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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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Could you please do husband sukuna?

rhymes — sukuna x f!reader

a/n: don’t worry I will post my own “GOJO IS BACK” drabble later but let’s have some husband + dad sukuna first

“you.”

“y-yes, my lord?”

“where is y/n?”

“in the m-main bedroom, my lord.”

“hm,” sukuna hums as he walks towards the bedroom. he hears squealing, giggling, and cackling from the inside.

just what the hell is being done in his bedroom?

raising an eyebrow, he kicks the door open to reveal both you and his son jumping on the queen sized bed you both sleep on.

“little bunny foo foo jumping through the forest!” you sing and your son giggles, jumping to your rhythm. you take notice of your husband’s arrival and leap at him, “welcome home!”

he is annoyed, but he catches you with a grunt, nonetheless.

“what’re you doing jumping on the bed I made the servants make especially for us so it suits your peculiar tastes?” he grumbles.

you shrug with a smile, “our dear son wanted some time to unwind and who am I to say no to him?”

“you’re his mother. you should have more resistance to his ‘cuteness’ than this; he will grow up to be a king,” he concludes and your son ignores him, still jumping on the bed.

you giggle, “and that’s why I am the fun parent, my dear husband,” you sigh softly and pull him down to press a kiss on his cheek, “I missed you.”

“do it properly,” he says and pulls you up to him and presses a scandalous kiss on your lips. you smack his shoulder lightly after he lets go and he merely chuckles.

“stop doing that in front of our son!”

sukuna smirks and you simply roll your eyes.

“mommy, look I am flying!”

“yes I know, sweetie; that’s awesome!”

“mommy, look I am a superhero!”

“I know, love; you’re the best superhero,” coo at your son who is still jumping on the bed.

your husband just looks at him and wonders how the hell does he get the energy.

personally, you have no idea, but something tells you it’s the genetics from your dear husband who is also the king of curses.

sukuna huffs and pulls you by the waist to him, “you keep spoiling him, but you neglect me?”

“I spoil you both and you know it.”

“do you now?” he challenges and you look at him blankly.

“sukuna, i need to go to work,” you mumble.

“no.”

“no?”

he pulls you closer and nods, “you will stay here til I have had enough of you.”

“BUT YOU NEVER HAVE ENOUGH AND I CAN’T STAY CUDDLING WITH YOU! WHAT ABOUT MY JOB?!”

“you’re married to the king of curses; that’s the last thing you should be worried about,” he deadpans.

“that has nothing to do with spoiling me; you’re just weak-willed,” he grins and you think that, maybe, kicking him in the nuts won’t be so bad.

your son can live without sibling; it will be okay.

you quip, “then how about the time I got you breakfast in bed?”

“the chef was the one cooked it; you only delivered it to my room.”

“why don’t you believe that I cooked it?”

“cause your cooking is awful; it’s probably the only thing close to a poison that could actually kill me.”

you and your son gasp, but your son is the one to retort to his father, “mommy cooked it all by herself! you ungrateful old man!”

you’re about to scold your son to not insult his father but to your surprise, your husband is one step ahead of you.

however, you would’ve preferred if he didn’t even act cause the moron pushed your son off the bed.

your son screams before falling off and hitting the ground in a way that was far from harmless. slowly, his cries grow and he starts wailing and sobbing.

sukuna smirks, “no more monkeys jumping on the bed.”

“SUKUNA! HE IS CRYING!”

“he is my son; he can handle it.”

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beanofspace · 3 months

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Beanus Weenus

Species: Alien creatura, moth, thing(?)

Gender: yes :0

Pronouns: mostly she/they

Am taken by dealing with the demon :3c

Level 20+

I'm a bean of space! I draw yiss, mostly out of determination or after a moment of burn out. I tend to over do things once and awhile ;w;

And lookie! A catto of loaf here :0 👇

Believe it or not, I do take commissions! I'll insert a post about it here. (Open)

Ooooh commission dimension

(come back again later if you wish to commission)

I do accept art trades! (open)

Just pop a pm! I do not mind (just dont be rude ówo)

Back on the introduction:

I am multifandom, and I hop from one fandom to another at times to draw about em.

Current ones atm :0

You can tell what is what.

This way cuz am a little buzzin from coffee-

I have original characters as well, but if I doodle em here, it would take up the entire post and am almost outta paper-

What else...

Oh! Massive disclaimer:

This space is a safe one, but I warn you:

Please be nice, it is a place of good vibes and peas, and a-drawins, many a-drawins. Sometimes.

If you were to criticise my art, I'll kindly ask you to stop. (unless I actually do ask for criticism)

Creepers, proshippers and etc are not welcome here. Shoo bye-

I do not tolerate any sort a fights and drama, if there are any I want any part of it (not sure if it may even happen but who knows, just dont bring em here-)

If I do not respond in pms, it because am distracted ngl, I'll get to you in a second!

This place is mostly sfw, no nsfw here (cause I'm a flustered bean if i even tried drawing it)

Have fun! Good vibes save lives (not the saying, but eh-)

My tags!

(I'll edit some in to my previous posts ;w;)

For writing and reblogs

#mosstalk #reblog things :> #beanussays #enjoy my shenanigans #bean ramblin

For art

#my art hehe #beandoodles #mosssketches #beanart

That would be all for now!

Peas, love and cats!!

#mosstalk #beanussays #enjoy my shenanigans #beandoodles #mosssketches #bean ramblin

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Parole

Yancy x gn!reader

Requested by Anon:

“Can a yancy stan get a yancy fic with him on his first day of parole with a, let's make it gn so everybody can enjoy this fic, with a gn reader who has a doggo or catto”

I didn't proofread this or edit it at all so I don't even know if it's good I just kinda started rambling with it bc I needed to take my mind off stuff bc I live in America

Warnings: uhhh cat

Word Count: 751

Masterlist

“And this is my apartment!”

Yancy looked in from the doorway. He didn’t feel like he belonged anywhere, but especially not in your space. You lived here, you paid to keep living here and for water and heating and all of the stuff that he didn’t have to worry about while he was in Happy Trails.

You gestured him inside and, despite his entire being screaming for him to leave, to get in your car and drive himself all the way back to those gates, he promised he would try parole. If not for himself, for you.

He cleared his throat. “So, youse, uh. Youse lives here?” He only got to really know you while he helped you escape and when you came to visit every third Sunday, so he couldn’t say he knew you too well, but he knew you well enough to know this place just screamed you.

You shut the door behind him, and just sorta stood there and watched him take it all in. When he first left the walls of the prison, he had to take a moment to process everything. You guys sat in the parking lot for a while, just letting him listen to quiet music and process the fact that he was actually doing it, he was actually getting out of those walls.

Yancy slowly moved deeper into your place, following pictures and decorations, until he came to an odd piece of furniture in the corner. He turned back toward you and pointed toward it. “What’s this?”

He swore your entire being lit up at his question. He almost worried that he shouldn’t have asked it.

“That’s a cat tower!”

He tilted his head slightly. “A cat tower? What’s, uh… What’s it do?”

You chuckled. “It doesn’t do anything, but I have a cat that likes to sit up there and scratch at this material.” You joined him by the tower and ran your hand along the torn up scratching posts that made up the main pillar. “See?”

He felt it, too, but his confusion didn’t seem to dissipate much. “I’ve never really been good with animals,” he warned. “Not that I haven’t tried, I just don’t think they’s likes me.”

You grabbed his hand, holding it and giving it a soft squeeze. “Don’t worry, Yance. Lucifer will love you.”

“Lucifer?!” His eyes were wide, eyebrows shot halfway up his forehead. “Youse named youses cat after Satan?”

“He’s all black and fluffy with yellow eyes! What else was I supposed to call him?!” you defended yourself.

It was perhaps the first time since he left that you saw him crack a smile and huff a laugh. “Youse’s crazy, doll.”

No matter how much you insisted on wanting to make Yancy a nice dinner, he wouldn’t stop trying to help you. He kept reassuring you that he knew how to use different things because he worked in the kitchen back at Happy Trails, but it just ended up in disaster. So, instead of a home cooked meal, you introduced Yance to his first Chinese takeout.

You also decided to introduce him to the Three Stooges.

He laughed around a bite of food, trying not to choke on it as he pointed to the screen. “This is so stupid! Why can’t they figure anything out?” Despite the insult, it was all positive. He was definitely enjoying himself, and you were enjoying watching him enjoy his parole.

“Right?!”

One of the Stooges (you could never get their names straight) tried to poke another’s eyes, but the other blocked it. You laughed at the gag, but you stopped once you realized Yancy wasn’t laughing with you. When you looked over, you didn’t expect to find Lucifer sitting in his lap, stretched out toward Yancy’s mouth to smell what he’d been eating all the while Yance held his takeout container and chopsticks away from the creature.

You chuckled at the sight before reaching over and grabbing Lucifer around his stomach and dropping him to the ground. He persistently circled your feet with small “mrow”s.

“He’s friendly, Yance, don’t worry,” you assured the jailbird as he continued to stare at your cat with uncertainty.

He placed his chopsticks into his container and reached his hand down slowly. Lucifer sniffed it deeply, loud enough you could hear his sniffs even over the show, before butting up against it. Yancy seemed to not understand what it meant until Lucifer was rubbing up against him more insistently.

“Youse isn’t so bad.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #ahwm yancy #yancy x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader #fluff #cat

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miasudare · 9 months

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I gotta admit, this style is way easier. So I'll be remaking the old designs with this one.

Name: Fresh

Age: 18

student

non-binary (he/they)

As a kid who lost his parents at a very young age, Fresh grew up in the foster care system with his brother Cray until he was 16 and started to live in an apartment. Since the owner of the apartment is an old lady, she didn't care about his age. When they're short on money usually Dream or Nightmare covers the rent for them. At the age of 12, he started to work at various places. Such as cafes, florists, hair salons (as cleaners) and currently at an electronics shop. His usually repairs broken headphones or chargers. He makes a good income from this at school.

Fresh is very judging towards new people he meets. But once you got his trust he would do anything for your sake. They are quite goofy and friendly towards their friends, especially Alphys. His notes are never below B+ and he is loved by the teachers. At school they usually hang with; Alphys, Fuku, Napstablook and secretly with Red, who he offers to pay them a good amount of money to learn up-coming exams for his friends from Deltahigh and Ebott-Uni. After school he directly goes to the shop and comes back home around 8pm. On the way back home and on the way to school, Fresh goes down a few blocks to a park for a little stray catto that he calls "Furbs". They feed him anytime possible. He is basically their cat. At weekends you might see them with Cray, on a skateboard going to the Pine St. to eat ice cream or just hang with his brother.

☆His skateboard is 8 years old. It was a present from the man who would visit the kids in his orphanage. No one knows what happened to him. Except for...

☆He has a reddit blog named "r/Studentmemes". More than half the students in the school follows it.

☆They have a rivalisim between them and PJ. He doesn't know why but PJ always had a problem with him since middle school. They usually try to ignore him at all times.

☆He is obsessed with 90's aesthetics and those tradeable pins. Only Alphys has the same obsession in the school, so they trade with each other.

#rnaj #najreboot #nerd and jock #fresh #fresh sans #naj fresh #rebooted NaJ

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vylad243 · 16 days

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Hey, I blame your warrior cats anons for pregnant Vox tbh. Those warrior cats fans are dedicated...they love angst, like ALOT. I only read Firestar's series, and the deaths in that alone you could place catto Vox in to make Catto Alastor suffer.... *shakes head.* image cat Vox and Cat Alastor in Swiftpaw's and Brightpaw's places....and Alastor having to live with that, without Vox, as a warrior which Vox so desperately wanted...I think he'd HATE Cloudtail so much. Idk. Thoughts?

I blame them too, but it's also my fault. I did compare him to Silverstream (I meant the dynamic between Graystripe, Fireheart, and Silverstream- not the actual story 😭)

I'm not going to withhold people's creativity though! I love how people trust me with their ideas and aus. It makes me feel special! I can roll with the punches and make headcanons with people's desires 😎 so long as people know the likelihood of Vox having a kid in my story is extremely low unless I feel like it fits the story- then I'm fine with people doing whatever they please! It's a part of sharing content!

Now you're just giving us even more angsty ideas, lol. I don't think he would hate Cloudtail as he would just be disinterested in everyone and anything. He probably wouldn't have his name changed from lostface either. He would keep the name as a reminder

#hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel warrior cat #warrior cats

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traumxrei-archive · 1 year

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live laugh love cattos <333 i’d die for a cat anyday tbh … *sniff* *sniff* do you smell that? ah yes the smell of the love-hate relationship u have with azuru 🤭 bet you were giggling and kicking your feet bwahahah when you saw the cards, anyways enough bestie bullying for today heheh omg i don’t play project sekai but i do know its a rhythm game, i played one in the past called superstar sm when i was in my exo-l era (i think it was in 2018 iirc) but yeah i do think the next update of genshin its gonna be a lot of fun since the trailer showed like a capture the flag kinda game with sumeru boys (i was squealing when i saw scara fighting cyno and laughing so hard when kaveh literally flew away 😭🤚🏻 and and alhaitham’s commenting on the situation like he was a football narrator ALSO TRAU LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN HOYOLAB

NXX AS GENSHIN CHARACTERS!!!! also the visions fit very well with their personality and backstory imo

(hoyolab link + prev ask)

me and azul are haters and not lovers bc his ass keeps getting NEW ssr cards that i have to pull for and i just. KNOW he's doing this bc capitalism >:(((( (also how dare you bully me !! /j)

proseka is so cute <33 after enstars i just knew i'd like it and it took me wanting to befriend this person at uni for me to download it. i do not know the story but i DO know that i'm a sucker for vocaloid, so i'm just tap tap tap tap

(also superstar SM,,,,,omg,,,,,tbh i've never had it downloaded but i played it a lot on my friends' phone LMAO)

and omggg i think i saw the trailer for the new event !! lowkey kinda sad that i deleted genshin now, bc it does look fun. but also not sad ? bc i really do NOT have the time to spend hours on playing genshin rn,,,,and missing events would have me stressed outtttt

also !! the NXX boys as genshin chars !!!!! marius being an anemo sword char tracks, but i could also see him being a spear char. and vyn being a cryo catalyst ALSO tracks, but i could see him as dendro as well (imagine his ult growing rose bushes or something,,,,it'd be so cool) artem being a hydro polearm is good but i lowkey see him as a bow user too,,,,,he'd probably have amazing aim. and i agree on luke being a pyro claymore !! he's a stronk boi so he gets the big ass mega sword !!!!!

#/trau rambles #/sunsethw4 #/moots <3 #<bestbu3 #the way i was abt the call the catalyst a grimoire #playing too much twst syndrome

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skyland2703 · 6 months

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Your Current Favorite Blorbo, A song Going Through your Head About them, Five movies Scenes you'd Love Them to Act Through. Ask Five More People.

My blorbos come in pairs so imma take this one for Javi and Amelia together :3

Song for them:

And the five movie scenes, off the top of my head:

1) The Library Scene from “After”. I just want a college AU where Javi and Amelia are reading books in the library together, and stay there until it’s after hours and when the guard shows up with a flashlight and chases them off, they just RUN— just them being troublemakers together. (Also the lake kiss scene from After if that counts) (x)

2) The Auld Lang Syne scene from “Waterloo Bridge”. The farewell dance, the candles slowly going off, the last moment the couple got to be happy together, before shit went DOWN DOWN DOWN in their lives Q_Q. This scene made me cry the first time I watched it— and it still gets me emotional. A military AU for them would be so cuuuuutu (x)

3) Not particularly a movie scene, but the wedding at the end of the world, from The Umbrella Academy, Season 3. Something about apocalypses, weddings, a dysfunctional family, all getting together to celebrate their day together :3 (Warden Garcia can be Reggie Hargreeves and the entire team can be the sibs shitting on him and he can murder ollie later on or smth) but yeah Javi and Amelia getting married as the last people on earth and then just dancing to Teenage Dream as if nothing out of the ordinary and being so so SOOOO in love :3 (x)

4) the Befikre scene from Befikre, because that just literally feels like them. Daring each other to do INSANE shit. (x)

5) THE LAST KISS (the one with the cat) FROM BREAKFAST AT TIFFANIES. Audrey’s character from that movie felt very, VERY Amelia. And the guy was very Javi. Especially in that last scene, when she, out of her own frustration, lets her cat loose, and HE goes “if you can’t care abt your catto I WILL” and that’s when she realises she actually loves him and aagsjdsjshjdnsjdhdksk (x)

I honestly have so many more, but you said five, so five :3 THANKS FOR THE ASKKK!!!!

#power rangers #power rangers dino fury #amelia jones #dino fury #cosmic fury #power rangers cosmic fury #Javi x Amelia #javi garcia #ask #augment-techs

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midnightscxre · 11 months

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@waywordhearts [ Closed starter ]

Calloused palms traveled across the silky surface whose scent did not belong in his private quarters. The thick, sooty smoke of cigarettes smoked in the cramped space the ashy blond man called his bedroom was replaced by fresh air in which the aroma nourished the nostrils and did not disgust them. The sapphire eyes blinked away the fatigue and took in the surroundings. The confusion lasted for a couple of strong heartbeats, until the stupor of sleep was replaced by the realization of where he was. The muscular body tensed, lifting itself into a sitting position, elbows resting on knees as broad palms rubbing the heavy eyelids. Movement made him wince, a habit, instinct -- necessity to survive in the world of horrific crimes the president of ' Devil's stranglers ' chose -- always be on alert, one finger on the trigger and another ready to capture the neck of the enemy. " Hey . . . " Although the tempting shape in front of him was no way near a repellent sight he needs to destroy, nothing he needs to ' fear ', the caution remained for a moment too long.

The usual feeling of irritation that would rise as a tide seeing a ' sweet-bud ' overstaying her welcome back in the motor club was replaced by some strange relaxation, sight of the woman mellowing the senses, silencing the constant worry and driving the everlasting tension in the broad shoulders away. Azure irises fell upon a strangely shaped cup, probably a work of art Jace didn't know how to appreciate since his beverages came either in bottles or disposable paper cups, from which steam was rising, carrying another seducing smell. Rough fingers curled over the prepared drink, bringing it to the smirking lips. " Thanks . . . " a name. A name was supposed to be added at the end of the word of appreciation. A name he didn't know. Was not supposed to know. Jace entered this arrangement with rules chiseled in stone tables - no names, no details, no calls, no talks, no. . . well, nothing but physical pleasure. An exchange that worked perfectly well until the present moment.

Not that the man didn't have an abundance of willing women back at his motor club, but those had nothing to say except for ' yes sir, whatever you wish sir ', like programmed robots in tight skirts -- something Jace didn't find compelling at all. Boring. Yet, no matter with who he shared the sheets for the night, his rules were clear to the other person as well. Not one woman, even those whose heart was broken by the ugly truth, had one bad thing to say about Jace Catto. A man who never hid his intentions, had his cards open -- that he will never be nothing but a pleasure provider. That he can't stay and be the knight in the shining armor. Not because he didn't want to, hell, one of the biggest hidden dreams was a stable relationship that bloomed in a loving family -- white fence, dog, house, couple of kids and a wife. . . a distant dream. Jace saw too many of his fellow men lost their sanity to alcohol, drugs and sorrow after reality slapped them in the face. For criminals like them, there was no happy ending. Family killed, kidnapped, or just ran after they realized how cruel the world of crime is. The man vowed never to expose no one to its horrors.

" I really didn't mean to crash here, darling. No fake excuses. I wouldn't hold it against you if you kicked me out. " soft muscle licked the drops of coffee from the lips. What in the bloody hell is her name? Thought rang through the privacy of his head. Grabbing the crumpled white t-shirt from the corner of the sofa, Jace pulled it over the head and strong arms. Why did he stay in the first place? Man couldn't recall, yet there was no alcohol, or better said not enough of it, for him to use as an excuse -- it was just tiredness and the feeling of relaxation that made him stay. Jace got to his feet, scanning the living room as he approached her, taking a few hefty sips of the divine coffee. " Nice place. You live alone or should I expect an angry boyfriend coming too early from a business trip and have a nice brawl for a wake up recipe instead of the coffee? " Smooth chuckle accompanied the half-joke, because the example happened more than once. . . Finally the feet stopped collecting steps and the much larger silhouette towered over the smaller one. Corners of the lips curling in a smile before the brain even realized it. " Don't take this the wrong way darling but, I think crashing at one's crib and serving coffee demands a name. " crossing his own limits, Jace continued. " I know the deal and all, but ermm. . . would like to express my thanks properly, ye? " Slight Irish accent explained. " Name is Jace Catto. " He offered first.

#waywordhearts #ft. jace

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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Hello. How are you?

I was wondering I can have a cute headcannon of Gojo and Nanami of their s/o randomly bring them cup of coffee and giving a small kiss and just walk away?

Just something cute and wholesome.

“KISS AND SASHAY AWAY”

— when you bring nanami and gojo coffee and a kiss

GOJO SATORU:

“sensei! what if I swallow a fly? will I have to eat a spider so I can get rid of the fly?”

gojo snaps his fingers, “amazing question, yuji!” he smiles, “and the answer is yes!”

nobara raised her hand, “what about the spider?”

their teacher replied with a grin, “you will swallow a bird!”

megumi takes a deep breath, and covers his face in agony.

the duo and their teacher continue laughing and answering more of these absurd questions. however, that didn’t stop gojo from noticing immediately when you entered the classroom.

“y/n! wifey! hi!” he exclaims and runs to you.

“SATORU WAIT I HAVE COFFEE!”

the sorcerer manages to stop before bumping into you and creating a mess that yaga wouldn’t exactly accept.

you put down the cup of coffee and give him a hug, “missed you.”

“missed you more,” he whispers and tightens his grip on you and buries his face in your hair. his gaze shifts to the coffee on his table, “is that for me?”

you deadpan, “no, it’s for sukuna.”

said curse cackles and bursts out laughing at that.

“y/nnnn!” your husband whines and you just press a kiss to both of his cheeks.

you turn around, “okay big guy; you have a class to teach.”

“bye y/n-san!” the trio says and gojo is just pouting and hiding his face in his collar. he looks at the coffee, soon taking it to his hand and tasting it.

a soft smile graced his lips, you always how he would like everything. he keeps in mind to thank you later and get you a crap ton of gifts.

even if you will scold him for it.

NANAMI KENTO:

nanami took a deep breath and sighed. things were getting hectic and work seemed to pile non-stop. he just wished for some free time so he can rest and enjoy some time with you.

too caught up in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice you enter until you gently place the cup of coffee on his desk and his gaze shifts to it.

he feels you press a soft kiss on his forehead before heading out the door. by the time he looks up, there is no trace of you except the coffee.

the coffee he picks up and drinks a small sip of it, and a smile makes its way to his face. he puts it down and then got up and calls your name, “y/n?”

“I am in the living room, ken’!”

his feet move before he thinks and he finds himself in front of you. you look up to him with a smile, “are you okay?”

he bends down on one knee and holds your hand. he kisses it before placing it on his chest, “sometimes, words really do fail me.”

“oh?” you smirk, “did gojo do something that incredibly stupid?”

he shakes his softly and simply rests his head on your knee while still holding your hand, “they can never truly describe how much I love you.”

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inutilidadeaflorada · 2 years

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OH MY Godddd thank uuu for petting the cattos for me 🥺💕 i love em n im super grateful and, also no problem 💕💕 im *always* proud of u~ like just as the kind of person that u are, how welcoming u are, how nice u are, how imaginative u are its like ,,, i been intimidated to talk to u coz i thought ur so brilliant 🥺🥺 ANYHOW IM BACK WITH ONE DABI BRAINROT aka this man just using every opportunity to man to have you cuddle him, be it watching spooky movies or turning down the heating so ur snuggled up on him, or hell, looseing up the lightbulb so when it flickers u cling to him he just LIVES for it, to be your protector and knowing you count on him and that hes the only one for you he literally looks like this : 🥰 when u squish yourself to him agdgrjfhgs-😈

Of course sweetie 🥰🥰 Also stop like you’re actually gonna make me cry, I can’t take nice compliments like this without getting very emotional 😭 Aldo yes Dabi brainrot!! I can definitely see him wanting you to cling onto him all of the time 🥺🥺 He just wants to be a protecter for you 💓

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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 23

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

Characters: Swatch Paletta, Spamton Addison, T.M. Tanner [Tasque Manager], Catechu Dyer [Swatchling], Indigo Dyer [Swatchling]

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Are We There Yet?

Chapter summary: The new semester brings both Spamton and Swatch an equal measure of happiness and uncertainty.

Author notes: The usual trigger warnings touching on Mike's past abuse. Also, if you read between the lines, there's non-explicit sexual content in our protagonists' new relationship. The content in this story will not go above the Mature label, but I may write some sexy "outtakes" at a later point.

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At first, living together was an idyll. Mostly.

Spamton’s heart felt full to bursting with how much he loved being in Swatch’s company in their own space. When the blizzard at the end of January gave them both an unexpected four-day weekend, neither of the two were unhappy about being snowed in. Fortunately the power never went out, but they had an excuse to find new and inventive ways of keeping each other warm in nearly every room in the house.

The tradition of Spamton playing the piano just for Swatch before bedtime, and the accompanying tradition of Swatch reading aloud from one of Spamton’s books when the two were in bed together, got its start that weekend.

On that Sunday afternoon, when it was fairly obvious that Sunday dinner with Indo, Catto, and T.M. would have to be canceled due to the increasing snowfall and the wind creating whiteout conditions, Spamton voiced something that had been on his mind.

“I p-p-probably should have asked you this a hell of a long time ago, b-but when’s your birthday?”

He could feel Swatch’s rumbling laugh up against his side. “November 20th.”

“Whuh– Why didn’t you TELL me I had missed your birthday?”

“You and I had a few other things on our mind at the time, you’ll recall. There wasn’t an ‘us” back then, so it literally didn’t occur to me to tell you when my birthday was.”

As they stood together at the big bay window watching the snow, Swatch gave Spamton a comforting squeeze and continued, “And besides which, if you really wanted to know, you could have asked your brother Ballew.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, he never told you how he scoped me out before you moved into Overlook?”

“G-g-good Lord.”

“The very good Lord, indeed.”

Spamton pulled Swatch over to the piano bench and made them sit while he knelt in front of them and propped his elbows on Swatch’s knees. Eyes shining, he declared, “Well, I need to - to fix this. How about a quarter-birthday p-party?”

“A quarter-birthday?”

“Yeah. When I was really little…”

“You’re still really little.”

“Hmmmph. As I was s-saying, when I was really YOUNG, my sis-sis-sister told me about half-birthdays. She kept saying one year that she was g-g-going to c-cut my presents right d-down the middle with an ax…”

“Nice sister you’ve got.”

“S-she was joking. But she did m-make me a half-cake.”

Swatch hummed thoughtfully. “We could co-opt that idea, with modifications of course.”

The next day, Catto, Indo, and T.M. all got the same text message.

Quarter-birthday celebration for Swatch. Sunday night dinner on February 20th.

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Spamton got accustomed very quickly (and very happily) to falling asleep most nights with his face, his hair, and various parts of his body being stroked by Swatch’s long strong fingers.

Swatch relished being woken up each morning by Spamton trailing kisses over their pecs, nuzzling along their jawline, or nibbling at their ears.

Even though Swatch no longer NEEDED the wedge pillow, they had gotten accustomed to sleeping upright on it. And since Spamton insisted on using his own wedge pillow in their shared bed, it seemed to just make sense to have the two pillows side-by-side up, propped against the headboard. And of course having both their heads at the same level meant the setup was perfect for kissing each other. Kissing often and enthusiastically became the norm for their time together, day and night.

The two would generally fall asleep facing one another, with Spamton draping at least one leg, sometimes both legs, over Swatch's legs. At some point in the night, however, they would each turn on their sides, and the shape of the remaining hours until dawn would be determined by one small factor.

If Swatch were turned away and Spamton could hug them from behind, the two of them would both sleep restfully through the night.

The opposite could not be said to be true.

Spamton *wanted* to be spooned, desperately. He tried so hard to relax, to fit his body in an S-curve to parallel Swatch’s S-curve and fall asleep without issue in Swatch’s embrace.

But his mind wouldn’t stop screaming in panic and remembrance when he felt the weight of Swatch’s arms holding him from behind. They weren’t Swatch’s arms then, in his muzzy exhaustion-addled brain; those arms were Mike’s, and those arms were a prison, a velvet trap with hidden spikes and claws.

He managed not to *physically* scream the first few times with Swatch as the big spoon and Spamton the little spoon. And, with difficulty, he curbed the conditioned impulse to leap out of bed and start mindlessly cleaning things that didn’t need to be cleaned. But he couldn’t stop himself from involuntarily shaking, and after several nights his shaking evolved into full-body shudders that would wake Swatch up. They’d sit up in alarm and turn the bedside lamp on, worried that Spamton was having some kind of seizure, and the ensuing sputtering of mutual reassurances would keep both of them awake for hours.

Finally during one of those nights Spamton tried to make a joke about “needing to see you coming”, but he could have smacked himself when he saw the look on Swatch’s face go from concerned to downright agonized and heartbroken. Swatch hugged him tightly and murmured in his ear, “And that’s the truth of it, isn’t it?”

Spamton could not think of any way to answer that, so he just let Swatch hold him and tried not to cry.

Damn his broken brain. Damn Mike.

After that night, Spamton noticed that Swatch would make sure to either face him in bed, or to faux-casually say something like, “Starfish Express now boarding” before turning on their side and letting Spamton embrace their back, one of his legs thrown over their hip.

It was both endearing and frustrating, but it at least let them both have a decent night’s sleep.

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Spamton looked at the schedule of home games and away games taped to the refrigerator and sighed. He hadn’t factored into his enjoyment of living in the townhouse with Swatch how much he would miss Indigo and Catechu.

It wasn’t like he *never* saw them; Spamton ventured into Plato’s Cave most afternoons at lunchtime and hung out with one or both of the brothers as they were eating before going to practice.

And as indicated on the paper schedule, Sunday dinners with the twins and T.M. would still be a thing, on the weekends when the basketball team wasn’t traveling. The five of them had mutually decided to alternate between the townhouse and Luigi’s, since the twins didn’t want to impose on their two new roommates at the Overlook.

But he found himself thinking that life was too quiet without the crowd he’d gotten used to being a part of.

He was startled the first time Swatch invited him to go see the team playing a home game at the campus gym; he found himself both enjoying it and at the same time regretting that he’d never gotten to see Swatch play. He would have liked to have discussed the topic with Swatch’s cousins, and with Indigo in particular, but the opportunity never was there to do so.

Spamton saw a lot more of T.M. in the first two weeks of the semester than he’d expected; he ran into her at the radio station, of course. But he’d run into her a lot more frequently at the campus library, where he’d gotten a job. He’d followed through on his statement to Swatch that he was going to split living expenses; he’d written to Katherine Shalazar, his work-study boss at the library at NDU, asked for a recommendation from her, and submitted an application to Inwood’s library. While he couldn’t be sure that the Addison name didn’t have something to do with it, he was relieved when he got the job acceptance and could commit to Sunday afternoons and Monday nights assisting at the reference desk.

When asked about it, T.M. first said she was doing more studying at the library than in her dorm room because she needed specific materials for her independent study. But she eventually admitted to Spamton that since she and Aster had broken up, seeing GiGi and Leroux together was making her down in the dumps. T.M. was quick to add that, surprisingly, GiGi wasn’t being inconsiderate about her and T.M.’s shared space; Leroux was a good influence that way. But T.M. still felt like a third wheel in the dorm suite all too often.

Spamton’s first impulse was to ask T.M. to move in with him and Swatch, but he caught himself before the words could leave his mouth. He needed to analyze living with *just* Swatch didn’t feel like enough to him, sometimes.

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Swatch was almost afraid to admit how contented they felt, how much in their element they were, living in the townhouse with Spamton. They didn’t have to be a caretaker; they didn’t have to be accountable to anyone for their whereabouts; they didn’t have to conform to anyone’s schedule except that of their own college courses and their shifts at Plato’s Cave.

They had been lucky to land to snag hours before the work-study window closed; they got their Wednesday night closing slot back, and were also scheduled for the Monday and Tuesday lunch shifts. Without the athletic expectations hanging over their head, and with this being their last semester before graduating, Swatch had much more leeway to decide the structure of their classroom day, and found themselves ecstatic to not have to get up at the crack of dawn or to go to sleep before midnight.

More time to spend in bed with Spamton. Which was, in their opinion, an unmitigated delight. Swatch never tired of making their partner happy, while learning things about their own body that they’d never imagined before.

And more time to spend in their studio.

THEIR.

STUDIO .

Swatch had never even dared to dream of having an opportunity to say those two words together aloud before they turned sixty-five. They had expected to be in service all their life to some degree or other, putting others first and themself last.

But the dream that Swatch didn’t even know they’d had was coming true… a dedicated QUIET space that was theirs to create in.

The quiet was something that Swatch felt guiltily grateful for. They’d been used to the noises of apartment living all their life; people stomping or yelling on floors above and on floors below. The dorm where they’d lived from freshman year through junior year, not to mention the Overlook, hadn’t been much better. And while they loved their cousins, sometimes Swatch just needed space. Spamton could never be as boisterous as Catto, nor was he as moody as Indo could be on occasion.

The only noises in the townhouse that Swatch heard, barring street and subway noises from outside, were the noises they themself or Spamton made. The thick walls between each of the rowhouses acted as an excellent buffer to sound. The people who lived on either side of them were elderly and friendly to both Swatch and Spamton, especially when the two of them helped shovel out the adjoining driveways during the blizzard. Waving hello and goodbye mornings and evenings to their neighbors became a habit.

Spamton never intruded when Swatch was in the studio, which was a nice change from others in the past feeling the need to peer over their shoulder whenever Swatch was sketching or painting, back in Queens.

Spamton always asked whether he should close the door to his “library”, the other bedroom on the second floor of the townhouse, before he put music on.

Even when Spamton sang in the shower, it wasn’t at volumes that would shatter the ceramic.

Swatch found themself ridiculously happy, even if at the back of their mind they knew it was only a temporary situation. Everything would have to change when they graduated, but they pushed that thought away whenever it tried to surface.

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“How - how do you feel about Valentine’s Day, Swatch?”

There, he’d asked the question with barely a trace of a stutter. And he’d made eye contact while asking…. Score!

Swatch looked back at Spamton across the dining room table. They had both started using its surface as the best place to spread out homework and textbooks and laptops while studying together or separately. “I’ve never really had any reason to develop feelings one way or the other about Valentine’s Day. Before now, that is.” They ended that statement with a gentle smile.

Why is this enough for you? Spamton wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. Why am I enough for you?

Of course, he didn’t scream. Instead he said with a smile of his own, “G-g-good! No precon-conceptions, then. No ridiculous expectations.”

“Maybe not, but I’m open to formulating some joint plans. Unless you’d rather I surprise you?”

“Only if - if - if I c-c-can surprise you, too.”

“It’s a deal.”

Swatch stretched, rolling their neck on their shoulders with an audible pop. Spamton winced at the sound. He got up and walked around the table so he could start rubbing Swatch’s back. Swatch took off their glasses and leaned forward to rest their head on their folded arms, making noises of deep contentment low in their throat.

You never ask me more than I can give.And I want to give you everything. I’m just so damn afraid.

“Easy on the chokehold, Spamton. Not my kink.”

That snapped him out of his self-pity. “S-sorry. Got lost in thought.” He moved his hands over Swatch’s shoulders and started tracing the sides of their neck more lightly with the tips of his fingers.

“Aaaaah, that’s more like it. Remind me to return the favor later tonight.”

“It’s - it’s a d-deal.”

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Neither Spamton nor Swatch could keep their respective “surprises” a secret for long. Spamton managed to snag tickets to the final showing of the day at the Hayden Planetarium on the Saturday before Valentine’s Day, and Swatch countered with the promise of “the best dim sum you’ve ever had”, although they wouldn’t say where.

The weather heated up in the second week of February and melted away the snowdrifts as though there had never been a blizzard at all. That Saturday afternoon was cloudy and windy, with temperatures in the mid-fifties. They both layered in turtlenecks and thick sweaters, rather than taking bulky coats with them on the subway. Swatch was in black and white, but had wrapped a red ribbon around their cane; Spamton wore burgundy and charcoal. Both decided on jeans and sneakers, though, since it seemed a shame to miss the chance of walking in such good weather.

The platform for the 1 train at 231st Street was nearly empty when they got on board. Swatch gravitated towards a corner seat near the end of the subway car, away from any windows. Spamton grinned at their choice, guessing that Swatch was trying to avoid tripping anyone with either their long legs or their cane, and made himself comfortable against Swatch’s side for the ride down to 79th Street.

The walk over to the 81st Street entrance, bypassing the closer entrance to the Museum of Natural History, was a brisk one; hand-in-hand they scurried in the face of a nearly 30 mile-per-hour wind, “Scarves next time!” Swatch commented breathlessly as they finally got inside. Spamton handed them a tissue and used one himself to clean his fogged glasses.

The planetarium show was incredible, but Spamton found himself watching Swatch’s face through most of the presentation, rather than the “sky”. Reflections of stars and galaxies played over his partner’s glasses, almost turning their lenses into screens. Swatch’s expression was almost… worshipful?... as they gazed upwards.

“Did - did I do alright?” Spamton whispered as the show neared its end. Swatch’s glowing smile was answer enough.

When the two got back outside at 5:30pm, it was fully dark but the wind had dropped. The temperature was still comfortable, so they took their time walking down Central Park West, this time with Spamton’s hand tucked into the crook of Swatch’s arm. The height difference between the two of them didn’t seem to matter as the city blocks passed under their feet.

“We’re n-not walking all the way - all the way to C-C-Canal Street, are we?” Spamton ventured to ask as they approached Columbus Circle.

“Tired already?”

“N-not if you aren’t.”

“Nah, not tired, but definitely starting to get hungry. Shall we ride?”

Swatch turned them both around the corner and down the subway stairs, their cane tapping on the pavement with each step. Spamton leaned his head against Swatch’s arm as they waited on the platform and said, “You really make that c-cane look elegant.” “Why, thank you, kind sir. Yup, Uncle Julius knew what he was doing picking this out. Practical AND fashionable.”

The A train came first and Spamton went to grab a seat, but Swatch stopped him, saying in a teasing tone, “We’re not going that far.”

And they were as good as their word; they pulled Spamton towards the subway car doors at the 42nd Street stop.

When he realized where exactly Swatch was taking him for Valentine's Day, Spamton had to laugh. Not mockingly, but joyfully. The pun-laden name was absolutely perfect.

Swatch’s smile was triumphant as they opened the door of the restaurant and ushered them both inside. “My awesome boyfriend deserves ‘awesum dim sum’. I will brook no arguments.”

The food was as delicious as Swatch had claimed, and Spamton enjoyed the opportunity to be able to take small bites of a variety of things without being made to feel like he was some oddity that couldn’t eat properly.

He polished off his hibiscus tea with a happy sound. “This was p-p-perfect. I c-couldn’t have p-picked a better choice. Thank you.”

“I’m glad.” Swatch looked at the clock behind the counter and started to gather themselves to rise. “They’re probably going to throw us out. It’s past closing time.”

“Uh-huh. These k-k-kinds of places were always - always more a lunch sp-spot when I was down here.”

“Oh, you’ve been here before?”

“N-n-n-not here specifically, no. But p-p-p-places like it further d-d-d-d-downtown.”

Please, please, please, Swatch, don’t bring up my past tonight. Let’s just enjoy the here and now.

And it was almost as if Swatch had heard his inner thoughts, because they merely put a warm strong arm over Spamton’s shoulders as they both started walking back to Port Authority and the 1 train to head uptown and home.

#swatchton #swatchton au #sylph writes #deltarune fanfiction #fic: call signs

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