurred just outside the city proper after Caleb dropped them on the mountain and Molly had expected something a little closer to those mountain towns right at the edge of the Empire- even fondly remembered a certain one with so little of a name to it that some mistakenly labeled it as part of Nogvurot even if it was at least sixty miles away from it. But no, Cali had led them downwards into a city built like an auger that was beautiful to behold and anxiety-inducing to keep moving downwards in. He would have been happy to have taken up in one of the taverns on the disk above this one, but Cali said this one was closer to where Reani was taking Fjord and Caduceus and she wanted to stay close.

She had both of her hands on a massive tankard of mead she wasn’t drinking, her lank hair falling to cover the dragon side of her face almost entirely, but when she pushed it aside a bit to speak to locals who came up on her while everyone else was collecting themselves and drinking, no one flinched away at her. Her dragon tail, curled beneath her chair, even thunked a little at the gentle conversation.

“People really seem to like you here, Cali,” Jester noted as she sipped a cup of goat’s milk, her nose wrinkling as she tried to decide how she felt about the taste.

“Oh… Yeah. They do.” Cali’s cheeks pinkened. “They’re some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. I wanna do right by them, so that’s why I help Reani with-“ She cut herself off. “Never mind. There’s a lot of stuff I can’t talk about, but I also don’t want you to be angry with her. Reani’s done a lot for me, but so have you and she knows that.”

“She must care a great deal for you to put aside her morals for us,” Caleb drawled. “Not to put more stones in my pockets, but we are, indeed, still assholes.”

Cali was no longer so much pink as she was the color of an unripened strawberry. “You got my letter?”

“Ja, it came at a… very good time for us.”

“Right after we almost got arrested for trying to do the right thing,” Beau shrugged and tried to draw attention to the blue roses in her high ponytail. “Happens to us a lot.”

She, predictably, reacted. “You’re even wearing the roses I got you!”

Jester showed off her own gifts and encouraged those who could at the table to do the same. “We’re all wearing your stuff, Cali. We thought about you all the time. I really wanted to write to you, but it’s been a lot, like, all the time.”

Cali buried her face in her tankard. “I understand. And I never felt anything bad about you for not writing. You’re all actually serious adventurers and heroes and I’m… well, I’m still working on what I am.”

“Ironic, considering you met us at our least serious and least heroic,” Molly chuckled into his drink. Cali gave him a deeply tragic look.

The next few minutes were a blur of Jester trying to shove as many details of the last year of incidents without giving away details that shouldn’t be shared in either public or with someone Lucien and Cree didn’t know- who were currently watching from their space at the table, judging every reaction and microexpression, though there was more of the former than the latter (even now Cali couldn’t keep her business to herself).

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Cree, Mr. Lucien,” she said, at the conclusion of the explanation. “You all have been through a lot, it seems. I’m sorry that the Empire is chasing you because of something that wasn’t your fault.”

“Shit,” Beau suddenly swore. “Should we have been disguising ourselves if those wanted posters made it this far north?” She eyed everyone in the tavern suspiciously, but no one so much as raised an eyebrow in their direction.

“Most people in the Wildlands don’t care for Empire business and after awhile bounty hunters stopped asking questions about you lot.” Cali sighed with relief. “It made it easy for Reani to let it go too, until you came into town like this. No offense, Mr. Lucien.”

Lucien made a noncommittal noise into his drink. Cree was the one to actually speak. “I have heard a great deal of what you are doing now and what we have been doing, but not so much about how you all even met.”

Jester leaned closer to her. “Do you remember when we went to investigate that safehouse in Berleben for my dad?”

“Aye.”

“Well, Cali was also looking for a-“

Cali made a sharp growling sound and then immediately covered her mouth. “Oh! I didn’t mean to do that. I’m so sorry, Jester, but… I, um… That is, Reani doesn’t know about my history with Serissa and her cult. I will tell her, eventually! But right now she just thinks I’m… I’m sort of a vigilante myself, just like her. And it’s been really nice.”

Molly lowered his tankard to the ground. “You know if you can’t tell your friend that you used to be in a cult, she’s not really your friend.”

“Exactly!” Nott exclaimed. “Lucien and Cree here were in cults and we don’t like them any less for it.”

“Thank you, Nott,” Cree deadpanned.

Lucien narrowed his eyes. “Oh is that so?”

Only Molly picked up on the sudden churning emotional dissatisfaction moving like storm-tossed waters in his head. His face remained a mask of blank consideration, while Cali dug her hole a little deeper.

“I just don’t want her to think less of me. She might look at all the things I did and not be as kind about it as you all were. I want her to like me so much… and I will tell her. I just… I need her to know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m a good person, despite everything I did for the Caustic Heart. Do you understand?”

The answer was a murmured assent that was less than convincing, but before Jester could rise to the occasion and help encourage Cali to be honest, Lucien slammed his tankard down with enough force that the contents spilled over onto the rough-carved woodgrain of the table. “So. Let me see if I’ve been followin’ this tale correctly. You wandered into the swamp with this girl- who openly admitted to formerly bein’ in one of the worst cults in all of Exandria, and trusted her word that she stood against them with minimal suspicion thrown her way?”

“I would not call it minimal,” Caleb deadpanned.

Jester deflated and sank down into her chair, her intentions forgotten. “There was a whole thing with a bowl and everything.”

“They definitely didn’t trust me, Mr. Lucien! But I also didn’t tell them all of this up front either. I deserved their wariness.”

Cali’s anxiety and the admittance of the Nein’s distrust was barely anything more than salt on the wound. They hadn’t bullied her or else she wouldn’t be speaking so kindly to them now. They hadn’t treated her or Cree with nearly the suspicion that they had given Lucien. That was all because of Molly, himself- he’d painted them a picture and they filled in the lines with their own biases. Lucien had walked into a game he couldn’t win before he’d even tried to play it.

“Seems to have worked out for you, though, eh?” Lucien leaned in a bit and Cali leaned back. She had the look of someone trying not to be uncomfortable because being uncomfortable might make the situation worse. “Wasn’t quite so easy for me.”

Cali, lighting on something, leaned forwards again. “What cult were you involved in?”

“Oh we don’t have to discuss that.” He waved her off. “We’ve done our bonding, haven’t we? Took a few months, but perhaps I’m not nearly as adorable as she is.”

Beau pursed her lips. “Man, I really wanna fight you on this, but I don’t think I can without looking like a dick.”

Lucien rested his chin on his knuckles and bared his teeth in a grin. “Oh, but I want you to try anyway.”

“All right, all right,” Molly cut in before the moment could go off like a lit match close to Nott’s cloak. “Point taken. Let’s move on.”

#cr fic #wip wednesday #you can't deny high noon

[romanceforransom]

caitlin hi!! it’s been a minute 😭 but omg let me tell you the surprise i got seeing channie + wolf chan in your insta this morning 😭😭 i hadn’t put together that you’re stay too 🥺 tell me about your cup sleeve event!! i’ve been wanting to go to the ones in my area but i am too shy to go alone LOL i will live vicariously through you 🩷🩵 ((also feel free to text me about skz/kpop in general, i will never say no)) ok kusjesss ✨💛

Ahh hi sarah!!! it really has omg, how are yoou?

Ahahaha surprise!! Yeah I am! Was pretty recent development tbh, only really started listening to them at the beginning of the year. A lot of my mutuals were posting about them and my tiktok started spamming me with their content so I just kinda got sucked in 😅

Yeah the cup sleeve!! It was sooo cute, obviously it was for chan and it was like in the downstairs of a bubble tea place so there was just an entire room dedicated to fanmade merch. It was honestly the sweetest thing! Got some cute little pcs and a phone charm 🥰 (and bubble tea ofc, it was this like strawberry boba nut milk thing and omg it was SO GOOD. Sad that the shop is like over an hour away from me or else I'd go back)

There was a lix one too on the same day that I'd planned to go to bc it worked out to be just round the corner from the other one but there were train strikes so I had to go home early 😭 Legit walked all the way over there, saw there was a massive queue and had to turn around and leave to go to the train station, so annoying. At least I got to go to one of them though!!

Omg no honestly I was so nervous!! I'd never been to one before and I was planning on meeting up with some girls I'd met on insta but we ended up going at different times so I just dragged my sister along (she isn't a stray kids fan but I promised to buy her lunch so it felt like a fair trade ahaha). It would be so great if we lived closer, I'd be so down to go to one with you :(( But yeah, let me know if you ever go to one! I'd love to know how you got on!!

And yess definitely I'd love to talk to you about it anytime!! Omg have you seen about their new comeback??? Funny calling it that like they ever LEFT but yeah ajjddhjf

Hope you're having an amazing day and it was so lovely hearing from you!!! Lots of love ❤️

#asks #sorry this took a while to answer!!

[the-astronomial]

~ The Astronomial's Beauty Bath Spell: ~

"Amora's Smile Enchantment"

(+ Beauty Spells tips)

Hi, darlings! This is my first ever post.

I'm super stoked to share this with you all. It's one I've come up with and customized myself. Hence, the weird name I've given it. It came straight from my grimoire, I made. Alrough, I'm gonna need to make a new one soon...

This is a beauty bath spell ritual, where a lot of areas can be customized, to fit your needs. Just follow the steps, in order. It's also, necessary to make sure you have a clear intention, of what results you want. Just some things to note, first!

You can use this to change or shift your features (manifestation), as long as you consider it beautiful and is what your heart, truly wants. For this, you're really going to need to, have a strong visualization technique. I reccommend, cutting out pictures to put together, to use during the spell. Such as pictures of what lips, eyes, etc. You may need to repeat this bath spell, at least once a week. Though this is really only if, you want quicker results.

That is one option, of what results this can bring in. But, if you're like me, you might prefer to embrace your natural beauty more. Or perhaps, just simply want to keep the features you are born with. Well, no matter! One can also, use this spell, to make their natural self, even more beautiful (enhancing your natural beauty). For this, your gonna need to know what you yourself, look like. The more detailed, the better. You can also, use a mirror or a photo of your current self, for this part. I'll get into more details, in the spell's instructions.

Something to mention, you can do this spell during a full moon, new moon, pink/strawberry moon, or a eclipse.

I don't reccommend doing this, during a red eclipse. I always noticed, a lot of negative energy can be more susceptible, to building up, during a red eclipse. Probably, because it's so powerful, to be honest. Anyways, this scenario can negatively impact spellwork. Hence, why I personally, don't reccommend it. You can do it, during this phase anyways, though. It's your choice, afterall! Just please, be extra careful in cleansing

So...

Let's get started shall we~? Time to, transform! ^_^

~ Ingrediants ~

So, you're going to need the following:

1.) Bath and bath water (obviously!) .

You could use milk, rose water, or moon water, instead of regular bath water. It'll make the spell stronger, since milk is known to be good, for beauty rituals. But, you don't have to, obviously. Just sharing ideas. Plus, I've never tried the moon water or rose water, before. But, I'd theorize they would work spendidly! If you try any of those, please feel free to share. I'm curious to see, if they'll work well. ;)

But yeah, anyways, I have done this with milk, and it's acually really nice! Totally, reccommended.

---Skip the part below, if not using milk! Sorry, got nerdy and lengthy, with it!---

It even has a lot of health benefits, such as being good for the skin. It'd be even better, if the milk is strawberry or vanilla flavored (especially, organic). That is because, strawberries and vanilla are associated with beauty, adoration, and glamour. To get deeper into this, in Paganism, strawberries are believed to be the fruit that's associated with the Greek goddess, Aphrodite. As for vanilla, I found out with research and experimenting with this spell, that it seems to enhance it. Although, I didn't really see anything, conforming this works in beauty spells. I did find out, vanilla is realated to innocence, adorableness, joy, childishness, the angels, and youth. So, I added it since beauty, falls in line with these traits.

2.) Sea salt. Make sure to use enough to purify and to have extra amount for the bath water spell. Can also, mix it with pink Himalayan salt.

3.) A bath soap that has a fragance, that's related to beauty. It can something like rose, lavender, chamomile, asters, etc. I personally, use lavender and Japanese Cherry Blossom bath soap.

4.) 1 pink, white, or red candle. This can be LED or a regular! Scent, don't matter. In fact you can be creative with this. You can carve beauty sigils, add hearts, decorate it, and do whatever you usually like to do with your spell candles. Just make sure it fits in with this spell. The more you make it work for you, while following directions (of course), the more I find the spell works. I always noticed, that more magickal energy, seems to flow in this this way, thus making the spell, stronger/more effective. Plus, good energy, is always a great thing to have.

5.) Pink or red, rose petals (optional)

6.) Lavender petals or 5 drops of lavander oil (optional)

7.) Rose Quarts, Pink Moonstone, Amythest, Citrine, White Pearl, and/or Pink Diamond (optional, any Size)

8.) Pink or Red Pajamas (optional). This is to put on after the bath.

9.) A lighter, or match (if using a regular candle).

---Note: Ingerediant ten, is for those that want different features, they weren't born with. Ingredient eleven, is for those that want to keep the natural features, they are born with. ---

10.) Mental or physical images, of what you desire or what features (other than your own) that you want to change your features to. That means features, you don't have naturally or weren't born with. Example: magazine clippings of Taylor Swift's eyes, Princess Aurora's lips, Ariana Grande's body, etc. The spell will do what it can, to manifest these things for you.

Remember, to make sure that these things, are what you yourself, truly want. Not because, you feel you have to. The spell won't work, if it is not what you truly desire, at all. Plus, you are the most beautiful, when you are the happiest. *hugs* ^_^

11.) For those wanting to keep their features. All you need, is to know what you currently look like, all naturalé. You can use a photo you have of yourself, though not required. It can help! You can do that or, use a mirror to reflect on yourself, when called for.

~Instructions!~

1.)First, clean and cleanse the bath space.

2.) Gather all the materials, needed (and any extra tools). Bring them into where, you'll be taking a bath.

3 .) If you're using an altar, sigils, going to be dressing the candle, or anything else (of that sort), do it all now. That way, it is ready to go.

4.) Draw the bath water/moon water/rose water/milk (whatever, you'll be bathing in). Keep going until the bath is full.

5.) While the bath is being filled (if using a regular bath faucet), pour in a good amount of sea salt. Mix in pink himalayan salt, right afterwards. If you are going to use any, of the latter.

6.) Add your scented bath soap. Generous amount is best!

7.) Optional! Add in any flower petals, only if you're going to use any. That, and the five drops of lavender oil.

8.) Put your crystals, from item 7 (from the ingredients list, above) onto the side of the bath. Opposite, of where you'll enter. You can put them on the edge or corners. Just as long, as they won't fall into the bath, of course!

9.) Now, getting ready to light your candle. Grab any physical images or a mirror, if using any. Yep, right now! If you're using a regular candle, grab whatever lighter you're using, to light the wick. Light the candle. Or turn on now, if it's an LED candle.

10.) Now, standing in front of the candle, grab your pictures or mirror (if any). Hold the picture(s) in your hand, to focus your energy onto them. If using the mirror, point it to where it shows your reflection, so you can see it. Put your energy into that. If none, start to visualizes what features you want to have. That, or visualize what you naturally look like. Pay attention to every detail. Focus is key, now!

11.) As you start to do that (making sure you're ready), recite the following (one time). All the while, making sure to focus putting your energy into the visuals) :

" Wherever there is love, beauty, grace;

Let it shine upon me, to help bring light to mine;

From inside, and outside, for all to see.

Forever, ebbing and flowing;

The radiance to be.

Now I can, too, be one of:

Love, Beauty, Grace;

For my eternity.

As above, and so, below.

Thus, mote it be!"

12.)Now turn off the bath water faucet, if you have any still running.

13.) Step into the bath, placing any physical visual tools next to the candle. It's helps to imagine. the power and energy glowing, from the bath water, pictures/mirror, and the candle.

14.) Take your sweet time, and bask it all in. You deserve it! :D

15.) When done, step out and drain the bath. Whilst grabbing any flower petals, unless they're dissolvable. Real flower petals, can clog the drain. I learned that, the hard way!

16.) Optional: If you have any pink or red pajamas and/or bathrobe, put them on now. If both, put on the robe first, to dry. Then, sleep in the pajamas, at night!

And, that's all of the spell. Sorry, if it's too wordy. I really, like to try to be detailed... >_<"

Anyways, You can do this, as many times as you want.

Enjoy, the extra beautful you. Because, you were already beautiful, before we even started. <3

Hope you guys, like this spell and that it works out. Please, feel free to tell me your experience with this or give any other feedback! Also, go ahead and ask questions! Thank again, darlings. Stay starry and farewell! ⭐🌟🌠🌙

-Sincerely, the Astronomial. 💖

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