#and then my joints got fussy

[the-chattering-tower]

I put this down for the day hours ago but fuck it I'm still very happy with what I got so far so y'all get another preview whether you want one or not

(There's also gonna be an ace version with different markings everywhere)

#the tanning rack #my art #kata's chatter #tomorrow is setting up shading first bc i am doing everything out of order #then the whole shebang of new markings and gradient maps for the ace one #and then the usual of making it into an actual skin but thats probably another day away #all this assuming i dont just go play space ninja viddy game instead like i wanted to today #and then my joints got fussy #drawing go brrr but unfortunately vauban prime also go brrr and i want both #flight rising #fluffy ears literally just bc i wanted to put fluffy ears on a dragon >:)

[happy-beeeps]

Day 3: Gloves

Summary: Din offers the reader his gloves, and their first look at his skin.

Warnings: none, language, briefest mention of past abuse

WC: 1k!

It’s easy to forget how cold space is. In the past few months you’ve been on the Crest, between the baby and the roaring, industrial sized heater, it’s been toasty, almost warm. You’d almost forgotten it could be cold. Until, of course, the ancient industrial sized heater broke.

It wasn’t too bad at first. Mando was quick to find any spare blankets he had on the ship and pass them between you and the baby, hoping to create any semblance of warmth. Then the baby himself helped, as you attempted to rock him to sleep for hours, the green little guy getting fussy from the cold. Now, with the kid settled into his pram and the lack of body heat on your hands, you’ve done it. You’ve remembered how cold space is.

You’re doing ok. You’ve seated yourself on the co-pilot’s chair, knees pulled up to your chest and your hands wrapped underneath your clothes, tucked under your armpits. Your face is half obscured under the neck of your sweater, and you’re attempting to creative some kind of insulation by just continuously blowing your breath against your skin. You haven’t decided if you can die from carbon monoxide poison this way but, fuck it, you’re too cold to care.

Your hands, that’s the issue right now. You hesitate to say agony but—let’s be real, it’s agony. You’ve been frostbitten before, so now your fingers and joints of your hands are aching under the pain of the chill in the ship, and no matter how hard you press your hands to your skin, there’s no relief.

“What are you doing?”

It’s Mando’s—Din’s, as you’ve just recently learned, voice that breaks you from your disassociation, offering the briefest respite from the pain. He’s asking you in a tone that’s equal parts concern, confusion, and jest. Over the past few months you’ve learned it’s his feeble attempt at teasing.

“Trying to warm up, not all of us come with an insulation system,” you poke back, and he settles beside you in his chair, his helmet sending that searing gaze towards you. You shrink into yourself even more beneath it, somehow feeling both intimated and bewitched by it.

Ok, bewitched is just a better word for saying you’ve got a massive-fucking-crush on the guy, but that’s beside the point.

“What’s wrong with your hands?”

“Nothing, what gave you that impression?”

He cocks his head to the side in a way you’ve begub to translate as “really?”

“Just something from when I was younger, it’s nothing.”

He pauses for a moment, then extends his own hand in one of the rare few moments of touch he’s offered. “Let me see.”

You’re in hell. If there is a maker, they’re being cruel. Do you remove your hands from the tiny bit of warmth you have, or reject Din in a rare moment of vulnerability?

The choice is immediate, and you rip your hands from their confine and tentatively place them in his.

They don’t look bad, an angry red at the joints and the cold has made you curl them inwards, but they aren’t blackened or cracked like some of the frostbite you’ve seen. He must notice the difference, and moves to gently trace the joint of one of your fingers. His words are slow, deliberate, “How did this happen to you?”

You melt into his touch, “locked out of my house during a snowstorm a while back, he was an asshole.”

Din tenses at that, just barely noticeable, and pauses his trace. You worry you’ve offended him, and he removes his hands, only to slowly, carefully remove the leather gloves you’ve always seen on his hands. “Here, you take ‘em.”

“Din, please, I can’t, I’ll be fine.”

“I want you to wear them.”

It’s the only encouragement you need, and you pulll them on quickly. You try to conceal how rapidly your heart is beating as you peak at the newly exposed skin of his hands.

He’s tan, tanner than you’d thought, with skin that looks warm and inviting. Calluses dot the underside of his palms, and he brings his fingers together, wringing them slowly. It dawns on you that you’re not sure if anyone has ever even seen his hands.

“How are your hands not always sweating?”

Nice. Real smooth. He’s gonna love that.

“Maybe that’s why I always keep them on.”

“Are we doing humor now?”

“Depends, how am I doing at it?”

You laugh, and so does he, and you decide you’d quite like to hear that sound forever. You stretch your fingers, warming nicely in the suede of Din’s giant gloves.

“Thank you, for these, I needed it.”

“Don’t mention it.” He unwinds his hands, laying them on his knees as he turns his attention back to you.

You’re not sure if you’re high on knowing that you’re wearing Din’s clothes, or the ecstasy of finally having feeling in your fingers, but your hand is quickly going to poke at his, your fingers dotting the smooth contours of his own.

You half expect him to pull back, but he doesn’t, letting you play with his fingers and trace his skin. It seems easy with the barrier of fabric between you. You ignore the fact that your stomach is churning and your brain is going ohshitohshitohshit.

He’s got a scar along the inside of his wrist, you can only see a bit of it, white and gnarled. You reach out to trace it, careful not to go beyond the skin that’s already exposed.

“When I was just learning to use my flamethrower, things got a little…dicey.”

The image of a young Din accidentally torching himself makes you smile, but it’s quickly dimmed by the realization that the man beside is literally wearing clothes that kill people. You flex your hand in his glove and realize, I guess you are too.

“Do you feel better?”

You’re rocketed back to reality by his voice and you nod, “yes, thank you.”

He stands, but not before tapping the bottom of your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, the skin on skin contact rocketing through you. “Keep em’ till we land, they suit you mesh’la.”

He leaves quietly, leaving you sitting in the cold and silent space, thinking of foreign words with pretty sounds and warm suede around your fingers.

#dincember 2023 #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djaren #din x reader #din #the mandalorian x reader

[scoops-aboy86]

literally so happy to hear you have wide open asks.... I LOVE the idea you brought up about Steve gaining weight just kinda slowly and steadily because he loves to eat and is tired of denying himself....... and how might Eddie respond to this newly relaxed and bigger Steve?

Hi, hello! Yeah, Steve needs a break, man. Those regularly unscheduled beatings take a toll, he’s just tired. I read something once that referred to him gaining weight after the Upside Down stuff is done for good as his “peace body” and that lives in my brain rent free. 

I hope this answers your question because I kind of got carried away:

Eddie loves relaxed Steve, especially as he unlearns some of his own “jacks bad nerds good” and “popular bad outcast good” dichotomies that he’s built up as part of his armor over the years. Steve, he realizes, is not just a good dude, but a chill dude too. 

Sure, he’s a little fussy about his hair, and sometimes his clothes—complains a little when his polos start not quite fitting the way they used to, although Eddie personally can’t see any problem with that. Steve is just hot, okay? He was hot in gym class in those little green shorts, in basketball games in those little white shorts, and he’s just as hot (if not even prettier) lounging back with a joint in one hand, a soda in the other, and a little sliver of belly peeking out the bottom of his shirt. Because he’s happier now. Cozy. Eddie takes any opportunity he can get to lay his head on Steve’s lap because he has just the best thighs. 

Meanwhile, Steve—who’s only fussing because he’s had a thing for Eddie ever since “dontcha, big boy” launched him into a sexuality crisis last March, and he’s used to getting dates because he looks good, so he wants to look good—just sort of melts any time Eddie leans or lays on him. This has occasionally made him late for work or picking up Robin or the kids, but more often it just means that he asks “Can you get me…” a lot. Which is difficult for him to do! Because he’s used to the idea that he can take care of himself, and he can take care of other people, but why should other people have to take care of him? But he can and has sat still for hours if it means that Eddie gets in a decent nap, or is enjoying the movie that’s on, or whatever. If he has to go to the bathroom, he’ll hold it. Robin teases him that her dad is the same way about the family cat… which kind of indirectly leads to Steve learning that Eddie loves head scritches. (He totally white lies to her and says that Eddie asked him to do that, but actually he did it one time without thinking and Eddie asked him in a slightly hoarse voice to do that again. And then got up shortly afterwards to go to the bathroom, allowing Steve to stretch his legs and take a bathroom break of his own.)

And it’s only a matter of time, what with the gradually waning nightmares as it finally sinks in that the danger is over, the not being on alert all the time, the fact that Steve is no longer a teenager or on any sports teams, the recreational smoking, the metalhead lapcat… Only a matter of time before Eddie settles into place and feels where Steve’s tummy is starting to encroach on his spot. 

It’s after a small party (just the older UD crew) when everyone else but Robin has already gone home, and he’s just high and sleepy and a little tipsy enough to roll over and snuggle in without thinking about it, nuzzling that sliver of tan skin and chest hair and just breathing Steve in with a happy sigh. His body feels floaty enough that he vaguely thinks that Steve must have carried him upstairs to his bedroom, and this is Steve’s pillow or something. 

Steve is frozen in place, eyes absolutely huge, staring across the living room to where Robin is watching this happen from the kitchen doorway with an amused smirk on her face. When Eddie brings his hand up to hug the “pillow” closer, Steve mouths “Help me” at her. 

She shrugs and spreads her hands like, “What do you want me to do?”

He tries to use eyebrow movements and hand gestures to remind her that of the three of them she’s smoked and drank the least, so she should have the functioning brain cell right now, not him. Because he’s pretty crossfaded too, and fairly full after getting the munchies and going to town on the pizza they’d ordered for the party, and now there’s a cute dude cuddling his belly and it feels good and he’s going to have a reaction soon—

“I don’t need to know about that,” Robin shout-whispers vehemently, and backs into the kitchen mouthing “la-la-la-lesbian” and “I can’t hear you.” Steve vows to write her out of his will. Not that he has one, but still.

Eddie rouses a moment later because his brain is starting to catch up to the fact that it’s not fabric he’s drooling on here. When he half sits up he’s face to face with a very flustered Steve, who is chewing on his plush bottom lip and Eddie wants to, like, help him with that. And then he looks down, and probably part of what woke him up, and his nuzzling has pushed Steve’s shirt up a little more than usual, and slo yep, that’s a boner.

They make eye contact. 

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie blurts out, because he definitely wants to and he thinks, based on the boner and the fact that Steve hasn’t shoved him away yet, that maybe Steve does too. 

“You’d better,” Steve blurts back, cheeks flaming, because he already has Eddie’s spit drying on his skin. He’s totally flustered and doesn’t even have time to run a hand through his hair before Eddie is straddling his lap, cradling his face gently in both hands, and drawing him into a clumsy but earnest kiss.

They spend the rest of the night kissing and cuddling and talking on the couch, still a little giggly from their highs and Eddie snagging more things for Steve to eat whenever Steve seems even the tiniest bit hungry, because he just looks so happy whenever he’s relaxed and enjoying his food. And if he sneaks some belly rubs in there too, no one else has to know.

Permanent tag list: @hotluncheddie

#ask #scoops words #i think this is my first anon hurray! #wg steddie #chubby steve harrington

[howlingday]

Lancaster Labor IX

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII

Ruby: So I know I kinda made it seem like breastfeeding was going smoother a while ago, and for a while, it did. I mean, my nipples got tougher, and I started falling into a routine, but to be honest, it still wasn't going really great. I still had to breastfeed every three hours, and then I had to measure her, and then I had to make up for the weight with formula. Then I had to wash the bottles, sterilize them, do my chores and then, ONLY THEN, could I find the time to relax! Finally get some rest...

Ruby: (Baby crying) WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S BEEN THREE HOURS ALREADY?!

Ruby: I get anemic from the feeding because my body produces the milk, my joints hurt because of my mommy hormones, and my vagina STILL hasn't fully healed yet! It's starting to feel like I got the raw end of the deal!

Ruby: I remember thinking motherhood would feel like a dream. Like, I'd be the picture-perfect image of a mother, with beautiful, almost angelic hair as my baby laid calmly against my breast. Instead, I look like something Zwei pulled out from the garden and my baby is sucking on my boob like she's a vacuum nozzle!

Ruby: At least I have Jaune here to help me out. I couldn't imagine going it alone like some mothers out there! They're way stronger than I ever could be!

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Jaune: I'm gonna get started on dinner, so why don't you take a break?

Ruby: Thank you~! (Flops onto the bed) Finally... Rest...

Ruby: Hm?

Ruby: (Looks in the mirror, Robe open)

Ruby: (Thinking) When did I start looking like a mammal?.

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Ruby: It only got worse, too. At some point, she started getting fussy about feeding, and she'd only drink from one nipple! But things really changed when I started feeling sick. Jaune said,

Jaune: Maybe you should take a break until you feel better.

Ruby: And so I did, and I was out for, like two whole weeks! Two weeks without my baby latching onto me and suddenly, she's too used to drinking from the bottle now! I mean, I was already going halfway with how little I was making myself, but to think that all my hard work would be for nothing!

Ruby: But she'd have to start nursery school soon, so it was time for us to start weaning. We gave it one last try on me, and then we were done. And I'd just gotten used to the feeling of breastfeeding, too.

Ruby: A huge part of me started to break. It really felt like the two of us were really connecting, and now it's gone. It's so sad, that... I started crying. And I couldn't stop for a whole week. Until...

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Ruby: YAAAAAHOOOOOOOO~!

Ruby: I CAN GO OUT AGAIN~!

Ruby: I CAN SLEEP AGAIN~!

Ruby: MY BOOBIES AND MY JOINTS DON'T HURT ANYMORE~!

Ruby: I'M SO GLAD WE WEANED~! (Eating her weight in whatever she wants)

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BONUS! Ruby was recommended by her friends to use nipple ointment containing lanolin, which is a fluid produced by sheep to condition their wool. Unfortunately, Ruby couldn't find any nearby, so she used horse oil instead. Ruby's Nipple - Battered, Bruied, Licked by horse and not sheep

#rwby #I don't know how to give birth #ruby rose #jaune arc #I don't know how to give birth! #lancaster

[andysorbit]

can you write about meeting johnny for the first time and both of you being so into each other you end up hooking up even though you're not usually the type to do that?? preferably nasty please <3

I sure can! I love the idea of this. Your mind is beautiful!

Minors DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex (be smart irl yall), dirty talk, strangers fuckin,

I'm gonna do non idol!Johnny but if you'd like idol!Johnny instead, just send in another request!

I wanna try this from a different POV? I hope it's okay?

♡

The new guy was moving in next door and holy shit he was loud. Y/n rolled over in bed and huffed, "Who the fuck moves in this early?" She grumbled. She got up and made her way to the window. She could hear the moving truck sitting idle downstairs and when she opened the window, she felt the breath of Satan blow over her. "Gross." She muttered then stuck her head out the window and into the heat of the city. The new guy was tall and even from three stories up, she could see how toned he was from the shirt he was beginning to sweat himself out of. After tipping the movers and thanking them, he glanced up at her and waved, "Howdy, neighbor!" He shouted heartily. "Howdy!" She yelled back. "You're shuffling and bumping around woke me up!" He smiled coyly, "It's two in the afternoon on a Sunday. Are all the pretty girls around here as boring as you are?" He yelled. Y/n grinned, "Well, they may be more fun than I am but I guarantee you none of them are prettier and pretty girls need a lot of rest. You think it's easy looking this good?" She replied with a wave of her hand. He nodded, "Well, you seem well-rested from your beauty sleep and I'm ready to rest for a bit so... maybe I can stop by and get to know you?" He said. Y/n shrugs, "We'll see." She said and pulled her head back inside before slamming the window.

After showering and freshening up, Y/n dressed in a lilac floral muumuu. She tidied up the living room then went to her room to make up her bed. He had a thing about him and she had a feeling he'd be seeing her bedroom much sooner than she usually preferred.

A sudden rap on her door pulled her out of her head. She took her time getting to the door and opening it. He stood there, freshly showered and in fresh clothes. He looked her up and down, "You don't dress up for company?" He asked with a smirk. "Only when I'm expecting someone important and besides, I wasn't expecting company at all." She shot back as she stepped aside to let him in. "Are you hungry?" She asked. "Nah, I stopped for lunch an hour ago." He replied as he looked around. "What do you like to eat? Maybe tomorrow I'll make you a housewarming meal." She asked as she made her way to the kitchen. He followed close behind, "Oh, I'm not too fussy." He said casually. His eyes roamed over her muumuu again and he laughed, "Please don't take this the wrong way but you're dressed like an old lady. It's cute." Y/n struck a pose, "One thing about these old ladies is that they knew a thing or two about a thing or two. Don't sleep on a woman in a muumuu. We're out here changing lives." She said as she held his gaze. He hums, "I'm Johnny by the way." He said. "I'm Y/n. Welcome to the building." She said back, "Can I offer you anything to drink? I have water, soda, and wine." Johnny smirked, "You have wine, Miss Fancy Muumuu?" He said teasingly. "I have blunts too." She said as she opened a cupboard to retrieve a tin cigarette holder from the top shelf. She opened it and took one out before putting it back. Johnny laughed, "I like you." He said. "What's not to like?" She asked. Johnny chuckled and she watched him pluck the joint from her fingers and examine it, "I don't usually do this but... you're really fucking hot." She said. Johnny glanced at her and smirked, "Is that why you put your little muumuu on and let me in? So you could get me high and seduce me?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, "I didn't tell you to come knocking on my door so my muumuu is on because I intended to spend my Sunday relaxing." She lied. "No... you intended to spend your Sunday under me. I'm not stupid." He said and stepped closer to her. He sat the blunt down on the counter and stared at her intently, waiting for her to grant him permission to touch her. "Well don't just stand there, neighbor." She said softly

He grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her roughly, "God, you're so fucking hot." He hissed. He lifted her dress, "What do you have under this pretty little dress for me, huh, baby?" He asked as he brought his hand up to her throbbing cunt. "No panties." He chuckled, "You knew I'd be fucking you today. Such a sneaky girl." His fingers circled her clit teasingly and she pressed hot, wet kisses wherever she could land them. "Knew it from the minute you looked at me." She panted. He kissed her roughly as he slid two fingers into her and fucked her with them. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her and carried her out of the kitchen, "If your apartment mirrors mine then... your bedroom is..." He trailed off and turned down the hall towards her bedroom, "Here we go." "You go, big brain." She chuckled. Johnny dropped her down on the bed and she shrieked, "Tell me how you like it, babe." He purred as he took his shirt off. Y/n was suddenly hyper-aware of the smell of his body wash and the way it clung to her clothes. "Not Miss Muumuu finally running out of smart ass fuel." He laughed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her, "Tell me, baby. Come on." He whispered. "Just want you inside me." She said pleadingly. He clumsily took his pants off and kicked them off the bed. He was far bigger than she anticipated. "Just need me to make you feel good? How do you know I can?" He said. "I doubt you have all of that and no idea how to use it." She sighed. He lifted her dress to her chin, "Oh, fuck. Holy fuck, baby." He groaned as his eyes greedily took in every inch of her exposed skin.

Y/n never saw herself as someone who'd have a man she barely knew in her bedroom but Johnny was like a magnet and he drew her in so effortlessly that it drove her mad. He teased her slit with the head of his cock and she whined, "Come on, Johnny." He laughed and slowly slid into her. As he bottomed out, her breath hitched and he laughed again. "You good?" He asked smugly. "Yeah, you're just... God... you feel so good. I feel so full." She panted. He slowly rocked his hips against her.

"You like how I fill you up, beautiful?"

He was so full of himself. Y/n couldn't deny that but even with his cockiness, there was a sweetness to him and a genuine twinkle in his eyes that she had never seen before. She nodded as she dragged her nails down his chest, down his toned stomach. He moaned and held her gaze. She'd never felt so full and as he pounded her, he hit places inside her that nobody had ever reached. His fingers dipped past her folds and he rubbed her, "Cum, pretty girl." He urged her breathlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pinned her hands above her head with one hand. He rubbed her faster and she gasped. His strength was almost intimidating and for a moment, she thought about how wrong everything could've gone. He notices, "Hey, don't go thinking like that now. It wouldn't do you any good at this point anyway. I'm not gonna hurt you, beautiful. Cum for me." He said assuringly. She came undone with a cry. "There you go, baby." Johnny moaned and his strokes became sloppy as he approached his own release. "Where do you want it?" He asked. "I'm on birth control. Just cum. Please." She whimpered. Johnny chuckled, "Love the manners." He stroked into her a few more times and came with a deep moan and a kiss to her lips. He collapsed next to her on the bed with a sigh.

"So what are you cooking me for dinner tomorrow?" He asked once he got control of his breathing. "You said you're not too fussy so I guess you can just eat whatever I make." She said teasingly. "If I don't like what you cook, I'll just spread you out on the table and eat you." He said devilishly.

♡

This shit was FUN!! I'm so glad you dropped this in my inbox. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

- Andi

#neoculturecollectives #nct #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #johnny suh #johnny smut #nct fic #nct 127 fic #johnny fic #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours

[harrison-abbott]

I used to eat out a lot when I was on holiday.

That seemed a key part of going abroad: that

You would head out places to get something

To eat. And I had a free day today so I bussed

It into town and found this joint in the old district

That suited my diet. It was noisy inside. Lots

Of folk my age or maybe a little younger.

They were all yammering away in their private

Conversations. I ordered a bowl of food

And a waitress brought it over … and, meh,

It was okay. Never been that fussy about

What I eat anyways. I’d brought the paper

With me and I read a little of that. And gradually

The volume of all of the other people got

Louder and louder and I was aware how

Solitary I was. Out of place. It wasn’t

Excruciating or anything, only a fact. There

Was nobody to speak to around me and I

Realised it was a mistake in coming here.

I paid for the bill. Way too much money. And

When I got outside the sky was white and blustery

With dots of rain and all I did was get the bus

Back home, via the sooty stone buildings.

When I was in other countries in the past

I wasn’t on my own. Had a companion with

Me who was not there anymore … But, hey ho,

It was just an experiment that didn’t work.

Was fine, from now on, just eating cheaply

At home. Always ate healthily anyway.

Wouldn’t be going out to cafés again any

Time soon.

#writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #poem #prose poem #spilled ink

[pleasantlyinsincere]

Part 3 / last part

excerpts from Giuliano in conversation with Ruth and Angie McCartney

Previous parts:

(Part 1: Paul attacking Ruth over a TV appearance, Jim's prudent gambling, Paul and Linda being awful houseguests)

(Part 2: Jim and Angie nearly breaking up, (strange) forms of generosity, Paul paying an adult type compliment)

Train, wife, dog (Note: The anecdotes of being abusive towards Linda and kicking the dog are not included on the released version of the tapes I listened to. They are there by this referance only.)

I’ve gone down to pick them up off the train. And when I actually boarded the train, there was a terrible scuffle going on, where Paul was pushing this elderly man. He was a guard on the train. Yes, physically pushing him. They had come with the dogs and wanted them to just romp everywhere. And this old guy had apparently come and told them: ‘You know, you shouldn’t have had that there.’ - ‘I’ll do what the fuck I like!’ It was one of those. And Linda was standing behind Paul, going: ‘Go on! You tell him, Paul!’ Laughing. She thought it was funny that Paul was nearly knocking over this elderly gray haired man. I saw this with my own eyes, Geoffrey. […] GG: How about any other physical abuse by Paul to anyone? We got Linda now, we got this old bloke. … Kick the dog.

Puff for Mommy

The bed was a new mattress that was on the stone concrete floor of the garage. It had a blanket and two pillows without any covers on.… We made a bed up. On the was up Jim was saying: ‘You know their eating habits and times are very different from ours. So let’s stack up.’ … Jim and I used to sneak out at night and sat in the car and eat chocolate because we got so hungry sometimes. It wasn’t really the kind of setup where you felt comfortable to make yourself a cup of tea or a piece of toast. The polite and the correct thing to do was to wait until Linda was ready to cook. … Linda would probably cook once a day and there was a time when we were sitting around the table and they had a glass skylight. And it was open and flies were coming in and there was a jug of milk on the table and the flies were falling in. And I was ‘Oh, God, we have to throw this milk away.’ Jim was so fastidious, you know. And Linda said: ‘Oh Ange, don’t be so fussy!’ …  And Mary was so little and she was inside of Paul’s jacket and they were both smoking a joint and passing it to each other. And then Linda put it to little baby Mary lips and was saying: ‘Come on, baby. Come on puff, puff, puff for mommy!’. As a joke obviously, but she thought this was a pretty hilarious, hysterical thing to do. - What was Paul doing? - Laughing.

Watch Your Fingers!

I said well, I guess we blew it. These things happen you try in business and it’s not working out. We tried to start a small business, we’ve been unsuccessful, but undaunted we will carry on. It was 1980. I said basically ‘shit happens’. I was 20 years old and still working on my career. … And he said well, you know. This is when he gave Ange his speech about bottled fruit. ‘Why can’t you stay at home and be a widow like other widows? And auntie Mill and auntie Gin…’  GG: You know what I would have said to that? I would be perfectly willing to do that, if someone would to underwrite my living. But if they won’t and God doesn't drop me a million dollars I got to do this shit. … He gave the same old tired out bullshit speech about you never gonna make it in the business. This dancing and choreography nonsense is just the phase. You’re not talented. You haven’t got anything going for you other than my name. … ‘Me, me, me, me, me. Enough about me. What do you think about me?’ … He already told Ange to scrub floors and bottle fruit and his solution for me was.. - I couldn’t believe this coming from the mouth of a man who was the father of three daughters. - He said: ‘You are quite attractive with the light behind you, with a little make-up on …, you are up and down in the clubs. Why don’t you hang around after a show? You know, there are a lot of rich arabs hanging around these days with millions of dollars and Rolls-Royces. Why don’t you do get yourself a rich boyfriend, you know, do what you women were made for?’ And I just had enough. He was virtually telling me to go and be a hooker. … The last words he ever said to me were: ‘You can’t put the phone down on me, I’m Paul McCartney.’ And I said: ‘Watch your fingers.’ and hung up. And that was it, that was the last time we’ve spoken. Pointless. It’s either his way or no way.

#audio part 3 of 3 #there are some lovely bits e.g. george teaching ruth ragas on the piano while he waits for jim to make him custard #or ringo's mum always saving a little bit of the allowance she got from ringo for him in case the band was over #but i think these are all the clips i saved while listening #linda with the joint reminds me of the video of paul giving a cigarette to one of derek taylor's kids. it's a running-gag i guess. 😉

[aria-ashryver]

Bursts through the door then neatly fixes it back up again

Any hc’s you can spare us for the Starlight trio? 🫣

MY DOOR!!— oh. Oh, okay, thank youuu here have some trio stuffs 😊

Quickfire HCs!

❤ Cas has the most violent sounding sneezes

❤ Gabe and Luca like to pull silly faces at each other from across the room sometimes (if Cas notices them, they both pretend like nothing happened)

❤ Cas is lowkey scared of moths

❤ A few years down the line, Luca takes up ice skating / figure skating as a hobby

❤ Gabriel’s car is a classic muscle car in a deep burnt orange shade (like a Dodge Charger or something, idk, I don’t speak car), and he knows enough about automotive repair to work on it himself

❤ (Its the one thing Cas could never bring himself to insult when they were in their “enemies” era, bc Cas thought it was just objectively cool)

❤ CAS IS TICKLISH

❤ Gabriel is sometimes hit by an overwhelming urge to go floss his teeth, and if he can’t do it then and there he gets really annoyed and antsy

❤ All three of them grow out their hair at some point (not necessarily at the same time, but Cas keeps a bun for the longest time)

❤ Luca maintains that the single most supernatural thing about Gabriel is that he knows how to fold a fitted sheet

❤ Luca likes snuggling into Gabriel’s lap while Gabe is reading a book (he doesn’t read with Gabe, he just likes vibing in Gabriel’s calm)

❤ In fact, all three of them are HUGE on parallel play/body doubling. Sometimes ya just gotta be near the ones you love, while also quietly doing your own thing, you know?

❤ But that’s not to say they don’t do stuff together too. The next chapter coming up in SICSIG will feature Cas hooking up his PS4 to Gabe’s TV and he and Luca gaming together — there will be a lot of that sort of thing in their future.

❤ They also turn really dumb things into a competition (like who can carry the most grocery bags in one trip)

❤ Gabriel regularly has to put up with coming home to find out Cas and Luca have hatched a plan in their joint idiocy and they’ll have like… idk, bought a paintball gun and they are in the yard taking turns shooting each other with it lol (once Luca is past their trauma ofc)

❤ It takes a loooong time, but Gabriel eventually lets Cas bleach his hair (there are lots of Ken doll/surfer/himbo jokes) (he looks gorgeous bc of course he does)

❤ Cas still insists on doing his own hair for a good decade, he does NOT trust Luca with the bleach (for good reason), but he eventually lets Gabriel touch up the back for him

❤ After a few years Cas learns bass guitar so the three of them can jam together

❤ Luca collects socks with cute patterns and characters and stuff, but doesn’t wear half of them because of sensory issues.

❤ Cas has no such qualms, and will often steal Luca’s socks when he hasn’t got around to doing laundry. Please picture for a moment, if you will, Cas in his standard leather jacket and massive black boots, but secretly underneath all that, he’s wearing a teensy pair of baby blue socks with the Squirtle Squad on them.

Longer, ramblier domestic trio HCs!

✨ Gabriel gets a little particular and fussy about how certain things are done — like, he had been doing things on his own, in his own way for years now. It doesn’t especially matter to him whether certain condiments are left on the second or third shelf in the refrigerator, it’s just force of habit that they go at the top. Cas quickly realises he has an entire household of mundane objects he can use to wind Gabriel up by always leaving them in slightly the wrong place. Making the bed marginally wrong. Not quite drawing the curtains all the way. Leaving a drawer just a teensy bit open. It drives Gabriel mad… but all three of them know they are only bickering for the sake of bickering, and it never gets old. (In fact, they actually look forward to it)

✨ Speaking of kitchens — Gabriel still very much loves to cook, both for a love of cooking itself and the connection it gives him to his father, but he loves taking care of Cas and Luca too! Cas complains a lot that Gabe keeps serving them vegan food now and then, but he’s still the first one to ask when the next time they are having tortilla soup is. There are a bunch of recipes Gabriel’s dad and grandma used to make, and it thrills him to no end that they turn out to be some of Cas and Luca’s favourites out of all the meals he makes.

✨ After living together for a little while, the boys quickly found out that they were all really into the idea of DIY? Gabriel really likes finishing details of interior design, Luca did a lot of little carpentry projects with his grandda in his childhood/teens, and for Cas, getting stuck in to gardening and exterior work is deeply therapeutic, rewarding, and reminds him of his life in South Korea with his grandparents. The Adalhard family home very much turns into a big renovation project (that takes them like a decade to really “complete”, though there’s always little things to be done, a room to be painted here, a window frame to replace there. They start with the garden planter boxes in the front yard —Cas’s initiative— and this is probably something you’ll see in future Starlight chapters!)

Gabriel likes to ogle Cas when he’s out digging in the gardens shirtless in the sun. He brings him iced tea and sliced fruit and stuff, it’s a bit cute :)

...hey this door is still busted FIX MY DOOR NONNY 💖💖💖

#SICSIG #choices immortal desires #immortal desires #cas harlow #gabe adalhard #luca o'rinn

[rudojudo]

Picked up Core Class Hot Rod because:

A) I find myself really charmed by the Core Class in general

B) I don't have a Hot Rod right now? Doesn't seem right

C) he was $7

I'm not breaking out the new light box for him, but I got my money's worth for sure. With all the ball joints, he poses great and the paint apps are really clean, especially at that size.

The alt mode lets things down, however. Things don't tab together as clean as I want and the whole center keeps popping up. Also the wheels don't roll.

Gremlin is in love with him, especially the car, actually, so he's a great add to the collection, but he's a little too fussy to work as a desk toy.

#rudo judo transformers #hot rod transformers

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Old stuff

Please forgive the awful photos. Back when I made this doll the camera I had was failing, and the prints were stored poorly. I think I have posted pics I took of it before, but since I found these I thought I’d add them. They are all I have to show for my efforts.

See, a cousin roped me into making a “Beast” doll. I’d never made a doll before, and here she had all these requirements. It was to be doll house scale, a wild boar for the beastie, and even the period of the clothing. The fact I further complicated it with joints and fabric clothing was just me assuming how such things should be.

It was ambitious for a first doll really. I mean, my only sewing had been clueless attempts as a young child, and now suddenly I was sewing a miniature costume. And there was the added pressure of a Christmas deadline and a fussy relative’s approval.

Honestly, it is the one thing I’ve ever made I felt properly proud of. I don’t think my cousin was as thrilled, but she thanked me. And I never saw it again.

For the last seven years of her life my cousin got weird…ok, weirder…and refused to even speak to us. You know, if she had ever asked, there were only two things I wanted her to do when she died, One was, obviously, leave her share of the farm to someone in the family. The other was to leave me the doll I made. She did neither, and now I know with absolute certainty I will never see that doll again.

If only I hadn’t made the doll after my old film camera broke and before I got my first digital camera. Maybe that’s why I take so many photos of everything I make now. I just want proof the existed if/when I lose them forever.

#Sculpture #doll #miniature doll #doll house #beast #creature #artists on tumblr #beauty and the beast #my art #art #vintage photography #old photographs #photography #photos #sculpt

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I just got my impld0ll girl in and I have so many mixed feelings. Her head is absolutely adorable but I kinda hate the body. She’s a lot wider than I thought she would be, the more realistic style doesn’t exactly fit with my collection, and most of all I hate the joints. They are so fussy and hard to work with. (She’s one of the star 65 cm dolls btw) i waited 6 months for her and now I don’t know what to do with her.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions #Jointing Systems #BJD Sizes

[void-tiger]

My body aches like I’m growing AGAIN, or like I overworked myself. It’s also snowing. So. uh. Growing pains?? or is this what arthritis feels like...

#tiger’s musings #adulting crap #adult growing pains #...maybe?? #idk. my body just feels like a fussy toddler. and like it’d all ease if I could either pop those joints or stretch/massage them out #it’s also mostly my fingers but. uh. not entirely #either way. I don’t wanna be growing...again... I’m already tall enough for the clothes I’m trying to stay into thanks #(and keep putting off ordering things I need because I blanch on spending that kind of money) #(and what I have is what I got from the gov since at least I had a job in 2019 hahaha [cries])

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #mha yandere #all might x reader #villain all might #all smite #toshinori yagi x reader

[andysorbit]

My hopes were up from reading the anon’s req about meeting Johnny but then I started reading and.. I deflated bc 3rd pov ☹️

Oh damn really?? Well that's too damn bad

Nah I'm just kidding. Lemme go get an air pump real quick.

♡

The new guy was moving in next door and holy shit he was loud. You rolled over in bed and huffed, "Who the fuck moves in this early?" You grumbled. You got up and made your way to the window. You could hear the moving truck sitting idle downstairs and when you opened the window, you felt the breath of Satan blow over you. "Gross." You muttered then stuck your head out the window and into the heat of the city. The new guy was tall and even from three stories up, you could see how toned he was through the shirt he was beginning to sweat himself out of. After tipping the movers and thanking them, he glanced up at you and waved, "Howdy, neighbor!" He shouted heartily. "Howdy!" You yelled back. "You're shuffling and bumping around woke me up!" He smiled coyly, "It's two in the afternoon on a Sunday. Are all the pretty girls around here as boring as you are?" He yelled. You grinned, "Well, they may be more fun than I am but I guarantee you none of them are prettier and pretty girls need a lot of rest. You think it's easy looking this good?" You replied with a wave of your hand. He nodded, "Well, you seem well-rested from your beauty sleep and I'm ready to rest for a bit so... maybe I can stop by and get to know you?" He said. You shrugged, "We'll see." You said and pulled your head back inside before slamming the window.

After showering and freshening up, You dressed in a lilac floral muumuu. You tidied up the living room then went to your room to make up your bed. He had a thing about him and you had a feeling he'd be seeing your bedroom much sooner than you usually preferred.

A sudden rap on your door pulled you out of your head. You took your time getting to the door and opening it. He stood there, freshly showered and in fresh clothes. He looked you up and down, "You don't dress up for company?" He asked with a smirk. "Only when I'm expecting someone important and besides, I wasn't expecting company at all." You shot back as you stepped aside to let him in. "Are you hungry?" You asked. "Nah, I stopped for lunch an hour ago." He replied as he looked around. "What do you like to eat? Maybe tomorrow I'll make you a housewarming meal." You asked as you made your way to the kitchen. He followed close behind, "Oh, I'm not too fussy." He said casually. His eyes roamed over your muumuu again and he laughed, "Please don't take this the wrong way but you're dressed like an old lady. It's cute." You struck a pose, "One thing about these old ladies is that they knew a thing or two about a thing or two. Don't sleep on a woman in a muumuu. We're out here changing lives." You said as you held his gaze. He hums, "I'm Johnny by the way." He said. "I'm Y/n. Welcome to the building." You said back, "Can I offer you anything to drink? I have water, soda, and wine." Johnny smirked, "You have wine, Miss Fancy Muumuu?" He said teasingly. "I have blunts too." You said as you opened a cupboard to retrieve a tin cigarette holder from the top shelf. You opened the tin and took one out before putting it back. Johnny laughed, "I like you." He said. "What's not to like?" You asked. Johnny chuckled and you watched him pluck the joint from your fingers and examine it, "I don't usually do this but... you're really fucking hot." You said. Johnny glanced at you and smirked, "Is that why you put your little muumuu on and let me in? So you could get me high and seduce me?"

You rolled your eyes, "I didn't tell you to come knocking on my door so my muumuu is on because I intended to spend my Sunday relaxing." You lied. "No... you intended to spend your Sunday under me. I'm not stupid." He said and stepped closer to you. He sat the blunt down on the counter and stared at you intently, waiting for you to grant him permission to touch you. "Well don't just stand there, neighbor." You said softly

He grabbed you by the back of the head and kissed you roughly, "God, you're so fucking hot." He hissed. He lifted your dress, "What do you have under this pretty little dress for me, huh, baby?" He asked as he brought his hand up to your throbbing cunt. "No panties." He chuckled, "You knew I'd be fucking you today. Such a sneaky girl." His fingers circled your clit teasingly and you pressed hot, wet kisses wherever you could land them. "Knew it from the minute you looked at me." You panted. He kissed you roughly as he slid two fingers into you and fucked you with them. You groaned and wrapped your arms around his neck. He lifted you and carried you out of the kitchen, "If your apartment mirrors mine then... your bedroom is..." He trailed off and turned down the hall towards your bedroom, "Here we go." "You go, big brain." You chuckled. Johnny dropped you down on the bed and you shrieked, "Tell me how you like it, babe." He purred as he took his shirt off. You were suddenly hyper-aware of the smell of his body wash and the way it clung to your clothes. "Not Miss Muumuu finally running out of smart ass fuel." He laughed. He climbed on top of you and kissed you, "Tell me, baby. Come on." He whispered. "Just want you inside me." You said pleadingly. He clumsily took his pants off and kicked them off the bed. He was far bigger than you anticipated. "Just need me to make you feel good? How do you know I can?" He said. "I doubt you have all of that and no idea how to use it." You sighed. He lifted your dress to your chin, "Oh, fuck. Holy fuck, baby." He groaned as his eyes greedily took in every inch of her exposed skin.

You never saw yourself as someone who'd have a man you barely knew in your bedroom but Johnny was like a magnet and he drew you in so effortlessly that it drove you mad. He teased your slit with the head of his cock and you whined, "Come on, Johnny." He laughed and slowly slid into you. As he bottomed out, your breath hitched and he laughed again. "You good?" He asked smugly. "Yeah, you're just... God... you feel so good. I feel so full." You panted. He slowly rocked his hips against you.

"You like how I fill you up, beautiful?"

He was so full of himself. You couldn't deny that but even with his cockiness, there was a sweetness to him and a genuine twinkle in his eyes that you had never seen before. You nodded as you dragged your nails down his chest, down his toned stomach. He moaned and held your gaze. You'd never felt so full and as he pounded you, he hit places inside you that nobody had ever reached. His fingers dipped past your folds and he rubbed you, "Cum, pretty girl." He urged you breathlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pinned your hands above your head with one hand. He rubbed you faster and you gasped. His strength was almost intimidating and for a moment, you thought about how wrong everything could've gone. He noticed, "Hey, don't go thinking like that now. It wouldn't do you any good at this point anyway. I'm not gonna hurt you, beautiful. Cum for me." He said assuringly. You came undone with a cry. "There you go, baby." Johnny moaned and his strokes became sloppy as he approached his own release. "Where do you want it?" He asked. "I'm on birth control. Just cum. Please." You whimpered. Johnny chuckled, "Love the manners." He stroked into you a few more times and came with a deep moan and a kiss to your lips. He collapsed next to you on the bed with a sigh.

"So what are you cooking me for dinner tomorrow?" He asked once he got control of his breathing. "You said you're not too fussy so I guess you can just eat whatever I make." You said teasingly. "If I don't like what you cook, I'll just spread you out on the table and eat you." He said devilishly.

◇

I hope I've inflated you 100%!

- Andi

#neoculturecollectives #nct #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #johnny smut #johnny seo #johnny fic

[sw124]

FNAF Security breach: Baby Gregory AU

Part8: Lil’caddy!

“Alright! My turn with ya, come on we’re gonna do some puttin’ kiddo!”

Like he said it was his turn, in one arm he had Gregory. He took a page from Roxy and got him in a onesie, this one was green with a little hood on it. On the belly in bold purple letters read ‘Caddy in training’ an all designed like alligator print. He had a kid size golf bag with oversized golf clubs in it an a few balls from the ball pits.

This was gonna to be fun!

He was a little bit worried about the noise but they didn’t seem to bother his lil’caddy, in fact; every time the pop up gators came out an roared Gregory laughed. If that wasn’t cute enough Gregory would poke at Monty’s snout every time it happened to, this kid was just too pure for this world he swore.

First hole; yeah the balls he picked wouldn’t fit in the hole but there wasn’t any harm in teaching his caddy a thing or two. He picked out a yellow one first and sat it down, grabbing the oversized club he adjusted Gregory so he was holding him against his chest and could [somewhat] hold the club.

“Alright little guy, trick to this is knowing how to aim. Yer gonna have people yellin, tellin ya to hurry up but just tune’em out, take yer time and….” With a gentle tap, he and Gregory sent the colored ball down and it landed square in the hole.

Just resting on the top.

“Sink it!”

Gregory let out a squeal, clapping his hands and kicking his little feet. Yeah Monty knew this feeling all to well, when you sink that first shot in one go..it was just pure magic. Well for him it was easy, he had a program that helped him sink the shot every time but needless to say it was still enjoyable. It was made all the sweeter when he was teaching the other kids how to do it too.

They were at it for about two hours before Gregory started getting fussy, Monty worried that he was getting board..until he remember something.

“Right! Dinner time!”

He got caught up in teaching his lil’caddy he almost forgot about dinner! Well that was an easy fix, one quick walk back to the gift shop. He put some stuff in there before they started, a few jars of baby food and a bottle. He plopped down on the floor, sat Gregory down in front of him; using the diaper bag to prop him up in a sitting position and cracked open the first jar. Its contents were a strange orange color, but did smell semi-sweet.

“Alright kid open up.”

Guess those lessons were coming in handy, he didn’t really have an idea on what or how to feed infants…he’d have to thank Sun an Moon later. He an Roxy were similar in a lot of ways, one of them being that they hung out with older kids. The only animatronics that had experience with infants and toddlers.

“Heh, yer so dang lucky kid. Not a lot of us are use to babies, Roxy an I especially. Chica’s ok with toddlers but let me tell ya, you hit the jackpot with Sun an Moon. Freddy too, kids love him hehe. Oh yeah and Bonnie would-“

…..

All at once his joints locked up…..some memories came storming back into his mind..he sat there lost for about a minute before being snapped back to reality with Gregory’s whimpering.

“Whoa, sorry little guy…..got uh…distracted.” Monty smiled, continuing to spoon feed the hungry infant in front of him.

Apparently the name got the kid’s attention but Monty remained silent, once half of one jar was finished came the second. This one had a banana purée in it, unlike the other one this one was made by Moon personally. He was particular about the jars of food Vanessa brought in, at times having arguments with her about the quality of them. So from time to time would make his own baby food, he had the supplies but he couldn’t do it all the time…but Monty never asked, wasn’t that interested.

He…he could kick himself for bringing up that name again, well he was just glad Freddy wasn’t around. Monty always was careful about what he said around Freddy involving that name…he’d rather shout out a curse word then say that name around the singer.

…..He was still grieving after all…..

—————————————

[Two hours later]

Monty golf, figured they’d be here. Freddy really didn’t have to guess, Monty was going on about turning Gregory into a star golfer in passing conversations. But even he had to admit, he was excited to see the little superstar learning how to golf. Monty was gentle with kids despite his intimidating looks, he came by once to find him helping a little girl sink a difficult shot.

It was so adorable, the little girl jumping right into his arms for a hug. Like Monty would refuse, he even called her his ‘little lady friend’ for the whole game. It really made the girls day apparently, her parents were taking pictures with their phones…since Fazcams were often confiscated. He made sure to hang back an not get spotted….this was Monty’s time to shine, he knew he was popular with kids an…he just didn’t want to take Monty’s spotlight.

It wasn’t hard to find Monty either, he heard him shouting a mile away even over all the noise. Monty cheering and though faint he could hear Gregory squealing with delight. He peeked around the corner to find Gregory sitting on the ground holding a plastic, oversized golf club and trying to hit a plastic ball into a bucket.

Monty behind him, helping hold the club.

Freddy almost lost it when they hit the ball into the bucket and Gregory was doing a little victory dance, bouncing up and down, waving his little arms before doing a little bit of a wiggle.

“Yeah dude, victory dance!” Monty copied the wiggle a bit before noticing Freddy…..he gave him a fake angry glare and pointed to him.

“Not a word bear..”

Freddy chuckled. “Lips are sealed, no worries.”

Both shared a laugh, Gregory turned and gave a cooed. He then started crawling towards the singer, who in turn was more then happy to lift him up into his arms.

“Time flies when yer havin’ fun huh?” Monty chuckled, noticing it was an five in the morning. “Ya mind gettn’m back to the Daycare for me, I need to clean up around here.”

“Of course, thanks for watching him.”

Monty gave a little smirk and waved him off, he watched the singer leave while talking to the infant in his arms. He waited till Freddy was out of sight before letting out a deep…broken sigh, he walked off the course and up the service stairs….

Up on to the catwalk above the course….

“…….What happened to you Bon?”

Monty walked the length of the catwalks….

“Where…..did you go?”

End pt.8

[Reblogs would be appreciated, I know a lot of theories revolve around Monty’s place in the band…..but I’m not one to follow ‘popular’ ideas. This was inspired by the pics by @callmebread please check out their page]

#fanfic #five nights at freddy's

[nostalgiabones]

Simple Sunday Afternoons // CH

This is just a random thing I wrote one day after talking to @calumrose as always lmao. I didn’t intend to post it but I think it’s a just a nice soft Sunday so, I thought I would! I also just wanted to make the point that the little moodboards I’ve made aren’t representative of what any of the ‘characters’ look like — they just represent the concept of the blurb! Let me know what you think, and as always, reblogs and feedback is so appreciated! ❤️

Word count: 4.2k

“Good morning,”

A warm smile rises on Calum’s lips at the words as he flips a pancake in a pan, clad in only his grey joggers and a messy mop of curls upon his head, along with the glasses he’s taken to wearing more often recently. He doesn’t hear the giggles or yawns of your daughter, just some of her usual sounds in the morning, and assumes you’re entering the kitchen alone without her.

He doesn’t have a chance to turn around and check before you’re wrapping your arms around his waist — his warm skin soothing against your own. It’s not often you get little moments alone like this — not without a baby in between the two of you, either resting in his arms or your own. Not that it’s anything to complain about; the two of you love Mara more than life itself. You just miss getting to hold Calum for a little longer in the mornings.

“Yes, it is,” Calum replies, taking one of your hands in his own, lifting it to his face and brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Where’s the little one?”

You rest your cheek against him, just wanting to be close, wanting your skin on his. “I just put her down for an early nap, she was kinda fussy. I think her teeth are coming in.”

He nods, pouting at the thought of his sweet daughter being in pain.

“We’ll have to keep an eye on her,” He states, and you nod in agreement. “She’s probably going to be asleep a while, isn’t she? Do you want to go back to bed?”

You take a sip of coffee from the mug on the counter, not caring whether it was his or one he made for you. Everything he has is yours, and vice versa — even something as insignificant as coffee. He feels the same way about your heart.

“We finally have some time together, I don’t want to waste it sleeping,” You murmur, your palm sliding down his back, the gesture familiar and soothing to him. Goosebumps break out over his skin.

“Okay, well..” He turns down the heat on the stove, moving the hot pan to a cold ring in order not to burn himself when he gets distracted by you. He spins around, a hand landing on either side of your hip, his nose brushing yours as he leans in. “I could just stand here...” he interrupts himself by brushing his lips against yours. “And kiss you instead.”

You sigh against his lips and bask in the moment, one that is so rare nowadays. He notices you pout and he chuckles — his warm palms landing on the small of your back.

“What’s up with you, pouty?” He asks, keeping your face close, his eyes searching your face.

“I miss kissing you,” You whine, and he can’t help but kiss you again with the way you’re looking at him. You think back to Sunday’s before Mara — it feels like a different lifetime, but it wasn’t so long ago. Now days are filled with tears, smiles, happy baby giggles and messy meal times — but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if the only time you got to be close to Calum was at bedtime, once Mara had gone down.

“You can kiss me whenever you want, baby,” He replies, his pointer finger brushing up your cheek as he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“I know, but we don’t get time anymore,” You remind him, and he nods. You know you both need to make more of a conscious effort to spend quality time with each other — instead of trying to clean the whole house whilst Mara is napping. “It’s nice to be close to you like this.”

“Maybe Mara should grow some teeth more often.” He jokes, and you slap his chest playfully as he laughs.

“Don’t say that! She’s in pain,” You scold him, your hands pressed against his chest as he holds you close. “You won’t be saying that when she wakes up in a bad mood and won’t sleep tonight.”

He knows you’re right. As much as he jokes, there’s nothing he hates more than seeing his sweet girl in pain — whether it’s her teeth or anything else.

“Touché.” He smiles, kissing you once more. “Do you want to eat? I made pancakes.”

“But that means we have to stop kissing,” You sigh, and he can’t help but laugh at you once more. Calum brushes his lips against yours, his hands rubbing up and down the tops of your arms as you stand there. There’s something about seeing you in one of his t-shirts that goes straight to his heart every single time — even after being married for several years.

“Come on, pouty. Let’s have one meal uninterrupted before we have to deal with a grumpy Mara.”

***

“Cal, I need to get up,”

The sounds of Mara’s cries fill your ears as you gently push on Calum’s shoulders; trying to get him to move from where he’s fallen asleep on your lap so you can get up to get her. The two of you decided to watch a movie (or as much as you can get away with) whilst Mara slept, yet less than halfway through, Calum had fallen asleep with his face pressed against your chest.

“Mara is crying,” You murmur, brushing your fingers through his hair to rouse him a little more as he wakes up. “I need to go get her.”

He shifts in your lap and leans on one arm so you can get up, almost face planting the sofa once you stand up and he’s left there alone. He yawns and listens to the soothing words slipping from your lips as you approach Mara’s bedroom, already knowing you’ll be met with her sad eyes and messy hair. Her cries slow down but your voice gets louder as you head back to the lounge, and he sits up so he can take her.

“Look who it is,” You kiss Mara’s temple as you carry her through to where Calum is, her tired eyes lighting up as she spots her dad. Her skin is warm and flushed from sleep, much like Calum’s — the similarity between your husband and daughter when they’ve both woken up makes your heart melt.

“Hi, honey,” Calum greets her, reaching out for her from his spot on the sofa as he wakes up a little more. She yawns and her lips curl into a small smile as you set her down in his lap, a hand coming to hold either side of her as he gets her. You sit down next to them, unable to stop yourself from smiling at their matching puffy eyes and flushed cheeks. “How was your nap, hey? Are those naughty teeth still hurting you?”

He gets an answer through her gestures — as he speaks, she presses her lips to his shoulder, like she was trying to find some relief for her angry gums. “Oh, my poor girl. Shall we get you something that’ll help, hey? I think some yoghurt might work better than my shoulder, little one.”

Calum stands up from the sofa with a dramatic groan as he lifts her, kissing her forehead as she whines in his arms, rubbing at her heavy eyes with little fists. He opens the fridge as he hums under his breath, picking out her favourite apricot yoghurt and a spoon in the hopes of soothing her mouth.

“Why don’t we go for a walk to the park in a bit?” You ask, watching as Calum sets Mara down in her high chair. He pulls up a chair in front of her so he can feed her - knowing he’s about to get as messy as she usually does. “It’s a nice day out, and we can walk Duke at the same time.”

Calum nods, coaxing Mara to open her mouth as he feeds her. “That’s a good idea. Although I think we’re gonna need a bath after this.”

“We?”

“Do you see how much yoghurt is on her hands?” He laughs, leaning forward to kiss Mara’s forehead. In the process, she reaches out for him, the sticky, dairy snack landing on his own skin. “I think there’s more on her than in her mouth.”

He’s right, she’s messy, but looks significantly less uncomfortable than she did when waking up — so it’s worth it.

***

“Watch her eyes whilst I wash her hair, Cal,”

Calum steps out of the stream of the shower so you can rinse Mara’s hair, after lathering a sweet smelling shampoo through her curls. Breakfast had been a messy affair, and in an effort to save both time and water, you decided to have a family shower together.

He cups his hand over her forehead as you gently rinse the shampoo away, your fingertips smoothing over her scalp as content noises slip from her lips. The smile on her face tells you how happy she is to have your joint attention; loving nothing more than being inbetween the two of you.

“What does she find so funny about showering?” Calum asks, laughing himself as he holds Mara, lips brushing her wet cheeks as she giggles. He grabs the sponge to clean under her chin, making sure all of the yoghurt is gone, the familiar smell of her lavender body wash a comforting one. She tries to reach for the sponge as he does — her eyes fixated on the purple object.

“I don’t know, actually.” You reply, watching her eyes follow you as you move to wash Calum’s hair, too, noticing how much the blonde has grown out and his roots have come through. “We need to swap places again.”

“We should let Mara shower with us everyday if it means you washing my hair,” He suggests, met with a playful eye roll from you. Showering together was something he’d do everyday if he could — it’s one of his favourite intimate moments with you, a wonderful way to start his day. It’s more difficult to find time for it with Mara now though.

“I don’t know why you’re acting like I don’t do it even when your hands are free,” You reply and he laughs, knowing you’re right. Having his hair played with whether you’re washing it or just running your fingers through it is one of his favourite things, especially now it’s longer — a way to instantly make him relax. “You’re just using Mara as an excuse today, isn’t he, honey? He’s using you to make me wash his hair.”

She giggles and gives you a sweet wide mouthed smile, one that you wish you could freeze in time and see forever. One that soon will be accompanied by the teeth that are causing her so much pain.

“She doesn’t mind,” He pouts as he looks at her, lips brushing over her forehead as she smiles. She follows your lead and reaches up to put her own little hands into his hair, tiny fingers grabbing the curls in an attempt to help you. You laugh at her action, with a “are you trying to help mum, sweetheart?”

Calum grimaces but can’t help but laugh as he feels Mara tugging at his hair, knowing she’s trying to help, but isn’t quite as gentle as you are. “I think you need some lessons in hair washing, my love, it feels more like you’re trying to rip my hair out.”

It hurts, but her smile makes him ache in a completely different way.

***

“Is her pushchair in the garage?”

Calum grabs a teething ring from the fridge with his free hand as he nods, Mara occupying the other as she clings to his shoulder. It’s been a few hours since her morning nap and he knows she’s getting tired again; evident through her rubbing her eyes and her little whines. He knows she’ll fall asleep on the way to the park.

“Yeah, it’s near the back, behind the car.” He replies, kissing Mara’s forehead as she leans against his chest. She yawns and he rocks her in his arms, resting his cheek ontop of her head and holds her close. “Are you tired, little moon? That shower has made you sleepy, hey?”

His voice is a soft murmur as he talks to her; the tone one that is reserved for when he speaks to her. He’s so gentle and loving whenever he speaks to her and it makes your heart melt.

“Here we go,” You open the door and push her pram into the entrance to the house, unbuckling the straps so Calum can put her in. “Do you think she’s wrapped up enough? I don’t know if it’s as warm as it looks.”

Calum lifts her in his arms and pats her back, rocking her on the spot as he judges the weather. She’s comfy in a little t-shirt, hoodie and leggings, complete with baby old skool vans that Calum got her, to match his.

“How about a hat, too? Should we get you a beanie to match dad, baby?” He asks, knowing it’ll keep her ears warm if it gets a little chilly. You smile and head to her bedroom to get one of her little hats; her collecting growing with every one that Calum buys. “Come on, sweetheart, lets get you all cosy.”

He moves her away from his body to put her down and she cries, little hands trying to hold onto the neck of his own hoodie. Calum knows she’s being fussy because she’s getting tired and her mouth hurts, yet it makes him sad all the same. “You’re okay, honey, shh.”

Calum manages to set her down in the chair without too much of a fuss; making sure she’s sat down properly, and has her little elephant in reach as well as her pacifier. He leans down in front of her and kisses her nose, making a little ‘mwah’ noise as he does to try and soothe her and make her laugh. It doesn’t though — she still tries to hold onto him so he’ll pick her up again.

“What’s with the tears, angel? What’s the matter?” He soothes, staying close to her and gently wiping her tears away with his thumb. She sniffles and his heart aches at the sight. “You can go to sleep when we get walking, okay? You’re alright, my love.”

It’s moments like these where he’s happy that her pushchair is back facing, so she can see the two of you whilst you walk. You join them near the door, Mara’s beanie in your hands, a pout forming on your lips when you spot Mara in her pushchair.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, smoothing your fingers down her cheeks to soothe her. You tuck the hat over her head, making sure it covers her little ears to keep her warm. Calum hands you her soft blanket, and you tuck it around her knees so she’s snug — almost certain she’ll fall asleep as soon as you set off. “Your poor mouth is making you so sad, isn’t it? We don’t like having a sad girl.”

Calum grabs Duke’s lead and attaches it to his collar, handing it to you before he takes the handle of Mara’s pushchair. “Let’s go, my loves.”

You lock the door behind you before setting off; one hand holding Duke’s lead, and Calum takes the other — his calloused fingers slip between your own, warm and comforting. It’s such a small gesture yet it reminds you of the love between you both. Calum’s other hand pushes Mara’s pushchair at a steady pace. It’s a lovely spring afternoon — blue skies and birds singing in the trees, with just a slight breeze.

“It’s so nice to be out in the sun,” You comment, and Calum nods in agreement. His eyes land on Mara and he notices her squinting at the sun; stopping for a moment before he pulls the hood of her pushchair a little further up to shade her. “Is that better, honey? Can you see now?”

“It feels like we haven’t done this for a while.” Calum says, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the palm of your hand as you walk. He can’t help but feel a small amount of guilt nagging at his mind, knowing he’s spent a lot of time working recently. He’s always home for bedtime, but he’s always tired too — he knows you need to spend more quality time together. “It’s nice.”

“It is,” You reply, squeezing his hand in return. “When are you in the studio next week?”

Calum doesn’t answer for a moment as he thinks about the timing of you asking — like you also know that him being in the studio has meant less time together.

“I’m not going to go in,” He replies, and he knows it’s the right thing to do. “I miss you. I want to spend time with you and Mara this week, they can manage without me.”

It’s a small relief to hear the words. You never want to force Calum away from the studio, but he’s always in a different mindset when he writes. It’ll do him good to be away for a week — so you can spend more time wrapped in each other and with Mara.

You nod before speaking. “I’m so proud of you though, Cal. The songs are sounding great so far.”

A smile rises on his lips at the words, and he raises your joint hands to your lips so he can brush his lips against your knuckles.

“Thank you, honey. I know it’s a lot when we first start writing. I don’t mean to be distant, it’s just hard to get out of my head when I’ve been writing.” Calum explains, yet you don’t need him to; it’s a cycle you’ve witnessed several times throughout your relationship. You nod as he speaks.

“I know, Cal. It’s okay though.” You reassure him, leaning your head against his shoulder as you walk. “It’s all part of who you are, and I love you for you.”

Nothing else needs to be said.

It’s then that the two of you realise the gentle movement of the wheels of the pushchair against the pavement has sent Mara to sleep, and she’s tucked up under her blanket, fast asleep. Her cheeks are rosy red from the warmth and her sore gums, her little hands tucked up against her face. Calum smiles at the sight, reaching into the pram to push her curls away from her face.

“She’s so sweet.” He murmurs, his heart melting when she leans into his touch, even in her sleep.

“She’s all you,” You reply, watching as she wiggles in her sleep. From her wild curls to her full cheeks and pouty lips, every inch of her reminds you of Calum. He disagrees, though.

He shakes his head.

“No… she doesn’t get her temper and grumpy faces from me.”

Your mouth opens in shock and you playfully hit his arm as he laughs. “Hey! You know for a fact that her grumpy morning face is all from you, don’t try and put that on me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He replies, leaning to kiss you in a silent playful apology. “Whatever you say, my love.”

***

“Should we sit down here for a bit?”

Calum nods and puts the break on Mara’s pushchair, where she’s still sleeping soundly, in between the two of you as you sit down.

“She’s been asleep for a while, there’s no way she’s sleeping tonight.” Calum tells you, and you fear he might be right, even though she needs the sleep with her teeth coming in. “Do you think we should wake her up?”

You gently push her curls away from her face as she snoozes, your heart melting at her pouty lips all smushed up as she sleeps. You realise it has been over an hour since she went to sleep, and that she’ll feel even worse later on if she can’t sleep.

“Yeah, as much as I don’t want to,” You pout, feeling how warm her skin is under your touch. “It’ll do her good to have some fresh air and wake up a bit.”

Calum gently moves the blanket from her lap and pats her tummy, slowly trying to rouse her. Ever since she was born, Mara had been a heavy sleeper - never one to be easily woken up. Maybe she did get that from you. There’d be times where Calum would take her outside with him in the morning to watch the sun rise and she’d happily sleep in his arms, undisturbed by any movement.

“Mara…” Calum murmurs, undoing the buckles so he’d be able to pick her up once she wakes up. He didn’t want to startle her, and knows she’ll just go back to sleep if he rocks her. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

He notices Mara twitch and start sucking on her pacifier — a sign that she’s a little more awake than she was. He brushes his thumb over her cheek and she whines, screwing her eyes up when she realises that she’s outside. She stretches, reaching her arms out for a moment and closing her eyes once more when she relaxes.

“I love watching her wake up.” You comment, chuckling as she very slowly comes round. Calum decides she’s awake enough to move her — carefully slipping his hands underneath her and pulling her up to his chest. “Hi, baby.”

Calum groans dramatically as he gets her settled in his lap and a few cries slip from Mara’s lips at the disturbance; fists lifting to rub her eyes as she wakes up. She sniffles and sucks harder on her pacifier, burying her face against Calum’s chest as he holds her.

“Good afternoon, my love,” Calum murmurs, rubbing her back with his fingertips as he cradles her. “Are you back with us, hey? You’ve been asleep for a long time, honey.”

You know she has no idea what he’s saying, but she loves hearing his voice all the same. He gives her a moment to wake up, brushing his fingers through her hair and cuddling her against him.

“Look how red her cheeks are,” You mention, pouting at the sight — rosy red from how sore her gums are. “Our poor baby.”

He lifts her up so she’s basically standing on his legs, her face in front of his - her hands lifting to cover her eyes from the light. There’s a few families around, children playing and birds singing — a lot of different sights and noises for her to take in. It’s a peaceful day — a feeling of contentment overcoming both you and Calum.

“Hi, little moon,” Calum kisses her pouty lips and gets her settled in his arms, a hand underneath her to keep her sat up. She yawns and her eyes land on you, a smile on her lips as she realises you’re there. “Oh, there’s a smile! We haven’t seen one of those for a little while. Should we get you home soon and have some dinner? How does that sound?”

Calum decides to carry her on the way home for a little while, and your heart melts at the sight — the way he points out different trees and her curious eyes take in the new sights. There’s no one else you want to discover more of the world with.

***

When Calum said Mara wouldn’t sleep that night… he was right. After an hour of rocking her in her room to no avail, you decide to let her join your movie night; there was no point in stressing yourself and Mara out if she didn’t feel like sleeping.

“She gets her stubbornness from you too,” Calum announces, kissing Mara’s temple as he sits down on the sofa next to you with her in his arms. Duke is curled up on one side of you, a blanket thrown over your knees as you waited for Calum to bring Mara down to join you both. “She is not sleeping anytime soon.”

Her big brown eyes look at you from her spot on Calum’s lap — evident that no sleep is about to take place. You laugh at Calum’s words and roll your eyes, shaking your head as Mara reaches out for you.

“Yeah, come here, sweetheart,” You take her and settle her in your lap, brushing your fingers through her hair. “Dad is so mean, isn’t he?”

Calum joins you under your blanket and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you both close to him. His cheek rests against your head as he looks at Mara, seeing so much of both you and him in her. He finds the discarded teething ring and hands it to her, hoping it’ll settle her down if it soothes her a little.

“Hey, don’t tell her that,” He replies, his free hand stroking her cheek as she yawns. “You’re meant to be on my side, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, we’re ganging up on you on this occasion, babe.” You shrug your shoulders, rubbing your hand down Mara’s back as she settles in his lap.

Mara finally falls asleep a little later that night curled up in Calum’s arms on the sofa — a warm bottle of milk managing to help her drift off. At the same time, you’re fast asleep with your head in Calum’s lap, and he decides that Sunday’s are his favourite day.

And that with his little family... every day feels like Sunday.

***

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