#baby blueberry snake boi

[nagisasstuff]

I have absolutely no life at all but I do know nagisa

#assclass #assassination classroom #nagisa shiota #ass class #assasination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #live laugh love nagisa shiota #shiota nagisa #baby blueberry snake boi #snake boy

[bruciemilf]

I so desperately crave a fic where Bruce forgets all about an interview he scheduled with Clark, specifically, with our boys in this portrayal

He's swallowed up by that ginormous red hoodie Jason always forgets at the manor. It's got a soft undertone of beer and pizza clinging to it, and knowing Jay, the chances of that changing are close to none.

It's Bruce's favourite thing to wear.

Below that, Dick's sweatpants have to be snaked tight around his waist. He's wearing Tim's ridiculously soft socks, Batman themed as well, a flock of bats starting from his calf and gathering into his famous cowl on top of his foot.

On his hands, he's sporting two bracelets that Damian and Cassandra asked him to help craft. He accepted, of course, because his little Damian looked astray, eyebrows down and eyes worried, scared of rejection.

They were both terrible at it. Cassandra had a great time. And Bruce's dark green and sunshine gold bracelets pleased Damian greatly.

But he had no time to shower that morning; His ribs were moaning still, every step he took feeling like Bane's brutal, sledgehammer punches, hitting him right in the gut.

And Dick stole all his conditioner, and Steph smuggled his skincare products, exfoliants, bath salts, and everything she could get her grabby little hands on, and gone she was. Tiny fingers, big damage.

But that was fine; He didn't expect anyone today. He'll just scarf some blueberries and yoghurt and gulp down four espressos before burying his nose in Jim's earliest case.

That's what he thought

Before modern day Adonis suddenly emerged I his living room.

This man, he's...He's... he's beauty. That's all Bruce can muster in his flustered mind, brain itself blushing, cheeks hot and soaring with a fierce flush. Which was impossible to miss with his paleness. God.

There you are! Got me scared for a moment there," oh no. He makes deep voices sound cute. Those pearly whites had no mercy on Bruce, neither did that boyish grin, glowing silver and warm. " Thought I'd fall through a secret door and straight into a shark tank. "

Say something. Say something funny, come on, he's joking with you.

" ... Why are you In my house?"

Fuck.

"This man, - Clark, Bruce knows who he is. Out of all the bad things that had to happen today, being surprised by his favorite journalist just had to be one of them, - blinks, some grin cut down, and Bruce curses in his mind.

"Um. Your father let me in. Did you forget,-"

" I forgot you were coming. I, uh. I," he stuttered; He hasn't stuttered since he was 16, and had to pitch that board meeting to a mile long table of greedy, silver artefacts in suits who wanted to snatch his company. " I, - Coffee. You want...Coffee?"

"...Sure. I'd love some."

Was it just Bruce, or did this report carry a note of amusement in those words? Bruce scrambled for the first cupboard he could see, " NO!"

Clark jumped on his feet, making a dash for him behind the kitchen island. Bruce almost choked, because up close, he could notice the buttons and seams on that baby blue plaid shirt fight for their lives. " What's wrong?!"

" We're out of coffee," he hissed, muttering a ' damn it, Tim, I TOLD you to replace it' but no matter. He had to find Clark something else. " Uh... Water? Juice? Do you like orange juice?"

He could see it, the corners of Clark's lips tugging upwards, " Orange juice is my favourite drink. But it's fine, really. I'm here to unbury your deepest darkest secrets, not have lunch," he smiled, then, most likely noticing Bruce simply froze in place, he added, " That was a joke!"

Bruce forced a laugh, " Of course. Why would I have something to hide? I have nothing to hide," Very well, that sounded entirely too suspicious. " I mean, not anything illegal. Just... Secrets. The normal amount."

Clark nodded, endlessly patient, this saint of a man, " I've had my share of that. Don't worry, Mr. Wayne."

" Oh, just Bruce. That's my name."

The taller man smiled, " I'm just going to ask you about your involvement in renovating Arkham and maybe Mr. Grayson's podcast, but that's all. I won't try to fish for information. I don't believe in peer pressure and bullying."

" I know," his mouth spoke without him, " I, uh, I know you. Your journalism, I mean! My youngest enjoys your online interviews. We watch you together. I'm a fan of your writing, thought. It's magnificent. "

Even if Clark blushed to be polite and thanked him quietly, Bruce wanted to dive off a building without a grappling hook.

" Uh... Bruce? You're murdering your orange."

True enough. The fruit was entirely empty in his clenched fist, spilling over his hand and pooling on the floor. Bruce cursed. Slamming the sad, deflated remaining on the counter, he simply said, " I'll cut this now."

" Okay." Nodded Clark, clear, perfect blue eyes fixed on Bruce and his hands. Bruce only prays his fingers won't tremble like his heart is.

He stabs the orange.

It squirts all over his hoodie, and Bruce offers no reaction. It's almost worth it, this pit of mortification slowly, tortuously devouring his body, to see Clark's impressive frame shake with laughter behind his giant hands, goofy glasses crooked on his nose.

" I'm sorry," he sounds as dead as he feels. " The orange has retaliated." That did it; Clark was full on laughing now. Humiliation burned like liquid fire over Bruce's face.

If Dick were here, or Alfred, he'd hide his face into their chests like a shameful child. But neither are there, so all he can do is slowly place the knife on top of marble, and stand there like a statue.

Coming off his high, Clark watches him closely, a speckle of mirth shining on blue. " You know, you're nothing like I thought you'd be. As much as I enjoy this, you should change."

" I'll try. I don't want to be like this, either."

Clark grinned. " I meant your clothes, Bruce."

" ... Yes. I should. I have a large collection of clean clothes. Because I do my laundry regularly. I know how to do laundry."

Why are you still talking?

Then, gone was that angelic, fond grin from Clark's Greek statue of a face. He smiled hotly, almost...Sultry? At Bruce now. Something saucy. Sweat was sticking to his skin. " Do you want me to pick something for you?"

"... Please?" He squeaked.

Twin steps went inside his bedroom, and they didn't come out for a long time.

#batman #battinson #superman #clark kent #superbat #bruce x clark #soft bruce wayne #good dad bruce wayne #dc comics #dcu #jason todd #fluff #writing #my writing #text

[jungle-angel]

I’ll Keep You Warm (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You know Rhett will always be there for you and the kids, even on the coldest nights Wyoming has ever seen

Rhett closed the hatch on the back of the pellet stove in the basement, making sure it was completely filled and that the woodstove in the living room had enough in it to last the night. School had already cancelled until Monday and all the animals on the property had to be in due to the temperatures that were predicted to dip below zero. 

“Alright my stinky familiars,” Rhett said to the skunks, snapping his fingers and pointing towards the beat up old wicker basket where the babies were all laying in a pile to keep warm. 

The male and female obeyed instantly, earning a handful of mealworms from Rhett in their food dishes which were still full of blueberries, pears and the insectivore chow that Wes had brought over from the wildlife center. Rhett scratched their chins and ran his hand along their tails before they curled around the babies who were still small and needed to nurse. 

Back upstairs he went to see if Willy and Tiny were in their basket yet, the kittens mewing as they searched for their mother. Rhett quickly got a hold of the one who was always sneaking around and hiding in your yarn basket before putting him back with his brothers and sisters. 

“Darlin ya’ll still down here?” he asked. 

“In the kitchen,” you answered. 

Rhett made his way into the kitchen and snaked his arms around you as you scrubbed away at the last of the dishes. He pressed his warm lips against your neck, listening to the purr in your throat. 

“How goes Momma?” he asked, his voice deep from exhaustion. 

“Tired,” you answered. “I’m cold too. I’m shaking like a chihuahua dog.” 

Rhett laughed a little, but he too could feel the cold radiating a little against the window above the kitchen sink. “Kids need flannel pjs tonight, right?” he asked. 

“And the heavy quilts,” you reminded him. 

Rhett kissed your cheek but quickly snapped to attention when he heard the loud cries of a newborn coming from upstairs. “You stay put,” Rhett ordered. “I’ve got him.” 

Rhett headed upstairs to your shared bedroom, his steps quickening as the cries grew louder. Poor Dallas was fully awake, only in his little onesie and nothing else as he lay in the knotted pine sleeping basket on Rhett’s side of the bed. 

“Oh buddy, c’mere,” Rhett cooed as he lifted the little one out of his sleeping basket. “You’ve gotta be freezing.” 

Rhett found his little blue and white knit blanket Cecelia had made the day Dallas had officially been adopted into the family, wrapping it around his little form and holding the baby against him for warmth. 

“You were cold weren’t you?” Rhett said as he carefully put Dallas’s little blue and green pacifier in his mouth. “I know buddy, I know. Wish we could all go to Florida for a little while and get some sunshine.” 

Dallas’s crying died down to a few squeaky little whimpers as Rhett kissed the smooth tufts of hair on Dallas’s fragile little head. He dug around in the dresser to see if he could find some warm pjs for the baby and sure enough, there they were. You had gotten them the day of the official court ruling that Dallas was yours, the little blue footie pajamas that had a cowboy on a bucking bronco stitched onto them. Cecelia had thought they were the cutest thing in the world and now that Dallas had grown a little, he fit into them perfectly. Rhett even found the little crochet socks and matching hat that would keep him extra warm. 

Out of the old clothes and into the new and Dallas finally settled right down. Rhett carefully placed him in the sleeping basket, covering him with the blanket and stroking his hair. He hardly noticed you in the door, the broad smile on your face growing wider by the second. You loved how soft he was with the kids, especially the boys when they were newborns and the girls? Whenever he’d snuggle the girls, your legs turned to jelly.

“Is he asleep?” you whispered. 

“Gettin there,” Rhett answered. “What about the others?” 

“Hannah’s still awake,” you answered. “She’ll be reading her Little House on the Prairie books for hours. The big twins went down and so didn’t the little twins.”

“Kaya?” 

Before you could answer, in rushed Kaya in her little red and black flannel pajamas that Papa and Nana Cece had gotten all of the kids for Christmas. “Daddy, I’m done with my bath,” she chirped, pushing some of her wet hair over her shoulder. 

You laughed as your youngest daughter jumped up on the bed, hushing her before she had a chance to get too loud. “Alright Princess,” Rhett said, picking her up onto his hip. “Now that your baby brother’s asleep, it’s your turn.” 

He could feel Kaya’s tiny little frame buzzing with the cold, her teeth chattering like machine gun fire as Rhett brought her into her room. “C’mon Princess,” he said. “Up in your bed.” 

Kaya climbed the ladder right up into her bed, snuggling under the sheets, the comforter and the thick duvet cover that you and Rhett both tossed over her, her little velveteen rabbit tucked under her arm. 

“I love you Princess,” Rhett whispered, kissing her forehead. 

“I love you too Daddy,” Kaya chirped. 

You and Rhett turned out the lights and headed back to your own room, settling under the thick covers and watching the snow fall outside your window as Dallas snored softly in the basket next to you. 

Rhett curled his arms around you and pulled you close, the both of you asleep in one of his zip-up hoodies under layers of thick, warm blankets that felt more like a giant weighted one. 

“Still wanna go somewhere warm soon?” you asked, stroking his jaw which felt like sandpaper. 

“I’m hopin soon Darlin,” he murmured. “I’m gettin cabin fever real bad.” 

“Don’t worry,” you chuckled. “When my students were having their Spanish lessons, I went online and managed to get some pretty good plane tickets for Florida.” 

Rhett’s eyes went wide, his jaw hanging open like a confused guppy. “I.....I....you....we’re goin to Florida?” 

“When the kids go on February break,” you informed him. “A cousin of mine left us the house down in Key West, free of charge.” 

Rhett half laughed, half cried with relief. “Aw Darlin, ya’ll didn’t have to do that.” 

You tilted his chin so that his eyes met yours. “And you think I haven’t noticed you looking depressed lately?” you told him. “C’mon, you need the sunshine. Plus we have amazing memories of that place.” 

“Hmmm, our honeymoon in Key West.” 

The two of you lay awake until your eyelids couldn’t stand it anymore, recalling those beautiful memories of yours and Rhett���s honeymoon in the Florida Keys, the sunshine, laying in the hammock for hours and spending an ungodly amount of time on the beach, leaving the two of you a sunburned mess. 

And you couldn’t wait to do it again with your family.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader

[takadokii]

chapter three ‧₊.࿐ bittersweet mortal cravings / words of wisdom

summary After kissing your best friend, things change in ways you didn't expect, and you can't help but wonder whether you've gained clarity or more confusion about your feelings in the end! Confiding in Satoru turns out to be more helpful than expected, and he offers you some words of wisdom! warnings slightly suggestive scene, swearing, a bit of angst, satoru is losing his shit (twice) word count 6.5k songs pluto projector rex orange county, everyone adores you (at least i do) matt maltese, we might even be falling in love victoria monét

"when you say my name, nothing's changed, i'm still a boy inside my thoughts"

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Satoru awakens to the sound of his phone ringing and a familiar weight dropping down on his lap. 

Peeking one eye open, he's met with a heavenly sight; you, wearing one of his older jerseys and tilting your head, leaning forward to nuzzle your nose into his.

"Mornin', baby," he grins groggily, doing his best to stay awake just to admire how stunning you look in the sunrise today.

"Good morning, dummy." 

You can't help but return the lovestruck smile, finally leaning in for a chaste but much-awaited kiss, the phone still ringing, discarded on your empty side of the bed.

Delicate hands find themselves trailing up your waist, and Satoru attempts to pull you even further into him, but you push yourself off, knowing you wouldn't make it out of bed til the afternoon if you gave in to him now.

Your fingers trace along the soft skin of his pecs, warming under your touch.

"Suguru's still calling, y'know?"

Satoru ignores your remark, instead chases after your lips again and with a tentative lick against the plush flesh, you open your mouth gladly for another few minutes of bliss.

"Mm, he'll call again if it's important," he muffles into the skin along the edge of your jaw, slowly trailing down.

You giggle as his teeth graze your collarbone. "He's already called two times, though!"

Giving him one last parting kiss, much to Satoru's dismay, you slip off his lap and return to the kitchen, giving him some space to talk with your friend.

His head falls back against the pillow, close-eyed and with a lopsided grin, he sighs before reaching for his phone.

"Hey, man." 

He sits up on the edge of the bed in one swift motion, stretching his back with a yawn.

"Gods, you sleep long," Suguru complains from the other end, and Satoru just giggles at the traffic he can hear in the background of his scolding. 

"You're just jealous I get to sleep in," Satoru's feet slap lazily against the floor as he drags himself to find you again, having no shame in the fact that he can't even spend half a minute without your warmth.

"Of course I am," Suguru grumbles, "anyway...Coach asked if you're ready for the game tonight or if your knee is still-"

"My knee is just fine! Yaga always worries too much."

Leaning over the kitchen counter, a grin audible in his tone as you offer him a washed blueberry and smile as his teeth graze your fingertips when he bites into it.

Satoru hates to see it falter slightly after hearing his words, turning away a little to continue mixing the rest of the berries into the batter.

"Anyways, I'll see you later. Have fun at the office, Suguru~!"

"I hate you so much. See ya."

Suguru hangs up on him, and Satoru doesn't waste another second, throwing his phone mindlessly on the counter before walking over to you and snaking his hand around your waist, peppering your face with more good morning kisses.

"You worried, baby?" He utters into your skin, and you can hear that he feels terrible about it, which only makes you worry even more.

You hum dismissively in response. The two of you had this conversation a million times already, and by now, you knew better than to even suggest stopping Satoru from doing what he loves. 

"You don't have to worry, baby. I'm the best! And they need their captain, hm? Or else these idiots wouldn't get anything done."

You hate that he thinks like this, that he always accepts all the unrealistic expectations set for him, never once asking for help, consistently making sure to do his job and more. Yet still, you can't help but think that it is one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.

"I know. I can't help that I'm worried," you shrug and turn to face him again. He looks so pretty you almost forget what you were frustrated about for a moment, his hair still dishevelled and his eyes half-lidded, shirtless and focusing on nothing but you, as always. 

The look you give him is soft and pleading, despite knowing better, asking him silently to stay with you tonight.

"Nothing can hurt me when you're around, m'kay?" He presses a kiss onto your lips with such gentle force it tells you, 'I love you endlessly, but I can't do what you're so desperately asking me to.' And it stings a bit.

Nonetheless, you two make out in the kitchen for what feels like an eternity until your lips are so swollen you forget he's leaving for a moment. As his hands rub mindless patterns into your waist, you pull away breathlessly and grin against him.

"Mm, couldn't you be a basketball player? It's hot in a long sleeve this time of year," you complain, pulling at the fabric to cool yourself down.

"You look very hot indeed," Satoru muses, pulling you back into him for another kiss.

"Besides, then you'd always complain about being cold any other season, huh?"  

Slowly, he lets his fingers trail down to your hips, and a sneaking suspicion confirms itself when his hands find nothing but the material of his jersey separating his hands from your skin.

You turn off the stove, shaking your head at his antics before dragging him towards the empty counter by the hem of his sweatpants. 

"But I still have you to keep me warm..."

He lifts you up and sighs dreamily into the next kiss as you pull him closer with your legs.

"... don't I?"

‧₊.࿐

10th August 2006

Suguru hadn't spoken to you since that night.

He was gone by the time you woke up, which was embarrassingly late in the afternoon, and you could only recall vague fragments of the evening, memories hazy and blurred. Though as your fingers came up to brush against your lips almost instinctively, you remembered the way his felt against yours perfectly, as though you could sense him kissing you all over again.

You've texted him loads since then but were met with short, polite, but uninterested answers that clearly indicated he was not ready to talk to you.

The radio silence was driving you wild over the weekend and the only thing on your mind on every mission. So desperate to clear things up with him, you found yourself standing in front of his door, fist clenching and unclenching as you paced around, hoping to find the courage to knock for the past half hour.

You went over the words you were going to say one more time, but your inner monologue was interrupted when the door suddenly swung open. 

Suguru's mother stares up at you with big eyes and a warm smile before grasping both of your hands into hers and pulling you inside.

"Kazuha! What a pleasure, I haven't seen you in ages! You've grown so much, honey," she grins and gives you a hug so tight you fear your ribs cracking any moment now.

"You look sickly. Have you not been eating well? I've just made a big batch of food for Suguru's trip if you're-"

"Trip?" 

You don't mean to interrupt, but the words tumble out of your mouth before you have time to think, "Where is he going?"

She blinks up at you in surprise, and with a sympathetic frown, she reaches to rub circles into your arm.

"Oh, honey, I thought he told you already..."

"I'm going to Nikko. Hiking. To clear my mind," Suguru speaks up from the end of the hallway, and you wonder how long he had been standing there without saying a word.

"Oh." Is all you manage to answer, and the silence that falls upon the genkan is painful. So much so his mother excuses herself shortly after and gives the two of you some privacy. 

He leads you into the living room, and you sit down a little farther away from him than you normally would. A show is running on the TV that Suguru had briefly mentioned to be his father's favourite, yet he seemed to be nowhere in sight, and the volume was turned so far down it was barely audible.

He acts nonchalant about everything, striking up a conversation as he would with you on any other day, asking you how Mizuha has been as if he hadn't ignored and avoided you the whole weekend.

"How long will you be gone for?" You can't help yourself but ask, feeling as though his trip was the least awkward, unaddressed topic in the room.

You felt a bit stupid for making such a big deal out of it now; going over the interactions you've shared over the weekend, you wonder if it was really just you being overly paranoid.   

"Not that long, I think. Just a few days. I'll try to make it back in time for Mizu's birthday." And when he grins at you, it looks just as it always has.

"Good, she really wants you there, you know?" You smile as the tension finally seems to fade. 

"And you?" he questions, so casually you can only manage to stutter out a few syllables before his mother cuts your conversation short, entering with a tray of treats. 

"Is green tea fine, dear?" She beams, and you graciously take the cup from her hands, still somewhat flushed from her son's words.

After taking a seat across from you, she reaches out to Suguru's loose hair, who flinches back at her attempt, squinting his eyes in annoyance. 

She falls back into the soft cushion of her chair with a defeated sigh before turning towards you with her tea cupped in between her hands. 

"I've always told Suguru to grow out his hair, but I think he's just doing it now because he's lazy… Gods know the boy'd never do something I told him to!"

His hair was different today, half up with a few more strands than normally framing his face. You giggled along politely with his mother's words and would glance over at him every now and then.

She leans forward, "Can I?"

Her hand inches towards you in a way you've grown used to, and you meet her in the middle so she can curl a red strand around her finger.

"I haven't seen a colour this beautiful since I met Suguru's father. It's stunning. And healthy, too."

Your breath stocks at her words. You are glad that at least your hair has healed from your past, and as they pierce themselves through your heart, it aches so bittersweet, suddenly aware that it does, in fact, still beat.

"Have you ever tried dying it?" She tilts her head, and you can feel Suguru's concerned gaze piercing into your cheek. 

"Uh…I used to, yeah. But it was no use. The dye never stayed in my hair for long," you smile politely, enjoying the burning sensation against your tongue as you take a sip of tea.

She nods along, deep in thought. 

"Hmm, I can imagine, a colour like this must be hard to drown out…"

She trails off, and you feel your heart stop.

"Yeah. My mother used to say that as well."

At her mention, the room falls into silence again. A few months into meeting his mother, you had told her a bit about your upbringing, mainly because she seemed so concerned that you lived on your own.

She listened to you with tears in her eyes, apologising for getting so emotional. The both of you settled in the comfortable quiet that followed, and as her hand reached to stroke gentle circles along your fingers, she told you she always wanted a daughter with a smile that made your heart ache. That day, for the very first time, her fingers brushed through your hair with a gentleness you were unfamiliar with, the one of a loving mother.

"Have you been eating well, honey? You look a little pale." She presses the back of her palm against your forehead before softly caressing your cheek.

"I've not been sleeping well lately, but I'll manage," you attempt to reassure.

"Ah, yes, I remember Suguru mentioned he checked on you before the weekend, but I didn't know you were feeling this bad! You should have checked on her again," she slaps her son with a handkerchief across the chest.

"To be honest, he looked so flushed the next morning I thought he didn't want to tell me what happened for a whole other reason," she whispered with a smirk, and Suguru choked on his tea.

"Mom?!" He turns away to cough, a perfect cover to hide the growing blush on his face.

"Well, if you need anything, you can just call me! Or Suguru, or better yet, you should just come over. You know you're always welcome!"

"Yeah, okay, mom. I think I actually am ready to go now. My train leaves in half an hour. Kazuha, do you uh…" he gets up, uncharacteristically avoiding your eyes before he asks, "Do you want to walk with me, maybe?"

‧₊.࿐

The walk to the trainstation is familiar and comfortable. You help him with one of the smaller backpacks and chat about the many pictures Shoko has been sending from her holiday in Bali, the upcoming semester and his trip.

You fidget a little, and Suguru thinks he has never seen you so skittish as you tell him to call when something is wrong or if he just feels like talking. The thought you were still so obviously thinking about the kiss was making a bit of pride swell in his chest, but he tried to hold himself back from wishful thinking, knowing how badly it would hurt in the end.

"I forgot some jacket at your place, by the way."

"I'll give it to you the next time we see each other," you smile, and he knows you're trying to say, 'You better not avoid me when you come back'.

His train's arrival is announced throughout the station, and he gives you a pitiful look as he watches you fumble, so unsure whether you can embrace him in a hug or not.

He interrupts your mental dilemma by draping his much larger arms around your form, and you drown in the familiar material of his oversized hoodie. Melting into the feeling and enjoying the brief moment of normality, squeezing him back just as tightly.

People were starting to get off the train behind you, and Suguru spoke, head still leaning onto the crown of your head. 

"Kazuha, I'm sorry for what happened that night…you were so exhausted and tired, and I shouldn't have taken advantage of that."

You pull away in disbelief, unable to process how he could possibly think that this was somehow his fault.

"You didn't do that! I never thought of it like that, I promise. It was me who kissed you…and I'm sorry. I should have never…"

"So you regret it?" He says this so bluntly, with uncharacteristically hurried words slipping practically out of his mouth, that you're caught off guard.

"Well, I don't…I mean. I just don't think the timing was right, at the very least."

He lets the words linger in the air between you, squinting a little and thinking them over before he hears the last announcement to get onto the train before its departure.

Regaining his composure, he gives you one last unreadable look, his hand rubbing over your shoulder with a sigh.

"Well, my times up. I'll see you soon."

The train leaves, and you stand there for another good minute, watching it disappear and the next one already arriving. A weird feeling settles in your stomach as you're left to wonder whether you were dreading or anticipating his return.

‧₊.࿐

Missing Suguru increased as soon as you paced around in your home, halfway in your mission clothes with your phone pressed in between your ear and your shoulder as you scolded Yaga for not informing you that his sister would be away on a trip today, leaving you with no one left to babysit.

"Well, who do you want to watch Mizuha while I'm away, huh?!"

You complain, rummaging through your dresser in search of your other sock.

Yaga sighs, suddenly glad the only responsibility on his hand was a panda cub. "I don't know. What about your freeloader loverboy?"

You roll your eyes, and Yaga can sense it even through the speaker.

"Are you even allowed to talk about a student like that…? And he's not my loverboy! Besides, Suguru isn't even here... Just- just give me a minute. I still have someone I could call…"

You hang up on Yaga's empty threat to drive off without you and open your window to send him an angry look while dialling the only other person that came to mind.

‧₊.࿐

Satoru wakes to the sound of his phone ringing and an empty bed.

His eyes blinked open dreamily until he groaned at the tragic reality of his cold bed and the fact someone had dared to interrupt the perfectly good dream he was having.

Reaching for his phone, he pulls it from the charger harshly, flipping it open to see who was about to get an earful of-

His mind goes blank, rubbing his eyes just to make sure he sees correctly before hastily answering, hoping some of the raspiness in his voice still remains.

"What's got you thinking about me this early in the morning, Kazuuu?" He draws your name out, and he's met with a brief moment of silence before you reply.

"...what do you mean 'this early in the morning'? It's two in the afternoon."

He pauses, pulling the phone from his ear to look at the clock, tauntingly blinking '2:47' back at him before trying to find an excuse.

"I- yeah, no, that's that I-"

"Did you seriously sleep til two in the afternoon?!" Your scolding pierces through the speaker, and he flinches away in pain.

His shameful silence speaks volumes.

"Whatever, let a man have a little nap, will you? What did you call me for anyway?" He sort of successfully manages to change the topic, and you sigh, deciding to let it go, considering you were about to ask him for a favour.

“I need you to babysit Mizuha. Please."

Satoru's mouth curves into a smile at your words, and he replies with as much honesty as he can, "Of course, you can bring her over and-"

"No! I…I won't have time. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come over," you mutter, and he can practically see you playing with the ends of your hair as you say it.

"But I thought you didn't- I mean," he trails off, still a little confused. This was certainly not how he imagined your first invite into your home would sound, his heart pounding at the thought nonetheless.

"I know, but every other person I could ask left, and I'm in a hurry."

Satoru's heart was about to start aching at your dismissiveness when you softly added.

"...besides, I trust you."

His silence freaks you out, unable to see he had simply pushed his face further into his pillow, nose deep in an attempt to cool the blush and actually kicking his feet like a schoolgirl with a crush.

"I've sent you the address. Can you be there in twenty minutes?"

"I'll be there," he promises.

‧₊.࿐

"He's here!" Mizuha grins, standing on a chair to look through the peephole while you are still frantically marching in between your bathroom and bedroom in search of the extra med kid you'd usually kept in your leg holster.

Stopping mid-way, you squint your eyes at your sister, who is still poorly attempting to put the stool back in its original position. 

"You're slow," you tease before opening the door and seeing your reflection in Satoru's sunglasses, standing somewhat tensely in front of you.

 "Uhhh, Yaga is ominously watching your apartment in a black car with tinted windows, by the way…"

You can't help but chuckle and inform him that you were well aware. After one good glance at your attire, he could have guessed you were on your way to a mission.

Mizuha hands you the holster she had found, and you attach it to your thigh as you walk through your home, giving him a small tour and telling him all he needs to know.

"Mizuha isn't much trouble, so I'm sure you two will be fine. Just don't let her stand on chairs when you're not close by, and don't let her eat sweets for dinner."

He opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

"Yes, that also means you can't eat sweets for dinner."

Satoru hides his pout in order to ease your mind, and his gaze wanders over your form, admiring how good you look in that outfit. His attentive gaze is pulled away by your face, and he can't help but notice the unusually worried look.

"Hey…are you okay?"

Your head snaps up, and it only further confirms his suspicion.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm just stressed because Yaga is so impatient," you mumble, and your eyes never quite meet his, trailing from his left ear down to the collar of his shirt.

"Oh my god. You're totally lying."

Satoru calls out, a smile on his face due to the fact he actually managed to notice. You seem taken aback by the fact as well, so much so you let yourself slump a little before finally looking at him fully.

"Okay, fine. Can I just…tell you something? As a friend?" You bite your lip, and it feels weird to tell him what happened, but it is eating you alive, and you feel a bit of relief at the thought of getting it off your chest.

"Yes, yes, of course, anything."

He nods, and you look past his shoulder towards Mizuha, entranced by the TV in the other room, before taking a deep breath and figuring out how to possibly phrase this.

"Fine, but be normal about this. Suguru and I kind of kissed, and-"

"WHAT?! I mean...! Haha, please tell me more instantly." he tries to casually lean against the kitchen top, and you can see him claw at the wood from the corner of your eye.

"And now, it's really weird between us, I don't know. I went with him to the trainstation today, and we talked about it. I still feel like we left things just kinda as confusing as they were before and-"  

Satoru couldn't hear you over the ringing. His mind screaming, and his heart was pounding as he tried to maintain an interested and focused smile. He was glad he hadn't taken his glasses off yet. Pretty sure one of his eyes had started twitching.

"…Satoru?" His name tumbling out of your mouth pulls him back to the conversation, and he takes a deep breath before choosing his next words.

"I am being soo normal about this." He says, but it's drowned out by the internal screaming anyway.

"I don't think you are…" You squint your eyes at him, and at the somewhat frustrated glare you give him, he suddenly grabs you by the shoulders like a madman.

"So! Normal! So normal you could even call it neutral! What a bland, non-day-ruining piece of information you've just told me! You know what? Let me think about this very casually for the rest of the day, and I'll get back to you with some words of wisdom." The smile he gives you is tense, and it scares you a little. You can see the stoic glint in his eyes, even behind the glasses.

"...Is your eye twitching?"

He ignores your question and starts pushing you towards the door instead.

"Mizuha and I are going to have so much fun, promise! I'll send you update photos!"

He kicks you out with a bright chuckle, and as the door clicks closed, Satoru lets his head collide harshly with it, his laughter fading out into a groan.

"I want to die."

Mizuha glances over the backrest of the couch before turning up the volume of her show and hiding with a frightful gulp.

Her efforts proved useless as it didn't take long for Satoru to collapse dramatically next to her, sighing until she finally showed him the mercy of asking what's wrong.

"I'm so glad you asked!" He squeaks before rambling about the tragic history of his one-sided, recently discovered feelings for you and the love triangle he now seems to be in.

"How come awful things always happen to hot, amazing people like me?" He sighs before perking up again with a fabricated smile. "But it's fine, right?! I'll be fine!"

Mizuha sees his eye twitching again and doesn't bother answering.

Moments later, he was walking circles around the dinner table, and Mizuha was unsure whether she was still supposed to listen to him now that he was just frantically pacing around and mumbling just loud enough she'd hear if she really cared to.

"Maybe it wasn't even that big of a deal. A small peck between friends," he scratched his head before halting and turning to make clockwise circles now.

"Or! Maybe it was a huge deal. Gigantic, like- like a full makeout session."

"I don't think you should be saying things like this in front of a three-year-old."

"As if you're even listening!" Satoru snaps before letting his head fall back as he groans.

"I feel like I'm losing something…"

"...your mind?" He halts in his tracks, his hair is already a little dishevelled, and he manages to look like you had with two full days of sleep depravity in just 3 hours. 

"NO! It feels like I'm losing," he pauses and glances to the side, hesitant, "the woman of my dreams that I am courting very casually. Or something."

"How long have you known my sister for…?" Mizuha asked with brows raised, and he fell back down on the couch next to her.

"I've known your sister way longer than she might like to admit, you know. We go wayyy back," he shrugs with a smirk.

‧₊.࿐

Satoru had just finished playing with Mitaka, who was lying on the floor, eyes pinched together, and head turned away as the other boy put a bandaid on his knee.

"You're a Kamo, and you're afraid of blood?" Satoru had teased, and Mitaka just gave him a playful kick with the leg that was still in his friend's hand.

The two boys decided to take a break despite the fact that Satoru hadn't actually needed it. He could see Mitaka was exhausted and used the free time to wander around their estate curiously. Usually, when his mother and yours met up, you'd meet at the Gojo residence, and he liked the fact that your home wasn't as swarmed with servants and other people telling him what to do.

He halts in his steps when he sees you, hands raised in the air as you slice your finger open, face scrunching up a little at the pain before you press just below the cut and let as much blood drip into your palm as you manage.

He watches curiously as you start bending the blood, first into a small ball and then flattening it as thinly as you can before you gradually start to form four spikes extending from its centre. With one last mutter, you press it together as hard as you can, and the Shuriken solidifies in your palm.

Satoru thinks the self-satisfied smile that grazes your face is the prettiest thing he's ever seen. 

He watches as you throw it gently into the air, how it hovers just above your hand before you throw it with as much force as possible. The whistling sound it makes echoes through the forest.

It is only when you follow its circling trajectory that you notice the boy who'd been watching you, and with wide eyes, you sprint towards him.

Gojo is too caught up in the fact you're approaching him at all; he fails to notice your panicked look or the fact he should probably activate his Infinity, considering the Shuriken that was aiming right for his head.

"Watch out!" You yell, and as a last-minute effort, you release the Shuriken from its form. As it explodes into tiny specks of blood drops, you quickly direct them away from the expensive fabric of his kimono.

You pant a little, frowning when you see the boy still staring at you, starstruck, not even having the decency to thank you, and finally, you realise who it is. Your mother had forbidden you from speaking with Gojo a long time ago, not that she'd even let you anywhere near where he and Mitaka were playing.

"Are you incompetent or something?!"

His eyes widened at the accusation before a fascinated smile found its way onto his face. You were so blissfully different from all the other people he had met, bowing at his feet and praising his every action. You were a breath of fresh and admittedly rude air.

"No one ever called me incompetent before…"

You huff, "Maybe not to your face." And your tone catches Satoru off guard; suddenly, he realises the predicament he was setting up for himself, and still, his heart pounded in excitement.

Your gaze tears itself away from him at the sound of your mother's voice, yelling that the cookie tray is 'looking awfully empty'. With closed eyes, you sigh, and it makes Satoru's chest ache to see your fierceness fade away.

When you walk past him to rush back inside, he grabs you by the arm, and you look back at him in astonishment. So he can move.

"W-wait! I’m Gojo, Gojo Satoru.”

You can't help but snort.

"I know, idiot."

‧₊.࿐

He finishes his story with a dumb smile, and Mizuha squints at him.

"So you like…being insulted?"

He scoffs in disbelief at her conclusion and walks into the kitchen to get started on dinner.

"That's not the point at all, god, you are being such a three-year-old."

"Well, at least you've calmed down now…" Mizuha grins as she trails after him, suspecting that Satoru might need a little help in the kitchen. Passing by your slightly ajar bedroom door, he sees a piece of clothing discarded on the floor and picks it up for you, placing it over the backrest of a chair Mizuha was totally not trying to grab just now.

He walks one step before a realisation hits him, and he halts. Turning around, Satoru gulps and pulls the fabric up in front of his face to inspect it closer. 

Next to the small embroidered basketball team logo, he sees a familiar name lazily scribbled.

Geto Suguru

Mizuha, who had already halfway pulled a different chair into the kitchen, flinched together at his defeated cry.

‧₊.࿐

You return a little earlier to the two of them, still busy in the kitchen because you were admittedly worried about how Satoru would be able to handle Mizu.

But they didn't even notice your arrival, too busy laughing together as your sister showed him how to crack an egg properly.

They both fail terribly, and you announce yourself home by pushing them aside to wipe the eggs they cracked from your countertop and continue their poor attempt at cooking.

"We wanted to make Tteokkbokki!"

"And you decided the first step would be to crack two eggs…?"

They point at each other accusingly, and you pull the bag of rice cakes out of the drawer and let them soak in the warm water as you prepare the soup stock.

Mizuha is curious as to why you suddenly seem so content to cook, nearly making a comment about how you're "almost as good as Suguru" but refraining, considering Satoru had just calmed down from his second meltdown.

While stirring the noodles, you smile up at Satoru, who is still standing by your side, observing every single one of your movements with big, attentive eyes.

"I hope Mizuha wasn't being difficult."

Your sister scoffs behind you, mixing together the sesame seeds and sesame oil while you cut the spring onions.

"I'm not the one you should be worried about being difficult," she mumbles under her breath, and Satoru gives her a pointed glare.

Leaning behind you when you were focused on seasoning the soup stock, he whispers, "You're losing chair privileges for that comment, young lady."

Mizuha simply stuck her tongue out at him.

"You're not my dad!" But her hands grew tired from the stirring anyway, and so she still complied with his wishes, jumping down and returning to finish her show.

"What was that about?" You question as you pour the rice cakes into the stew, watching Mizuha waddle into the living room.

"Nothing! Did you know I actually had a dream about us where-"

"Go set the table."

"Okay, Kazu!"

‧₊.࿐

During dinner, you're surprised by how quickly Satoru and Mizuha seem to get along. Even with Shoko, it took her a while to warm up and come out of her shell, but the two of them were teasing and mocking each other as though they were childhood friends, and it did make sense that Satoru had a similar mindset to a three-year-old.

Satoru had insisted on helping you with the dishes and promised he would actually do something. Truthfully, you are somewhat impressed at how skillfully he manages to rinse off the chopsticks.

You thank him absentmindedly as you reach for a new kitchen towel.

As you turn back around, you bump right into Satoru's chest, his hands trapping you between his body and the counter, and you stare up at him, heartbeat quickening and cheeks flushing a little at the colour in his eyes.

"W-what are you…"

You can see the blue so clearly, no glasses in the way, eyes softened as they stare at you reassuringly and with longing you can't quite place.

" 'm just checking something…" he trails off, and you let your gaze move across his skin, standing so close you realise he does have a few imperfections that add a lot to the otherwise flawless face of his. 

You let out a squeal when Satoru suddenly kicks his leg into the side of your ankle, tripping you to fall into one of his arms as you yelp.

"Satoru!"

He catches you before stepping away with a self-satisfied smile, pointing at you.

"You just called me by my first name and without my permission nonetheless," he teases, but his smile is genuine at the thought that you let him close this distance between you.

You frowned at the realisation, and Satoru felt alarmed, reaching forward to rub your shoulder in a slight panic. 

"Hey- I was just joking. I'm happy! I want you to call me by my first name. You know that."

It takes a bit, but you give him a gentle nod, shoulders dropping again as you lean into his touch before excusing yourself, realising it was way past Mizuha's bedtime.

After tugging her in, you find Satoru sitting by the windowsill in the living room. Glancing outside, he can see the endless sky beyond the rows of dull apartment buildings, and he can't remember the last time he had taken the time to look out for his own home.

It's the only spot in your apartment you actually somewhat like, and the window, despite the fact it was north-facing, was large, and the built-in cabins beneath it often acted as a bench for you to rest on after a long day.

You join him, the two of you basking in the silence before you sigh and speak up.

"Can we maybe…talk about the kiss?" You still don't know how you feel about addressing it, but it still claws at you, and you had hoped Satoru might offer you some comfort, as he had admittedly managed to do quite a lot lately.

"...You did promise me some words of wisdom."

Your playful comment didn't seem to help much with easing the tension.

Satoru's heart aches. He wants to die. Again!

"Oh, I'd love nothing more than that."

You explain to him that despite the fact it felt right in the moment, it truthfully didn't feel like much thinking back on it. You and Suguru always seemed more like a couple in the eyes of others, and while you loved Suguru deeply, it would simply feel weird to add a romantic aspect to the deep relationship you already shared. 

Satoru is torn between wanting what's best for you and wanting you as he listens along, and despite the fact that it feels a little wrong, he is relieved to hear you say this. 

"Well…you can't help how you feel. Sometimes. Maybe this is your heart telling you that you want something else…someone else," He's being selfish, but at least, he justifies; he's being honest.

You sigh into the material of your hoodie.

"Or maybe…you know, maybe there's just something awfully wrong with me. Maybe you lose your ability to love when you're a Stray."

"Well, when you put it like that…"

You groan.

"Just joking! Just joking. Kazu, you are not only capable of love but also deserving of love. I know you won't believe me when I tell you that it wasn't your fault, but I still want you to know that you don't deserve what happened to you. Even if you think there is no punishment enough for what you've done, you can't keep denying yourself to live and love."

You glance up at him, and you believe you've never been so happy to have Satoru inch closer to you.

"...And laugh?" You taunt, and surprisingly, he's the one to roll his eyes.

"Okay, smartass. And I thought I was the one who always ruined the-"

A soft pair of lips, much softer than he had ever dreamed them of being, plant a kiss against his cheek. Your hand holds his other, pulling his face a little towards you, and as you pull away with a slight smack, you can feel that his skin is, for once, not colder than yours underneath your palm.

With just an inch of distance, lips grazing his face as you speak your next words.

"Thank you, Satoru."

Satoru thinks he might actually die.

"You're- you're welcome, Kazu."

The silence that follows is comfortable, and you enjoy that your arms are pressed against each other as you watch the stars

Minutes pass, and at one point, your head feels so heavy it leans against Satoru's.

"So…how did that kiss feel?" He grins a little, avoiding your eyes and pretending he'd find something equally as mesmerising as you in the night sky.

You chuckle. 

"Let me sleep on it, and I'll get back to you with some words of wisdom, huh?"

"Oh? Is that your way of asking to see me again?" He leans over, and his eyes are so close to yours that you can see that tonight they're warm.

You hum, pretending to think about it.

"... We'll see if you become any more bearable."

chapter two | masterlist | chapter four

is this shit? I'm a lil eepyy.... i might proofread it one more time tomorrow morning!

much love, jae! 🩵

#gojo satoru x oc #gojou satoru x oc #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fanfic #gojou satoru fanfic #gojou fanfic #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru fanfiction #gojou satoru fanfiction #gojou fanfiction #gojo fanfiction #jjk oc #jujutsu kaisen x oc #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk x oc #jjk fanfic #jjk fanfiction #geto suguru x oc #geto x oc #geto x you #geto suguru x you #🎴tales of the cursed !!‧₊.࿐ #🎴caught in the middle !!‧₊.࿐ #jae writing !!‧₊.࿐ #jujutsu kaisen !!‧₊.࿐ #gojo x oc #gojou x oc #caught in the middle

[izroulia]

Three fun facts each about my OCs to get you interested in them

Aries (siren)

First word was boat, because their crib was shaped like a boat

Going on T actually changed their tail colour slightly, the blue patches thinned out a bit

Had a lisp as a child because of a gap in their teeth

Icarus (mermaid)

Has a pet Pomeranian called Vivi

Has to do the hand thing to tell which is left and right

Had freckles as a kid, grew out of most of them

Pandora (mermaid)

Favourite flavour of drinks/lollies etc is blueberry

Her scent for perfumes, creams etc is vanilla bean

Her hands and feet are always cold

Zagreus (merman)

Knocked a baby tooth out in a kiteboarding mishap

Has been stung by a jellyfish once

Realised he was gay because of David from Lilo and stitch

Haru (dragon hybrid)

Sometimes growls in his sleep

Played the drums for a while as a kid

Favourite food is tiramisu

Micha (demon)

Didn’t talk until he was 4, suddenly woke up one day and started talking which gave his parents whiplash

Broke his ankle learning to ride a bike as a kid

Never barefoot, he HATES feeling his feet touch the ground. Always in socks

Styxx (Naiad)

Started learning harp at age 5

Was a very sensitive kid, he cried over everything

Very flexible, can do various intermediate gymnastics skills

Willow (human)

Silvermist from the Disney fairies was her gay awakening

Was a faction caption in primary school

Has a scar on her scalp from a gash she got hitting a rock while surfing

Agnemetra (Pheionex)

Before going batshit insane with power, she wanted to be a court judge

Family are Helios worshipers

Surprisingly good at soccer

Ankhamen (cat spirited)

Caught an asp as a kid and bought it into the palace not knowing how dangerous it was

Was Kopesh and archery trained

Would often sneak out of the palace disguised as a civilian

Carmen (angel)

Is a ballet dancer

Loves cinnamon in anything

Has a bad nail biting habit

Sage (gorgon)

The first hair snake he named was Addy, after a death adder.

Wears a bonnet to sleep in winter to keep his snakes warm

Was raised understanding he was intersex and no gender roles were forced on him, he very quickly decided he was definitely a boy

Momo (fae)

Can sew, knit, crochet and weave

Despite owning and working on an orchid, she hates worms. They give her spine shivers

Was a known prankster in high school

Lucky (fae)

Wants to be a ballerina, asked Carmen for lessons

Natural hair is actually light brown. Her birth parents (and later Haru and Micha) are just cool enough to let her keep dying it green

Calls all the castle staff her aunts and uncles

Wren (Naiad)

Hecate devotee

Hates sour things, like an unreasonable amount. DESPISES them.

Has three sisters, only in contact with one of them after major family drama.

Zimri (ghost)

Can play piano

Never learnt to drive

Knew they weren’t cis when they stole their mother’s nightgown as a kid and put it on ‘just to see’.

Bes (scorpion spirited)

Collected scarabs and made them little houses as a kid

Can read super fast and retain all the information

Regularly draws blood by accidentally scraping his lips with his fangs

Naddaha (siren)

Was never actually a child, he was created with the body and brain of an adult. But he did have to learn to be a functioning person

Fought a crocodile and won

Can drop his voice spookily low.

#izroulia #the tale of bes and naddaha #I cannot be bothered to tag all their names rn #original character #author #autistic author #independent author #lgbt author #my oc story #original book #original story #original characters #my oc #my ocs #fantasy ocs #mermaid oc #merman oc #siren oc #fairy oc #gorgon oc #catboy oc #naiad oc #ghost oc #angel oc #demon oc #dragon oc #gay ocs #mlm ocs #wlw oc #trans oc

[snakeboistan]

Can I just talk about how amazing Shiota Nagisa is? Even without his bloodlust and crazy natural assassin abilities and sneak attacks that are so good that he can catch out multiple professionals on numerous occasions, he’s still such a strong character. I know that physically he looks very weak (as described by Lovro, Karma, Terasaka, Karasuma and practically everyone (like we all saw Sugino’s face when he was holding him back)) and he’s shy and small and speaks with a stutter but he’s made of some pretty tough stuff. He’s lived with his over-controlling, abusive mother - who never wanted him - for all his life, has been abandoned by his father and Karma (his closest and only friend), has been put down by his teachers and peers and has so much self-hatred and so little self-worth that he thought that a suicide-bomb was a good idea at the age of fourteen (still can’t get over his peaceful smile at that part) yet he’s still always smiling and is such a sweet and caring person. He always sees the good in people and is able to see their potential. He saw people that have a history of society being scared of them like Karma and Sakura and his first thought is ‘I want to be friends with them/I want to hang out with them’. He frickin bowed to Takaoka after he beat him in his debut episode, like how can he be so pure? The first time an adult ever treated him with respect was when Karasuma handed him the knife in the same episode (which he only says but I’m going to take that as canon) but he still treats every adult he meets with respect and kindness (even the old neighbourhood ladies that dote on him). And he still calls people out when he thinks they are doing something wrong (like when the boys were planning to spy on the girls), and even if he doesn’t stand up for himself he’s more than ready to protect others (he doesn't care about getting injured but touch a hair on his friends’ heads and he will get mad).

And even though he’s the most talented assassin in the class he’s still only a supporter (instead of a proactive assassin or individualist assassin) because his biggest strength is his ability to help others. Like he’s constantly praising his friends and is more than happy to help them and his inner monologue is like 80% talking about their strengths and how amazing they are and he doesn’t have any envy or jealousy. There's no ‘I wish I were like them’ it’s only ‘wow they’re so cool, how can I help’. Whenever anyone asks for information or to see his assassination notes, he just gives it to them without a second thought because that’s just who he is. 

Now take all that and then add his assassin skills and I don’t know why he isn’t the most popular character.

Life made Nagisa weak so he found strength in his friends

Life told Nagisa that he was unloved 

Nagisa said, “alright but that doesn't mean that I won’t love others”

#assassination classroom #Shiota Nagisa #Nagisa Shiota #baby blueberry snake boi

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844 

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes. 

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door. 

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones. 

Suffice to say, the twins were very different. 

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb. 

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle. 

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips. 

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist. 

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression. 

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”. 

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4” 

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!” 

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work. 

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton. 

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen. 

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler. 

“That’s really good pat-” 

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun. 

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school” 

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands. 

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building. 

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job. 

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched. 

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded. 

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe. 

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work” 

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will. 

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director. 

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t  look marginally like a cave. 

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects. 

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before. 

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid” 

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding. 

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep. 

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was. 

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family. 

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree. 

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day. 

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up. 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anxceitmus #ts anxceitmus #familial anxceitmus #kid!patton #anxceit #ts anxceit #dukexiety #ts dukexiety #ts dukeceit #dukeceit #demus #ts demus #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #logince #ts logince #ts patton #ts virgil #ts remus #ts janus #ts roman #found family #parental moxiety #platonic creativitwins #requests

[mydiazboys]

JUNE [TUWYAN]

Leah was sitting up, nursing Gabrielle when she heard footsteps out in the hallway. Beside her, Eddie was passed out. He had come in during the early hours of the morning, Leah had just been putting Gabrielle back to bed after a diaper change. So now, she didn’t have the heart to wake him for anything.

Christopher’s head popped in through the door, a bright and cheery smile on his face as he made his way in, getting himself cosied up on Leah’s other side. This was a normal weekend morning for the three, sometimes with Eddie added if he hadn’t worked the previous night.

“Did daddy finish late?” Christopher asked, as he peaked a look at his father, who was laid out on his stomach. A soft snore escaping his lips.

“Yeah, he did. We’re gonna let him sleep a little this morning, okay?” She whispered to him, kissing the top of his head. Of course, it was Father’s Day. And the pair had plans to spoil the elder Diaz.

Christopher nodded his head, turning his attention to the baby as he whispered his good mornings to his sister.

“Alright, trouble. Let’s get you set up with some cartoons, Gabby is gonna snooze a little more and I’ll tidy up the mess from dinner last night,” she said, grinning softly as the boy was getting up and making his way to the living room. Leah got up, cradling the baby to her chest as she looked down at the sleeping man in the bed. Oh yeah, she was getting used to this.

It was a little later in the day, the mess in the kitchen was cleared and now replaced with a new mess - but don’t worry, Leah was going to clear it up. She could hear Christopher in the living room, explaining his show to the now awake baby who was in her bouncer.

Arms slowly snaked around Leah’s waist, and she let out a startled gasp. Her fingers released the spoon she was holding to mix up the pancake mix, turning around in his arms slowly. Her fingers, albeit they were covered in mix, reached up to cup his neck softly.

“You should be asleep,” she mumbled to him, but that didn’t stop her from reciprocating the kiss he planted on her lips. He hummed out against her, brushing his nose against hers slowly.

“I did sleep,” he pointed out, a sleepy grin on his face.

“How much do I have to pay you to disappear and pretend to be asleep?” She whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Christopher is really looking forward to waking you up.”

He hummed, narrowing his eyes as he pretended to think about it for a moment, before stealing a kiss from her lips. “How long do you need?” He asked, glancing around at the mess with a raised brow.

“I’m gonna tidy it up after breakfast,” she slapped at his shoulder, before she was shooing him back to the bedroom.

When it came time to wake Eddie, she was pushing open the door and allowing Chris to enter first. He was carefully carrying the breakfast in bed tray, with Leah following close behind with the baby in her arms.

“Daddy! Daddy, wake up!” Christopher called, a bright grin on his face as he walked around to Eddie’s side. Leah watched as the elder feigned sleep for a little longer, as Christopher set the tray on the bed beside him. “Daddy, happy father’s day!”

“Thank you, mijo,” Eddie said, his voice rough from sleep and Leah was sure he had fallen back asleep after he woke up briefly. “Did you cook this for me?”

“No,” Christopher laughed, shaking his head as Eddie was sitting up, moving the tray and then lifting Chris up against his side. “Leah cooked it.”

“But you helped me chop up the fruits and pour in the blueberries, didn’t you?”

Eddie smiled affectionately at the blonde, before he was gently lifting Gabrielle into his arms, kissing her face gently. “Good morning, princesa.”

Eddie was absolutely smitten by his two children, which everyone knew when he was a single father to Christopher. But now that he had Gabrielle as well, everyone was seeing just how much. He was never giving one more attention than the other, he made attempts to involve Christopher in everything with Gabrielle.

And then, his relationship with Leah was developing. It started after she had a breakdown in the middle of the night, a couple of weeks after Gabrielle had been born. She felt like she was failing everyone because she couldn’t soothe her daughter. Eddie had taken over, soothed Gabrielle back to sleep and then turned his attention fully on her. Soothing her, reminding her that they were still learning. They were in this together.

They hadn’t spoken about what they were, or how serious things were. They were just enjoying the time they had together. They also hadn’t mentioned it to anyone else - well, except for the kiss he had stolen from her at the housewarming gathering that the family had overheard on the baby monitor. Leah didn’t know about that though.

“Sorry we’re late, someone had an accident right as we were about to leave,” Leah apologised as they were walking into the Grant-Nash household.

As usual, the family were getting together for a holiday. It seemed a given at this point, and nobody was going to complain if it meant they got an extra Bobby meal. It appeared that they were the last ones to arrive, but they also had a young baby.

These get-togethers were something Leah looked forward to, as she was seeing her fire-family significantly less these days. Eddie would facetime between calls sometimes, and they would make appearances if they happened to be in the area. But she got a lot less time with them, compared to when she was working.

Leah embraced Hen tightly, the first person she had seen. Buck might be her best friend, but she had just as much love for everyone else on the team. Buck had gotten up from his seat, and was hugging Eddie before cooing at the baby, who obviously had him wrapped around her finger already. He had also claimed the first cuddles as he settled back into his seat, cradling Gabrielle to his chest. And then Eddie and Leah were both going around hugging everyone. Christopher had joined Denny and Harry with whatever game they were playing.

“Look at you,” Athena gasped, holding the woman in her arms, raising her brow. “You trying to impress someone?” She teased, wiggling her brows playfully.

“This was an outfit change,” Leah admitted, with a laugh as she rubbed her eye a little. “Gabby had a massive blowout, while I was holding her.”

“Oh, girl,” Hen shook her head. “No wonder you were forcing Eddie to carry her in,” she teased, as the Texan joined them in the kitchen.

“What did I do?” He asked, glancing at them as he was grabbing a juicebox for Christopher, his brow raised.

“Gabby’s blowout,” Leah laughed, before looking back at her friend. “I didn’t force him, he grabbed the carseat from me automatically.”

“I don’t see you fighting to keep it,” he teased, winking playfully as he pierced the juicebox with a straw before taking it out to Christopher.

Leah had found herself tucked between Eddie and Buck, Gabrielle asleep on her chest, knocked out from a feed. Things were beginning to quiet down now, with bellies filled with Bobby’s meal and the late night from the previous shift catching up to the first responders. Eddie was definitely dozing beside her, where she and Buck were talking quietly.

“You’ve really got an amazing life,” Buck whispered, admiring the baby against her chest.

Leah felt so sorry for Buck, as his recent girlfriend, Ali, had left him after she realised he wouldn’t be giving up his life of being a firefighter. “You’ll have this one day,” she promised him, kissing his cheek softly. “But until then, Uncle Bugsy is more than welcome to come over any day he wishes.”

Buck smiled down at her, kissing her head gently, “You’re amazing, Ladybug.”

#911 fox #911 fic #911 #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz x ofc #eddie diaz x oc #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz fic #evan buckley #tangled up with you all night #bugsy and ladybug #this was HELL to write #i had ideas and they didnt write out correctly #i wasnt even sure if i was gonna post this or just leave it #BUT IM COMMITTED #i love leahs and bucks friendship tbh #im gonna write some pre-eddie content for them i think #itll be hot #af #ONLY 2 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT

[goldentsum]

━ jealousy

REQUESTS: (seperately) bokuto, hinata, and akaashi x jealous s/o. say that she isn’t a very jealous person to begin with but there’s another girl who seemed to have taken a liking to the boys and she doesn’t like it. add some angst if you will :) hopefully ends with some fluff. 

🎕 asked by: nonnie 🎕

CHARACTERS: bokuto koutarou, hinata shouyou, and akaashi keiji

GENRE: angst, fluff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i don’t know if i did it right but D: i’m rlly active rn cus im excited idk why-- also hinata has a lot of dialogue in this one

━ bokuto ♡

bokuto is a jealous baby owl and you know it,, know it too well... he gets pouty if your attention is elsewhere even for a minute!

you, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber. well, that what it looks like anyway. 

you get jealous quite a lot, to be honest, but your pride won’t live if you show it so you just try to shrug it off every time

but when kou gets a little too much attention it pisses you the fuck off 

you get snappy and your mood is down for the day but kou is always on his way to make it better~ 

the baby owl may be oblivious but when the topic is about you, he pays attention to your every movement and to what makes you tick

so when someone!! a person you hate because of their flirty attitude and rude remarks gets a little too close to your baby--

oh, it's about to go down!

you’re in the cafeteria sitting on one of the free tables, waiting for your hyperactive baby owl, when you see a certain someone clinging to Bokuto and pressing their chest against his arm

aND WHAT PISSES YOU OFF MORE IS THE OBLIVIOUS SMILE ON BOKUTO’S FACE

you turned around and looked at the juice box you bought for bokuto and grabbed it roughly, stabbing the straw to drink it yourself

you knew how popular bokuto was and how ‘plain’ you were but it still hurt when people never respecting bo’s personal space and your relationship as you two were publicly open with your relationship

akaashi, who was lagging behind bokuto, saw this and quickly rescued the dense captain making a certain someone whines about it but akaashi paid no mind and dragged bo away and towards your table

“hey, babe!” 

you looked at him and rolled your eyes, scoffing a little with the straw still on your mouth as you proceed to ignore him

bokuto’s eyes widen at that and sat closer to you, leaning closer and putting his head on your shoulder, nuzzling at you. 

this usually makes you break but nope, your pride said nope and you ate lunch with bo pouting and whining to you. akaashi who watched the whole scene sighed.

the next time you saw bokuto was at dismissal with him racing to your classroom the moment the bell rang. he went inside when your teacher dismissed you and waited on the side for you even though you were ignoring him. but what slightly shocked you was the serious face he has on. 

when everyone else was gone and you were about to go to, bokuto grabbed your hand and made you stay

“what’s wrong? please talk to me...” He whispered, hugging you close to his body. 

you pouted at that, the gesture cracking your cold demeanor quickly. you sighed and hugged back the sweet boy.

“i’m sorry for ignoring you, kou...” 

you felt his smile on your skin making you smile too

“It’s okay but please explain...” 

his innocent words and eyes made you shy. maybe you overreacted a little bit but your ego is too big sometimes

you averted your eyes and looked at your shoes, bokuto’s arms still around you. 

“cus... you let (h/n) touch you and you were smiling too!” 

you whined a bit, looking up at him. his surprised expression then turned into relief and he started laughing

“who knew you were the jealous type too, (Y/n)!” 

you pouted and hid your face on his chest, 

“shut up... i’m human too, ya know... and you’re not one to talk, you’re the one who always gets jealous..”

“That’s cus my girlfriend is too pretty and too many guys have their eyes on you!”

you scoffed playfully at that, not having the energy to remind bokuto that those guys were just asking for some notes or something to you, knowing well that it would brew into bokuto pulling up his ‘facts’ and arguments on you again that those guys were unto something...

“shut up, you owl”  

“your owl~” 

━ hinata ♡

this small bean is also one of the easily jealous type and he creates a safe and danger distance around you in his mind

there’s only a certain distance a guy can come close to you and if that line gets crossed, he goes pROTECTIVE MODE

tanaka and noya are proud of their pupil as they watch him circle around you like a rabid dog or crow?

he is always with you! ALWAYS! And he always buys you some cold drink or if you don’t bring lunch, he lets you share his bento with the courtesy of his mother as he asks her to make a bigger lunch for him when he knew that you don’t really bring your own lunch.

so when it was lunchtime and hinata was nowhere in sight, that worries you a LOT

you run to the courtyard where you two usually hangs out with kageyama but was surprised to only see Kageyama and his milk box

jogging up to the tall male and you asked him about shoyou and you heard an answer you were not expecting to hear

“some fancy pink letter asked him to go to the rooftop, it said that they wanted to say something to that tangerine” 

(y/n).exe has stopped working

kageyama looked at you with a quirked brow, still sipping on the milk box, he poked you with a curious look

“why did you let him go, you idiot!” you said, surprising kageyama who pouted and glared at you

“why the hell are you yelling? he’s just meeting someone!” 

“you dense blueberry!” you shouted and hit kageyama on the shoulder with a light scowl

kageyama was about to retort when a familiar childish growling caught his attention as you both looked at the side and saw a glaring hinata racing towards you two at a fast rate

“why you kageyama--! don’t get too close to my girlfriends!”

hinata slotted himself between you two and started bickering with the tol blueberry

you sighed at the scene in front of you and a light pink object caught your attention. there it was, a pink chocolate bar in hinata’s hand as he waved it around, trying to punch kageyama. 

you frowned at it and started walking away, leaving kageyama and hinata at the courtyard. hiding from hinata, you ate lunch in the bathroom stall as icky feelings start to grow.

after lunch, you quickly run to your classroom wanting to avoid seeing hinata at the moment 

but luck wasn’t at your side when Hinata dragged you off and got inside the janitor’s closet with you. 

“hinata, what are you doing! lunch is already finished, i’m gonna be late for class!” 

you tried to leave the small room but hinata closed the door when you tried to open it

“no! you left me with kageyama all lunch break!”

“i-i had a stomach ache and went to the nurse’s office--”

“i went there too, you weren’t in there” 

an awkward silence filled the small room while you looked at hinata with surprise

“i-it doesn’t matter--”

“It does matter! If you feel the need to lie to me then it’s a big matter!” hinata said, frowning at you 

you sighed and let hinata hold your hand

“please tell me what’s wrong” 

“i heard you got confessed to”

hinata blew a fuse at that and started waving his hands furiously, “h-how’d you know?! i didn’t accept it, i promise--!” 

“you didn’t?” 

hinata stopped for a moment and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing

“yeah, i got myself the best girlfriend... why would i wanna change that?” 

you went closer to Hinata, letting your body hit his and hugged him

“i-i’m sorry... it’s just that, i thought you would find someone better and leave me...” 

“I WOULD NEVER! You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world, (Y/n)!”

“You’re the best boyfriend too, little tangerine” 

━━ akaashi ♡

let’s be real here, you’re definitely the jealous one in the relationship. I mean having a boyfriend who’s too pretty to comprehend and easily attracts a lot of attention can make you like that. but you hide it pretty well, well most of the time anyway...

akaashi always ALWAYS pays attention to you and knows everything that can trigger you to become sad, angry, jealous, and happy

he always makes sure that you’re always fine and happy, that you’re comfortable and content

we stan the perfect boyfie 🥺

bUT he can be quite dense sometimes when it’s not about you or volleyball.. fUKURODANI PPL ARE DENSE 

girls would always flock his classroom before you can get there, snacks and treats in their hands to give it to akaashi and being the petty little gremlin that you are, you were pouty

akaashi sighed because it’s always either you were pouty or bokuto is and sometimes the worst-case scenario happened where both of you are pouty at the sAME TIME! 

akaashi= Mom Daddy

you reached our final form of pouty when you saw a certain someone a bitch dragged akaashi to talk to him or whatever and being the curious thing you are, you followed them and hid behind the vending machine, listening to their convo

“you know, your girlfriend is cheating on you, right?” 

wHY THAT BITCH! She just lied like it’s her common language wtf! 

you prayed that your baby boo won’t believe her cus YOU ARE NOT CHEATING ON HIM! why tf would you cheat on him when you hit the jackpot? tf

“and you must know that spreading rumors and lies about a person can take you off the first string in the track team right?” 

oOF--! YOUR BOYFIE REALLY POPPED OFF HUH

you snickered behind your hands, listening to the lying snake stutter a complain but akaashi cut her off 

“if this is all then I’m going now but if i hear any rumor circling around (y/n), i won’t hesitate to take action myself.” 

the snake scoffed at that and walked away, stomping 

there was silence for a moment but then keiji called out, surprising you

“i know you’re here, (y/n)” 

you stiffened at that and moved away from your hiding spot while coming up with excuses

“i-i wasn’t doing anything! she just dragged you off so i followed--!” 

akaashi smiled softly at you, walking closer and patted your head gently making you feel flustered.

“i know, let’s go? you must be hungry” 

“you won’t leave me for her, right, keiji?” 

akaashi shook his head at your question, a small smile on his face and looked at you, letting his hand fall and held your smaller hand in his

“it’s not like you’ll let me leave”

“HEY! you make it seem like i’m holding you as a hostage or something!”

“hmm”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo imagine #hinata shouyou #akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi keiji x reader #fluff #angst

[the-panmixxia]

Logan Accidentally Steals Two (2) Children - Chapter 16; The Forest (pt 1)

Original Link (by me!)

Rating: Gen

Characters: Logan, Remy, Virgil, Janus, Patton

Ship: (eventual) Logan x Janus

Summary: Logan Sanders is so excited to study this exciting new creature that's been discovered! The spider-like creature is very interesting, and oddly adorable.

A few weeks later, a similar situation arises when an octopus like creature is discovered.

But surely they couldn't know each other. They aren't sentient. They're not related, and they definitely don't have an overprotective (and oddly attractive) snake parent looking for them. Nope, definitely not.

(or, how Logan became part of a monster family)

Warnings: Spider, accidental kidnapping, laboratory

(fic is not in this font)

Remy knew he was pretty smart - not as much as Logan hyped him up to be, but still. That wasn't to say Remy couldn't be stupid at times, in hindsight he probably shouldn't have stomped into the lab with so much cockiness, and should've just called security or Logan.

But maybe if he hadn't stormed in alone like an idiot, then been knocked out against a shelf (like an idiot), then the hulking snake-dude might have not taken pity on him, might have treated him as just another low-life scientist that had stolen his babies. Remy couldn't really fault him for that.

Instead, inexplicably, Remy found himself taken in and treated kindly by both Janus and Patton. After the shock of their existence wore off for Remy, he could see that they truly were a bunch of dorks that loved their kids. Reminded Remy of a certain scientist, really.

"Now kiddos, do we want milk or juice with our breakfast?" Patton's cheerful voice rang out, placing a bowl of rice pudding in front of Remy. "Sprinkle of cinnamon, blueberries, and roasted apples for Remy, extra milky with cicada and pupa for Virgey, and then egg shells and dirt for an invisible little boy."

Remus giggled playfully, sat between Remy and Janus, with his skin turned transparent to try and camouflage. Remy idly mused, wondering if Remus utilised the same chromatophores that an octopus does, contracting the fabric of his muscles to shrink the pigment, or if the giggly little fiend had a unique ability.

"I believe Virgil would like warm milk with his breakfast," Janus hummed, smiling as the little spider danced around on his papa's lap.

"Aww, I'll put that on the stove in a minute, boogie boy. What do you think Remus would like?"

Janus pretended to think it over, stroking his chin with a deep hum. Remus giggled quietly in anticipation. "I really don't know. You'll have to ask him, dear brother."

"Janny, I can't!" Patton exclaimed, gesturing wildly around the room in a dramatic fashion. "He's not here!"

Janus gasped, a set of hands across his chest in surprise. "My baby is missing! Who will eat his breakfast?"

Remus laughed once more, innocent yet devious in a way only a small kid could possess. The slight outline of Remus was visible as he noisily clambered onto the table - though Janus and Patton acted completely unaware of his movement.

"Papa, Unca' Pat, I'm here!" Remus called out, still camouflaged, so the two adults looked around wildly, pretending they couldn't see. Though Janus discreetly moved his breakfast bowl to the side, to relative safety.

"Remus? Remus! Where have you gone, my little horror?"

The transparent blob launched itself at Janus, the snake catching it easily, as Remus giggled and giggled so much his camouflage melted away.

"I'm here papa! I was here all along!"

"So you were, you little sneak. Now, what drink would you like, so poor Patton can sit down?"

Remus blinked, before quite literally snapping his neck to stare at Patton. Neither seemed creeped out by it.

"Errm. I have Remus' juice, please." The boy asked with the utmost politeness.

Janus and Patton shared a grimace, but agreed to the request, as Remus slid out of Janus' arms to go sit down again. Remy raised a brow, wholly confused.

"What's in his juice?"

"Even I can not think about it too long without gagging," Janus confessed, "It is best not to know."

Considering that Patton retrieved the drink from under the sink, in a black tub full of water and covered with a lid, holding the jug out like a biohazard - Remy nodded and agreed to leave the matter be.

"You should, should try it! Virgil won't, he just hisses at me - but it's super yummy! Promise!"

"Remus, your brother hisses because the poor thing woke up from his nap with you trying to waterboard him with it!"

"I wasn't! I just wanted him to try it, it's very nice." Remus added the last part while staring at Remy. The teen clucked his tongue, reminded of the times Roman would try and convince him to dress up as the princess that 'Prince' Roman was trying to save.

"Nice try, kid, but you keep your special juice to yourself."

Patton slid a cup over to Remus with a smile, giving a cheerful 'Here you are, kiddo!'. Remus pulled the cup close, pulling in for a drink. The black silly-straw lit up green as liquid ran through it, and Remus hummed happily.

"Thank you for breakfast and my drink, Uncle Pat."

"Aww, kiddo, that's no problem! Do you want a drink before I sit down, Remy?"

"Uh, I don't suppose you have any coffee laying about?" Remy asked, already knowing the answer, since he'd asked before. He still groaned as Patton shook his head with an air of sincere apology on his face.

"Aw, sorry kiddo, we don't. If you need something warm, you can have warm milk like Virgil?"

"Or some tea, if you'd prefer. I'm sure I can find a nice, mild blend for you." Janus offered with a sincere smile.

"Nah, it's fine, thank you though. I'm just missing my bean juice."

A wet hand patted his back, Remus nodding as though he knew all the wisdom the world had to offer.

"I prefer bin juice," Remus said with sincerity. "But bean juice is nice, I get why you miss it."

Remy nodded, trying not to laugh and answer with some semblance of seriousness.

"Ah, yeah. Thanks, Remus, it means a lot."

The kid simply nodded and went back to eating, having efficiently consoled the teenager. Remy went straight back to his breakfast, resisting the urge to shovel it in like a feral animal - or like Remus was currently doing. He may have technically been abducted but the food had been consistently winning him over.

"Remus, would you and Virgil like to come on a walk with me? I need to see if there's any little critters that need my help, but I'm also sure we'll find something fun to do!" Patton asked, smiling as the boys in question bounced a little.

"That sounds wonderfully fun," Janus agreed, sharing a look with Patton. "I need to tend to the plant nursery this morning, if you'd like to join me, Remy. I'm sure there's plenty for us to talk about while I work."

Remy swallowed thickly, but nodded.

"Eh, sure, I could squeeze that into my very busy schedule."

"Thank you."

.

"Watch your step, the saplings can be rather cheeky."

"Cheeky?" Remy echoed, eyeing the potted plants with suspicion. Janus chuckled at him, patting the side of a large, bonsai-esque tree with a strange affection.

"Cheeky." Janus confirmed without elaboration, though he was smiling.

Remy just nodded, following Janus up to a modest - yet still tasteful - seating area, next to a large panel of window. The view was immense, and gorgeous, something from a low-fantasy skyline. They were elevated, able to see the top of the trees in all their glory. Leaves were various shades of purple, blue, red, yellow, pink - sometimes all on one tree, others in bundles across the forest. A magical aura misted over the landscape, and though Remy couldn't describe how, he knew it was something powerful.

"It's a wonderful view, isn't it? I often come here and simply ponder how undeniably lucky I am to view it."

"Yeah, I -" Remy trailed off before making a vaguely confused noise. "Where are we? Is this some alternative timeline type deal -"

"The forest isn't a place, its a person. The whole territory has sentience, it only let's in who it wants to. As much as I believe Remus' word, the true test was passing the barrier. If you were a bad person, the forest would've physically rejected you. You passed through with as much ease as my family does; you are a good soul."

"Uh, thank you? But well, as lovely as it, how do I go… back?"

Janus sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking rather uncomfortable. "Must you? I, we have everything you need right here."

"Don't have coffee," Remy backfired, as though that was a genuine reason.

"I can grow you your own coffee beans, dear!" Janus argued, and Remy felt a little bad about how earnest he looked.

"We both know that's not what I mean, I'm, I'm human I can't stay here."

Janus tried to not pout, tapping his fingers, anxious despite having prepared for this likely outcome. Of course Remy had doubts staying here, it's only  natural he'd want to return home.

"You won't be able to return home, not for a while. The forest uses magic to create exits, and to manifest the glamour that allows Patton and I to appear as human - it is drained, weakened, and we can not continue to draw from it. Without it's magic, anyone will be able to walk in."

The human stared, long and hard, with an unexpectedly mature look. Janus shyed slightly, wondering if this was what he looked like, on the few occasions he'd had to be firm with his boys. Despite the fact he'd been truthful, an inexplicable fear that he'd be caught in a lie overcame him for a brief, overpowering moment, until Remy sighed and glanced away.

"Worse places to be trapped, I guess." He relented, after a moment's thought.

Janus tutted, using the side of his tail to run comforting against the boy's side. "Please, I don't want you to think of this place as a prison. I think - or, hope, at least - that you'll feel comfortable here."

"How long am I going to be here?"

"However long it takes to replenish the supply of magic takes, dear."

"Yeah but, if you had to guess? Twenty minutes, four years?"

"Two or three weeks should be enough for one trip." Janus conceded, watching the teen digest that Information before groaning.

"I got like, loads of stuff to get done. I don't think tutors except 'had to wait for the magical supply to fill up' as grounds for an extension."

"I'm sorry."

Remy stiffened before nodding, and dropping the subject. Instead he stared out the window.

"So, does it look like a normal forest on the outside?"

"Well, the main entrance is within a standard woodland, but the paths, plant life, and animals - anything within the forest's domain, is shielded. Unable to be seen, unless it is someone who knows about its existence, or the forest decides to let in."

"Let in?"

"Yes, well, the forest is sentient. On very rare occasion, it will open itself to a visitor. Very rare to happen, last time it did, the forest allowed in a small kitten that Patton adopted instantly."

"Seems like a cat guy, is it still wandering around somewhere?"

"No," Janus said, rather sadly. "Had twenty-six years of being spoilt rotten, though."

Remy nodded, relating to the universal sadness at a lost pet. Rest In Peace, Frappichino, she was the best hamster.

"So have you had humans wandering in? Heh, is it awkward?"

"I've never seen a human be granted access by the forest - I highly doubt it would happen. It takes a special kind of being to be welcomed in so openly."

Remy blinked, taking it all in. Honestly, if he'd agreed to come to this place, he'd be in awe if everything. He is in awe, though just pining back to giddiness to keep a level head. His inner nerd wanted to study everything in here, find out how it worked.

"I guess I am pretty special," Remy leant back in his chair, manifesting his middleschool self at the misbehaviour. "I guess I'll just have to - ah fuck!"

Something yanked Remy backwards, sending him falling out his chair, pretty embarrassing to say the least. Especially with how Janus was rushing forward, likely to hover over him uncomfortably -

"Naughty! Naughty sapling, we don't hurt friends."

Janus had all hands on his hips, frowning at he scolded a… plant? That seemed to be responsive, wilting away in shame.

"Are you okay, dear? Can I look at your head?”

“I’m fine I just fell on my hands…” Remy assured, though he tilted his head for inspection.

”Mmhm. Well, I’m still sorry about them cheeky little things. I think they may be hungry, if you’d like to come feed them with me?”

”Uh, yeah, sure” Remy agreed easily, both of them turning to walk back through the nursery.

Missing the small burst of red in the distance.

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[thekitschdiet]

my take on the literary masterpiece, the chic diet

Firstly, I am no one. It’s part of my charm. My fifteen minutes of fame was years ago, when I had an instagram niche meme page. I didn’t even take any brand deals! And my posts averaged six thousand likes! Anyhow. I am hardly literate and well hydrated and carry a small sephora-CVS-hybrid worth in my mini tote bag. Here is my guide on how to live like me, the intermediate kitsch-rat, aspiring influencer. But like, in an apathetic, somewhat dissonant, ironic way. I like saying I live by dogmatic principles. But a lot of it, um, is just eating disorder rituals. But that’s not really important. You’re as hot as you say you are, and as much an authority on what you write so long as you say it with, you know, conviction. It’s kind of venerable how fucking delusional I am, actually. Giving any sort of advice like I’m anywhere close to the ritzy ideal of the amphetamine-areyouami label-american. New York, ideally. West Village, preferably. But I guess the kind of guide I can write is better suited to someone living in a suburb, in a house with the twelve-paned windows. I always thought those were so chic. SO quaint, in a somewhat luxe way. Like, Connecticut vibes. My parents used to drive me up there as a child to buy books and ice cream. Nowadays I’d opt for a matcha latte with novelty ice cubes, but I guess at the time it was pretty sweet. 

Because I popped a Vyvanse at like, 10pm, this next little bit could go one of two ways. I will write the most articulate, brilliant piece of literature of my life. Magnum opus, if there was a skinnier word for it. Or, I will get wrapped up doing something like folding all my last-season knits (which is part of my look, okay! I don’t have a job!) and fixating on a paragraph on how a girl’s collarbones are almost as identifying as a fingerprint, or a signature. I’m not a graphologist, but if you write your A’s with the little tail on top (like on a computer), you’re probably a snake. Nothing personal, just an observation. Also, I do have a biology final to study for. Not that I’m super anal, or even particularly committed to academia, but even in my precariously manicured (read that as separate terms; I did a good job on my nail polish, okay? But I happen to also be teetering on the brink of an epiphany or a collapse. Hence the use of the word precarious.) state, I know it’s important enough I can let one of my countless side-quests sit idle for a couple more days. 

The first section seems only natural to be about hydration. And the whole idea of drinking things, really. There was a section in The Chic Diet about Adderall dry-mouth, which deeply resonated with me. Once I bit off a chunk of a Nivea Strawberry Shine (my favorite lip balm, more on that later) and swished it around my mouth. Didn’t help. Really, really didn’t. Anyway, I suppose that even if it served no purpose for combatting my prevacatingly ingenious cottonmouth solution, I was able to milk a sentence or two out of the experience. “Do it for the Vine”, all grown up! And wearing bananapapaya resin hoops too. Side note, that Etsy shop is a parasocial enemy of mine. It stems from jealousy, which sucks, but hating from inside a club I’m adjacent to is much healthier than being a hateful individual towards people I would, you know, interact with. Daily. Or something. I stopped going to therapy because I felt stupid about going and I don’t live in the right kind of town to warrant vacuous $300 hours. Bitching about my well-adjusted parents and how desperately I wished my anxiety would just “go away” was plainly gross, and a waste. Like, pretty sure almost every problem I have could be solved by a couple painful conversations taking place during a hurricane. Such a shame it doesn’t rain much here. Anyhow, I digress. 

Staying hydrated. It is essential to my character, my persona, if you will; to never be without either an elegant metal bottle (I’m loyal to the smooth enamelled S’well ones, printed to look like marble or a semi holographic solid) or a little 16oz tumbler with a metal straw. Hydroflasks were some of the worst things to happen to society. I want to preface this claim with the fact that I wanted one in the same way a teenage girl wants a new iPhone so she can keep up appearances with her dermatologist-dad friends who still have the XR, by the way. But I ended up spending the money on like, a minidress at Brandy Melville before it fled my city. Or maybe a Fresh Sugar tinted lipbalm. For the better, even though the dress has a busted zipper now and the lipbalm tube has inevitably gotten dinged and dented by the other contents of my mini-totebag. Unlike a car, though, a couple scuffs on your laptop or your luxury lipbalm tube looks kind of cool. Like, you’re not someone who values the pristine, unused quality of an item that was ambiguously intended to be used versus displayed on Instagram.  Now, I’m wondering why this paragraph about hydration is so fucking impossible to stay on track for. I literally drink several litres of water a day, and more tea on top of that. And sometimes an almond milk latte if I can budget it in. Not that I’m so anorexic I can’t afford a 45cal latte. They’re just not that important to me. Anyhow. Drinking lukewarm (on the cool side) water is better than ice-cold. Partially because I just get it out of the tap of my ensuite and I can’t be bothered to wait for it to run cold enough every time, and it just seems wasteful. Plus, there is something so.. skinny about drinking water at an “obscure” temperature. Trust me, I want to know why my thought process is like this too. My favorite tea is blueberry tea foraged in a side aisle at my local supermarket. I love a good commercial, high-end steep or fruit infusion as much as the next girl. Maybe more. My pantry is filled with tins labelled with things like “emerald jade organic” and “magic potion”, which is really just currants and butterfly pea flowers. But there is a necessary glamor about drinking dirt-cheap tea on the daily. Seriously, a box of 25 sachets is like, $3. At a higher point with my, um, Adderall problem, I spent like several times that on pills. I didn’t really need to include that, and could have linked the price point to the cost of a drugstore lipbalm, but I wrote it in. And I’m married to it, stubbornly, as all amateur writers should be when they wittle in a somewhat indecorous little joke. This tea is sooo good because it has a strong fruit-reminiscent taste (not as sweet as a fresh blueberry, but who wants that anyway?), it’s zero-calorie, it’s the most GORGEOUS color ever. The latte, the third drink in my little trifecta, is nothing special. But necessary. The trick is to use a milk frother to whip up sugar free syrup with instant coffee and a little bit of hot water in a glass. It’ll make the most luscious foam.. Top it off with almond milk. My dad is a coffee purist, owning both an upstairs keurig AND a downstairs one (among other more analogue methods, but I can’t name-drop, so what’s the point?), so he hates this drink. Now, calling oneself a plebian is so unglamorous and teetering on self-deprecating territory, dangerously close to insecurity. But I can use it here because I am at least posh enough to have a different pair of earrings for every outfit I could possibly come up with, and I only wear Patagonia if I am in a situation where I just have to wear fleece. Like I was saying. It’s such a simple drink, certainly not a delicacy, and… I had a joke about the word plebian but I keep getting up to refill my water and I fear I have forgotten about it. 

Next section; the importance of a good tinted balm

In the intro I alluded to how a girl’s collarbones function essentially as an identifier, the way a signature or fingerprint does. This is a lie, or at least an exaggeration. But one’s ultimate tinted lipbalm is  actually extremely indicative about who you are, as a person, as a member of society, even… 

If you are loyal to Dior Lipglow, I have a couple questions. One; did you shoplift one tube, once, and refill it with cheaper stuff afterwards? I did that. I consider it one of my better-kept secrets, but now you know. Might as well explain the catalyst for my parent’s first separation now, and the horrifying experience that was meeting my dad’s Manhattan sugar baby (?) at the age of thirteen, wearing an overalls dress from, like, Topshop or something else equally embarrassing. .. Kidding. I digress. It’s such a fancy lipbalm, and good too! It smells like thin mints! But I could just never justify cell phone monthly installation payment money on something I will inevitably talk off. I do own three, but two I stole (before I lost the nerve, somewhat unfortunately) and one, a boy(not)friend bought for me. This is not something I feel any remorse about, because his house was easily four thousand square feet and his sisters had a dedicated all-glass room for their shared peloton. Oil money. Ugh!

My personal favorite lip balm, and I have tried a frightening amount, has got to be the Nivea Fruit Shine collection. The frosted one is shit-ugly. Hideous. But the strawberry one is the love of my life. It’s such a pleasant red, looking healthy and rejuvenated and really completes any look. Only downside is it will always, hopefully not always, remind me of Charles. Kissing Charles, specifically. And him asking me what lipbalm it was, because he knew I was somewhat frivolous and definitive and would have a very long answer. But for whatever reason, I simply stated it was from “out of town”. Not really sure why I said that, but it plagues me (minorly) to this day. Of all the things to make up.. .. The peach one is a perfectly demure spring classic shade. Cherry exists too, but the only tube I have ever had the fortune of owning was purchased in Costa Rica and lost somewhere on the way home. Honestly tragic, it was the juiciest shade. Blackberry is perfect too, but I have to layer it with either peach or untinted lipbalm to avoid what I imagine TooPoor would choose if she believed in tinted lipbalm. I don’t mean this hatefully, I think she’s a queen, but super dark, smudgy makeup suits the eyes better in my opinion. Or something. Or something.

Afraid to bore the reader, I have to move on now. Maybe at a later date I will release an addendum on my ultimate lipbalm buying guide. But also, that is so deeply personal (and everyone needs the excuse of “hunting for the perfect staple shade!!”), so it is really not my place to have any authority on something so intimate and subjective. Etcetera. 

Moving on; Decorating your room

Here is a section I lifted out of my memoir document. It fits, because as enigmatic as I hope I am, I am also quite unchanging.

 I just pushed three hangers and two tiny strappy tops with the tags still on, off my bed. Most nights, all, these days, actually; I spend in my large but cluttered bedroom. I have a little ensuite with a jetted tub I’ve never used because I just never get around to it. There’s a plush grey rug, spanning the expanse of the room (covering an ugly cherry wood that doesn’t match the rest of the house; no clue why. I never asked, and the previous owners were eager to sell so they could finally ditch this town and retire in Montreal for the bagels, or Hawaii for the monk seals. Point is, I’ll never know) with loose beads and loose pills and little shards of glass from plier-crushed beads. I vacuum every day. The whole room tells you exactly the kind of person I am; the clutter I possess, the encapsulation of the projects I start, start, start and the hours I don’t sleep for and the clothes I tried on (these to sell, these to cut up with kitchen scissors; thrifted lululemon and aritzia and heaps of knits and plaid fabric..) I would not say the room is a mess. Lived in, maybe. Chopsticks and mugs and gum wrappers. Single dangle earrings. I just finished the last of my Creme Brulee eos lipbalm; disguised as a relic of 2015, I was gifted it Christmas of ‘20. I think my next waxy conquest will be a tinted Burt’s one I palmed a while back, before I lost the nerve. Peering around the room you will see shopping bags strewn about the mouth of my walk-in closet. Every surface has something shiny or colorful stacked up on it. Cluttered, busy, but intentional. Except for the walls, which are bare. Bare and gray and miles-tall when I lie flat on my back, high out of my mind, willing things to change but knowing I’m responsible for a first step I will always be too scared for. Bare, pristine, no gumtack. Empty, Like they’re waiting. I wait around a lot. It makes sense. That was an awful lot of words about my stupid blank walls when truly it does not bother me that much; I really just don’t get around to it. I have other things on the ground to tend to, like post-email nausea, addressing envelopes, marrying wire and bead.  Writing a document I care about because I am determined and I am alive, alive, alive, goddammit. 

Excerpt over. The memoir is coming out when I get famous, or something earth shattering happens. Like I become the world’s least remarkable entrepreneur, and I get retweeted by Colorpop. I don’t want to be the next Elizabeth Wurtzel. I read two of her memoirs one restless night, absorbing it to make up for the nutrients I didn’t that day (you can laugh. I think that is pretty clever), heart breaking a little bit. She writes about her struggles so intrinsically, you either get it, or you don’t. Anyway. She had the books and the fame from it, and she wrote more memoirs than I think a single person should. That is admirable. Aspirational, even. But I do not want to be like her. Where was I? Oh. Yes. Decorating/adorning/filling your room. Your room should serve as the kind of place to watch a movie (if you believe in film. I don’t) and put on ridiculous glittery eye makeup, or smoke an ~artistic cigarette~ or stay up all night on the phone, which is different from staying up all night simply on your phone. Chatting with someone you are tepidly in love with is much more exciting. Not chic as the whole affair is so juvenile, but fun regardless. It’s somewhere to keep your worldly possessions, too. I know I have a lot! Also, it is kind of thrilling to hide things in your room in little crevices only you know about. Now, unfortunately, everyone reading this will know too. But, like, I trust you not to really.. do anything about it. I keep my extra juul pods in the sliding box my apple pencil came in. That box is almost more useful than the pencil itself. I’m somewhat morally opposed to the iPad. Whole culture is so embarrassing! I have a tea tin with an ounce of golden teacher shrums in it. This is tossed in my closet among tins filled with other things, like lace trim and buttons. Which makes it actually a pretty terrible hiding spot, I see now… Anyhow. Keeping benign little secrets like that is so fun. You can tell I don’t have siblings. I sort of wish I did, but it is easier to believe there is something aristocratic about being an only child. Not sure if older-sister me would be egalitarian enough to share things. But that’s prophesying, which is kind of a waste of time. I live in the now, in a room positively cluttered with meaningless things that mean the world to me, chewing on my lip because my mouth is just so dry and 5gum is just not an after-8 indulgence. To live truly kitschly, you have to have somewhat hideous decor. Now, do not confuse dissonant, or incoherent, with what I mean by “hideous decor”. The kitsch room has as many surfaces to look at as possible, while also shying away from too many shelving units. Then you risk your room looking like a storage unit or something. When my mom renovated (re: paid someone to do it) our New York house so we could sell it, all our stuff was stacked up in a Cubesmart self storage. It was sort of horrifying, seeing my childhood home reduced to plastic storage tubs piled what felt like thirty feet high. Anyway. It’s just not an  inviting way to store things; I imagine it makes your room look like your stuff is all trapped in gelatin. The more fussy, tiny things you have out in the open, the better. Nail polish. Earring trees. Bowls full of rings and lighters and water color pans perched on your windowsill. A rack with the tackiest assortment of knits and bucket hats and baguette bags. And so forth.. Quickly surveying someone’s room is so telling. Bonus points if all your books are spine-in, except for your favorite ones, because you don’t want people to get the wrong idea. (that you read). 

[sslytheringhufflepufff]

Amorteserum (Fred weasley x Hufflepuff Plus Size)

Disclaimer: I had another story in mind while I made this one plus I also have my college work so this might be shitty and I’m very very sorry about it & Also made this very fast so I didn't proofread!!!!!! Warning: Smut, Dom Fred, Fat Shaming

This was also requested but it doesn't let me tag so fredswhore this is for you! t 

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“Fred” you screamed after the boy running from you laughing his ass off, he pulled another prank, this time it affected you, you had your Hufflepuff robes on and he threw a color changing bomb causing it to turn purple, the robes and you included “I look like a bloody blueberry” you said stopping on your track looking around, everyone was either staring at you or laughing at you “You do look like a huge Blueberry, y/n” you heard Pansy say smirking, you looked back at Fred who’s laughter died down looking at you, your eyes started to sting, you turned your heel and started walking to your common room “Oi! Wait, Y/n!” you heard Fred call after you and you just walked faster already starting to feel your tears falling, you recited the password to your common room “wait, y/n, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen” “leave me alone, Fred” you said choking out entering the room leaving Fred standing outside regretting the prank.  

A couple of days has passed since the prank and you were ignoring Fred and all his attempt to apologize. Walking into Potion class sitting next to your partner, a couple of minutes passed and Fred came in laughing with his brother, you looked at him your gaze meeting his causing you to blush, you looked down and started to write potions down. You’ve always liked Fred and thought that he might like you too but yet again you reminded yourself that you’re not thin and he might not like you that way, maybe that’s why he pranks you “Settle down, now” you heard your professor call out looking up you noticed the twins sitting on the table next to you Fred staring at you giving you a small smile you just turned away looking down “Today, we’ll be practicing a potion called Amortentia” he said holding up a small flask “This potion is the most strong love potion out there, do not drink it please, when you make it just take a small sniff and you will smell something that attracts you immensely, keep in mind that the smell is different for every person” he said putting the flask down, he started to say the ingredients you writing them down quickly, you loved potion class, you always did well in it and Snape took a liking to you, even though you’re a Hufflepuff, he knew that you were a great student and he couldn’t deny it “Miss y/l/n, when you finish the potion bring it up and test it” he said and you nodded starting to work on it. After a little while you stood up “I’m done” and headed towards the professor, he took the pot looking at it “Excellent miss y/l/n, will you please demonstrate how it works” he said and you nodded taking the pot and bringing it up to your nose you took a deep breath suddenly the smell of coffee infected you “Coffee…” you smiled “I smell something sweet like cinnamon and…” you opened your eyes as the realization hit, you blinked a couple of times “And, miss y/l/n?” “I don’t know” you said looking over at Fred, his head was on his hand staring at you as you told the class “I can’t identify the smell, Professor” you lied you felt blush creep up “I don’t feel well, I’m going to the bathroom” you gave the professor your pot, grabbing your things and heading out towards the bathroom without a second thought. You splashed your face with water trying to make your blushing face calm down “Fireworks, I smelt fireworks” you said looking at the mirror you let out a sigh “I smelled Fred Weasley” you said a small smile appearing on your face but disappearing instantly “That doesn’t mean he’ll smell me too” you said softly as you looked at the mirror again turning around leaving the bathroom. You walked around the hallways bumping into someone “Y/n” Fred said smiling “I wanted to apologize” “It’s okay, Fred, don’t worry about it” you said smiling up to him looking at his eyes, his face softened “Can we talk?” he said, you just nodded, he grabbed your hand and guided you to his common room “Can I be here?” “Well you’re not supposed to but, everyone’s in class so it doesn’t matter” he said smiling sitting down on the couch in the middle of the room, you took a seat beside him looking at him “So, what did you want to talk about?” you asked “What did you smell in the Amortentia?” “Uhm I already told the class, Coffee, something sweet like cinnamon and another thing I can’t identify” you lied again “What about you, Fred?” “I smelled Rain, Flowers…” he said looking at you getting closer “And” you said not moving from where you were sitting “You” with that he crashed his lips into yours, you kissed him back, suddenly realizing where you are you pushed him off “Fred, what are you doing?”  you said catching your breath “Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while” he said scooting closer to you “W-wait” you said standing up looking at him “What is happening?” you said confused, he stands up “After smelling the Amortentia, I had to tell you y/n, I’m so in love with you that it makes me feel stupid” he said placing his hand on your cheek you smiled at him “Fred…” without saying anything else you kissed him grabbing his hair pulling him down to you, he grabbed your waist pulling you towards him deepening the kiss he snaked his hand down to your butt squeezing it causing you to let out a squeal causing Fred to chuckle “Let’s go upstairs” he said taking you hand breaking the kiss “Wait, can I go up there, the spell won’t let me” “You think George and me wouldn’t figure a way to break it” he said laughing taking you up the stairs “Are we doing this” you said stopping in your tracks “I mean if you don’t want to its totally okay” he said turning to you “This isn’t a prank?” you said his face changing “What do you mean? OfCourse not” “I don’t know, maybe a prank the ugly fat chick into having sex with you” “Don’t say that, I would never do that, besides I think you’re very beautiful and I’m very into your voluptuous body” he said winking  “Y/n, what I said is completely true, I am completely in love with you and its stupid that I had to smell the Amortentia to realize it, when I heard you talking about yours, I knew I had to figure out if it was me or not” “It is you, Fred” you said as you closed the gap between you.

Fred grabbed your waist, before you knew it you were on his bed, he was on top of you, his hands running through your body, he kissed your neck giving more love to your soft sport, his hand traveled to your skirt pulling it upwards then placing his hand on your center “My, my baby girl, I made this happen” you felt his smirk against your neck and nodded, he slipped your underwear to the side causing you to let a sharp breath out as his hand played with your folds “You’re so wet” he said you let out a small moan, he kissed down your neck to your boobs ripping off your top, you were taken back by his force and dominance but it only made you hornier “Fred” looking at him, he just smirked standing up taking off his shirt and pants then taking off completely your underwear leaving you only in your skirt “Turn around” he said and you obeyed moaning at the friction from the sheets on your boobs, Fred grabbed your waist lifting it up and placing his hand on your back indicating you to just lift your ass up, your anticipation building up “I’ve always wanted to see you like this” you heard Fred say as he gave you a slap on the ass “Fred…” you said almost in a whisper, he ran his finger through your folds causing you to moan, inserting one finger, making you gasp, he left it there not moving it “Fred, please” you said making him chuckle “Do you want me to fuck you with my finger, Darling?” you didn’t know how to respond, you never knew Fred would ever act like this, it turned you on even more thinking how rough he could be, he slapped your ass again “Or do you want me to fuck you senseless?” he said taking out his finger and sucking it you let out a whimper and nodded slowly causing him to chuckle “Oh Darling, so pretty, so desperate” he said positioning himself on your entrance pounding into you “Fuck” you screamed as Fred groaned  fastening his pace “Fred yes” you said gripping the sheets “You feel so good” he said slamming harder into you, you let out a loud moan suddenly you felt him leave you, a small whimper leaving your mouth, he grabbed your hips lifting you up he took a seat on a sofa in the room and motioned you to go to him, he grabbed your hand “Come on, Princess, Ride me” he said pulling your legs in-between him positioning himself on your entrance as you lower yourself onto him moans leaving both of your mouths you slowly began to rock your hips, Fred gripping your waist while your hands made their way to his neck you started to jump on him his hands gliding up to your breast cupping them as you holded on to him by the shoulders “Fuck” you said he grabbed your ass and squeezed it as you went faster “Fuck yes y/n” suddenly you were laying on the couch while Fred fucked you harder holding one of your legs on his shoulder making circles on your clit “Oh Fred, I’m close” you said and he went faster “Come on Princess, let it out” he said grunting with a few more thrusts you felt yourself clench around Fred you closed your eyes as you felt the wave of pleasure hit you now the thrust sounding more sloppy than before you felt Fred twitch in side you as he let out a loud moan he came.  

He laid beside you panting he looked at you “I have to tell you something” you looked at him waiting “I actually didn’t smell the Amortentia” “What!” you screamed sitting up “I took a Veritaserum that George was saving for a prank” “But you talked about Amortentia?” “I did smell you in the Amortentia, a couple of weeks ago when other student made it” he smiled at you “I really am in love with you and I really did smell you, just not today, but I needed to tell you how I felt and needed a little courage, thank merlin i did” he said smirking and winking at you, you just blushed and tried to hide your face “Will you do me the pleasure to becoming my Girlfriend miss y/n”  you just smiled and nodded giving him a small kiss then nestling onto his chest smiling.  

#fred weasly #fred x reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x plus size #fred weasley #harry potter smut #smut #draco #hufflepuff #draco x plus size #plus size

[hai-nakyuu]

I have saw your previous post about haikyuu boys personalities turn180 when they are around you. I would absolutely love if you do it for Kageyama and Tsukishima too. (or characters you would like you write too)

haikyuu boys whose personalities would do a 180 when they’re around you (part 2)

includes: kageyama, tsukishima

kageyama

(okay this was quite hard for me because you ALL know what a chaotic baby boi he is JASJAKSJAKJSKAKSLA also before we get started omg this baby’s birthday is the day after mine!!)

so kageyama’s naturally intimidating

i mean have you seen him try to smile??

but with you, oh, the baby tries his damn best to be an ideal boyfriend.

it’s so cute and endearing, cause you see how he kinda gets around you.

even if he messes up just a teeny tiny bit, he will apologize

please let him know his efforts are valid, bb boy is doing his best

“GWAH-!” hinata once again receives too late and gets another ball to the face.

“BOKE!” kageyama almost growls, fanning himself with the collar of his shirt. “get up and help me, i need to get this perfect by the end of the practice.”

hinata grumbles and scrambles off the maple floor, but does a double take at the setter’s words.

“did... did you just say you need my help?”

the rest of the team hears it too. they’re all staring at him, and kageyama fights the urge to punch something, particularly an orange-haired freak.

“i did, boke. now get up before i follow up that ball with another.”

“kageyama,” hinata pops a mentos and runs back to the net, “what do you even need to practice for? there isn’t a match until next month-”

“or is tobio-kun trying to impress a special someone?” sugawara raises a cocky eyebrow. the vice-captain knows what his successor’s trying to do.

“wha- sugawara-san- i-” kageyama stutters on his words.

“OH HE IS!” tanaka and nishinoya bounce around him. “TOBIUO’S ALL GROWN UP! HE’S A BIG BOY!”

they tackle him in a hug, and hinata follows after, leaping in and cheering for kageyama. yamaguchi and ennoshita pull asahi in a bit quite harshly, and the ace accidentally tugs both daichi and sugawara along. tsukishima tries to sass about how the great king has his own queen now, but sugawara shushes him and yanks him onto the pile of screaming volleyball boys.

amongst all the screaming, the laughter, the teasing, and the shouts of pain because BOKE HINATA BOKE YOUR FOOT IS IN MY FACE-

“hello?”

they all turn to you, standing at the gym gates with an eco-bag full of milk cartons.

god damn, you look like an angel to kageyama. (and it’s not just because you’re holding a load of his favorite drink.)

“kageyama-kun, is that her?”

kageyama smiles. it comes to him genuinely. it’s like once he sees you, the weight on his chest is gone. (quite literally, because the team takes this as their cue to scramble their way off kageyama).

“yeah. that’s my girl.”

“hi bubs!” you grin and hold out the eco-bag. “i got you some refreshments.”

“hi babe,” he sits up and takes the bag from your hands, and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “you didn’t have to get me these.”

“it was on sale, anyways,” you turn red at his public display of affection.

hinata makes his way to you, stars in his eyes as he shakes your hand. “hello! i’m hinata-kun, nice to meet you, kageyama’s girlfriend!”

you smile back and eagerly shake his hand. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you all!”

nishinoya and tanaka are in tears. they kneel down in front of kageyama, who turns horribly red.

“KAGEYAMA-SENPAI!!” they wail. “WE DIDN’T THINK YOU’D GET A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE US! AND YOU TREAT EACH OTHER SO WELL! YOU HAVE OUR RESPECT KAGEYAMA-SENPAI”

“s-senpai?!” kageyama’s eyes widen. “get-get off the damn floor! the both of you being single has nothing to tdo with me! the two of you are just idiots!”

he turns to you, his cheeks burning. “t-that’s noya-san and t-tanaka-san, they’re just jealous... that i.... have such a lovely and supporting girlfriend.”

your heart melts at his words.

meanwhile, sugawara-san hoots and claps for his first-year setter. “kageyama-kun, nice!”

kageyama turns impossibly redder. “i’m s-sorry about them, babe.”

you laugh shyly, and brush a hand through his hair to calm him down. “bubs, they’re just happy for you. i’m happy for you too, you’ve always done your best to make me smile.”

hinata pipes up before kageyama can react. “he really has been trying, y/n-chan! he wanted to impress you with his tosses earlier! he wouldn’t stop being so nervous abou-”

a volleyball collides with his face. needless to say this story ends nearly quite the way it began, only with our precious blueberry boy smiling just a little bit brighter.

tsukishima

okay, this dude has a big bro. he was taught how to treat a lady.

you cannot change my mind that he’s a gentleman

he loves you w all of himself

has this inner conflict of whether to keep his cocky self around his team when he’s with you

or just be a simp and snarl at anyone who teases him for it

 “tell us about her!”

“well, she’s pretty cool. and smart. she’s beautiful and-“

“yamaguchi, urusai.”

“ah!- gomen, tsukki. yachi-san’s just so pretty i can’t help complimenting her.”

“oi, tsukishima!” hinata chomps into a meat bun. “don’t tease yamaguchi for simping for his girlfriend! at least he has one.”

tsukishima’s eyebrows narrow. “what are you insinuating, shrimp?”

sugawara points at him with his chopsticks. “when are you getting a girlfriend?”

before tsukishima can answer, yamaguchi pipes up.

“tsukishima already has one! she’s super sweet... and funny, and... oh no.”

tsukishima chokes on his food and turns to yamaguchi. yamaguchi’s eyes widen and he whispers a sorry before the first-years and second-years let out a collective scream of suprise.

guess it’s too late to tell him to shut up.

“TSUKISHIMA-KUN YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?” hinata screams. Kageyama spits out his water.

“tsukishima, why didn’t you tell us?” nishinoya karate-chops him on the head. “what is she like? tell us! tell us! T E L L  U S”

“i don’t have to tell any of you airheads anything,” he grumbles, trying to will himself not to blush.

“if you won’t tell us, we’ll just ask yamaguchi! yama-yama! is tsukishima a simp?”

yamaguchi turns red and stutters. “i-i-i can’t tell you anything! ju-ju-just ask her, she’s coming over today- oh no! oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!” he buries his face in his hands.“i spoiled the suprise! y/n-san’s gonna be saaaaaaad!”

tsukishima rolls his eyes. “yamaguchi, urusai. i can always just pretend i’m surprised.”

everyone falls silent.

yamaguchi feels tears of joy. “tsukishima... you would do that for y/n-san?”

tsukishima furrows his eyebrows. “yeah. i wouldn’t wanna get shortcake’s effort to go to waste-”

there’s a knock on the gym doors. yamaguchi aggressively shushes everyone, then pushes his best friend a little too harshly to open the door.

“who is it- shortcake?”

he tries his best to pretend he’s shocked, but he’s met face-to-face with a dinosaur plushie just as tall as he is.

“surprise!” you smile, placing the stuffed animal down and hold your arms out.

tsukishima really is surprised. his features soften as the corner of his lips quirk up.

“shortcake,” he pulls you in for a hug. “what’s all this?”

“congrats on your win! you were fire!” you grin.

“you don’t have to say that. it’s fine. but thank you for the gifts.”

“Y/N-SAAAAAN!”

“yama-yama!” you run to your friend and bear hug him. “i saw you too! you were badass!”

“b-badass??” he blushes. “pshaw, no, i just stayed on the court for a while-”

“don’t say that! the both of you were great!”

“shortcake, huh?” hinata glares at tsukishima. “you just call everyone who isn’t taller than you a shorty, huh?”

tsukishima smirks, and snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you close and pecking you on the lips. “what’s wrong with enjoying the little things in life?”

#tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanons #haikyuu! headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu fluff #kageyama fluff #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x reader

[inkpens-coffee]

Baby boy is back with more Roommates AU fluff! 🦀✨

So Takuto is SUPER into reptiles and amphibians. Snakes, turtles, frogs, lizards, he loves ‘em all! He wants ones of them as a pet.

Buuuut Ren is either very scared of them or thinks they’re gross. Morgana is not a fan either (not in the mood to be eaten by a snake, thanks!) One time while they were at the mall Takuto stopped by a pet store and when Ren saw him with a giant snake wrapped around his arms and a big grin his soul left his body.

“Isn’t he cute! :D”

“YOU’RE NOT BRINGING THAT THING IN THE HOUSE!”

“But Reeeeeeennnnn!”

That doesn’t stop Takuto from obsessing over the scaly little guys! The one he really wants to get is a bearded dragon or at least a little snake. Sometimes he sends Ren cute videos of them like the one of bearded dragon chasing blueberries and the snek drinking water!

Ren ain’t amused lol

#Takuto you’re supposed to be the adult lol #p5r #persona 5 royal #ren amamiya #takuto maruki #roommates au #p5r headcanon #I’m also scared of reptiles too for the record hahhaaha

[snakeboistan]

Guys, if you ever feel upset just remember that Nagisa would think that you are interesting, try to learn more about you and would find a way to turn all of your flaws into strengths

#assassination classroom #Shiota Nagisa #Nagisa Shiota #baby blueberry snake boi

[kathyprior4200]

Haven Hotel characters

 Heaven’s Princess Coercia Egnam glanced down at her long list of meeting attendants and characters that she was about to address: (her handwritten notes included)

 Princess Coerciona (2P Charlie) *Most important*

Phalla (2P Vaggie) *Hopeless romantic butterfly*

Devil Grit (2P Angel Dust) *Serious stiff spider*

Stalaro the Techno Angel (2P Alastor the Radio Demon) *Sob story sissy*

Klutzy (2P Niffty) *Lazy maid*

Core (2P Husk) *Hyper fool*

Cherubs Pub and Chub (2P Razzle and Dazzle) *My loyal guards*

Lucius (2P Lucifer) *Dad*

Lilian (2P Lilith) *Mom*

Sivart (2P Travis) *Some guy*

Sir Anguis (2P Sir Pentious) *Stuttering scaredy-snake toy maker*

Berri Blossom (2P Cherri Bomb) *Modest mundane dame*

Catie Carejoy (2P Katie Killjoy) *Soft bitch*

Ron Wrench (2P Tom Trench) *WW1 news guy*

Baker the puffer fish (2P Baxter the anglerfish) *Mad scientist fishy fish*

Jazzy (2P Mimzy) *Chubby singer lady*

Joygrand the Heaven-cat (2P Crymini the deviant hellhound) *Who the fuck are you?*

Raa the Koala angel (2P Roo the kangaroo trash Aussie demon) *Who the fuck are you?*

Iris (2P Rosie) *Day of the Dead Barbie*

Valentine (2P Valentino) *Blueberry pimp wimp*

Nil (2P Vox) *TV guy*

Ashen (2P Velvet) *Harley Doll angel*

Nestlings (2P Egg Bois) *Meh*

Nathan (2P Seviathan) *Old friend*

Elsa (2P Helsa) *Meh*

Beth (2P Bethasa) *Meh*

Fred (2P Fredrick) *Meh*

Holly (2p Molly) *Devil Grit’s spider sister*

Ragno (2P Arackniss) *Devil Grit’s spider brother*

Henry (2P Henroin) *Devil Grit’s father*

Alliv the blue tough tabby cat (2P Villa pink girly poodle) *Don’t even fucking know*

Thin Tenders (2P Fat Nuggets) *Potential snack*

Archangels (2P Archdemons)

Anti-Exorcists: White demon beings who convert angels into demons each year. Great source of entertainment.

 E.L.F. (2P I.M.P.) not to be confused with C.H.E.R.U.B. the sheep love spreaders and revivers

D.E.V.I.L. (2P C.H.E.R.U.B.) murderers, hate-spreading black rams

Docile (2P Blitzo) *Some childish leader*

Tirred (2P Moxxie) *Serious one*

Timmid (2P Millie) *Wallflower*

Sunna (2P Loona) *High pussy*

Mia and Tia (2P Tilla and Barbie Wire) *Circus twins?*

Samael *Punishing BDSM angel*

Menadel (2P Stolas) *Swan prince, Quartet’s father*

Flora (2P Stella) *Quartet’s mother*

Quartet (2P Octavia) * Swan princess, bubbly teen*

Mayberry/Juneberry (2P Mrs. Mayberry) (Former Human)

Mary (2P Martha) (Former Human)

Ralph (2P Ralphie) (Former Human)

Ollie (2P Eddie) *Brat kid*

Bio Wizz (2P Robo Fizz) *Circus conspiracy?*

Kiva (2P Verosika Mayday) *Zealot*

Woo-Hoo Land Mascot (2P Loo-Loo Land Mascot) *What a creep*

 (More to be added)

(2P Zoophobia characters)

More characters to be added

 “Alright my subjects, tell me something,” Coceria began as she filed her sharp claws with a knife in a tall leather chair framed by black wrought iron. Her black spiky crown was on her head as usual. An angelic spear rested by the throne. Below her was a large crowd seated in comfortable chairs, many of them in shades of blue and green. “How the flying fuck am I supposed to remember all your names?! I bet half of you guys are insignificant background characters. And the majority of you haven’t even been featured in the show yet!”

 “You mean the Hazbin Hotel show? About our counterparts?” asked Stalaro, holding up a white rose for Coercia. Soft classical music played from his blue microphone staff. The pansexual blue man was occasionally stealing glances at Devil Grit’s fluff.

 “That’s irrelevant right now, you sad sack of stag shit!” Coercia yelled. Stalaro’s rose wilted in his hands and the music scratched to a stop. Tears were forming in his large blue eyes and his fluffy ear tuffs were drooping. “B-but I’m talking about my show: The Hazbin Ho…”

 “Haven Hotel,” Phalla corrected.

 “Right, Haven Hotel! And there’s also that spinoff show Helluva Boss.”

 “Heavenly Boss,” Docile corrected her. The elf sat with his colleagues next to a flyer which read, “Efficient Lifesaving Fellows: We revive and keep mortals alive! Sign up today, 33% off.”

 “Whatever,”Coercia brushed them aside. “Anyway, normally I wouldn’t care much about you guys, but now that I have formed the Haven Hotel, Phalla figured it should be a good time for us to introduce ourselves. Or more precisely, me to talk to you all.”

 “A practical first start,” Devil Grit mentioned with a nod. He was a dark gray faced spider with small green dots below his eyes. His suit was black with green stripes, along with a green bow tie. “Just make sure that everyone stays at least six feet away from me. Social distancing is a safe standard, and necessary precaution.”  

 “I do love making new friends!” Phalla smiled, fluffing her long black hair with teal ends. A glowing green X was over her right eye and a teal bow was perched don her head. “Don’t you, Klutzy?”

 The small blue cyclops angel narrowed her large eye. “Friends. Oh joy.”

 “I must say, Coerce dear,” said Lucius. “I don’t really approve of your hotel and your idea. If the council finds out about your attempt to promote rule-breaking activities…”

 “Banishment to Hell? Or to my room?” Coercia asked, hands on her hips. “Not the end of the world. And my name is Princess Coerciona. I prefer my full title.”

 Core, the friendly white cat, rolled his eyes. He shuffled a few cards in his furry paws. “She’s no fun.”

 “I heard that, cat!” she called, making him flinch back a bit.

 “We raised you better than this,” Lilian added.

 “Oh really?” The black haired princess stood up and turned toward her mother. “You’d rather I be some bubbly musical loving princess who wants to spread “joy and redemption” far across the land? Ha! No. A true ruler commands fear and respect in their subjects. I’m sure Hell’s king Lucifer would agree.”

 Pub and Chub, the naked flying babies grinned in agreement while fine tuning black electric guitars in the background.

 “We do not mention that name,” Lucius began but Coercia was ignoring them again.

 “Lucifer may be a traitor to Him but at least he had guts. If His teachings weren’t so flawed, I’d still be promoting them wholeheartedly. As for my position…maybe another princess may someday take my place, but that’s not gonna happen if I manage to be princess of both realms. But now I’m here, in this lovely, shiny…fake excuse of a paradise with wackos like you. Still, someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

 Phalla giggled while Core pat a sobbing Stalaro on his blue back. He wiped his face as his monocle glinted in the sunlight under his left eye.

 “Your uncle Metatron wouldn’t approve of your attitude,” Lucius added.

 “He wouldn’t even notice, considering he’s too engrossed in his record-keeping,” countered Coercia.

 Nearby on another part of the stage, the ocean-like angels Elsa and Nathan whispered to each other.

 “I don’t understand it,” Nathan said. “Here I was, promoting goodness for everyone, but Coercia laughed at my ideas and pushed me around. And we even went to Heaven High school prom together.”

 “Lucius wanted our two families united, so we could have a higher standing,” Elsa added. “You dating the princess would’ve helped. But sadly she broke up with you and now here we are, envious.”

 “Don’t remind me,” Nathan sighed. “It’s not like I was the one abusing her and mocking her ideas. At least she didn’t run off with a sinner girlfriend to further tarnish her family reputation. Ugh…restraining societal standards affect us even here.”

 “Or maybe…she’s not much of a romantic person to begin with,” Elsa suggested.

 “Not all aromantic and asexual people are cold-hearted,” Nathan said. “She’s just one bad apple.”

 Coercia seethed at them, briefly letting out her black feathery wings and white spiked halo over her head. She spoke in a high-pitched angelic language before retreating back to her regular form.

     “I hate it when she swears,” Elsa muttered.

  Coercia turned to the crowd. “Alright, let’s begin.”

#2P 2PHazbinHotel HazbinHotel