#so its back to 'taking photos and hoping' yay

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𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎 in which pierre is dating everyone’s favorite singer! ౨ৎ pierre x female!singer!reader

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ynupdates Y/n, her first night and her first time playing in paris!! She preformed amazing and gave us a sneak peak of her new song, “dance with me” 🥹 who could this song be about ? 🧐🧐

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user why did paris do to deserve this..😐😐 Like wdym they got a sneak peak of her new song????? 😭😭

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user PARIS GO SUCK A DICK

user i lost a song i didnt even know i could Lose.

→ user LITERALLY.

user PIERRE SIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user her outfit is so cute 😭❤️

→ user rightt, shes always eating

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yourusername thank u france 🥖🥖🇫🇷🇫🇷 love u ❤️❤️🙈🙈

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yourbestie who is this french man mrs ……. ?!?!?!!!!

→ yourusername Idk i was just kissing a random baguette man i found on the street :///

→ yourbestie ur gonna get a disease from kissing a random french man………

→ yourusername ouch. -french man

user we lost her to a french man ☹️

→ yourusername dw he will never compete with u guys

user IS THIS THE MAN SHES WRITING A SONG FOR?????

→ yourusername thank u to my maaan 🫡

user i can tell pierres hair, and thats his hair in the 3rd pic.

→ user yeah cause that bitch is balding

→ user LMFAO THATS FOUL 😭😭

user the last picture is literally PIERRE.. ARE THEY TRYING TO BE OBVIOUS

→ user right they’re not even hiding it

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pierregasly Over the break 💕

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yukitsunoda0511 I really like your photographer 😂

→ pierregasly Thanks yuki, I love her too 😂

charles_leclerc Seems like you’ve been having some fun over the break 🫣

→ pierregasly 🤔🤔

user AAAHSOXOSAOS YN YN YN

→ user who is yn and why do people think she’s with pierre??

→ user she’s an artist! you should search her up/ listen to her!!

user pierres soft launch era!! get rid of it. I NEED TO KNOW WHO SHE IS

user i love how yuki is still in these photo dumps ❤️

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yourusername hellloooo everybody!!!!!!!! new single out in a few days (yay) it’s called “dance with you” 💌

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user WE’RE FINALLY GETTING FEED

user EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO HER MAN, HE GAVE OUR GIRL INSPO

→ user thank you kind sir we don’t know of

→ user thank you for making our mother write love songs x

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user my prayers have been answered 😭🙏🏼

user CANT WAIT OH MU GOD

user I’m so ready to stream this song everyday and cry.

→ yourusername don’t cry babes 😞❤️ ILY

user LETS GO LESTS GOO WE WON

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user GIRL I CANT WAIT U NEED TO RELEASE IT RIGHT THIS SECOND

user this is so AUAAGDUWOQDFC

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YN 💕

PIERRE OH MY GOD

WHY WOULD U …

BAEB 🙊🤍

I MEANT TO PUT IT ON MY CLOSE FRIENDS I SWEAR

i mean ITS NOT LIKE PEOPLE DIDNT ALREADY KNOW..??

YN 💕

well YEAH.. but I wanted to tell my fans myself 😒

BAEB 🙊🤍

i’m sorry 😞

at least your single comes out in a few days .. ??

YN 💕

😒😒

ok wait

i forgive u 🤍🤍🥖🥖

BAEB 🙊🤍

❤️❤️❤️

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yourusername a very wise man once told me it wouldn’t b a photo dump if yuki weren’t in it … so i kidnapped him so he could be in my photo dump, thanks yuki ❤️🙊🐈‍⬛🥖

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user YUKI WHAT ARE U DOIN HERE

→ user more like what is PIERRE doing here …

user i hope yk how to fight pierre fucking gasly

user plot twist what if shes dating yuki

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user the last photo 😭😭

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user this is by far my favorite post ever cause YUKI LOOKS SO ADORABLE 😞❤️

user i am so SICK. HUST POST YOU AND PIERRE KISSING OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭 PLEASE I CANNOT KEEP WAITING FOR YOU GUYS TO CONFIRM IT YOURSELF. PLEASE YOU GUYS ARE SO SICK AND FUCKIGN TWISTED 😭😭😭😭

→ user preach 🗣️🗣️🗣️💯💯💯

user poor yuki he had to third wheel

→ user wdym yn was third wheeling

yukitsunoda0511 I have a family please let me go

→ yourusername never 😹🙊

pierregasly my little photographer

→ yourusername i should start charging u..

→ pierregasly no … you can’t, I’m broke

→ yourusername you make more money than I do ????

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yourusername heeyyoo! “dance with me” out noow…!!! and by the way, I DO really like you pierregasly 🤍🤍🥖🥖⭐️⭐️

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user SHUT UP OH MY GOD

user no…. NO….. I LOST MY WIFE……

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→ yourusername sorry x

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→ yourusername uhm ask yukitsunoda0511 he got it for me!!!!

user DANCE WITH ME STAYS ON REPEAT

user im throwing up

charles_leclerc Does this mean I can’t take him on dates anymore ?

→ yourusername can i take your girlfriend out? cause then the answer is yes charlie 🦎🦎

→ charles_leclerc 🧐🧐 Maybe….

pierregasly dance with me is the best song in existence ❤️❤️

→ yourusername thank u babe 🤍🤍😊😊🫰🏼🫰🏼

pierregasly I’m glad that I can finally post you

→ yourusername I love you 🥹🤍🤍

user AUATAAHH FINALLY

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→ yourusername of course! definitely not all of them but i’ll try my hardest to come 💕😊

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pierregasly Je t'aime my red panda 🤍

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user if you look closely you can see me violently sobbing in the corner.

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user pierre how do u feel after pulling the baddest girl ever

pierregasly amazing cause i ❤️ my gf

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charles_leclerc so cute (yuck)

yukitsnoda0511 you’re welcome for setting you up with her 🙄

→ yourusername THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR THE MOST WONDERFUL BF EVER YUKI ⭐️⭐️🫰🏼🫰🏼

→ pierregasly THANK YOU YUKI!! I’LL BUY YOU ALL THE FOOD YOU WANT🫡❤️

౨ৎ helloooo ! i hope u like this 😁😁 idk what to say tbh cause this is just a re upload …. I WILL TRY TO POST FOR DULCE HOTLINE SOON 🤓 i’ve been kinda busy tho, sorry ☹️😞

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[gojo-enthusiast]

Your Birthday (R)

Series: My Husband Toji Zenin

November was a great month in your husbands eyes, 1. The weather cooled down, which meant he would go and watch the boat racing comfortably. 2. The food. And 3. Your birthday. Despite your husband being a rough calloused man, your birthday was very important to him. Showering you with gifts, fancy dinners, sex, the kind of sex YOU like. Your birthday he wouldn’t even think about getting pleasure, just pleasuring you. But you always would insist on him cumming with you, saying that it made you happy.

You woke up later than usual, your eyes heavy, and your body groggy. “Good morning Doll.” Toji said sweetly, handing you your favorite latte from your favorite Cafe down the street. “Oh baby.” You smile. “Food is on its way, Chicken and Waffles.” He smiles, “My faaaavorite.” You emphasize the favorite, stretching your arms out for a hug. Toji engulfed you, swelling your body into his embrace. “Get up, go shower, and by the time you get out, your food should be here.” He kisses your forehead. “Yay okay!” You jump up, already hearing the shower running for you.

You get out the shower, wrapping yourself in a robe. “Toji?” You say out loud, not seeing him in the bedroom. “Satoru, I understand this is a very important account, I have showed them floor 87, at least 4 times now. They either need to sign or move along—“ Toji is saying to Satoru over the phone. “Satoru, it’s my wife’s birthday.” He says back. “I don’t care if it’s going to take an hour, that’s an hour taken from my wife.” Toji spits back, you could see his left fist clenching on the granite. “Why is this not something you can handle?” Toji hisses, “I don’t give a fuck if they want me. Take the damn contract, I don’t want it if it’s going to take away from my time with my fucking wife!” He shouts. “Fuck— I’ll be there in 45 minuets. You owe me.” Toji spits out, hanging up on Satoru. You laced your arms around his waist, making him flinch from surprise. “You have to go to work?” You kiss the middle of his back. Toji turns around, picking you up, you wrap your legs around his waist. He plants his lips onto yours, deepening the kiss. “Toji—“ You moan out. “Fuck, don’t sound like that. You’ll make it harder for me to leave.” He throws his head back, furrowing his eyebrows. “Sorry.” You kiss his jawline. “Satoru is gonna get it.” Toji groans. “I gotta go.” He huffs, walking into the shared bedroom. You start to eat your breakfast, drenching it in syrup. “I hope he’s quick.” You think to yourself. A few minutes later, you see your husband in a dress shirt, slacks and his dress shoes. You see him clamping his watch on, and he has a button unbuttoned that gave more of a chilled yet professional look.

“No.” You say. “What?” He questions. You saw the way his biceps bulged, and the way his ass was firm and perky in his slacks. “You look so sexy oh mah gad.” You say, with syrup falling from your lip. You’re practically drooling at this point. “Ill be back princess.” He says wiping the syrup from your lip, and licking his thumb. “Oh no, please don’t leave.” You groan. He was just so god damn sexy. “Oh no wait hold on!” You shout out, chasing him to the door. “Please of god please let me take a picture.” You groan. “Princess, I have to go.” He says. “Just one second please.” You smile, grabbing your phone, and snapping a photo of him chuckling. “Oh my god, Toji. I will have this engraved in my mind for eternity. I love you so much.” You dramatically say. “I love you doll, I’ll be back soon. I left my card on the dresser, go have fun.” He smiles, leaning down, kissing your lips.

You spent part of the day going to little shops in town, Toji wanted you to spoil yourself, but nothing really was appealing to you. Until you found a matching pajama set, buying that and some coffee, you looked down at your Apple Watch, seeing that it had been three hours since Toji left. “I miss him” You frown. You feel your phone buzz, you pull it out, seeing your friends Chrissy is calling, so you answer. “Hey!” You smile, “Hey bitch— happy birthday! Whatcha doing?” She asks, “Oh I’m at the town square next to my house. Toji is working unfortunately.” You say. “What! No! I’ll meet you there, I’m like 5 minuets away!” You friend says.

And thats how you spent your day, you and your friend went to store after store, window shopping, eating pastries, and heading back to your house to watch movies. “When will your man be home?” Chrissy says, “honestly I thought he was supposed to come home earlier, so I don’t know.” You frown. You love your friends, but you had much rather spent the day with Toji. A couple hours go bye, you hadn’t realized you fell asleep on the couch, you look beside you and Chrissy is not around. You grab your phone checking the time—

Chrissy: hey babes, you fell asleep so I let myself out. Have a good birthday! Love ya!

You set your phone down, seeing it was 11PM. You hear the lock on the door click, which means your husband is home. You perk up, seeing your distressed husband, with his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and his hair looked like he had been running his hands through it, which he usually does when he’s stressed.

“Hey my love.” You say softly, embracing him as he takes his shoes off. “I missed you.” You whisper, smelling cigarettes all over his clothes. “Doll, I smell of cigarettes and sweat.” He groans, peeling you off of him. “Let me go shower.” He says in a hush tone. You had followed him to the bathroom, and watched as he unloosened his belt, and peeled off his dress shirt. Standing there in his boxers, you saw his manhood that was clearly throbbing all day. He pulled them down, letting his cock spring right out, you saw the way he was leaking, and how it twitched just standing there. “Baby, I love you.” He eyed you. “I-I love you too.” You said, feeling the lump in your throat. “I want to make you feel good, I really do. I want to give you the birthday you deserve, especially sex. But I really need to have my release.” He groaned as he stroked his cock. You instantly undressed yourself, slipping in the shower before him. Signaling for him to come on in, and join you. “Fuck—“ he groaned, he stepped in, and instantly held yourself against the bar in the shower and bent over. “All for you.” You side eye. “Fuck, baby are you sure?” He says, placing his tip on your core. You nod in agreement. He slowly begins to push himself inside of you, and in an instant, he fully thrust in, not even letting you adjust. He began to thrust brutally, chasing his own release. You moaned and cried at the stretch. It felt so painfully amazing, you arched your back, and let him hold your waist as he fucked you raw.

“Yes— yes Toji.” You moan, you knew you would wake up the next day and wouldn’t be able to walk, but in the moment it was all you wanted to feel. He begin to thrust at a certain speed that kissed your G-spot so perfectly. Making you moan out. One thing about Toji, is he is a brutal man, he loved to watch you cry as he fucked you, he was feral when he did so. He heard a silent sob come out of your mouth, he spun you around and picked you up. “You cryin?” He groaned. “N-no” you said as the water sprayed your face. Toji’s manhood still throbbing, he hadn’t released yet. “FUCK!” he shouts. “Dry the fuck off now.” He spits out, both of you stepping out of the shower. You hurriedly rush drying off, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, slapping your ass ungodly hard. “Ah! Toji!” you yelp. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed. You could tell he was fuming, not at you. His job, Satoru, the fact he couldn’t spend your birthday with you. And the only way this man could let it go, was either drinking, or fucking you, or both.

Toji lied you on the bed, then walking out the room. He came back with a bottle of wine, already opened. Taking a swig. “You want some?” He huffed, you nodded. “Words!” He shouted. “Yes sir.” You say, knowing that is tipping over the edge. He pours some in his mouth, then grabs you by your neck and head and you open your mouth, letting the wine trickle in your mouth into your throat. He was trying to ease you, you knew what he was about to put you through wasn’t going to be the loving man you’re so used to, it was in this moment you understood why he was fucking other women after he got off work on a stressful day. The last thing he wanted to do, was put his sweet wife through a brutal fucking.

“I’m going to fuck you. And you will have to handle it.” He kissed your forehead sweetly. “Yes daddy.” You nod, a little wine dripping down your breast. “Fuck.” He groans. “Open your fuckin mouth.” He hissed, you did exactly as he said, he tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip. Then he shoved his cock deep into your mouth and throat. You knew how to take your husband’s cock into your throat, but it was a surprise, and you weren’t ready. But getting fucked by Toji, you don’t get that chance. He begin to fuck your mouth, forcing your head against his base. “Mm” you groan against his cock, you felt yourself struggling to breathe, he pulled you by your hair to look up at him. He had the phone camera in his hand, as he used your hair to control your movements. “Such a dirty little slut.” He groans. “Fuck just like that.” He groaned as he felt you swirl your tongue around. He finally pulled out of you, and you finally catching your breath.

He pushed you done, instantly putting your legs over his shoulder, fucking you raw. “T-To-!” You moan out loudly. “Hush.” He said stuffing a finger into your mouth. “Your pussy is talking to me.” He said, thrusting faster. You moaned out, sucking on his finger, he pulled out, flipping you around, instantly fucking you from behind. He leaned down, sucking on different spots of your back to mark you all up. He then turned you side ways, fucking you even deeper and harder. “Toji please slow down.” You moan, feeling your body is about to break. He then put you back on your back, fucking you fast and choking you lightly. “Fuck!” He would hiss, slapping your face, not hard enough to hurt, but also not light enough to not feel it. He leaned down, his face over your face. “Pussy feels so good.” He groaned. Planting kissing on your neck, and then marking you all over. You knew when you woke up, you would find hickies all over your neck and chest, which meant you were not to leave the house unless you want to be stared at. You hadn’t realized how much of a possessive man Toji is.

He slammed into you as one hand started to playing with your clit, and the other one was holding himself up. “I’m gonna cum. Take it.” He groaned, “toji it’s too much.” You cried, tears pulling down. “No— take it slut. I’m gonna fuck you until you give me a child. Fuck—“ he groaned, “Toji, baby please.” You cried, your body spasming. You just needed him to slow down a little. But Toji was feral, your tears were only fueling his desire. “Fuck yes—“ he groaned loudly, rubbing your clit faster, slapping your pussy. You begin to spasm, feeling your legs give out. And that’s when it finally happened. He came deep inside, while you squirt and creamed all over his cock. He continued the rub, while you clawed and cried for him to let go. You lost all your strength to even speak, just sobbing in pure ecstasy. You had been satisfied sexually from your husband, but never in this way. Toji was sending you the straight overstimulation, erupting a second orgasm, making you squirt again and again. “Fuck yes you dirty fucking whore.” He moaned out, fucking his seed deep into you. “Take that, take all of it.” He hissed, pulling you into his lips, kissing your fucked out face. Your body went limp, you no longer could move, but you feel everything. “Fuck!” He hissed, fucking you again, wanting another release. He did that for 10 minutes, while your body spawned and you sobbed. He kept fucking you until he came 3 times, and you passed out. Finally peeling himself off of you, and seeing he had completely fucked out his wife.

“Shit!” He groaned, seeing the way his seed spilled out of your cunt so deliciously, he scooped it up, pushing it back inside of you. “You’re gonna make me a father.” He whispered into your ear. “You keep my babies inside of that tight pussy.” He said, kissing your temple. You felt as if you weren’t even a person anymore.

You woke up, and you were lying in the bath with your husband behind you, he was washing your hair. You dozed right back to sleep, you couldn’t even comprehend anything that was happening. You woke up again to the sun slowly peeking through the window, you were engulfed in your husband’s embrace, you both were naked and clean.

“You okay doll?” Toji muttered. Your body ached, and you felt bruised everywhere. “I feel as if I was hit by a car.” You groaned. Feeling the way your cunt was throbbing and sore. “I’m so sorry doll.” He kissed your forehead. “I have never wanted to do that to you.” He groaned. Hiding his face in your hair. “Is that what you did to the other women?” You asks innocently. “Doll.” He said quietly. “It’s okay, you can tell me.” You said kissing his jawline. “Yeah.” He huffed. “Well I’m grateful I’m the only one who gets to see sweet Toji. Because I don’t think I could handle mean Toji everyday.” You giggle. “I’m sorry baby.” He embraced you. “It’s okay. It felt amazing, it was just a lot for me to take.” You giggled again. “I promise I’ll make it up to you— once you… heal.” He groaned, feeling his cock start to ache again. “Toji!” You slapped his chest. “It’s alright, I’ll do it myself.” He chuckled, pulling his cock out, fisting himself. While you drifted off to sleep to the sweet sounds of your husband groaning your name.

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[factual-fantasy]

27 asks! :00 Thanks ya'll!! :} 💖💖💖

Nope! Sorry, I don't take direct drawing requests or suggestions. <:/

Now I hear a few people saying; "But you've taken requests before" Now I do draw things in response to asks sometimes. But its rarely a direct request that I'm responding to. Usually its someone complimenting me on "something" and I feel so flattered and inspired that I draw that "something" again for them..

Would you think less of me if I said I legitimately was? For what I think is a very valid reason? Hypothetically of course-

@wolfie-777

:DD Oh hey!! Thanks!! Happy early Easter!! :}}} 💖🥚🥚🐺🥚💖

Oh there's no need to worry Anon, my body is kind'a forcing me to take a break... 😅

@yourstrulylightstar283 (In response to this post)

Thank you! And no worries, I'm sure I wont have to deal with all of this forever <:}

Happy late reply Friday! <XDD

@midnight193

Aww! Sweet widdol baby!! :DD

And thank you, I'm doing my best to take it easy.. <:}

Woof. That is quite the sentence to say to someone who's grieving their late wife-

Its especially strange considering that my Bowser isn't in love with Peach at all and isn't interested in replacing his wife-

I've heavily considered Louis having a crush on Ellie... 👀👀

The biggest eater is probably Louis, followed by Seafoam. Now Seafoam is no glutton mind you, he just eats a ton because he's so big and tall. He's got a lot of muscle that needs to be fed and maintained. Louis however just loves food and loves to eat <XDD

The pickiest eaterr.... couuuld be Red. Kids am I right? <XD Or maybe Spidercrab. He's rather thin so I imagine there isn't much he likes to eat. <:/ Or maybe Spidercrab isn't picky, he just doesn't have much appetite--?? <:DD

Aww! What a fun idea! :D I wonder if the game has anything like that.. and I wonder how a land animal like that would fare out on the ocean :0

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Y-You realy mean all dat?.. Thank you.. 🥺😭💖

@manybrokenquills

XDD I am everywhere

(Also if you ever feel like getting those photos those would be hilarious to see XDD)

@rubyplayz12

YA- AWWWW... :(( sorry about the lost progress! I hope you catch back up to where you were pretty quick :( But YAY YOU HAVE IT BACK! XDD

A marshmallow cookie and a S'mores cookie already exist in the game :( so I shan't make my own 😔

I'm still working out the order of their ages.. So far I have decided that Ludwig is the oldest. And I'm leaning on Iggy being right below him, the second to oldest.

I'm solid on Bowser JR being the youngest, and Lemmy being right above him, the second to youngest. As for everyone else though..? I'm still trying to figure it out.

Thinking that Roy and Morton are on the older side, and Wendy and Larry are on the younger side. I just don't quite know what the order will be-

Hmm... I want Larry to be very different looking from Lemmy, maybe a bigger age gap would help. And I made Roy rather mature.. he could be older.. hmm...

Mayyybe.. in order from oldest to youngest, it goes,

Ludwig - Iggy - Roy - Morton - Larry - Wendy - Lemmy - JR..? I think I'll go with that for now <XDD

Now Bowser is complicated. Originally I wanted Bowser to be this ruthless monster. Both as a King and as a Dad.. But I made that Bowser around when the Movie trailers were all the hype. And boy, I hated how Bowser was shaping up to be. So my rotten Bowser was mostly just to make him more intimidating then the movie Bowser.

Since then I've settled down and thought that a purely evil Bowser is not that interesting.. or lore accurate. So I began to lean on him being a rather good dad, if not emotionally awkward.

....buuut then I saw the movie, and now I'm back on the Bowser hate train <XDD I guess right now its up in the air. He's not meant to be intentionally abusive or awful to his kids though. I'm thinking that maybe the gentle fatherly side of Bowser was usually brought out by his wife.. Since she's gone now.. well.. I guess he's a little emotionally absent at the least-

As strictly a King, I'm thinking that he's pretty rough. At least he's more ruthless than he may have been before. I guess a way to describe him as King would be.. The health and safety of his people are not his #1 concern. The strength of his kingdom and his position of power however, is. Though this Bowser is subject to change.. :/

XD He'd probably look like this 👇

@kaiserdarken

I'm not sure if the Pizzaplex would have decorated the place for Easter or not.. In present day or in the past.

But if they did in the past, I imagine it didn't feel much different compared to any other time of the year..

And if the present day Pizzaplex celebrates it..? I imagine its hard for the animatronics to see all the bunny imagery everywhere.. 💔

@beryl-shade

Google seems to suggest that there are no sirens in the games.. :( So Blue Beauty wouldn't be one, 😔

@hazardhazel20

Thank you!! I'm glad you do! :DD

You mean my Refinedtale Toriel.?

Man.. I'm sure she does.. (Though heck if I know what their names would be or any of that stuff-- but I'm sure Toriel would know <XDD)

Ooooo that's a good idea! :00 I haven't thought about it that way before..

@collisionofthestars-newblog

That sounds really fun actually! And normally I could see that happening.. though unfortunately, some of the structures I have set up in my AU make this scenario less likely..

For one, I intended for healing magic to be extremely complex and very difficult to master. And its intended to always leave a mark of some kind. A warning that Kamek gives to Lemmy and Iggy is something along the lines of "Whether you are healing, or destroying. Magic will always leave a scar." That's why Iggy's eyes look so strange and half of Lemmy's face and hair is discolored. The act of repairing their eyes left a mark on them..

What I mean by this, is that Kamek couldn't just turn around and heal them after every sparring session. Because it is very challenging to heal with magic and they would both be left with scars.. So they would both have to heal naturally over time after sparring. And considering that the Commander has a very important job, it would be wise to not tire him out or injure for the sake of some emotional relief.. :(

Although.. there could be a more mild version of this perhaps? Where the commander is involved in Bowser's training.? But not as his opponent. Perhaps he flies up high and chucks projectiles at Bowser for him to deflect. But not really getting involved on a way beyond that where he becomes overly exhausted or inured.

...Now for the Koopalings?? Dude, that's genius. Bowser is a hefty opponent and is sure to exhaust Commander and possibly even injure him.. But the Koopalings?? Commander would make a GREAT sparring partner for nearly all of them! :00

Specifically I can see him sparing with Morton, Roy, Ludwig and possibly Iggy. (The older Koopalings primarily) Whether its just muscle against muscle or being Iggy's target practice, I think he'd make a great sparring partner for the youngins :}}

It started with being inspired by my band-aid covered hands (due to dry hands and cat scratches) and adding them into my sona

Nowadays its maintained by me having reaaaaally dry hands 💀 (I wash them way to often/harshly and don't rehydrate with lotion often enough-)

You mean the factual fam? Aw, I'd like to think so. :}}}

Bold of you to assume Jangles doesn't have hair

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<XD Yes, Bibi is around 2 years old-

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The Blanket in The Box- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson warnings: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE TEAM I'M SO SORRY I'LL WRITE A SECOND PART, silly about: request! "What if fem reader got a blanket of bucky. how would he react? how would the team react? i just felt like if u write this promt u would give it the best justification." (THANK YOU SO MUCH for thinking of me so nicely thank you i hope you liked it!!). a/n: this fic won!! i hope you're ready. i hope i did the idea justice!! also i could not for the life of me think of a clever little title so i made it like a bones episode name. yay!

“Something came for you.” Sam is standing at your open door, fingers tucked underneath a large box that has his arms brawnier than usual and his brows up to his forehead, a false innocence in his eye that makes you think he knows exactly what he’s carrying.

You stare at the box for a second and try to think, recalling each order placed and its corresponding package received. You gasp. Sam’s lips prune up like he can read your mind, his fingers curving a little protectively. 

You leap from your bed and snatch it away from him, its weight surprising enough to slip straight out of your hands. You heave a foot over the sealed flaps and stare at Sam’s smile. “Go,” you say.

“What?” He exclaims indignantly, grin dropping. “That’s not fair! This whole thing is thanks to me—I should reap some rewards.”

“How?” you demand, bewildered. “They were my targeted ads. Mine.” You push your finger into your chest for emphasis.

"Sure. But would you have paid attention to those targeted ads without my mindful encouragement?" Hard shoving, more like.

"Yes!" you insist, eyes narrowed.

He drops his indignance and instead adopts pleading. “Please just let me see his reaction, you won’t even be able to tell I’m there—”

“No!” you push him out of your room and close the door, leaving him importunate on the other side.

He raps gently at the door with the base of his palm. “Just let me see it! I just want to see it in real life once.”

You press your lips together and crack the door open a sliver. He jumps back and stands ramrod straight, chin dipped hopefully. “Tomorrow,” you say. “You’ll be the first I show."

He looks at you dubiously. "You swear?"

You press your palm to your chest. "From the bottom of my heart."

He seems to accept your offer, glancing back up at you inquisitvely. You back up preemptively, gripping the doorknob tighter. He steps closer. "Will you please take a video, I'll do whatev—"

You shut and lock the door, turning back to The Box.

Apprehensively, you pace around the box, offhandedly snagging an intricate knife from the hidden curve of your closet. It's almost nerve-wracking when you push the blade against the tape, sucking in a giddy breath as you part the flaps open, tossing the weapon onto your carpet and tugging out the contents with great effort. It's doughier than you would have thought, covered with preservative tissue paper. You toss that aside as well, unfolding the blanket you wobble to your feet.

You gasp when you see it wholly, a hand grasping one end of the blanket, the other going to your mouth in order to stop the spiral into laughter.

It's amazing.

It’s greater than you could possibly imagine. Plastic-scented, sure, but you believe in sacrifice.

You hobble over to your bed, draping the blanket over the mattress. "Wow," you whisper, a little overwhelmed as you take in the details.

The Bucky at the top right corner is barely glancing at the camera, an obviously deeply zoomed-in paparazzi picture of him walking outside. Bottom Left Bucky is another papparazzi photo, this one of him holding your bag in a park. Bottom Right Bucky's hand is cut off, along with yours attached to it, but you can see your fingers peeking out behind another Bucky's head.

Top Left Bucky is side-profiled in a suit you remember from a gala, and another Bucky from the same night is in the middle, a little bigger. You recognize the image as one of the mandatory ones Tony ordered for the night, and it's clear why that one is meant to be the center of attention. It's clearer, the surly details of Bucky's face easier to make out; notably the closest thing to a smile a strange camera is going to get from him—the slightest, most sardonic painstaking curl of the corners of his lips.

Still. He's so handsome it makes your chest hurt.

His hair is neat and done in a way that accentuates his cheekbones, and the lovely splendour of his eyes translates even into blanket.

You lean in closer. "Huh," you say. "Did he always have such long eyelashes?"

One of your hands splays atop a grumpy picture of Bucky, fingers curling and uncurling on the fuzzy surface. Not bad.

For the real test, you pull an edge up and crawl underneath, pulling your chin to your chest to stare at the blanket from above.

"Warm," you mutter appreciatively, fisting your hands into a Bucky's face. You pinch it to your field of view, dragging a chunk off your ankle so you can observe this Bucky up close. You recognize his clothing as his mission gear. How someone got the picture is beyond you.

You're too busy picking at the blanket to notice the subject walk into your room, shutting the door very carefully once he's on the other side of it. "Hey."

You startle, meeting his eyes abashedly. You stretch out your fingers as far as they'll go over what you were looking at, but it's futile when there are twin faces on every other inch. Bucky hasn't seemed to notice your unease, and you try to get your limbs to relax so he won't.

"Hi," you force out, cringing when you sound doubtful. You clear your throat. "Heeey."

He frowns at you. "Do you know Sam is outside your room?"

"Is he?" you say. "How... strange."

Bucky gets to your bedside and stares down at you, dubious. "Are you feeling—" The back of his hand is grazing your forehead when he pauses, breath catching for what must be the first time. You don't stop looking at him, catching the contemplative inhale and subsequent eyebrow furrow when he realizes he isn't even sure what to ask.

You stare at each other for a few moments until his lips part again, index finger tapping on your blanket. "Is that me?"

"No," you lie immediately. "No, it's not."

"I'm pretty sure... I'm pretty sure that's my face."

"No."

"I know it pretty well."

"Me too."

"Why do—where did th—" He sighs, deeply and deflatedly.

"It's Sam's fault," you blurt. "Mainly. Or, actually, it's because of how shitty our privacy is nowadays. You're right. Things were better back in the old days."

"Where did you get this?"

"Etsy," you admit ashsamedly. "It was actually pretty expensive. I got an ad for it and it started off as a joke, and then..."

His head shakes confusedly, pupils flickering between each face on top of you. "Why... why do you have this?"

"I got an ad," you repeat.

"Sure. But... why?"

"I don't know. I generally try to avoid the Bucky Barnes edits."

"That's not what I... I mean why would you listen to it?

"I personally like it."

"How would someone make this?"

"A collage? I don't know, the internet is getting hard for me to understand."

"Why? Why would this exist?"

"Why not?" you counter.

He steps back, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. His pupils erratic before they settle on a specific part. You try and follow his gaze, arriving at a shirtless image of him from a couple metres away, a towel draped around his neck.

“How did they get that picture?” He looks it over critically, a grimace on his face. He grows a little more horrified as he discovers more stills of him in different situations.

"You know there are these things of all of us? I found one for Steve. Mine's pretty creepy." You slip out from underneath it, standing guiltily next to Bucky. He's barely noticed you, a frantic finger drumming on Bottom Right Bucky's shoulder. "Tony has one of himself. I'm pretty sure he had it commissioned."

Bucky doesn't respond and you tug at his shirt. "Will you stop glaring at it?"

"I just... every time I think I get this century, aliens or Asgard or.... this happens."

You rub a soothing palm up and down his arm. "Okay, I'll give you that. That's fair enough."

"What are you going to do with it?" he asks, turning to you.

You cock your head. "What do you mean? What do you usually do with blankets?"

"Really?" He looks a little horrified.

"Yes, of course. Why else?" You grab his arm. "Touch it," you encourage, urging his hand to smooth over it. "It's soft."

"I guess."

"That's not something you can argue, Buck," you admonish.

"Wanna see?"

"No," you mutter, glaring at him. "It's gonna grow on you," you say menacingly.

"It won't."

"We'll see." You pat Middle Bucky on the head. "We'll see."

-

You like challenging yourself in harmless situations. Setting a ginormous plate on your non-dominant hand seems innocuous enough when the only thing threatening it is your impeccable balance, and after a particularly short mission, it serves to burn what's left of your adrenaline.

You step too confidently and your tray of cookies balances precariously on your palm.

You concentrate on each wobble, careful to not let anything slide too far. When you finally turn to your room, you let your shoulders slump from their place by their ears, only to regret it immediately when you tense again, sensing another presence the moment you step inside.

It's a relief for just a moment when you realize it's only Bucky splayed across your bed, because you realize he's sleeping very peacefully beneath the Bucky Blanket and your phone is in the pocket opposite to your free hand.

You gasp and subsequently snap your mouth shut, stilling in your doorway.

"My phone. My phone, nonono," you hiss in despair, needing to shut your eyes to concentrate but not wanting to look away. You suck in a beep breath, focusing on keeping the plate steady as you switch hands and pull your phone out.

"Ohh, I knew it. I told him," you whisper, taking a picture.

A shimmery glow takes on most of the weight, allowing you more freedom with angles. You're taking a slow step toward the bed when you're interrupted. You should've closed your door.

"No way," Sam chortles loudly. Your tray clatters to the floor, Bucky shoots up in the bed. "Nice nap, narcissist?"

it seems like every picture of him groans with Bucky.

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[itsokbbygrl]

Old Dogs and New Tricks

Summary: Sarah Miller has always loved her dad, maybe especially today. Years of long days at work and longer nights taking classes and studying have lead to this--his college graduation day. When the Miller family is interrupted during their impromptu picture time, Sarah thinks there might be one more person who could love her dad, too.

Word Count: 3k, one-shot

Rating: T (some swearing)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader/OFC

Tags: FLUFF, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, BRUSH YOUR TEETH AND FLOSS AFTER THIS ONE!!!, mild swearing, Sarah Miller POV, briefly Joel Miller POV, likely some University of Texas at Austin graduation inaccuracies, adult learner gets his diploma yay, Uncle Tommy is an A+ wingman, almost zero description of reader aside from having hair long enough to tuck behind an ear, wearing a dress, and having a shimmering laugh, but Joel and Sarah both refer to reader as a woman and use she/her pronouns, no y/n, no 2nd person perspective, reader/OFC has an unspecified family outside of 1 sister

A/N: Helloooooooooo this is the first thing I've ever published here holy shiiiiiiit. I was scrolling on Pinterest for interior design inspo and came across this adorable photo and immediately went, "omg Joel and Sarah core."

So naturally, I had to write it and set it in the HBO TLOU timeline. Sarah is 10 and we're going to suspend our disbelief about the technology of the year 2000 a little bit okay??? Digital cameras were not that good and very expensive and most people still did not have cell phones, but THE MILLERS DO OK. Anyway without further ado, I give you that (not so) old man doing something adorable. I hope you like it! My DMs and inbox are always open (yes I lovingly refer to you all as my little chickens, come say hi to me!). Reblogs and comments are appreciated per usual. 💖 Banner and title card made by me with the help of Canva :)

Sarah loves a lot of things about her life–her soccer team, her fourth grade teacher, all of the friends she’s made in her 10 years of life–but if you asked her what she loved most of all, she would say her family, hands down. Her family is small–just she, her dad, and her uncle Tommy–but their love for each other is anything but. It’s been the three of them her whole life and she’s never felt like there were any missing pieces, until one fateful Saturday in May. 

Sarah has spent nearly her entire life being told how proud her dad is of her, but today is a day Sarah is determined to show her dad how proud she is of him. She knows he tries to hide how stressed he’s been the last few years, how tired, but she’s a smart girl and she, to her dad’s chagrin, notices everything. Sarah almost can’t contain her excitement for her dad as her uncle Tommy parks his truck in the vast expanse of the University of Texas at Austin’s football stadium parking lot. She hops out of the backseat and slams the door like Tommy taught her to make sure it closes all the way on its rusty old hinges, and then bends at her waist to brush any pesky wrinkles from her dress. She wanted to look extra nice for today, trying to tame her thick, curly hair by tying it back in a low bun and fashioning her favorite flower pin on the side, donning her favorite sundress and the sandals her grandma said were nice enough for Sunday church. If they were nice enough for grandma’s church, they were definitely nice enough for her dad’s graduation, she figured. 

Sarah finds Tommy around the front of the truck as he’s pulling their entry tickets from his wallet. “Here you go, kiddo,” he says, extending a ticket to her with a smile. She replies her thanks before following him towards the imposing stadium ahead. Tommy helps lead them through the crowd, consistently checking to make sure she’s still near, Sarah offering him a smile each time she catches him looking. Their seats are up high, in the top third of the stadium bleachers. Sarah thinks she hears Tommy mutter something about only getting good seats if you donate a bunch of money under his breath, but she isn’t sure what exactly he means, so she ignores it. 

“Do you know where dad’s going to be?” Sarah asks her uncle. She wants to know where to look, doesn’t want to miss a minute of this, and she’s dubbed herself unofficial photographer for the day, so she wants to make sure she knows where to point the camera at all times. 

“Not yet, honey. We’ll keep our ears open, they usually announce each college as they come in, so we’ll know when to look for your dad,” Tommy reasons. 

“Good plan,” Sarah nods in return, eyes focusing back on the field ahead. 

Once it appears the seats have nearly filled, Sarah checks her trusty watch and sees the time has just passed 2:00, the scheduled start time for today’s ceremony. As if she triggered it herself, her head perks up as the sound of brass instruments rings out through the stadium, signaling the start of the ceremony. She watches the entrance of students intently, hoping to catch a glimpse of her dad. 

Sarah turns in her seat and asks, “Uncle Tommy, can I have the camera, please?” 

Tommy fishes in his pocket and pulls out the requested camera, placing it in Sarah’s open palm. “Yup, got it right here. You gonna be on photography duty today?” Tommy chuckles as he watches Sarah’s brows pull together just like her dad’s as she fiddles with the buttons on the camera until the settings are to her liking. 

“You bet,” Sarah answers, poking her tongue between her teeth as she looks down at the small digital viewfinder. “Can’t see anything, gonna use the zoom and see if I can see any better through the screen.”

Tommy lets out a low whistle, “Smarty pants over here, did we forget your cap and gown? Shouldn’t you be down there?” He jokes and pokes her in the ribs to make her giggle. 

“Uncle Tommy! Stop!” She laughs. “I’m trying to focus!”

“Alright, alright, kiddo. I’ll let you focus. Let me know if you find him.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Sarah salutes in return, earning a chuckle out of her uncle. 

The McComb School of Business is announced and Sarah sits up a little straighter, refocusing her efforts to capture every important moment. She squints against the afternoon sun, determined to find her dad amongst the long line of pending graduates. 

“There!” she points and Tommy follows her finger, trying to find what she’s seeing. “See his hat? I told him he needed to put something on it so we could find him and he told me to go wild, so I did. I knew that orange glitter glue would come in handy.”

Tommy spots him then, laughing when Sarah shows him the picture she’s snapped on the little screen, Joel’s graduation cap adorned with orange glitter glue that reads, “This old dog learned new tricks,” accompanied by two clip art dogs pasted on opposite corners. 

“D’you come up with that all on your own, smarty pants?” Tommy asks her. 

“Sure did,” Sarah chuffs. “Dad always says, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” when he doesn’t want to learn stuff like the camera or the computer, so I thought it would be funny,” she finishes with a shrug. Tommy silently laughs, his shoulders gently shaking, and Sarah smiles to herself. 

If there’s one thing Sarah will take away from this day it’s that graduation ceremonies are long and boring. There are about two minutes where she focuses intently as her dad’s row rises to make their way up to the stage. She diligently keeps the camera pointed his way, snapping pictures every so often. As he prepares to take the stage, she and Tommy stand from their seats. 

“Joel Alejandro Miller,” the announcer reads. Sarah and Tommy whoop and cheer as Joel crosses the stage, Sarah keeping the camera trained on her dad, making sure to press the shutter a few times as he shakes hands with the chancellor and receives his diploma. The rest of the ceremony goes by relatively uneventfully, until the graduates are instructed to stand and change their tassels from right to left. There’s a murmur through the audience and then the students erupt in a spirited rendition of, “The Eyes of Texas.” Sarah smiles as she watches the new graduates laugh and sing, throwing arms around friends and pointing to the sky. Once the song ends, the graduates then whoop and throw their caps into the air, and Sarah raises the camera once more to snap a couple final pictures. 

The crowd starts to dissipate, attendees making their way towards the exits to find their respective graduates. Sarah looks over the railing of the ramp as she and Tommy work their way down from their seats and watches as the mass of bodies move through the corridor, thinking about how they resemble a school of fish, almost liquid in the way they shift to accommodate obstacles in the hall. 

After a few minutes of shuffling, she and Tommy find the exit out of the stadium, heading towards the spot they designated to meet Joel after the ceremony. Sarah spots him first, poking Tommy in the arm and pointing his way. Tommy nods in acknowledgement, giving her the okay to head over. She looks both ways to make sure the coast is clear before breaking out in a jog. 

“Dad!” she calls, waving her arms to get Joel’s attention. His natural scowl drops the minute he sees her, face breaking out into a wide grin, and opens his arms as she rushes forward. Sarah meets him with force, earning a quiet, “Oof,” from her dad as she wraps her arms around his middle and hugs him tight. 

“You did it! I’m so proud of you!” Sarah tells him, not letting go, but tipping her head back to look him in the eyes. If she notices the extra glimmer along his waterline, she doesn’t say anything. He pulls her in tighter, giving her small shoulders a squeeze, and Sarah feels the deep rumble of his laughter in her cheek. 

“Thanks, babygirl. I’m so glad you came,” Joel tells her, rubbing up and down her back before letting her go from his embrace. 

“Hey old man, proud of you brother,” Tommy greets Joel with a smile and a hug, the brothers exchanging firm pats on the back before separating. Joel gives him a half smile and thanks him for coming and for bringing Sarah.

Sarah steps back from their little group and realizes her dad has already taken off his cap and gown, and that just won’t do. 

“Dad, where’s your hat and robe?” Sarah chides, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a serious look. 

“It was hot, so I took them off,” Joel answers. 

“Well, put them back on! We need to get pictures!” Sarah iterates, raising the camera in front of her dad’s face and giving it a shake. 

Joel sighs, but relents. “Alright, alright, gimme a second, kiddo, then you can play photographer.” They find an open spot on the lawn and Sarah powers up the camera again, using the viewfinder to ensure the shot is lined up just right. 

“Ok, 1, 2, 3…say, “Hook ‘em!”” Sarah says. 

Joel smiles and entertains his daughter’s request. “Hook ‘em!” he says, smiling for the camera. 

“Ok, this one, hold up your diploma,” Sarah requests and Joel again complies. “Can we do one more?” Sarah asks. 

Joel gives her a nod, “Sure thing, honey.”

“Ok, this one, do the Hook ‘Em horns,” Sarah says and she does the gesture with her own small hand. Joel mimics his daughter and smiles for the camera as she snaps the picture. She pulls up the recent shots and turns the camera towards her dad to review them together, unaware that they’ve been watched for the last few minutes. 

“Excuse me,” a soft voice interrupts Sarah and Joel from their scrolling and they look up to find a new member has joined their party. 

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, I just saw your daughter taking pictures and I thought y’all might want a few together?” Wow, pretty, Sarah thinks as she assesses the stranger. 

Joel clears his throat and Sarah turns her head to see her dad’s cheeks have flushed a new shade of pink as he stammers out a, “That’s awful kind of you, darlin’. Thanks for offerin’, we’d love that.” Sarah’s mouth ticks up into a smirk, the dimple she shares with her dad crescenting her cheek. She turns to Tommy and they share a knowing look. 

“Thank you, ma’am. You just press this button here,” Sarah hands over the camera and shows the pretty stranger how to operate it.

“Got it, thanks, sweetie,” she replies before bringing the camera’s viewfinder up to her eye and lining up the duo. “Ok, big smiles,” she says and clicks the shutter. She smiles and moves the camera away from her face for a moment to direct, “How about we get one with both of you showing us your best “Hook ‘Em” next,” before once again snapping the photo. “Alright, let’s do one more. Gimme your best silly faces!” and she lets out a shimmering laugh as she presses the shutter a final time. 

“Perfect,” she says to the small family, smiling and handing the camera to Joel, their fingers brushing briefly as the camera exchanges hands before both of their eyes lift to meet. Tension lingers only for a moment at the contact before they both let out breathy chuckles. The stranger lifts her hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Joel’s gaze following the motion, Sarah’s gaze locked on her father. 

“This was real kind of you, darlin’. Thanks again for helping us out,” Joel says, trying to extend the moment just a little longer. 

“Oh, it was nothin’. My pleasure, really,” she replies in kind, waving him off, her gaze dropping shyly to the ground. “Well,” she continues, bringing her gaze back to Joel’s, “I better head back or my sister,” she turns her torso and gestures to where her party is standing and carrying on conversation, “will never let me hear the end of it, how I deserted her on her own graduation day after she spent torturous hours sitting through mine a few years back,” She chuckles softly and clasps her hands in front of her, kicking out one foot and cocking her hip slightly to the side. 

“Alright, s'pose we better let you get on back then,” Joel replies. Sarah catches a sadness in her dad’s eyes at their pretty stranger’s words. “Thanks again…I know, I know, I’ll stop,” he laughs when she gives him a stink eye at his persistent gratitude. “Have fun with your family. And pass on our congrats to your sister.”

“I will,” she nods before taking a visible breath and waving goodbyes to the three Millers. She turns and heads back towards her own family. Sarah watches her dad watch her the entire time she goes, turning to Tommy and sharing an unspoken conversation before Tommy breaks the silence. 

“Alright, brother, why don’t you say hi to your fancy college buddies before we head out. I’ll entertain the sprout for a few minutes. Then we can head out for ice cream,” Tommy says, pulling Sarah into his arms and giving her a soft noogie while she cringes good naturedly. 

“Uncle Tommy! Stop, you’re going to mess up my hair!” Sarah complains. Tommy relents and Joel eyes the pair suspiciously, but ultimately agrees. He gives the camera back to Sarah for safekeeping, and she dramatically tells him she’ll protect it with her life. He laughs before leaving the pair on the lawn to find a few of his classmates and professors. 

Once he’s out of eye and earshot, Sarah and Tommy form a quick plan and spring into action. 

It’s getting late, the sun set, the evening sky dark and air heavy with the remaining heat and moisture from the day. Joel is sat in his makeshift home office at his messy desk, camera in hand, flipping through the pictures Sarah took earlier in the day. She got some pretty good shots, rolling his eyes and shaking his head fondly when he realizes how gaudy his cap looked from the crowd. 

He gets to the pictures of he and Sarah together and smiles, loving how happy his little girl looks, how proud she clearly is of him, how much fun they have together. He tries and fails not to think of the beautiful woman who took those pictures earlier, of the jolt of electricity that zipped up his arm and ran through his heart when their fingers touched, and he especially tries not to think about how he never managed to get her name. 

Just when he thinks he’s gotten to the end, the silly faces he and Sarah made only hours ago staring back at him through the small camera screen, he notices the number in the upper righthand corner. 24/25. There’s one more. He flips to it curiously, finding a special face looking back at him. A wide toothy smile, hair still tucked behind one ear, gorgeous little sundress that should have been illegal to wear out in public, and…holding a piece of paper? There’s something written on there and Joel desperately wants to know what it says, but for the life of him, he can’t remember how Sarah told him to work the goddamn zoom. 

He flips to the picture before, of him and Sarah making silly faces, swallows his pride and prepares himself for the shit he knows he’s about to get from his daughter before bellowing out, “Sarah! Babygirl, can you come here, please? Need you to help me with the camera!”

Sarah bounds into the room, sly grin already plastered on her face. Joel holds out the camera and asks, “How do you work the zoom on this thing again?”

Sarah walks over to her dad and points out the buttons he needs to use. “These right here, the plus sign zooms in, the minus sign zooms out, and you use these,” she moves her finger down to the directional arrow buttons that form a small circle on the lower right side of the camera, “to move the picture around when you’re zoomed in. Make sense?”

“Clear as mud,” Joel replies, giving the buttons a try to make sure he has it before dismissing his daughter, thanking her for her help, and thinks he hears her mutter something about old dogs and new tricks as she leaves the room. 

Joel turns his head to make sure Sarah isn’t hanging around before flipping back to the last picture on the digital version of a camera roll. He does as Sarah instructed, presses the plus button until the picture is zoomed in enough that he can read the paper being held up to the camera. No fucking way. He blinks, squints, rubs his eyes, and looks again, but his eyes did not deceive him. Written on the paper in a looping scrawl is undeniably a phone number. Joel leans back in his chair and brings his hand up to his mouth before pulling it down and resting on his lap. He stares at the screen for a moment in disbelief before letting out a low chuckle. He looks away from the screen and over towards the office entrance again, thinking about Tommy and Sarah and their insistence to hang back and let Joel congratulate his classmates and thank his professors. 

“Son of a bitch,” Joel murmurs to himself. He shakes his head and looks back at the screen. He holds his gaze there for a minute, then one more, before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, punching in the number and hitting the green call button before he loses his nerve. 

The line rings once, twice, three times, and Joel thinks maybe this was a mistake, calling a relative stranger after a brief (at most) meeting, but then the ringing stops and a newly familiar voice answers with a soft, “Hello?”

Joel smiles as his anxieties drift away, “Hey, darlin’. Nice to hear your voice again.”

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[mouschiwrites]

i’n asking too many of these dndhdhdhd (it’s there same anon from the pixel empire + brekafast hc) but i noticed that i think you havent done a kai and reader one yet????

so like i am gonna ask if you can do kai being comforted by reader post seabound ???thanks again sorry kf im asking for too many

YAY welcome back anon!!! I literally love your requests, you could never ask for too many <33 anywho I hope this is okay!

Word count: 815

Ninjago - Comforting Kai After Seabound

You brought your body against the door, bringing your ear close to listen for any noise. Nothing.

“Kai?” You called quietly, hoping not to startle him.

You heard a muffled hum. Pushing inside, you were immediately struck with the darkness of the room.

You scanned the area as your eyes adjusted, finally landing on Kai seated on the ground, his back pressed against his bed. He was looking at you with his deep brown eyes, void of the usual life they gleamed with.

You made an effort to smile as you made your way across the room. You sank down next to him, spotting a picture frame in his hands that you hadn’t noticed before.

It didn’t matter that it was dark. You didn’t need to see to know that it was the picture of him and his sister, taken many years ago, when Nya was still training to be a ninja.

You brought your shoulder against his, looking at him with concern lacing your expression. You hoped he’d look over and see, prompting him to speak, but his eyes remained locked on the photo.

As it turned out, he didn’t need prompting to speak. After a second he spoke, his voice betraying none of his anguish.

“Do you think I should’ve stopped her?”

“Kai…”

“Yeah, yeah, it was a necessary sacrifice. I know. That’s what you guys keep saying.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

He ignored you, lapsing into another bout of silence.

“It’s so quiet,” he began, almost whispering now. “I think back and all I can hear is her voice. All I can see is her face. What am I supposed to do now?”

You reached up, taking one of his hands away from the frame and interlacing your fingers with his. “You remember.”

“Remember..?”

“When people… leave, they’re never really gone. They gifted us with memories to keep, little things to think of that make you smile. Things that they did, words they said, ways they’ve looked.”

Kai blinked slowly. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. His voice wavered as he said: “I remember when she used to wear a lot of red. It was totally her color.”

“She looked good in every color,” you murmured, squeezing his hand with a smile.

He chuckled, but a tear twinkled in the dim light as it streaked down his cheek. He put the picture in his lap and leaned on your shoulder.

“I just miss her. I want to see her again.”

“I know, I know,” you whispered, running a hand through his hair.

He began to quiver as a crying fit overtook him. You pulled him closer, allowing him to fully lean against you with his face buried in the crook of your neck. He gripped the fabric of your clothing with shaking fists.

The picture had fallen to the floor. You looked at it, your eyes finally adjusted enough to the darkness that you could make out Nya’s face. You couldn’t help the tears that pricked at your eyes at the mere sight.

You couldn’t imagine what it would be like if she was your sister. The one you’d been with your whole life. The one who you could always count on to be there, even in darkness. To have someone like that ripped away from you… that would be brutal.

You brought your arms tighter about Kai, rubbing his back comfortingly. “I’ve got you,” you breathed.

Kai sniffled, pulling away. His puffy eyes were filled with emotion again; half anguish, half gratitude, with a sprinkle of that old fire stirring somewhere in the depths.

“I think you’re right. I’m glad she gave me things to remember. Memories. Things that make me smile.”

A sad smirk made its way onto his face. “But that doesn’t mean that I’ll ever stop missing her.”

“You don’t have to,” you said, taking his hand and bringing it to your lips. “You don’t have to.”

He nodded. Wiped the last tears from his eyes. “You know what I just remembered?”

“Hm?”

“She used to make a mean ham sandwich.”

“She did.” Your mouth watered at the mere thought. You don’t know what she did to those things, but there was something magical about the way she’d be able to put so few ingredients together and make an absolutely smacking meal. “Now I want one.”

“Let’s go make some,” Kai suggested, standing up. “It won’t be the same, but… I want to keep talking about her. And I’m hungry.”

You worked together to make the sandwiches. They weren’t anywhere near as scrumptious as hers (despite using the exact same ingredients), but they somehow helped you remember other little things about her.

You grinned at each memory you discussed. There was pain somewhere deep in you, but for now it was overshadowed by your memories. The things she gifted you to make you smile.

Thank you anon for your request!! And thanks for reading, have a good one darlings <3

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[madame-wilsonn]

Take me back to Hawaii

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Request: "Do you want to tell me what happened?" with Lenny Miller - @look-at-the-soul​

Summary: Lenny has a long day at work but you help him feel better.

A/N: yay finally starting to post those celebration requests!! I haven’t written in a while and I feel a bit...rusty but I still hope you enjoy it!! Also, first time writing for my darling Lenny, and I’m very excited! And just so you know, it has no reference to the movie so even without watching it, you can understand! All you need to know is that Lenny is a CIA agent!

Warnings: mentions of injury and a lot of fluff!!

Word count: 1,846 words

Collapsing on his desk chair, Lenny let out a deflated sigh. He passed a hand over his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, the tension from a day of endless meetings visible on his features.

As much as he was passionate about his job, days like this really made him reconsider his career choices. Lenny leaned back, his gaze falling on the small frame on his desk. It was a picture of the both of you in Hawaii. You had gone there to celebrate the New Year, convincing your workaholic husband to take a week off to relax. A subtle grin made its way on his face at the memory.

Lenny reached for his phone, clicking on your name when it appeared on the screen.

After a few seconds, a cheerful voice greeted him, only making his smile grow bigger.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Is everything okay?” you asked, concerned with his feeble tone.

He could have told you. He could have said “no” and explained everything wrong with today. But instead, Lenny sighed.

“Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to hear your voice…” your husband rubbed his eyes, quickly changing the topic of the conversation. “Are you home already?”

“No. Alicia wanted to try this new Italian restaurant so we went with her. She’s been talking about it for at least two weeks and…”

But Lenny wasn’t listening anymore. Coming home to you was the only thing that kept him going ever since his boss told him their last mission was a complete failure. And now, even that was snatched away from him. He knew how childish it was of him. But he longed for a quiet night in with you, watch some stupid show that makes you giggle and hold onto you for a bit.

“Lenny? Honey?”

“Y-yeah, sorry. I…uh, I have to go now but have fun with your friends. I’ll see you when you get home,” he cut the conversation short, trying to hide his disappointment.

Lenny dropped the phone on his desk, closing his eyes. He desperately needed a warm shower and to lay in bed. But he knew he was still far from going home.

A knock on the door made him jump, tearing him away from his reverie. Lenny took a second to pass a hand in his hair, clearing his throat as he allowed his colleague in.

“Boss wants to see us in his office in five minutes.”

“Yep. I’ll be right there.”

The agent nodded before closing the door again. Lenny took a sip from his coffee and checked his watch. It was already half-past six. For what seemed the hundredth time, he sighed, his gaze lingering on your photo. Gosh, what he would do to go back there…

Lenny cut off the car’s contact, staring blankly at the wall. An agent was in the hospital, severely injured. Because of the orders, he had given. His boss said she should be okay but it didn’t remove the guilt of sending one of his colleagues into a trap.

He walked into the building, dragging his feet to the elevator as he checked his phone. He considered calling you for a second but decided not to. You were having some well-deserved fun with your work friends, he wasn’t going to bother you with his own issues. He knew you wouldn’t mind. You’d listen to him for how long it was necessary, probably even propose to come home early. But it wasn’t fair.

Instead, Lenny considered the idea of taking a hot shower and going straight to bed. Maybe treat himself with a glass of whiskey before that.

It would have been the perfect evening a few years ago. Now, coming home to an empty apartment filled him with a dreary sensation.

Grabbing his keys, he opened the door mechanically, still checking his emails. But as soon as he stepped into the hall, Lenny frowned.

The supposedly empty house smelled like spices and a faint jazzy tune could be heard. For a second he wondered if he was so exhausted his brain was making things up. Nobody was home. He knew that.

Maybe he was just asleep. Maybe he was still in his office, resting his eyes after one too many meetings. Maybe his subconscious realized he would not be getting any peace today so he might as well create some.

“Hey, you’re home!” Lenny blinked a few times as you appeared before him, a bright smile on your face. “I was starting to get worried!”

“W-what are you doing here? Didn’t you have dinner with your friends?”

Your husband was completely lost. He was so tired his brain couldn’t function properly. To the point where he wondered if, during a second of inattention, you mentioned coming home early.

“I did but I chose not to go,” you replied simply, helping him out of his coat. “You didn’t sound too good on the phone earlier.”

Lenny sighed a familiar pinch of guilt in his chest. He was thrilled you were home but he also knew the only reason you came back was because of him. Although his night would have been terrible if you were out, at least you would be having fun.

“You didn’t have to do that. I just had a long day, I’ll be fine.”

For a moment, you kept quiet, working on undoing his tie and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. Lenny just observed you, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume as you leaned in.

“Honestly, I really wanted to come home. It’s Friday night and all I want is a quiet night in,” you shrugged simply. “Besides, I wasn’t going to miss a perfect evening with you to listen to Alicia complain about that ex of hers.”

A light chuckle escaped Lenny’s lips as he followed you to the kitchen.

“But I have to say, all that talk about the Italian restaurant really made me crave some pizza,” you pointed towards the oven to show the meal you had prepared. “Even had the time to make the dough myself!”

Your obvious cheerfulness seemed to rub off on your husband who managed to tease you. “As long as it doesn’t end like the french fries!”

You gasped dramatically “It was just one time! And I was distracted, you know that!”

Lenny hummed, raising his eyebrows. You shook your head as you realized he was making fun of you and threw a towel at him.

“Out of my kitchen! Now!” you ordered but you couldn’t help the grin on your face. Your husband lifted his hands in surrender, walking over to you.

“Alright, that was mean. I’m sure your pizza is going to be delicious,” he rubbed his thumb over your cheek where he noticed some flour. ”Even better than the one we ate in Venice.”

He finished his sentence by lightly dropping his lips on the tip of your nose.

“Do I have some time to take a quick shower before we eat, chef?”

You nodded, checking on the slightly golden crust. He left the room while you grabbed glasses and plates to set the table.

By the time Lenny came back, you were getting the pizzas out of the oven, humming along with the record player.

You had a lovely dinner. Much better than if you had gone out, that you were sure of. Lenny was quiet. He asked you to tell him about your day, about anything. Just to hear you talk.

It was an unusual habit he had. He was never the chatty kind but after long days, he got somehow even more still. The only thing he found to lift his spirit was to listen to you. He adored watching you get lost in explanations, and make the most bizarre facial expressions while moving your hands around. It always made him smile, no matter how drained he felt.

After your husband took the time to praise your culinary skills, you were ready to start cleaning everything up. But Lenny’s hand stopped you from moving.

“Do you mind leaving this until tomorrow? We can go watch that show of yours you like so much.”

You were about to remind him he hated it but you changed your mind. Maybe it was the way he squeezed your hand, almost desperately. Or maybe it was the pleading look in his eyes. You realized today had probably been much more than just a “long day at work” and at this moment, he needed you.

As soon as his back hit the soft mattress, Lenny closed his eyes, allowing his tensed muscles to relax. He was aware the show had started when he heard the now familiar voices.

It didn’t take him more than a second to wrap an arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. Your hand found his soft, raven locks as you fell into a comfortable silence.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" you whispered. You knew your husband well enough to ask him about an issue rather than wait for him to come to you. He didn’t have to talk about it but you always made sure to allow him to vent if needed.

You felt his warm breath against the skin of your neck as he tightened his hold on your body.

“The last mission I organized failed. And an agent was injured,” he blurted out after a moment of quiet. “She should get by fine but…I’m still responsible. I rushed into it and didn’t plan well enough.”

“I don’t think that’s fair, darling. That agent trusted you and she followed your orders because she knew it was the best solution at the time. If she had noticed something wrong, she probably would have mentioned it to you. And the same goes for all your other colleagues. You did what you had to do with the information in your possession,” you spoke softly, trying to find the right words to comfort him. “And you have a dangerous job, there are always risks. Maybe if you hadn’t been in charge, the damage could have been worse.”

Lenny hummed, letting your words sink in. Although he couldn’t help the guilt, the feeling seemed to ease a little after pondering on what you said.

“I just…I think I’m tired,” he added hesitantly. “I have been working too much and I can’t anymore.”

You gazed at him, surprised. He was never one to admit his limits. He enjoyed feeling like he was invincible like nothing could stop him. It only made his statement even more serious. Your heart clenched in your chest as you realized the amount of pressure he must have been under.

“Take a break if you need it, it’s okay,” you assure him after kissing his forehead.

You felt him nod against you, nuzzling closer. The only sounds in the room were the various characters bickering on the television along with your rhythmic breathing. After a few minutes, you were convinced Lenny had fallen asleep but you heard him mumble:

“What do you think about going to Hawaii?”

#mar tag ♡ #friends #lenny miller #lenny miller x reader #anna (2019) #anna's grand ball #500 followers celebration #anna’s fics

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Symbiote (Lucifer Morningstar) (CH 17)

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x  Symbiote!Reader (Gender Neutral) Words: 5.7k+ Warning(s): alcohol/drunkness A/N: HEY EVERYONE New chapter. What's up? How are yall?I am very sorry for the year long wait. Grad School has been rough on me and I had little to no motivation for fanfic/reader insert writing.I also lost motivation for this story because I wrote this before it was revealed to Chloe Lucifer is actually Lucifer so I have really deviate from some of the plot bc i do not remember Cain's season other than him and Lucifer playimg pretend husbands lmaoI also finally got the description done for this story. Yay!I hope you all enjoy, this is nearly 6k words and full of just fluff and fun :)

taglist at the end

Symbiote Masterlist

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Gene sat on the floor of a decrepit, foreclosed home he was squatting in, back against the wall and a bottle of wine he stole from the Pacheco house. He tilted his head back and took a long swig from the bottle, his glassy eyes never leaving the wall in front of him. His plan was nearly perfect. He didn't even think about (Y/N) and Lucifer not technically being police, he was just too excited to take them both down a notch.

His eyes trail over the wall, looking at the various candid pictures he had of the new inhuman duo. His upper lip curled slightly at (Y/N)'s face in particular. The thief who stole his symbiote. The symbiote who would of granted the extra power to him so he could carry out his plan of killing the wicked and the sinners. That was his alien, not theirs. He took another drink of the wine, wincing as it was getting close to empty.

"I'll kill you. Then that alien will fulfil its purpose." He rasped, sitting up from his spot and walking closer to the wall. His eyes were trained on a photo of Lucifer and (Y/N). "I'll kill you and the Devil, and I'll take what's mine and rid the Earth of the ultimate sin. Just you wait."

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Loud knocking at your apartment door woke you and Venom up from a deep slumber. You look at the time on your phone and saw it was 7:34am. Still half-awake, you grumble and get out of bed with a grouchy symbiote shouting in your mind. You had a scowl on your face as you approached your front door. You gripped the doorknob tightly and nearly ripped the door off its hinges, ready to tear a new one into-

"Eddie?" Your eyes widened at the slightly-disheveled man. He dropped his bag and immediately wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands rested on the back of your head. "What the- Why the hell are you here?"

"EDDIE!" Venom shouted at made himself appear to wrap around the both of you.

"Well, after you told me Gene broke into your place and you were shot I was already thinking of seeing what trouble you are already getting into. And then with what happened with Gene yesterday, I had to visit you." He sighed and tried pulling away, but Venom's gooey-self kept clinging onto your friend. "Yeah, yeah. It's good to see you too buddy."

"Let the man come inside." You laughed as the alien grumbled and returned back into your body. Eddie grinned and shook his head. He leaned down and picked up his back before coming inside.

"Nice place you got."

"Thanks, it's comfy. Have you eaten at all? We don't have much but I can order us something. We just woke up." You yawned and watched as your friend set his bag by the couch before turning to you.

"I can tell you just woke up, you have that 'I just woke-up and I haven't had any sustenance' look to you."

"Screw you." You laughed and Eddie chuckled.

"Take me somewhere. I know it hasn't been long but you have to catch me up more on everything. Especially this Lucifer character you've seemingly gotten close with."

"Sure, just let me put on a more presentable look and we can get going." You chose to ignore his last statement, especially with the infliction in his tone. You start moving to your room. "I know a spot or two we can hit for some good breakfast food."

"Oh, mind if I crash here? I could only get three days off and all the hotels around here are booked."

"Sure, I don't mind!" You grinned and get ready. You put together a comfortable outfit for a walk around and did your hair to your liking for a casual day. You felt very, very giddy and you were sure it was a mix of your's and Venom's excitement. As you were about to exit your room after getting ready, you remembered Lucifer. You quickly pulled out your phone and shot him a quick text explaining the situation. Usually he rarely goes into the station before 10 am so you should be fine.

You left your room and Eddie promptly followed you out of your apartment, watching you lock the front door and following you downstairs.

"I take it you didn't rent a car?" You asked.

"Nope. This was kind of a last minute decision to see you." He let out an airy laugh.

"I see. You missed me that much?" You gave him a cheeky grin.

"Duh. And I had to make sure to keep you in line. You said you wanted a more normal life yet you've been shot already here."

"Trouble follows me, Eds. You know this. It follows you too."

"Fair. Still, I worry about you... And I wanted a mini-vacation for a few days." You both share a laugh. You walked through the somewhat bustling streets, leading you both to a diner nearby your place with decent breakfast foods. You both entered and only had to wait a few minutes to be seated in a booth in the right corner despite the crowded and busy atmosphere.

Your eyes scanned the menu, with Venom demanding you get him a country fried stake and a cinnamon roll.

"You pest." You hiss at his demands, causing Eddie to laugh and watch as you seemingly talk to yourself. "I'll get you the damn cinnamon roll stop shouting at me."

"I'll pay for it, (Y/N). Don't worry about it, get him his meal."

"It's not a concern about money, it's his attitude." You practically growl as you hear Venom cackle. The waitress came over and greeted you and Eddie with a warm smile. She wrote down your orders, eyeing you but not saying anything at your double order. She walked away and Eddie leaned forward with an inquisitive look on his face.

"So, Lucifer Morningstar..." He started.

"Yeah, what about my boss?"

"What is he like? He looks very handsome." He waggled his eyebrows with a playful smirk. He props up his head with his hand under his chin, face returning back to a relaxed look. "He is Lucifer after all. Is he as dark as people believe? Or..."

"No. He is actually a decent guy with all things considered." You paused for a moment to gather your thoughts about your friend. "Lucifer is a bit of a pompous dick when you first meet him...but as I've spent some time with him I can tell he is good, even if he doesn't admit it. He is caring in his own ways."

"I'm glad then. If he was any sort of asshole to you I would have to kick his ass." Eddie said with a cheeky grin.

"I'd like to see you try." You laughed and stared out the window.

"Do you have a crush?" You immediately snapped back at Eddie with a bewildered expression.

"What? No. He is nice to me and we get along well, but I do not have a crush on him."

"LIAR." Venom popped out and popped right back in just to speak outloud.

"Just for that, Venom, I am blasting My Heart Will Go On on repeat for you, even if it physically and mentally hurts me too." You seethed glancing down at yourself before putting your full attention back on your friend. Venom, at first, didn't believe you but in mere seconds he was already begging for you not to.

"Hey, you can tell me anything." Eddie teased. "Your secret crush will be safe with me."

"Eds. I didn't have the best luck with partners before everything happened at Life Foundation. And dating seems almost impossible now with an alien in my body." Your volume lowering as you spoke that last part.

"Maybe Lucifer is into Venom too."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"You never know!"

"And I don't plan to because I don't have romantic feelings for him."

Eddie opened his mouth to say more but you saw a different waitress approaching with the food and drinks you ordered.

"Sorry about the wait. We are down some people and it's busy." She gave a bashful smile and started setting down plates and cups. Looking at her face she seemed familiar but you couldn't quite figure out where you have seen her before. Her hair was dark and wavy, pulled back in a low ponytail with a few strands framing her face. Her eyes were brown and full of warmth. Freckles adorned her face and when she smiled you noticed subtle dimples.

"No worries." Eddie smiled back.

"I'll be right out with the country fried stake and the cinnamon roll." She turned away from the table but then promptly faced you two again. "Oh, I'm Tiffany by the way! Marci, your other server, went on break so I'll be taking care of you." She quickly left and headed back into the kitchen.

"You have a look on your face, what is it?" Eddie asked, mouth already full of hashbrowns.

"She just seemed familiar is all." Your brows furrowed as you tried to figure out where you've seen her before. You shrug and decide to dig into your food. "Oh, Lucifer-"

"What about me?" You nearly choked as the Devil himself slid into the booth next to Eddie, who also looked equally as shocked as you. "Took me two restaurants to find you both."

"Why are you-" You started to ask but were interrupted with your waitresses return.

"And here's the country fried s- Oh! It's you!" She looked at Lucifer with wide eyes as she set the plates in front of him. She almost seemed nervous as she pulled out extra cutlery bound in a white napkin from her apron.

"Tiffany." The Devil smirked and leaned back, barely resting himself against Eddie to get a better look at her. "You look well, what a surprise to see you here."

"Y-yeah. After the whole convience store robbery fiasco I looked for a new job and landed here. Uh... how did everything work out?"

'Oh shit, she was the cashier at the convenience store.' You kept your realization to yourself and kept darting your eyes between the two. 'He must of interviewed her after it happened.'

"We did not arrest the monster." You almost missed the way Lucifer's eyes glanced to you while he had a smirk plastered on his face.

Tiffany almost sighed in relief but kept her composure. "I see."

"We did track down that missing customer though." You kicked his shin under the table but he didn't even flinch. He gestured to you and the waitress's eyes followed to your form.

"Hi." You sheepishly smiled. "That's me. Got out through the backdoor before anything happened. Glad to see you're okay."

"You too." She offered a genuine smile, but then squinted. "I don't remember seeing your face, but you seem familiar... Ah, my memory is still a bit fuzzy from that event."

"I can imagine. I heard about it on the news."

There was a ding from the kitchen and a loud voice calling for someone to pick up an order.

"I have to get back to work, sorry for the slightly depressing conversation but it was nice seeing you two again." Tiffany once again gave you both a bright smile and hurried back to work.

"She seemed lovely." Eddie said before shoveling more food into his mouth. Before you could take the plates from Lucifer, the Devil immediately got the fork and knife out from the napkin bundle and started cutting into the steak.

"That was Venoms." You glared and could feel Venoms anger.

"My apologies." Lucifer pushed the plate to you. "Is the cinnamon roll hi-"

"Yes." You cut him off and reach over, moving it to your side. "We weren't expecting you to join us."

Lucifer glaced to Eddie, finally acknowledging his presence. He held out his hand, "Eddie Brock. It is wonderful to finally meet you. I am a big fan of your show with (Y/N)."

"It's nice to meet you too, man. (Y/N) has told me all about you." Eddie grasped his hand with a firm shake.

"They have?" Lucifer turned his head to face you, an eyebrow raised the accentuate his cocky expression. "Hopefully all the sexy bits-"

"Lucifer!" You hissed and kicked him again. He kicked you back and you did it again. The table shook and people were staring but you didn't care. You wanted to get back at him but you were also having fun with it.

"Okay, children, enough." Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes. You both immediately stopped and focused on him, but you couldn't help but get one more kick in. Lucifer squinted his eyes you but decided to not engage.

"Anyways..." Eds started speaking. "It's great to meet you. And I wanted to say thank you for taking care of (Y/N). I'm still very concerned about Gene being loose but so far you've treated them and Venom well from what I have heard." He smiled.

"Well I am glad to have meet the duo. They add excitement to my life." Lucifer looked back to you with a soft smile and you couldn't help but feel heat crawling up the back of your neck. His face went back to his usual expression and he turned to face Eddie. "So tell me all the embarrassing stories about (Y/N) and Venom, and do not hold out on any juicy details. I will know if you lie."

You kicked him again. -----------

After breakfast you gave Eddie the key to your place while you and Lucifer went to the station. Thankfully there wasn't much to do for you both and any calls that you went on with Chloe were easy enough to figure out and deal with. There was nothing new with Gene, but that was to be expected after the stunt he pulled. He often went dormant for a few days and sometimes up to a week or so before striking again.

Dan had been warming up to you and slowly let go of his past apprehension. You spent your lunch chatting with him, much to Lucifer's disdain, and enjoyed the conversation. You thought it was cute the way he talked about his daughter and how much he adored her.

Mazikeen stopped by to drop off her bounty target. When she spotted you and Lucifer at Chloe's desk she smirked and approached you both, but kept her attention on you. She pulled you along to the vending machine and told you she admired the your's and Venom's 'work' with the convience store robbers and the muggers you both delt with, stating "the violence of it reminded her of hell." She let you get back to Decker's desk after giving you her number if you ever wanted to 'let off steam.' You weren't sure what context she meant but you were happy to seemingly have her as a friend.

Lucifer proposed he take you and Eddie to Lux for the evening. Although you were a little apprehensive, with the noise levels and with running into Amenadiel again, you agreed.

It was the end of the day at the station. As you stood at Chloe's desk, you began texting Eddie the plan Lucifer suggested while he was away bugging Dan. You also let him know that you and Lucifer were picking up something to eat beforehand.

"Stop looking over my shoulder at my phone, Lucifer." You huff, pressing send on the message.

"How could you tell I was there?"

"Heightened senses thanks to Venom, remember?"

"Right." Lucifer chuckled and then leaned forward, his head now right beside yours with his chin on your shoulder. "What is my contact?"

"W-what?"

"What is my contact information in your phone? Eddie's has a blue heart next to his and what looked like a candid funny picture of him. I want to know what mine looks like."

"Uh it looks like this?" You quickly found his contact in your phone as you had his saved as a favorite and showed him. It was just his full name with no icon.

"Boring!" He quickly reached from behind you and snatched your phone away, barely missing his arm as you tried to stop him.

"Hey-!" You tried to reach for it but he used his height to keep you from getting it. You glanced around and cursed under your breath at the sight of all the people at the station, who were watching you both in confusion and amusement. If there weren't so many people you would have used Venom for help.

"You will get your phone back hold on." He turned his back to you as he started typing. You watched as he then raised the phone like he was taking a selfie but you couldn't quite see the screen. He messed around again before turning back to you, handing your phone, which he locked.

You snatched your phone back and put in the code to unlock it. You let out a loud laugh before clamping your free hand over your mouth. His contact name now read as:

'Luci 😈❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💋'

It wasn't just the name that made you laugh, it was his icon. You now had a selfie of him winking with his lips puckered for a kiss. You took a few moments to calm yourself at the ridiculousness of his selfie and the name, missing the way Lucifer was staring at you with fondness in his eyes. When you looked back him he immediate regained his usual cocky composure.

"What is mine on your phone?"

"I am so glad you asked." Lucifer pulled out his cellphone, unlocked it, and pulled up your contact before handing you his phone.

Your contact name on his phone was yours and Venom's names, followed by the alien emoji and the black and white hearts. The picture had you furrow your brows. It looked like a candid shot of you at the beach where Lucifer showed you his wings. When did he...

"I am still thinking of a better name for you both. I almost wanted to put Elliot and E.T. but I felt it was too on the nose."

"Let me know when you change it then. I am sure that creative brain of yours will think of something." You handed him his phone back and quickly checked yours. "Let's go get food. Eddie says he is down for some drinks at Lux."

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Skipping the long line into Lux thanks to Lucifer, you two were lead by the Devil through the packed nightclub. The music was loud and a bit bothersome, but managable. You noticed your best friend looking back at you worriedly as you both moved past people, but you reassured him with asmile and thumbs up. The three of you successfully made it to the familiar booth Lucifer had reserved for himself. You slid in after Eddie and Lucifer followed suit, you now sat between the two while there was still some distance betwen you all. Luci slid the various menus to you both and leaned back into the seat.

"Feel free to order whatever you guys want." The fallen angel waved his hand towards the menus with a smirk. "Perks of being the owner after all. We have top of the line whiskeys, brandys, tequilas... you name it. And don't drink too much again, (Y/N), we do not need a repeat of last time."

"Last time?" Eddie raised a brow and looked between you both.

"I am not surprised they didn't tell you." Lucifer delved into the story of your drunken state. You huffed in embarrassment and grabbed one of the drink menus, knowing you wouldn't be able to stop Lucifer. You scanned over the different drinks and opted to a drink you enjoyed and were familar with.

You slid the menu back to Eddie as Lucifer finished the story.

"Ready?" The nightclub owner asked and you both nodded. Lucifer raised his hand and gestured over a waitress. She wore a small, dark red crop-top, high waisted black shorts, and a fancy pair of heels. Her eyes adorned a smokey makeup look and her lips were a bright red. She was stunning, even in the lowlit club.

"Lucifer, it's always a pleasure to serve you." She gave him a wink and a sultry look, her hand resting on his shoulder. "What can I do for you?"

"A glass of the Redbreast whiskey for me." He then gestured to you and Eddie as she put the order in on her tablet

"Uh... I think I'll try the Newbarns Oat Lager." Eddie smiled and the waitress simply nodded while she entering his drink order. Her gaze lingered back to Lucifer before she looked at you.

You gave her the name of the drink, which she put down, before resuming her full attention on the fallen angel. You weren't sure what you were feeling but you knew you felt a little uncomfortable with how she interacted him.

"JEALOUS~"

"Shut it." You hissed under your breath.

"Will that be all, sir?"

"Yes, and everything will be on my tab tonight." Lucifer replied.

"Of course. Those drinks will be out soon." She winked and sauntered off.

"So, Eddie, what do you think of Lux?"

"It's cool. I am more of a dive bar kind of guy these days, but I appreciate the club scene." Eddie grinned then looked to you. "How are you and V feeling?"

"Everything is manageable Eds. The music isn't loud enough to cause actual pain." You, once again, gave him a smile to reassure his worries.

The waitress came back with the drinks on her tray. She smiled and placed Lucifer's whiskey down first. She then placed your's and Eddie's down while leaning over, close to Lucifer. You supressed the urge to roll your eyes but then did so anyways when you hear Venom cackling. After setting the drinks down she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Let me know if you and your guests want anything else, Mr. Morningstar."

She walked away, letting her hand linger for a moment before walking away. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and took a quick look at the notification; Eddie had texted you.

'Someone jealous? ;)' It read. You looked at him with a deadpan expression and quickly texted a no. 'I saw you roll your eyes.'

'Because Venom is being a nuisance in my head. Drop it.' You replied and put your phone away, you saw Eddie did as well.

Conversation between the three of you carried on naturally, as if you had been a friend group for years. You knew the two social butterflies would have no issues conversing and it made you happy your two friends got along so well. You made sure to input Venom's contributions as well for him.

After several drinks, you and Eddie were buzzed while Lucifer appeared to be unaffected. But you all were enjoying the night in each others company. What could go wrong?

"Lucifer!" A familiar voice boomed and you instantly sobered up at the sight of Amenadiel. You groaned, tilting your head back as you let yourself fall to the side and rested against who you thought was Eddie. Except after breathing in, you smelt Lucifer's distinct cologne and realized your head and shoulder were against his arm. You move to get off him but you felt his hand grasp yours under the table, halting your movements.

"Amenadiel, brother, what brings you here?" Lucifer cocked his head to the side.

"I see you still have them around." He jutted his head at your direction and you scoffed.

"We really need to stop meeting in Lux like this, Amenadiel." You huff and tried to move again, but the squeeze of Lucifer's hand stopped you again.

"Join us for drinks, Amenadiel. Or just to simply get to know my friends."

"...Fine." You were surprised at his agreement. Lucifer finally let your hand go and you sat up straight, scooting over a bit so the Devil could move over as well. Amenadiel sat down rather stiffly, his back straight and his shoulder back.

"I am honestly surprised you are joining us. Do you want a drink?" Lucifer asked eyebrows raised in surprise as his sipped his drink.

"No, I do not want a drink." Amenadiel sighed and looked to you. "I have heard you protected Lucifer in this club while in the presenceof Chloe."

"Yep, took a bullet for him right over there." You pointed across the club, barely able to see the table Chloe and the others were at through all the people. "Did my blood stain your floors Lucifer?"

"Hardly." Lucifer chuckled.

"I just wanted to say thank you for protecting him like that. He and I may have our differences but I do still care for him." You supressed your laugh when Lucifer turned his head towards you to silently fake gag. "I also apologize for my rude behavior beforehand. My confusion around your...friend inside of you-" Lucifer and Eddie cut him off with loud laughs, which the angel promptly shut them up with a pointed look. "-had me act poorly."

"Thanks, Amenadiel. I appreciate the apology." You said a little slowly, wrapping your head around the situation.

"Glad you do because I don't think I could kick his ass for you, he is built strong." Eddie leaned close to whisper slurred words in your ear but didn't realize he wasn't whispering at all, making you wince. You raised a brow at him and noticed his grin and his glazed eyes, and then noticed his now empty glass of his 5th drink? You weren't sure how many he had at this point but you could tell he was drunk now.

"That is great and all, but who are you and what have you done to my brother? The Amenadiel I know would not apologize." Lucifer leaned in close.

Amenadiel rolled his eyes. "I have been doing a lot of thinking-"

"Unlikely."

"Lucifer." Amenadiel glared at him. "I have been doing a lot of thinking and have been trying to figure myself out. Trying to figure out who I am and who I am meant to be. Last night, I thought about the things I have said and done since you came to Earth, and I feel like I must make things right here. I felt that one of those things is an apology to (Y/N)."

Lucifer leaned back in the seat and squinted at his brother, but said nothing. You felt your phone buzz once again and quickly look under the table.

'That wasza lot of deep sht fo me to hear bestieeeeee' Eddie's text read.

'Did you really just call me bestie lmao?'

'Its what the peoples are calling eachother thesde3 daya.'

You sigh and try not to laugh, putting your phone away. You look back at Luci and his brother, conversing in a serious matter then back to your inebriated friend.

"Are you going to finish that?" He pointed to your third unfinished drink, which had a little more than half in the glass.

"Yes, Eddie." You move the glass out of reach and finish off the rest of the beverage.

"Yeah! That's my bestie!" Eddie whooped and cheered, bringing the attention back on you both.

"Didn't we agree you would not get drunk?" Lucifer tuts, taking the glass from your hand.

"Yes, but Eddie is wasted and has a bad habit of finishing off my drinks when I'm not looking."

"Am not and do not." He pouts.

"I'll be fine. The last drink had little to no alcohol content in it, and that will be my last drink for tonight."

"Alright, but I swear to my father if you both are too drunk to handle-"

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Maybe downing that last drink all in one go like that wasn't the brightest idea, but at least you could walk, talk, and think straight unlike Eddie, who Amenadiel was carrying like a bride back to your apartment. There came a point were Eddie felt like he was falling asleep and you felt like the club was too warm, too loud, and too crowded. So you decided it was time you two left for the night. Given that you, Eddie, and Venom were under the influence the angelic duo decided to get you both safely home.

The cool night air felt nice on your face and thankfully the sidewalks were mostly clear. You walked along side Lucifer on his left, while Amenadiel holding Eddie were to his right. You were humming some random song you heard in the club while Luci and Amenadiel teased each other.

Focusing a little too much on their jokes and not on walking, you stumbled over your own foot. Lucifer quickly wrapped an arm around you to stop you from falling (which you already stopped yourself from doing), causing the three of you to stop walking, and he let out a 'tch.'

"Relax, I just stumbled a bit I wasn't going to fall." You roll your eyes push away from him. "Honestly, I am fine. Yeah I am drunk but I am not like Eddie."

"Shut up!" You heard him yell at the sound of his name. You glanced over and saw that he had raised his head to shout then drop it against Amenadiel's shoulder, who didn't look all too amused.

"Still..." Lucifer seemed at a loss for words for a moment. He shoved his hand suitjacket's pocket and bent out his elbow. You stared at him and he rolled his eyes. "Hold onto my arm so you keep your balance. You've been swaying since we crossed the last crosswalk."

"Have not..." You grumbled to yourself but tentatively wrapped your arm around his. You three started walking again. You yawned and started thinking back to the club and how Lucifer kept you from moving off him. You wanted to ask him right there and then, but figured it would be best to save that conversation for when Eddie and Amenadiel weren't present. Instead, you hummed one your favorite songs and let Lucifer help you walk home. Another yawn passed by your lips and you couldn't help but lean your head against his arm again.

Lucifer kept his face neutral and resisted the temptation to stare at you as thee Eddie Brock and his brother were right next to him. He couldn't ignore the heat blooming in his cheeks and ears, but he could ignore you as you climged to him (he really couldn't) and that seemed like his best option. He heard his brother clear his throat next to him, catching his attention.

Amenadiel, not speaking, gave him a downward smile with his dark brows raised as he glanced to you and back to Lucifer.

Lucifer, also not speaking, looked at him with furrowed brows and his nose scrunched up.

Amenadiel, still silent, had a knowing look and nodded his head with a small grin before looking forwards.

Lucifer, also still silent, rolled his eyes and put his attention forward as well, stealing small glances at you.

You all arrive at your apartment in no time. You let go of Lucifer's arm when you and your little group reached your door and unlocked it successfully. You opened the door and allowed Amenadiel in first so he can get Eddie out of his arms. Lucifer followed in after him and you came in last to close the door.

"Just lay him on the couch. I can take care of him from here." You sigh and set your keys down. "Thank you guys for helping, you really didn't have to."

"It wasn't a problem." Amenadiel gave you a genuine, small smile after he placed Eddie on the couch. "Let me give you my number in case you ever need help or a break from him." He gestured to his brother.

"Oh uh, sure." You get your phone out and start putting in your pass code, missing the cheeky grin Amenadiel gave to a scowling Devil. When you looked back up to hand the angel your phone, both had neutral expressions. Weird. Amenadiel typed in his number and then sent himself a text from your phone.

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak but Eddie making noises cut him off. The three of you look and see him struggling to take his shoes off. You roll your eyes and sigh.

"You guys should get going. I'm going to help him get his shoes off and then probably crash in my bed. Thank you again."

"Of course, darling. It was nothing. See you tomorrow." Lucifer smiled and placed a hand on Amenadiel's shoulder before they teleported away. You blink and then locked your door before turning to Eddie with your hands on your hips.

"What am I to do with you Eds?"

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Arriving back at his penthouse with his brother in tow, Lucifer immediately went to his bar. He poured himself a glass of brandy. Taking a sip, his eyes bore into his brother's figure, his finger tapping the glass.

"Were you trying to make a move on (Y/N)?" He asked in an unusually serious tone.

"No, Luci. I was just trying to get on your nerves." Amenadiel chuckled and sat across from his brother in one of the barstools. "Glad to see it worked."

"It did not." The Devil annunciated his words and took another sip. "Well? Is there anything you need since you are still lingering around?"

"Lucifer..." Amenadiel's face shifted to a serious expression. "You have been away from hell-"

"I do not need this talk again."

"No. Listen." The angel ordered. "One of your demons went rogue and is Los Angeles."

"What?" Lucifer faltered. "When? How do you know?"

Before Amenadiel could reply the elevator door dinged and Mazikeen walked in.

"Did he tell you?" She had a wild look on her face and the two noticed one of her demon blades in her hand. "Zezroth is in LA. I don't know how but I bumped into him while looking for a bounty and I could just tell."

"I then ran into her right before I went to Lux." Amenadiel confirmed. "I didn't bring it up because I didn't know how much (Y/N)'s friend knew."

"Zezroth is the worst." Mazikeen seethed. "He never liked me. He always talked shit about Lucifer and not in the friend and brother kind of way."

"This is just great. On top of violent serial killer coming after (Y/N) and I, Zezroth is also here doing Father knows what." Lucifer groaned and poured himself another drink. He just hoped it was a demon wanting a joy ride in the human world and not anything serious.

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[munsonsreputation]

congrats on 500 followers, Kay! i hope you keep writing and growing and receiving lots and lots of love! i'm gonna ask for a (#2) prompt 📄, pretty please! "of course i want to kiss you" with Jonathan! ♡♡

hey lui!!!!

i loved this request and this is my first ever imagine with jonathan so yay!!!! i hope i did your request justice and you enjoy reading it!!

thank you so much for helping me celebrate 500 followers!! it means the world to me!! 💘✨

“Your brother is quite the artist isn’t he?” You smiled widely while admiring the artwork that hung on the fridge, full of color and life that only a kid as talented as Will Byers could create.

Jonathan huffed out a short laugh, nodding his head as he came up beside you to look at the drawings that covered the appliance.

“Mom and I bought him that 72 pack of crayons for Christmas and he hasn’t stopped.” He told said as you turned to face him, a smile on your face.

“Your family is quite into the arts. Will draws. You take photos. El likes to write poetry. Your mom like to dance…or at least tries to. And Hop…”

You and Jonathan stared at each other for a second before bursting out in laughter. Your forehead bumping into his chest as you two stood there laughing. His hands lingering over the small of your back, hoping to not get away from you so easily.

He started, stumbling a bit as his thoughts flowed, “He uhh…he likes to…Hop?”

You giggled even more at that, leaning your body towards him and not daring to move away, as you could feel his hand press deeper into your back, holding you.

“That’s horrible! You’ve turned him into an Easter bunny!” You chortled, wrapping your arms around his neck, staring at him full of joy and humor.

Both of his hands wrapped around your body, and he was hoping that you couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest at the closeness for the first time like this alone.

“Y’know what, he actually likes to sing…we all pretend to hate it, but he’s actually pretty good.” He informed you, making you smile up at him.

He looked so pretty. His eyes sparkling and the toothy grin that he reserved for only you. For some time, you thought all you had it all wrong, that he was just a boy you had to admire from a mile away, but little did you know he liked you just as much. For years, actually, and you both had done such a horrible job at hiding your feelings. It was crazy to everyone that it took this long for you to finally see it through.

“You’re staring.” Jonathan whispered, fingertips tapping against your skin, the feeling so simple yet everything to you.

You blinked quickly, shaking your head, “S-sorry.” you mumbled, while you painted an embarrassed smile on your face that Jonathan found endearing.

“No, it’s ok! You look so pretty staring, I couldn’t help it.” He assured you, one of his hands abruptly stopping its tapping and coming around to your face, brushing the stay pieces away.

For a while you and Jonathan had been playing cat and mouse ever since you two had known of the reciprocated feelings. You’d have him blushing as you brushed past him the halls, giving him a cheeky smile. He’d have you stumbling over your presentation, as you caught his eyes in history, mouthing “smart girl,” as you explained the stupid philosopher you were talking about.

But that was cat and mouse in front of everyone.

Now you two were finally alone.

No friends around to pester or whistle flirtatiously.

Just you and him.

“D-Do you wanna finally kiss?” You peeped softly, voice pitched up higher due to your impending nervousness.

His palm finally rested against your cheek, feeling the rushing blood under your skin, “Of course I want to kiss you.”

Your breath hitched, a relaxed smile coming onto your face now, as you and Jonathan took a moment to bask it in. The afternoon glow shimmering in from the kitchen window and the soft noise from the television that you two were watching minutes ago before you had wandered here.

Just a few more seconds of longing staring before he finally made the first move. Closing his eyes as he leaned in slowly, and your lashes fluttered with your lids as you followed suit. When your lips connect, a spark ignited between the two of you. So strong yet gentle, lips moving easily against one against as you tiptoed to get more of him.

With the two of you too caught up in lip locking, you hadn’t heard the front door open. Hopper and Joyce strolling in with their other two children who they had taken out for ice cream after the school day.

Will and El groaned, listening to their dad trailing behind him with their giggly mom as he sang, “I just want your extra time and your…”

The front door shut, and Joyce made kissy noises, filling the space of the song that had just been playing on the radio seconds ago.

Hopper pretended to play electric guitar, following the kids to the kitchen to further annoy them, “Kiss!”

Walking in on the right time, they gasped, while you and Jonathan pulled away, but not leaving each other’s arms.

“Uh…h-hi?” You squeaked, undoing your hands from his neck and twiddling your fingers at his family.

Joyce looked overjoyed, smiling widely as she waved at you, and giving Jonathan a thumbs up. Hopper looked to be just as happy, but a little more smug, with a knowing smile on his face. Then on time, of course, like the long-lost twins that Will and El were they spoke.

“Steve and Robin owe us fifty bucks!” They exclaimed, hooking arms as they ran to the phone and dialed the numbers of your friends.

You stiffed your laughter, as Jonathan squeezed your waist apologetically, “We—we’re gonna go now?” He said, taking your hand and dragging you out of the kitchen.

“Have fun, but not too much fun!” Joyce hollered, watching as you and Jonathan rushed out the front door and into his car.

You buckled in, waving bye to his little siblings who watched from the window with the telephone glued to their ears. He turned to you, starting the engine with a grin on his face, “I know a place where my family won’t impede on our lip locking.”

You giggled, leaning forward to kiss his lips before patting his cheek. “So where are we going?”

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[shkatzchen]

Hôtel de Charost 39 Rue de Faubourg Saint Honore, Paris

This is probably the most complicated build I've ever done, but I enjoyed every minute of it. I tried to design the Hotel de Charost as it would have been in 1814 or so. I did my best with what historical materials I could find, but while I learned a lot about the history, there wasn't much description of the interiors beyond the titles of the rooms and some contemporaneous blueprints. As such I took many, many liberties with the decor, basing some of it on similar rooms in other Hotels and some on the modern room designs where the rooms had similar functions.

I had to turn the roof texture into a wall texture in order to fake the roof line while still getting full height rooms with proper windows. I also spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to resize the arches to have the height to go from the bottom of the foundation to the start of the second level. But the hardest project was creating the pediments. Even starting from someone else's base, I had to try multiple times to get the right size, and even more when working on adding decorations to it.

The second floor, with the bedrooms, library, billiard room, and salons.

I always love building libraries. This room is a library no longer, it's actually been moved to the front side of the house into a smaller space.

The Salon Bleu ou Chambre a coucher. Yay for other people who create things. This whole project wouldn't have been possible if not for those who love and share their Empire, Georgian, and Regency works.

The Stable Block in one of the pavilions. Sims coming out with horses soon is super exciting... but also makes my new deco absolutely obsolete in a matter of months. I converted some TS3 objects, and sourced a 3D horse model to make deco horses. I may share them soon.

The Salon Ponceau. I based this on the modern room. There's lots of pictures of people standing just beyond those doors taking photos into the room, which gave me an actual reference. It's possible the color scheme is wrong and these were once in one of the actual blue rooms, since "ponceau" apparently means "poppy-colored."

The Salle a Manger d' Apparat. Thank god someone has bothered to make tables broken into their constituent pieces or this wouldn't exist. The mirrors were also a challenge. The wonderful people who put together the Cottage Garden pack made these but smaller and angled. I needed them to match the size of the windows across from them so straightening them out, sticking them to the wall and matching the window size was a must. They help immensely with the symmetry, not only of this room, but of the ballroom.

The Chambre de Pauline. There's a few modern photos upon which this is based. This is actually the room for which I did the Cashcraft conversions, just because of the canopy. It's not perfect but it was the closest I could find to the real thing.

The Rose Boudoir. A fun, feminine room.

There's a lot of other rooms. The kitchens, the attics. A level of rooms I didn't even have names for, so I got to design them from scratch. It was a lot of fun. It's also why I made the close stool, the Naughtical Necessary, so that I'd finally have a period appropriate toilet to use. If you want to use it too, check back here on Saturday when I share it publicly here!

I hope I get to see the Hotel in person one day. Of course its status as the residence of the British Ambassador to Paris means that I'd only get to see some of the first floor if I was lucky, but a girl can dream.

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[naveries]

bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

02. you shall be found guilty

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cling clang

the rattles of keys were what you woke up to,

“mom?” you questioned groggily, was it time to get ready already? trying to crawl out of dream land. oh how for it to be so easy. shake off the tiredness, we could get more things done.

“shh shh, sorry honey. i just got home now” she had just opened and peaked through the door to check on you. “did i wake you up?” you look over to your clock, 5:00 AM. you could swear it was taunting you or something.

“no its okay, welcome home” you said plastering a smile, you were glad that she was home.

“you didn’t stay up too late did you? i can drop you off if you don’t feel like commuting” she sat down on your bed as you sat up from under your covers.

“no i’m okay, why change my routine just because i don’t feel like it? thats how we get into bad habits right?” you smiled with your eyes closed.

her eyebrows furrow, “oh how lucky am i to have you, so strong-“ she smiles weakly as she tries to hug you, but you flinch back, raising your wrist as a reflex.

she frowns, “sorry sweetie, i forget that- uhm” she laughs awkwardly, “anyways, go back to sleep, ill drop you off in an hour, no arguing!” she says in a sing-song tone. bouncing up and off the bed, marching out of your room.

you heard your mom laughing in the living room while you waited for her, tapping your foot anxiously. if you didn’t leave now then you were gonna be late.

you can hear her talking, something about an event with an old friend? you weren’t sure, but you did know that she wanted you to tag along.

you were smart but not the smartest, you were okay with it in a way, but taking the risky path you were, having average grades wasn’t gonna cut it for you. you needed to be more than enough you thought, the more appeal the better!

impatient, screw it you said. you got up, walked passed your mom, and put on your shoes. getting your mom’s as well.

“we’re gonna be late, if you don’t hurry” you waved your red ribboned headband in the air trying to get her attention as you stood by the door.

she looked up confused, and then she at her watch. her eyes widened as she dropped the phone, practically jumping to the ceiling.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT, YEAH HON LETS GO, QUICK QUICK, RUN START THE CAR” AS SHE TOSSED YOU THE KEYS.

you scurried out to the car. you wouldn’t usually, but you appreciated her antics. it calmed your nerves from your former worries, brightening your mood in a way.

she was trying.

during the car ride your mom noticed how serious your gaze out the window was, concerned, of course she asked “do you wanna let it off your chest? you know you get your quality of observation from me, your looks anyway.”

you laugh a bit before confessing, “its nothing you need to worry about, just the competition” you breathed out heavily

you were distracted, not about the competition but about the song. it wasn’t like you, or it wasn’t a song you’d expected composed by lee y/n.

was something missing to the song? you were so focused though, couldn’t be. was it your focus that made it scary? all these possibilities running through your mind yet remembering what was floating in the air.

“are you gonna make it?” you held your breath asking.

“this saturday? of course. what time does it start?” she asked switching between you and the road.

“at 12PM, but try to get there earlier. i want to get photos” you said sighing out. a timid yay cheering in your head

“of course i’ll make-“ cut off from her phone buzzing in the coffee holder.

“y/n-ah, could you answer and hold it up to my ear?” she asked in a rush before the ringing ran out.

you grabbed it, sliding answer, and put it up to her ear.

“hello? lee yeong speaking” you spaced out while she answered, you were trying to think who it was calling so early. her composed turned into a ghast tone.

“at this very moment? i mean unless you want your employees to be paid, not paying hospital bills. she chuckled. she really had inappropriate comedic timing didn’t she.

“alright, alright. on my way! hang up y/n” she glanced over to you for a second.

you lowered your arm, hanging up the call.

“does your arm not hurt? you held it up for a bit” she asked curious.

“no, not really. probably because i carry around the instruments half of the day sometimes”

“so you’d say you have a thing for athleticism?” she inquired. your eyebrows furrowed, where was she even taking this?

“i guess? what does that have to do with-“

“could you run to school? it’s not to far, 2 blocks away. i owe you, im running late for this last minute schedule!”

she rambled on.

you were shocked by the request, you short circuited for a second. “uh- i mean” looking at the time on the car 7:53AM. school starts at 8:00AM.

you paused thinking about it for a second, i guess you could, but you would just have to run really fast.

“yeah sure, ill see you!” waiting for the car to stop at a red light. you quickly made up your mind, not wanting to drag this on longer, unbuckling your seat and rushing out the car door.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT !!!

you nearly trip while fixing your bag, your tie becoming lose, your hair in shambles, your uniform jacket slipping off your shoulders, while trying to keep your guitar from falling off your shoulders. why were guitars so heavy you cursed

you were running so fast you could barely catch your breath, the were only a few students on their way to school and these were your schoolmates who you recognized coming into class late.

so to sum it up? if you didn’t run faster than you already were, you’re sure as hell gonna be late.

you looked down to your watch, if it was still there that is

7:57 AM

you could’ve sworn your watch looked extra smug today.

“jiu, where is she?” souha turned to jiuin worried

jiuin shrugged furrowing her eyebrows weary of you, it wasn’t like you to cut close to being late. it wasn’t like them to arrive before you.

8:02 AM

the doors creaked open, everyone turned to you. you were panting, hair all over the place, your red headband hanging off your shoulder, and clothing in mishaps. your heart was racing.

“oh my goodness, y/n!” souha stood up and ran to you, wide eyes worried about your current state. jiuin searched her bag for a hairbrush, rushing to come to your aid.

you were so tired, you put your hands on your knees coughing. “i-im heeerreee” you said out of breath.

still catching your breath, all you could think of was thank goodness, i made it.

“you’re a mess, what happened to you?!” souha hugged you tight and holding your shoulders frantically checking you. jiuin sneaking up behind souha to hug you as well quickly brushing your hair, and fixing your headband in place.

she exhaled “you’re late you realize that? we were beginning to worry” souha directing you to your seat while jiu fixed your tie. “and we had a reason! look at you. what on earth happened?”

jiu sat you down as she sat down herself in her seat beside you, hand in hand.

“i’m fine, long story-“

“and as interesting as it may be, hopefully it can wait till after class” you were cut-off by your teacher.

you mouthed later to jiuin and souha as class was starting.

[lunch time]

souha went to go find minji since apparently she owed her lunch, telling you to rest and she’ll come back. knowing how busy the halls would get and you’re not a fan of closed/little space.

you were beginning to feel antsy as people from another classrooms began to fill up the space, not knowing why your class in particular was so popular.

you walked out as you felt it was becoming to cramped in there, closing in on you. you weren’t hungry, so you just searched for kyorin and souha.

you passed a few students staring you down, you heard them holding back smug laughs.

“it must’ve felt so humiliating for her”

“she has natural face that makes your blood boil”

“why did she show up to class like that?”

“maybe she was trying out a new style”

“if you look at her she might just have the wrong idea of hipster. you know how people mistaken homeless clothing for hipster?”

“YOU’RE AWFUL!” they all laugh obnoxiously

“what was she thinking for her hair, just curious. tinker bell?”

“pixie cut”

“what was she thinking”

you turned the corner

you closed your eyes holding, clenching your jaw. ignore them your mind demanded. your expression grew more frustrated. this happened everyday, you’d think you’d learn to handle your deck of cards. but it only seemed to make you grow self conscious.

you knew better though than to let them get to you, you have to get better, its all you need. you sighed changing into a disappointed expression, side eyeing the window. while you rubbed your elbow.

way to into your head, you failed to notice the familiar few of the voices from yesterday approaching you.

“sk8ter boi wasn’t too bad during practice, plus we need an english song. why not do that for the competition?“ jaeyun said to munbin as beomgyu walked to the far side of both of them.

“that’s not bad!” munbin gasped, pointing a finger to jaeyun.

but it was then that jaeyun noticed you approaching, munbin was curious as to what jaeyun was staring at, spotting you as well. “oh sick, it’s her!” munbin whispered.

jaeyun winked to munbin as he looked over at beomgyu. since munbin was in the middle, he nudged beomgyu with his shoulder getting his attention. beomgyu glanced to munbin

“what’s up? i was listening i swear, sk8ter boi is-“

“look up” jaeyun said cutting beomgyu off

beomgyu then looked up confused as to why their tone was soft suddenly. he took notice of the familiar figure with headphones as his gaze softens

oh, that’s why. he thought to himself as you made your way down the hallway.

he wanted to say something but even as talkative as he usually is, his tongue was in a knot. he was excited to see you but the type of excited that made his stomach to hurdles.

you were staring at the window til you saw someone looking at you, making eye contact for a split second and looked back outside. not realizing it was him, you passed without any interaction.

he felt disappointed, although he doesn’t think he would’ve known what to say anyway. he then processed your dejected expression, a second after you passed them, affecting his own facial expression.

he looks up to munbin and jaeyun who were already looking at him with identical smug smirks. teasing him no doubt.

he jumped “why are you looking at me like that?” perplexed, he playfully punches munbin’s shoulder

munbin dramatically holds his shoulder “YAH WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME AS IF I’M THE ONLY WHO WAS STARING, IT WAS JAEYUN’S IDEA”

they both look to jaeyun as he proceeds to dramatically hold out his hand as he begins to sing that song from cinderella “so this is loooveee~”

“you better start running” beomgyu deadpanned

jaeyun broke a laugh and quickly ran ahead, beomgyu chased after him leaving munbin behind.

for this scene;

bolded text is y/n pov, slanted text is beomgyu pov

per usual, you were the first to arrive. you felt a bit too self anxious to dance so instead you decided to see what you had done of that song so far.

you decided to go over the chords on souha’s piano instead of guitar, you just needed a new feel of something.

you started.

some times i go blurry eyed

alone, he was making his way up the stairs up to the practice room, the other had gone to grab drinks and snacks.

small talk and you tell me that you’re on fire

he then heard the voice again, and it was more clear this time

lights on and it’s black and white

he looked into that dark room which held the same girl who laminated the room with this yellow-brown-pink hue.

i couldn’t stay forever

your voice sounded so hurt, it tugged at his heart. he was focused on you and your voice.

i get alone sometimes and i miss you again

he was in a dream, it was blurry atmosphere, your voice was ringing in his head.

i’ll be the love of your life inside your head

his bottom lip was dropped

when the night is over

when has real people ever sounded like that before he thought

don’t call me up, i’m already under

he had never heard the song before, but he was sure not make the same mistake letting it pass by. so sure to ask you

“what song is that?”

you looked up in surprise

“sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” he apologized

“no no, i’m sorry, i didn’t notice you were watching” as you scratched

he motioned if he could enter the room. nodding your head, he smiled as he nodded his while timidly landing his first foot inside.

you looked to the side, portable piano in your lap. side eyeing him then turning your head to face him. he sat down in front you.

you were avoiding eye contact because you felt awkward til you decided to look at him and fight it off for now. it was the polite thing to do.

you both look back at each other at the same time, causing you both to quickly avert eyes again.

you didn’t know what to do

he let out a laugh, you face him as he was looking down then faces you.

“anyway, what song was it?” he asked looking down at the piano as were you.

“oh it was a song i made last night, it doesn’t have a name but-“ he cut you off

“you wrote it?” with wide eyes, his head moving slightly closer to the piano. he sounded shocked

“oh- yeah, me. i’m not a professional, i know, but i did try and i think i’ll get better if i continue to do so!” you were beginning to question if they turned off the air conditioning after school because you felt your ears heat up.

you looked him in awe of the piano. he must really like pianos you thought.

“are you crazy?” he chuckled as he looked up at you

“your talent and ability is so incredibly touching y/n!” he said in a smiling tone at you.

“ohhh, thanks” you smiled weakly back

he was so in awe of you, you couldn’t help but strengthen your smile. it was hard to hold back.

he looked away, he felt his ears start to burn up as well.

“by the way, i wanted to ask you something” he suddenly changed the topic.

“hm? what is it?” giving him permission to ask you

“what’s my name?” he faced you seriously

oh no

this won’t be good

“your name?” you asked while looking up to the ceiling.

“y/nnnniee, my name” he said trying to catch your eyes back onto him.

“uh, well you knooow” trying to catch a glimpse of his uniform only for him to cover it.

“no cheating!” he said “y/n my name?”

you were looking everywhere “oh uh you know, you’ve got one, i got one, everyones got a name.” you tried prolonging it.

“YOU’RE STALLING!” he said moving forward

“AM NOT!” you moved forward as well

“YOU DON’T KNOW IT!” he yelled

“I DO! IT’S BANGU!” you yelled back

he fell back breaking out in laughter. you were left in embarrassment, making a tight smile while as you watched him dying of laughter.

he got up wiping his tears, recovering from his giggle fit, he continued “it’s beomgyu y/n!” he said “choi beom gyu”

“oh shut up” you pushed his shoulder back as you laugh it off his head was down still chuckling

“you’re gonna choke from laughing, it’s very possible” you said in a pessimistic tone looking down at his hair

“then you shall be found guilty” he mocked

he had finished laughing, he smiled up at you, while you too found yourself smiling at him

you stayed like that for a bit, looking at each other. it was hard to break the eye contact.

that was until the lights turned on, you both looked to see minji and kyor looking at you two confused.

“what are you two doing in the dark?” minji asked as she approached her guitar.

“oh y/n was showing me a song she wrote” beomgyu replied for you

“in the dark? gazing into each others eyes?” minji teased you both overly emphasizing the way she spoke.

“WE WEREN’T GAZING INTO EACH OTHERS EYES!” you said defensively

“we sort of were though” beomgyu said

“YOU ARE NOT HELPING!” you yelled back to him

the three of them laughed at you.

“this is so embarrassing” you said as you buried your face in your palms

beomgyu was startled by a sudden vibration, his phone vibrated to what you assume was someone from his band.

yeol jin: were outside! could you help us, jiuin’s bag broke since it was heavy so we need extra pairs of hands.

beomgyu: oh sure, on my way!

he put his phone in his bag as he got up. “hey, my bandmates need help carrying snacks up, i’ve got to go” he said as he slunk his bag over his shoulders.

“oh okay, so you’re leaving?” you asked feeling a bit dejected

“yeah, but you guys should stop by if you’d like! knowing them they bought too much stuff anyway. we have big appetites” he said as he walked towards the door.

surprised you were, you said

“oh okay, sure. we’ll think about it-”

“we’ll be there” you were cut off by kyor who, rested her hands on your shoulders as she gave beomgyu a thumbs up

“alright, see you guys later. bye y/n” he waved as he turned and left out the door

“so did we interrupt your date?” minji’s teasing was never ending.

“WE WEREN’T ON A DATE!”

A/N. this was a filler chapter to connect the story lines im sorry, BUT IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE. PLEASE TRUST ME! 😭

thank you for making it this far!

#beomgyu #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #choi beomgyu #choi beomgyu fanfic #choi beomgyu txt #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu fluff #choi beomgyu x you #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together fluff #tomorrow x together fic

[bandefic]

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. So I saw they went to the Madonna concert in Sunday (yay!), which inspired this piece. Now, I don’t think either of them are prudish - they are French after all - I did hear that these concerts are a lot, and he was conspicuously looking anywhere but at the stage in the photo I saw. This is a little spicier than I normally write, but I hope everyone enjoys!

(PS, @ballsonfiree, sending huge hugs and prayers your way.)

"What did you think of the concert, chéri?" She asked, shrugging off her coat at the doorway to their apartment, holding her hand out for his coat, to hang on the his and her hooks just inside the entryway.

"It was fine," he answered simply.

"Fine?" She asked confused, taking his hand as they moved towards the bedroom.

"I don’t know. It was a lot," he blushed as he thought back to some of the more risqué bits. He wasn’t quite sure what exactly he had watched, or more accurately caught in his preifereal vision as he actively avoided staring straight at certain moves.

"It was a lot," she agreed, shuddering at the memory of one of the more graphic mimed movements.

"You’re the only woman I really want to see strip anyway," he shrugged, causing a lightbulb to go off in her mind.

"Is that so?" She knowingly smirked at him.

"You know it is," he replied, brow knit in confusion as to the sudden change in her demeanor. "What’s going on?"

"Come on, don’t you trust me?" she teased mysteriously as she gently shoved him onto the edge of their bed, stepping back slowly when she was satisfied he was seated and not going anywhere.

"More than anything," he swore sincerely, still a little nervous about what she had up that clever sleeve.

"Then, just sit back and enjoy," she instructed, slowly slipping out of one of the sleeves of her blazer, before shrugging out of the other one, letting it fall to the ground.

"What are you doing?" He questioned again, knowing how much that borrowed blazer costs.

"You said I was the only one you wanted to see strip," she explained as she hooked her thumbs in the hem of her t-shirt, quickly pulling it over her head, joining its partner on the floor. "So, I’m fulfilling that particular request," she added as she toed off her shoes, before carefully bending to remove her pants, allowing him an eyeful of her cleavage.

Straightening back up to her full height, she grinned victoriously as she saw his eyes darkened, ready to go in for the kill. "Now, does that also extend to seeing me naked?"

Hi Anon 2! This was such a sexy story! You should continue with the spicy stories because you sure know how to write them! Thank you for sharing this piece. 💕

P.S I also loved that they went to a Madonna concert and the pictures of E looking uncomfortable made me chuckle lol.

#emmanuel macron #brigitte macron #les macrons #france #fanfiction #anon 2 #madonna

[sociallyanxiouscryptid]

Anger Management Part 2

Part 1

I had an ask requesting for this continuation but I don’t know how to link it to that or let that person know or something so I am just going to post as a normal post and hope they see it! 

First off, disclaimer: I am not 100% happy with this and feel like it’s kinda clunky and just not that great, but as I keep saying I am trying to do this for quantity of quality to just play around and practice. Hope its not too much of a disappointment.

I hate having too much in this part and yet always do, but if there is anything inaccurate with the sign language usage please let me know. I don’t know sign language personally yet but I do know about it and have watched and followed a lot of people online. But I am the furthest thing from an expert so education is welcome. 

Anyway, here it is. Oh and previously name Mr Ratman is now Mr Badguy because I hated Ratman and thought I had changed it before posting so yay.

~

Villain woke up in complete warmth and comfort. It would have been easy to sink into it, ignore the day’s plans and just let the weight of the quilt keep him down and drift back to sleep. Except, he couldn’t think of what it was he was ignoring. No plan for the day came to mind. Villain reached for his phone, but the bed stretched on further then it should have. He opened his eyes, found white sheets and a blank wall.

This was not his room.

Villain sat up. He tried sifting through his memories, but his head ached, and frustration twisted in his stomach. Where was he? How was he here? What had happened to-

Supervillain. They stopped him from killing Mr Badguy.

He looked around the plain room, a bed, a dresser, and a small side table. Was he in their hideout?

He was slow to move, limbs heavy and weak. The quilt now felt like it weighed a tonne, but once it was off, he shuffled to the edge of the bed. In the first few moments frustration began morphing into anger. What game was Supervillain playing and why did they decide to play it with him? Why did they stop him? He had worked so hard, spent so long. He finally reached the end of a year long journey only for it to be ripped away from him like everything else.

However, as he moved something else crept in. The room around him was painfully silent, the door too. He expected someone to be alerted when he started moving, someone to be watching him but as he looked around, he found no cameras, nothing to suggest he was being monitored.

Suspicion, anxiety… fear sizzled against his anger, before slowly consuming it as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He was in Supervillain’s hideout, and he was still alive.

Why had Supervillain stopped him? Why did they take him with them? What did they want?

The questions swirled inside him, mixing with the fear and tangling. Oh he fucked up.

A new plan and a new drive fuelled Villain and he stood, bare feet pressing unsteadily onto the wooden floor. He waited, staring at the door. The seconds ticked by, and it remained closed, the world on the other side quiet.

Villain looked around for his shoes, frowned at a glass of water sitting on top of the dresser. His mouth watered at the sight of it, tongue sticking to the roof of his dry mouth. He ignored it, moved to the door. The silence made his ears ring, straining to hear any inkling of sound. But there was nothing, nothing but the sound of his own pounding heart.

“Get over yourself,” he hissed and opened the door.

The hallway was as empty as it sounded, the same wooden floor stretching out into a windowless path. There was no ambush, no menacing figure waiting for him. Instead, Villain felt like he walked out into a gallery.

A bad gallery in fact. Bad was harsh, but Villain had a hard time imagining someone like Supervillain would want any of this. There were photos of varying things, painted canvases, sketched drawings and even some digital art, a lot of it was impressive. But amongst all of that, for some reason, were kids’ drawings. Framed pieces of paper with barely recognisable scribble on them. A few were pictures of actual things clearly done by an older hand, but why did Supervillain have any of this? Was Villain somewhere else?

Villain stood there, staring, unsure of what to make it all when out of nowhere the smell of pancakes hit him. Fresh and hot, mixed with the scent of maple syrup and butter. Villains body felt uncomfortable as an intense hunger piled up with his dry mouth.

He took a step back. Weaponless, defenceless, he should be avoiding people, hiding. Searching for a way out of this unknown place. It had been proven to him that he couldn’t fight Supervillain. The ease to which they had moved compared to his clumsy body, he was simply no match, and anyone working for them would be too.

He needs to get out, and fast.

Villain turned and ran straight into a person. They barely flinched against the impact and Villain recoiled, heart in his mouth.

“Woah there kid,” Supervillain reached out with their spare hand and steadied him. “Didn’t think I’d scare you that bad,” they said.

Villain stepped back, mind scrambling for a plan, an escape, anything. What good would a plan do? He was a brand-new Villain, fresh out of the box and he thought he could somehow out smart Supervillain? This was it, this was the end.

“Hey,” their voice was gentle. Supervillain placed a hand on Villain’s shoulder, and he averted his gave. The hand moved and plucked his chin, raising it till he looked at them.

“I am not going to hurt you.”

It gave no assurance to Villain. This was Supervillain, the infamous Supervillain who had crippled and destroyed many organisations, had killed hundreds of people if not more. Their people were a force to be reckoned with, a force to fear.

Villain averted his gaze. He frowned. He had looked down towards the ground, in the direction of Supervillain’s other hand resting at their side. And in it, he found a spatula.

“Why do you have a spatula?” He asked before really think about it.

He looked up and Supervillain was smiling.

“I’m cooking pancakes, want some?”

Villain wasn’t given the opportunity to answer as Supervillain moved their hand back to his shoulder, wrapping it around both and guided him in his original direction.

“Everyone else has already started eating but Partner figured you’d wake up around this time so I made sure yours would be warm. The last one is just about done now.”

They walked around a corner and to an open door, Villain’s stomach growling louder as the smell intensified. He couldn’t think of the last time he had, had pancakes, let alone ones that smelt this good.

Villain’s eyes widened as they walked into the room. The room was an open kitchen and dining set up with a kitchen island separating the two. It was a nice kitchen with black marble countertops and an oven that would make any home cook jealous. But none of that was nearly as interesting as what Villain found at the dining table.

A woman was at the table, the same one who had helped Supervillain restrain Villain. And on either side of her, were two kids. One of them a baby, maybe a year old, sitting in a highchair with some mashed up food in a bowl and fairly well smeared across their table. On the woman’s other side was a toddler, maybe three years old, absolutely devouring some pancakes and fruit.

“Good morning Villain,” Partner said, “did you drink the water I gave you? Your mouth is going to be very dry.”

As she asked this she was already getting up from the table and moving into the kitchen. Villain opened his mouth but didn’t get to answer before she poured him a glass.

Supervillain had left his side at some point, now somehow over by the stove.

“You should have a drink,” Partner said, as she approached, “it will make you feel better.”

She pushed the glass into his hands. Villain wasn’t sure what else to do, so he brought the glass to his lips. The water was instant relief and reflex took over as he down the whole glass. Partner was right, he did feel better. Still very confused, but a little clearer. A little more stable.

Supervillain flipped a pancake onto a plate, holding it in one hand as they turned the stove off and pushed the pan to the back. It was such a mundane thing, such a normal everyday thing Villain couldn’t believe they were seeing Supervillain participating in it.

Partner took the glass back, without a word, going back to the kitchen to fill it and pick up the plate of pancakes.

“Have a seat,” she said, placing both items on the table.

Villain didn’t move.

Partner just smiled softly and walked back around to her side, sitting down between the two children again. The toddler looked up at Partner and tugged on her sleeve, grabbing Partner’s attention. When she had it, she held up her hand and made a motion with her right hand that took Villain a second to realise was sign language.

“Finished,” she signed.

“Take it to,” Partner did a sign Villain didn’t recognise and pointed to Supervillain.

The toddler nodded and manoeuvred clumsily out of her chair before toddling over to Supervillain who smiled brightly down at her.

“All finished?” They signed.

“Finished,” she signed and held up her arms.

Supervillain lifted toddler onto their hip and carried her over to the sink. They put the the plug in, helping the toddler put the plate down before leaning forward to allow her to turn on the tap.

“Get your step,” Supervillain signed, placing the toddler down. The toddler moved to the only unlocked cupboard at her height and opened it as Supervillain turned the tap to a warmer temperature.

“What,” Partner said from the table, “you expected them to live in a dungeon with minions running around doing their bidding?”

Honestly, a little, Villain thought. He at least hadn’t expected Supervillain to have partner let alone children.

Partner jerked their head towards the kitchen island. “Better eat your food before it gets cold.”

Villain glanced at Supervillain who was now busy helping the toddler wash her plate. Hesitantly, he walked to the table and sat down.

He drank some more, licked his lips.

“What was that sign?” Villain asked.

Partner looked up at him.

“You know sign?”

“Yeah, I had a friend in high school who was deaf. I’m not so fluent anymore though.”

Partner nodded, “that’s cool. The sign we did was for the word Zaza which is what the kids call Supervillain. It’s our sign for it at least.”

Villain glanced at Supervillain.

“Why am I here,” he asked.

Partner eyed him.

“We have a little bit more planned for Mr Badguy then you did, and if we didn’t bring you somewhere safe you wouldn’t have given up your revenge scheme so easily.”

He hadn’t. The moment he was out of this situation he planned to go right back where he started, if he made it out of here.  

“What kind of plan?” Villain asked.

“Well for starters,” Supervillain said walking to the table placing a colouring book beside Partner, “not killing him.”

The toddler walked up behind them, continuing past them as she returned to her seat several crayons clutched in her small hands.

Villain shook his head, trying to regain some semblance of focus.

“He deserves to die,” Villain said not nearly as strongly as it was intended.

“He deserves worse than death,” Supervillain said. “And we have a plan that will not only do that but will enact the kind of change that you vaguely desire in and amongst all that anger and grief.”

Villain’s nails dug into his palm.

“I am not a child, don’t mock me,” he snapped.

“Oh, but you are a child,” Supervillain moved to sit in the chair beside Villain.

The fuming anger twisted with fear as the shadows around Villain turned sharp and dark.

“You are indeed a child, in fact you’ve barely been a legal adult for a year now and you are already trying to call war on people much bigger than you. You are so swallowed up by your grief and your pain that you are blinded.”

“I am not blinded,” he said.

“Look, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Once upon a time even I was the same. But if you don’t want to be just another of the brawlers who fight with no thought and hope for a good result, then you need to learn to control yourself. You need to listen to me, to let me help you.”

Villain frowned.

“You want to help me?” He said, his whole face joining the expression. “Why?”

Supervillain leaned back in their chair. “Because despite how the media portrays me, I am here to help people.”

A laugh bubbled up inside of Villain, but he caught it. That was so far from what he had been raised to know. Supervillain was always a device of chaos and destruction. They didn’t save people, they didn’t help. They wanted to watch the world burn and enjoy it.

That’s why Villain stayed as far away from their organisation as possible. He wanted change, real change, not to just bring everything crumpling to the ground. He wanted to help people.

“I don’t understand,” Villain finally said, not what he intended to say but he had no idea what else to say.

“I know, it’s a lot to take in,” Supervillain said. “The media and the council have done a fantastic job of sullying my name. It’s a problem honestly, but we make it work.”

Supervillain eyed him, watching all the micro-expressions in his face, the confusion, the conflict.

They sighed.

“Anyway, the main point is, we can’t let you kill Mr Badguy, and I would really like it if you hung around here, until we are sure you aren’t going to ruin any plans and get yourself killed.”

Villain finally met their eyes.

“Do I have a choice?”

They smiled. “Nope.”

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That turned out long so I hope it wasn’t boring,

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Christmas Break and the Dread of School... Generally

Hey pumpkins~

I hope everyone had a wonderful break!!! Is it too late to say that www Anyways, I finally stopped procrastinating and finished le post. Yay!!! Also alot of you have said you like my Improving in Gyaru series, so if there is a topic you'd like me to write on just let me know! Now on with the post.....

I don’t know if it’s because I’m a medical student but as soon as it’s November 1st, I was officially counting the days until break would start. So when break arrived I was soooo excited (+ I got to go back to Canada). But then, since you’re normally so busy, having no work feels so unusual and by the time you adjust, its already time to go back to school again… (;ᴗ;) This is what I got up to over the break ^.~

For the first few days, I just chilled for a bit and kinda adjusted to the house that my family was staying in within our neighbourhood (note: the basement at my house burnt down last semester, so everything is getting renovated and the things that can be cleaned are in the process of being cleaned >_< ). My family then went on a road trip to a nearby town where my dad works (though we had to wait until my brother arrived, also an international student).

Photos from new years ★

When we finally got there after 7 hours of driving, I honestly couldn’t go out much because my younger brother was finishing his IA’s and my older brother was studying for his last semester. If you have strict parents then YOU KNOW you can’t really go out when the atmosphere is like that σ(￣、￣〃) I did do some work of my own like plan a little for the step 1 (USMLE) and look over the courses I have to take this semester. It was break after all tho, so I watched some movies and tv show I didn’t have the chance to watch when school was on. A few days after new years we drove back and I had a bunch of fun. I went to the theatres and watched Avatar and the new Wakanda movie (they were released in exam season so I couldn’t go watch them), went shopping, did a bunch of other fun stuff, and I got my hair braided to go back to school! 

As always, thanks for reading! And if you enjoy what you're reading, hit the follow button at the top of my blogger. It's anonymous, and helps me feel more loved by you all. Buh bye~

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Hello Tumblr!!!

I’m back!!! Yay !!! So I’ve been gone with an Erasmus+ programme! If you live or study within the EU you might have heard of it, anyhow I've included some helpful links here!

Overview (Basically...)

What countries are part of the programme

Opportunities

Long story short, I've taken part in a training course centered around intercultural youth work! Together with participants from other countries (such as Spain, Bulgaria, Greece, Portugal and more) we stayed in Klaffer at Mühl-fun-viertel, a super cool house for families. (A really heartwarming place with really good food too :> and the scenery was very art inspo :O)

Here’s some photos + activities took part in!! I want to commemorate the moments here on Tumblr since this is my fave and the only valid social media bye + writing and reading long posts on here is actually fun, no matter how incoherent they get...

Here's a view from where we stayed, it was kinda' cold so we mostly did things indoors, although we had a LOT of walks and a LOT of opportunities for great conversations. There was this public storytelling activity I was tasked to speak in on behalf of our team... I was so nervous but we took a walk around the lake and talked about things until I was all calm and quite excited to publicly speak???(which deathly scares me btw)

We took part in a lot of learning activities. The circle was king, after almost every fun game, we'd gather 'round to discuss different topics. It was really surprising to see how apparently lighthearted activities could lead to such deep discussions, huh. I'm mostly satisfied I got to hear so many points of view from people of wildly different backgrounds!

This here is a highlight for me. A for-and-against debate regarding the building of a mosq in the very christian town of SleepyVille. Although we all personally wanted to see it built, some were, by the rules of the game, supposed to try and oppose it by making up all kinds of reasons to sway the opinion of the public. It was such an engaging debate, watching the "political parties" and "NGOs" fight. The people had not been swayed by the conservatives though, had a good laugh, a few shocks, SleepyVille got its mosq!

Oh, we also visited the Optical Illusion Museum in Rohrbach, it's a SUPER artsty (and sciencey) place! It had so many puzzle-toys too, so funny seeing everybody trying to solve them. Grew up thinking adults don't like having fun like this. Although 18 I was the youngest and some of the paricipants were over 30 and many were pretty established, I felt a gap at first but everyone was so kind and open to all kinds of talks! This plus the psychology courses (especially this thing called transactional analysis) had helped me greatly reduce those feelings of tension and alienation I used to get with adults heh.

This is another highlight, a poster a friend on my team made for our own little workshop! We were taught to manage a project, we were given the tools and were tasked to organise our own workshop for the others to take part in. It was... a little stressful, oh my gosh, but so rewarding at the end of the day, proved it is definitely not impossible so I'm definitely attempting to collaborate with my local museum for something similar to be done with the children here. We are sitting on a treasure-trove of neolithic culture here (shameless self-promote), so this shall be a fun way to teach but also have fun!

AAAND this is us! I could ramble all day about the things I've seen, the great things I've learned, the fears I layed to rest and the hopes I rekindled but... well I'm sleepy.

#i will now go cry happy tears #time capsule #🦞chat #personal #everyone was so FUVKING NICE TO ME AND EVERYONE WANTED ME TO BE MYSELF AND WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #anyway. what a turn of events. i’ve been pretty :( through the summer till last month but. this really helped me climb up

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I posted 2,130 times in 2022

That's 1,503 more posts than 2021!

32 posts created (2%)

2,098 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@.teamroscoes

@.likelylarks

@.alpierrepine

@.sebastidanforever

@.sbinalino

I tagged 2,121 of my posts in 2022

#f1 - 1,013 posts

#daniel ricciardo - 307 posts

#lewis hamilton - 274 posts

#mo dao zu shi - 198 posts

#funny stuff - 143 posts

#shit about me - 139 posts

#asdfghjkl - 136 posts

#sebastian vettel - 117 posts

#wei wuxian - 112 posts

#charles leclerc - 108 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and now i cannot stop thinking about that moment having been to max the equivalent of little ducks imprinting on the first person they see

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hi! I would love to join the discord server! 👉👈❤️

sorry, I only saw your message now! 🙈

yay !! :D just let me know your vague age (18+, 25+, etc..) and one thing you love about F1, and I'll send you the link 😊

11 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#4

I would like to thank all the older F1 blogs (2009-2017) that still exist. Because even though around 90% of them are inactive by now, they decided not to deactivate, and left behind a huge treasure of content.

Thank you, truly. It’s a delight to go back and see photos/videos/GIFs I hadn’t seen before <3 

11 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

#3

THIS SPORT IS NOT REAL

15 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#2

Let’s get it on! @/danielricciardo takes on @/PepeJeans’ #GetItOnChallenge (source)

Me posting this, was inspired by this gifset made by @.teandkimi (x)

21 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

F1 Wild Side - Discord server

After a few people in the FG server enabled me to do so (you know who you are <3), on January 31st, the F1 Wild Side Discord server was born. It’s a server for anything F1-related, with a focus on drivers and shipping.

This server is 18+ ONLY and free!

Meaning that, you can be as fluffy or as filthy as you want in the same channel. There are practically no content or topic restrictions, so let your deepest desires run wild!

“What do you offer?” Glad you asked! Currently we have:

20 channels for individual drivers (three separate channels for: Feeder series ; Retired drivers ; Formula E)

35 channels for ships (four separate channels for: Driver/Non-Driver [OC & others] ; Team Principals ; Personal Trainers ; and OT3&more)

General channels, such as: Drive to Survive ; Racing ; Memes ; Positivity+Pets, and more!

Custom emojis and roles!

Voice channels to hang out and play games!

A fun and chill community <3

Don’t see your favourite driver or ship? Worry not! There is also a Suggestions channel, ask there and I’ll add it :)

[Note: ‘A/B/O Dynamics’ has its own channels, if you’d like to avoid that specific trope. That way, you can navigate the server, and not accidentally stumble upon it :’)]

“Hmm, sounds good, how do I join?” Thanks for being interested! It’s very simple:

Click the link below:

After you join, and read + accept the rules and leave a brief intro (mandatory!) I'll give you full access to everything :)

That is all, I hope to see you there !! :D <3

59 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

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