#squishing the barbies together again...

[areyouscaredyet]

if they dated i think it would be like this

#squishing the barbies together again... #i feel like they have nothing in common but also everything at the same time #spto #they hate each other #joining forces to be extra evil #scott pilgrim takes off #gideon graves #matthew patel #throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks #gravespatel

[hiimcanadia]

@squishy-spock commented: but how do they kiss

#THANK YOU FOR THIS COMMENT I’d been wanting to do something with these two again but I had no idea what <3 #squishing them together like barbie dolls #dramaticdoodles #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd fanart #stede bonnet #ed teach #blackbonnet #stede x ed #ed x stede #object head

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦 max verstappen x fem! driver! reader (fluff) “. . . you and max fall in love through your years together in f1.”

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Max propped up his cheek on his fist, sinking down in his chair bored. You who, was sitting beside him, decided to play trickster on him. Sneakily you quickly poked him under his armpit ( where you knew he was ticklish ).

The blond was quick to retract and curl away. You could only smile at him innocently as he glared at you. In an attempt to take revenge, Max reaches forward to poke you back but you recoil and dodge.

His glare and frown deepened as he tried again only to fail as you silently laugh at him, picking your tongue out. The two of you were starting to get the attention of the people in the conference room, even Charles who was answering a question paused to watch the little war between the redbull drivers.

In a final attempt to get you back, the boy jumped on you. The two of you fell back in your chair, laughing as he tried pinning you down wrestling style.

"OK! OK! I give in." You laughed trying to push him away from his face. "SIKE." You tackled him.

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"Hi. I'm Max Verstappen." You greeted as you looked into the camera lens holding a serious gaze. "And I'm princess Barbie." Max finished off in a thin girly voice, an extremely bad impression. You broke out in laughter rocking back in the foldable chair. "Oh shit-" you tried to reach forward to stabilize yourself, which was utter failure because you ended up falling.

"Are you okay?" Max asked in the thin voice, sucking at holding his laugh in. "Oh my God, princess Barbie." You wheezed getting up slowly only to fall back on your knees again wheezing as you held your stomach.

"I can't believe you right now." You laughed getting up and sitting on his lap instead now that your chair is demolished. He was quick to hug you around your waist and pull your back close to his chest.

"Wait, what were we doing?" He asked the marketing team forgetting what you were filing in the first place.

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Max leaned his phone on a tissue box with his selfie camera recording. You were holding his face still drawing clown makeup on him with purple lipstick.

"She got a higher position." He gave Context. "I got higher position~" You sang smiling brightly, continuing to draw the small circle on his nose. "He's going to dinner like this." "Wait what?! No. You're joking."

He tried to pull away but you only held him in place laughing evilly. "Hey hey, we had a deal. Loser does whatever the winner wants." You squished his cheeks. The boy could only pout to the camera as you draw an upside down triangle under his right eye.

"Aren't you a handsome cutie." You teased kissing his cheek making the Dutch boy smile brightly, forgetting all about his future coming embarrassment.

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"MAAAAAAXX!!" You ran through the paddock jumping onto the boy once you go to him. He luckily caught you hugging you tightly. "I missed you." He mumbled once he set you down, hugging you tightly which you of course returned.

"It's only been a week." Riccardo commented walking past the two of you laughing. "That's still long!" You defended, taking Max's hand walking with him to the Torro Rosso Motorhome. "Did you get a chance to eat yet?" He asked opening the door for you. "I was waiting for you actually."

"I sneaked in these cookies I got from Walmart, I don't know if they are good. I wanted you to try them first." He whispered quietly, making sure no one could hear, as if it were a drug operation. "You're the best." You giggled excitedly.

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"Maxie! Say cheese!" Max was taken by surprise. Turning to you, he smiled widely laughing ( and you couldn't help but snap a picture ). "Hold up the trophy and your medal." You told him and he did, adjusting his pose as you snapped another picture on your phone.

"I'm so proud of you." You pocketed your phone, pulling him in a tight hug. You rubbed his back as he relaxed in your embrace closing his eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Maxie. That was an amazing drive. My race winner." He squeezed you in his hug smiling. "I couldn't have done it without the best teacher in the world. Thank you, Y/N."

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Max looked at you sadly as you packed all of your stuff from your driver's room. He sat on the couch where he spent cuddling you after sessions for months. "Hey, stop frowning. You're going to make me sad."

"But you're leaving." He sighed, propping his cheek on his hand. "I'm just changing teams. I'll still be around." You smiled, standing in front of him. He looked up at you with an expression you could only describe as grief. "Hey, Daniel will take my seat next year. He'll treat you well. I'll make sure to always be high up so we can share our podiums." You crouched down on your knees kissing his cheek, putting your hand on his free one.

"I'll spend all summer break with you." "You promise?" "I promise." You nodded smiling receiving a kiss on your cheek, the first one he's given you. You and Max had developed a relationship like no other. Being his first teammate, you welcomed him into the sport and treated him better than some other people *cough* jos *cough cough*. You taught him all your tricks and was there for his first win, which he was so proud to show you on the podium.

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"There he is!" You cheered as Max ran into your arms. The two of you shared a tight hug with loud laughs. "Championship contender! That's my boy!" You lifted him up spinning him, making the boy wheeze. "I'm so proud of you." You set him down cupping his cheeks. "I'm so so proud, Max. You deserve it. And I can't wait till you win the championship!"

He could only look at you smiling brightly. You made him feel so good about himself. You gave him courage and confidence, to do and preform better. And he did, all because of you. You were crying as you watched him raise the Abu Dhabi grand prix trophy. He pointed at it, gesturing for you to see. And you nodded proudly, wiping the tears from yours eyes. He found you soon after, smashing his lips into yours in a passionate kiss which you returned wrapping your hands around his neck.\.

"I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you so much! For everything. I would've never made it without you." He whispered in your ear, holding you in his embrace like his life depended on it. "Lets go out tonight." You whispered back smiling. "Lets have fun, you deserve it."

youruser

liked by pieregasly redbullracing and 67M others youruser I have no words to describe how happy i am for you, Max. You deserve the world 🧡❤️💙can't wait to see the number one on your car next year!!

#‧˚⊹🪴 ଓ :: 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 ‧₊˚⤾ #f1 #formula 1 #formula racing #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #max #max verstappen #mv1 #mv33 #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max x reader #max x you #max verstappen f1 #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fluff

[quipxotic]

Spoilers for c3e81 (I feel like there's going to be a lot of these today because I have many thoughts):

The thing with making a deal with Nana Morri is that it is so completely in line with what we know about Orym. It's self-sacrificing in a way that attempts to ensure for his friends a future and happiness he doesn't see for himself. (As an aside, it also puts an interesting wrinkle on Orym being the only one of the group not to give Ashton shit about their attempt to take the shard; turns out the two of them were thinking along the same lines, once again.) It's also a choice that helps ensure that lack of a future.

'Cause here's the thing, if you're desperate for the closeness of a romantic relationship but also deeply frightened of taking the risk of hurt and loss that comes with such a relationship, pining for someone you can never have is a great option. I fully believe Orym has feelings for Dorian (it's so fucking obvious), but Orym had a lot of chances before the solstice screwed up sending to tell Dorian that either in person or via sending (I'm pretty sure "I love you" will fit in most sending messages unless you send like Jester, even if it's not the ideal time or way to tell someone that). I also think he has feelings for Ashton who is RIGHT BESIDE HIM 24/7. Because of that, I've been confused about why Orym was joining the others in trying to squish Fearne and Ashton together like Barbie dolls ("and kiiiiiissssss"). But if he's subconsciously trying to avoid a relationship he feels pulled toward, suddenly it makes sense. He can't be with Ashton because Ashton and Fearne are "fated" to be together. And he can't be with Dorian because he made a deal to serve Nana Morri in the Feywild. He can still pine for both of them and Will, and sure it's pain, but it's a familiar kind of pain. A safe pain, if you will. Problem solved right?

Maybe, for a while. But if he thinks a deal with the Fatestitcher will keep either Ashton or Dorian (much less Fearne, the rest of Bell's Hells, and all of the Crown Keepers) from following him wherever he leads, then he has underestimated how deeply he's loved. And that too is very Orym.

#critical role #bells hells #critical role spoilers #c3e81 #orym of the air ashari #dorian storm #ashton greymoore

[prettypei]

plot: them with a popular! chubby! fem! s/o; fluff!

reader: chubby! popular! fem! Reader

characters: yuuta, maki

warnings: mentions of fatshaming/homophobia, reader is sassy, mild spoilers for culling game arc (?, spoilers for jjk s2, use of Japanese honorifics, reader and maki are both lesbian in maki's part, a creep in maki's part

a/n: littleeeee bit of a self-insert... I jus wanted 2 write a lil sth LOL, yuuta is 2nd year btw

YUUTA

a little backstory on the reader!! ok soso reader is a 2nd year who's the closest with the first years and in this au you're really close to yuji...you currently maintain a long-distance relationship with yuuta! (let's pretend culling games didn't happen lol)

so let's rewind to the episode where the slice of life is happening (aka the "yuji bf material" ep ACK)

it was just supposed to be the first years but you were in the area too cuz you had just finished a mission, and yuji REALLLYYYY wanted to watch Earthworm Man 4... so you reluctantly agreed to go with them

(ps the first years kinda have a crush on you,, like idolizing ykwim)

so the four of you finished the movie when you recieved a call from your bf

so you talk blah blah blah and you're like "wait, isn't it like 3 am in Africa?" and he replies with a nervous chuckle and a "well,, guess where I am now?" and you literally scream into the phone... okie the fic is down below!!

"You're WHAT?" You screamed into the phone. "(name)-senpai, please shut up." Megumi deadpanned. "sorry, megumi. BABE, YOU'RE WHAT?" "Babe?" The three underclassmen shared a confused look. "Wait, you're here? Like in front of the movie theater? I don't see-WAITHOLYSHITISTHATYOU-" The three of them turned heads to see the direction you were waving in. "(name)!" Yuuta yelled excitedly. "O-okkotsu-senpai!" Megumi said with a surprised look on his face. "Who's he?" Nobara whispered to you, giving yuuta a weird look. "Show some respect." Megumi hisses while glaring at Nobara. "Ah, it's fine!" Yuuta smiles at all of them. "I'm just here to visit my wonderful girfriend!" "Girlfriend?" The three underclassmen feign a shocked expression as Yuuta squishes your cheeks together. "(n-name) has a boyfriend?!" Yuji squeaks. "Don't forget honorifics, it's disrespectful!" Megumi scolds once again, but he's the most surprised one of them all. "I thought you were single!" Nobara pouted. "Well, I'm not. Y'all ain't got a chance with me anyways." You smirked while giving Yuuta a peck on the cheek, leaving him flustered. "Awww... but I wanted to ask (name)-senpai out..." Yuji mumbles. "What?" Suddenly the atmosphere became cold and dark, and yuuta was glaring at a certain someone. "I-I mean-I thought-" Yuji stammered. "Yuu, babe, let's go. Let's go watch Barbie!" You insisted, pulling on his sleeve. "Okay, sure!" Yuuta's entire face lightens up as you pull him into the cinema. "O-Okkotsu senpai sure is scary..."

MAKI

reader is a 2nd year in this too :3

soooo maki is really like NOT open at all about your personal life, it's not that she's embarrassed of you it's just because she doesn't want others to stress her out about marriage, vows... she just wants to live the present

but that doesn't mean that she doesn't wanna share you with her closest friends though! And she's going to... but she keeps forgetting.

so basically you, maki and nobara are having a girl's day out and some creep tries hitting on ya...yk what's gonna happen.

"What do you guys want?" Maki asked you while you guys were lining up for the crepe shop. "I think... strawberry?" "Ohhh I want a blueberry one!" "Okay, I'll line up. You guys can go sit on a bench and rest." "You and Nobara walk to the bench under the tree, chatting excitedly while Maki told the cashier your order. All of a sudden, Nobara stopped talking and narrowed her eyes as a young man walked over. "He-Hello miss?" He asked timidly after tapping your shoulder. "Uh, yeah?" You give him a confused look. "Do I know you?" "N-No... I just wanted to ask for you nu-number...m-mommy...?" He squeaked, fiddling with his hands. At this point, you were beyond disgusted. "What the actual fuck?" You snap. "Get the-fuck-away from me!" "I-I like being degraded..." He whimpers as you push him away from you. "C-Can I get your number...? Promise I'll call you mommy..." "I don't-" "SHHHKKK." A long blade was dug in the bark of the tree behind the man, with only a millimeter to spare. "H-Huh?!" His voice's an octave higher. "Don't you ever touch my girlfriend ever again, scum." Maki growled as she came back with two crepes in her hands. "I-I-I won't! I swear I won't-I'll-I'll never-" "Shut up, little shit." Maki grumbled as she put her hand in yours, the man stumbling away and crying at the same time. "You okay?" Maki asked you with a concerned look. You giggled in response and held her hand tighter. "Love ya."

#pei writes 🖋️ #jjk #maki jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu maki #jujutsu yuta #yuta #yuuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x reader #jjk yuuta #yuuta x you #yuuta okkotsu smut #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #yuuta x y/n #yuta x you #maki x reader #maki zenin #maki x you #maki x y/n #maki fluff

[findafight]

Hello! I've been plagued by thoughts of Starbara. I would love to know how you think the bathroom scene between Robin and Steve would go if Starbara was a thing. Like, I really, really love Starbara, and I really, really love Stobin as besties, so I am desperate to be able to combine the two without either relationship losing too much depth and connection. Thoughts?

Many. MANY thoughts. @momotonescreaming and I have actually talked about the bathroom scene! (both of them hehe) The Starcourt bathroom scene is like. Holy Stobin Texts okay. I refuse to water it down, ever, but tweaks must be made.

so with the starbara au, sometime before s3 Barb decides to rekindle her friendship with Robin, who is a bit weary of it a little. But anyways Robin is at the very least friendly but not close with Barb, and still holding a a grudge against Steve (love her being petty). When they get jobs at scoops, Robin just tells Barb she's working at the mall, and Barb goes haha Steve is working there too! Maybe you'll see each other! (and then they did)

First day at Scoops Steve walks in and goes oh! Barb's friend Robin! hi Robin! :D and Robin is just. gritting her teeth. Of course then she spends time with him and discovers he is just a goofy lad. She tries so hard to keep him as her nemesis but she simply cannot because even though she has the "you suck" board to tally the amount of longing sighs Steve does while Barb isn't in the store, he grows on her. She can tell when barb told Steve she'd try to come by because he glaces at the clock and perks up. He gets all sappy when Barb comes in and they flirt and he gives her free icecream and Robin is stewing like HELLO. she is TRYING to be BITTER. if those two could stop being SICKENINGLY in LOVE that'd be great.

Steve has the worlds most devastating squish on Robin he wants to be her friend so so so bad, and Barb teases him about having a crush on her and he's like "Barbie 🥺 how could you say that? You know I 'm in love you🥺I just want to make her laugh and share a backyard with her so our kids can all play together and be best friends too 🥺"

anyways blah blah blah s3 happens they're in the starcourt bathrooms. Robin blurts the first semi invasive question of all time, because as soon as she finishes "have you ever been in love?" she's like yes obviously he has. he is.

and Steve answers affirmatively "Yeah. yes. Barb, of course. maaaan. She's amazing. I'm gonna marry her one day."

and Robin huffs a laugh because yeah, that's a pretty unsurprising plan from Steve. "Yeah? Tommy gonna be your bestman? or are you gonna shake it up and have Carol there?"

Steve sighs "nah. I don't...I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Because...Tommy and Carol are my friends and I love 'em, but...I think I've found someone better for that part? Like someone we could split custody of a cat with, or my kids could call auntie, y'know?" Robin thinks she might throw up again, actually. "And I wish I would've been hanging out with her the whole time. She's hilarious, I've laughed more this summer with her than with nearly anyone else besides Barb in a long time." There's no way he'd be saying this to her if he knew.

"And she's smart. Way smarter than me. Able to crack a Russian code ina couple days, kind of smart, Y'know? She's unlike anyone I've ever met, and I really hope she wants to be my best friend too?"

It's so sweet, and so very Steve who's been sappy with Barb and goofy with all those kids, and now he's point blank asking her if she wants to be his best friend. She doesn't know what to do. She feels gross and sick and dizzy and hurting, but she could lie. Whatever was making her and Steve unable to keep their mouths shut has...well it hasn't worn off, but she'd definitely be able to resist it.

She doesn't want to. She wants to be brave, and honest, and vulnerable.

"Robin? You, uh, you OD over there?" Steve sounds nervous.

"No. Uh, I'm still alive..."She doesn't want to fuck this up. Doesn't want to lose Steve or Barb.

Steve slides under the stall wall. Says he can't get any worse that the blood and puke on him.

"So what do you think? About this girl?"

She gives him a wobbly smile. "she sounds awesome"

He smiles through his split lip. "She is awesome. And the guy?"

"I think he's coming down from being drugged and isn't thinking clearly. Cat custody? Really?"

He looks at her seriously. "I think he's thinking pretty clearly. Cat custody aside."

"He doesn't know this girl. And if he did, if he really, really knew her, he wouldn't want her anywhere near his wedding, let alone his hypothetical kids. I don't think he'd want to even be her friend."

He shakes his head. "That's not true. No way is that true."

She thinks fuck it. They've been tortured (she's not thinking about that). There's Russians under her feet probably still trying to kill her. She's going to be brave.

She tells him that she really likes him. About Clicks class. About Tammy. About how she was still trying to hold onto some resentment even when she was reconnecting with Barb, but he made it very difficult.

And then. Steve just. makes fun of Tammy Thompson. Sings like a muppet. And he makes her laugh.

When Dustin, Erica and Barb all bluster into the bathroom, they laugh more, at their faces, at being caught, at the ridiculousness of the entire situation.

Steve stands up and stumbles into Barb, holding his hands out to help robin up. Once she stands with him, Steve tries to rest his face on Barb's shoulder but winces. He giggles again. Turns to Barb.

"Ohh Barbie Robin's my best friend now and is gonna be my best maaAan and also our kids' godmother. She said so herself"

"I did not."

"Didn't say no, though, did you?"

To which Dustin scoffs and shoves them all out of the bathroom.

that's how I think the Stobin bathroom scene happens in the starbara au hehe

#findaanswers #starbara #stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #barbara holland #hollington #steve x barb #stranger things #anonasaurus #momo I know i said i was working on my essay which is why I'm not writing a different starbie fic #but i do not control the brain rot it seems #yall should ask about the other bathroom scene momo and i are unhinged it makes me go insane

[crucifixi]

SHIPPING INFO //ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

tagged by: @flosalatus

tagging: @reusignus @dualityxfman + who’s reading this —points at—

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

Vashwood; It gives me next level rot and I blame 98 for making me like their dynamic so much..platonic or romantic they’re too good.

MerylWood; another good dynamic in Stampede maybe I’m just weak for the bickering type but they’re so cute. Wolfwood gets on her nerves

PolyGun; they’re just..squishes the Barbies together. Maybe I just want everyone happy..

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I mean Wolfwood have rapid aging so— I kid but in a modern au or verse. Adult wise nothing larger more 10 years or so?

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

When hands start to travel up or down the body it start hitting NSFW territory. At that point you’re raising arousal in the other party and wish to undress them. Passionate kissing is just suggestive unless they press upon eachother or add tongue in the situation! I tag if that do end up NSFW dw and possibly read more.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

I would say yes but then again if prompted I wouldn’t say no unless it’s a HARD line like ship that makes me uncomfortable or just don’t enjoy the thought of. I would rather people I interact more so yesn’t??

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

I like the potential in Kniveswood for some odd reason?? I blame my friend for corrupting me.

I’m easily swayed at times with ships as long I can see the chemistry and see the dynamic I will be on board!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Yes, I’m oblivious with hints (´∀｀*)

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I'm more ship more or less like I'm multiship and I would enjoy crack ships and rare pairs when writing to see how their personality clash and how they mesh together. It's not on my forefront

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

Put head in hands because Vashwood and VashMeryl ruined my brain.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Just shoot me an IM or ask me! I don't mind plotting a ship or anything. I would only say no if we never interacted

#✟ ｡ — a demon speaks blasphemy ( mun typing) #// ww experiencing love is good in my books stop his self loathing ass —get shot— #✟ ｡ — ooc meme

[sakebytheriver]

I follow this one person who is just so absolutely unhinged about Total Drama Island and everyday I get glimpes into a fandom subculture I just will never be able to understand, they have written a fic that's prolly like 30 chapters long at this point and it's all about characters from Total Drama Island and they've basically cultivated a fanbase just for their insanely unhinged fic and they get asks about it all the time and they've got a bunch of friends who have also written long unhinged fics about Total Drama Island and they're constantly sending each other asks about the different 20+ chapter long fics they've all written all about Total Drama Island characters with plot synopses that feel like things the Riverdale writers left on the idea board and whenever they appear on my dash I feel like this meme

And then I scroll down and they disappear until I am once again reminded of just how much they love a satirical cartoon about competition shows and just how much they treat the characters like Barbie dolls squishing their faces together and playing out extended story arcs about them getting abortions and selling weed 😭

The shitposts are great tho, so I'll never unfollow

#ignore me

[indigo-wendigo]

#505: Be It

           The knock at his door sounded… different than what he expected for Christian’s usual “showing up for a regular check-in”. He wasn’t sure if it was the timing of the knocks or the force behind them, but when he opened the door it made sense. He was crying. “Oh. Bad day, huh.”

           Christian stepped in with a thick sniffle. “I don’t know what I’m doing with Michelle anymore.” He dragged his feet across the carpet to the living room, much to William’s disdain, before flopping onto his leather couch.

           William didn’t miss a beat in pouring a drink. It was probably still ill-advised to offer any inebriating substances this soon after his recovery, but this appeared to be an extenuating circumstance. “What do you mean you don’t know what you’re doing? Does she still not want to…?”

           Christian yelled into the cushion, muffling his distress. “No, the opposite! She said I should ask her again!”

           William brought a glass. “To marry you?”

           “YES.”

           The older sat down and waited for Christian to stop squishing his face into the couch. “… Why would she say that?”

           “Because she is saying that she has changed her mind, that she wouldn’t say no if I were to ask her again.”

           William blinked, still holding Christian’s glass. “Well, that’s great, isn’t it?”

           “Except that what if she is only saying that out of… guilt, and pity? What if she’s feeling bad about having said no and then my galivanting with Scarlet that she wants to get married now because she feels sorry for me?” He finally sat up.

           The other gently handed him the drink. “Is that what you said to her?”

           Christian took a swift draught and grimaced. “Yeah, not exactly like that, I was a lot gentler about it, but now I’m freaking out because I just had my chance to marry the woman of my dreams, she practically ASKED ME, and this time I WAS THE ONE who said no!”

           William wasn’t good at this. But Christian was already in a precarious position prior to this incident. He had to make an effort. “Yeah, but… that sounds like a pretty valid and noble concern. You don’t want her to marry you because she feels sorry for you.”

           “I can’t do that to her! But, my God, I can’t LOSE her?!”

           “… Can you take off your shoes, please—”

           “Yeah, sorry.” He set his drink on the coffee table, picked it up and set it on a coaster, then proceeded to remove his shoes.

           William listened to Christian lament through two more glasses of scotch when he asked for water with thoroughly slurred speech. The eldest did his best to make relevant comments or suggestions when appropriate. And so far, he was proud of his performance. The truth was, he was genuinely interested in Christian’s predicament, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t say something stupid if he didn’t try really hard not to.

           Christian also did this thing when he was drunk where he would pull his arms in through the sleeves of shirt, imitate a turtle, try to get his arms back out, fail, and continue whatever exchange was taking place while missing his arms. Most might find it distracting, but William had honestly gotten used to it. The crying had mostly stopped, but perhaps an excess of whining. For good reason, though; his dilemma was upsetting. William had secretly been rooting for their relationship to return to its former fervor and then some because he liked them together. He liked Michelle and he liked that Christian had fallen for someone who wasn’t a Barbie doll. It was… sweet, for lack of a better word, to hear how he still talked about her, even after she declined his proposal almost a year ago. Of course, this was the event that was the final straw in Christian’s mental stability, the last thing to happen before he joined Scarlet. Michelle, having seen his transformation due to Scarlet’s influence, reserved every right to reject marriage. He was so volatile during that time. But it was true, since he’d been home and powered through a multi-faceted recovery, he’d finally started to be his old self again. Christian was laying upside down, like with his legs over the back of the couch and his head toward the floor—which William did not think was great if one were to avoid throwing up from too much to drink—and he said, “What was it like when this happened to you?”

           William blinked. “When this happened to me?”

           “Yeah.” Christian sat up when William was still confused. “You know. You and Mom were at least friends. Then The Terrible Thing came up. Then after a few years, you both started hanging out again, started dating.” He hiccupped. “Who asked to take it to the relationship level?”

           He raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious? She did. You honestly thought I was the one who asked?”

           He giggled and shifted his arms around inside his shirt. “No, no I didn’t. But, like… how did that go? What did she say? What did you say when she asked? I mean—obviously you agreed, but… did you feel like maybe you thought you shouldn’t?”

           The other blinked again. After putting it that way, he supposed the situations were not all that dissimilar. Which meant his input was valued. He had to really try not to screw this up. Fortunately, it was something he had talked to Odette about and had already had assistance in articulating. William took a breath. “Well… It comes down to a couple things. And it starts with the fact that if I had a million chances to do it over from the beginning, I’d still never deserve her. And I’m nothing short of the luckiest son of a bitch in the world—that she somehow sees me as being fit for… the spot I effectively made available.”

           Christian nodded understandingly with some sadness in his features.

           “Yeah, she asked me. And I should have said no. I should have told her, ‘No, you can throw a rock out a window and hit someone better than me.’ Or I should have told her to go back to Jacob. Those would have been… the right and noble things to say. Like how in that movie you showed me where the superhero guy tells the girl he can’t even though he wants to.” Now he felt like he needed a drink. “The truth is I’m not that strong. I’m not that selfless. Because I knew that… the way I love her was always going to be my biggest problem,” he chuckled and rubbed his jaw. “My God, that’s only the first thing. But the second thing is simple.” He sat forward in the armchair. “If I’m not strong enough to stay away, then I’ll just have to be what she needs.” He shrugged.

           Christian blinked.

           “She’s worth every ounce of effort it took for me to change and more. And I’m still learning. It’s probably going to be a continuous thing, but I don’t care. She’s worth it.”

           Christian’s eyes drifted in thought.

           “So, if you’re afraid that she only wants to marry you because she feels sorry for you or she feels guilty, then I think you just need to ask yourself if she’s worth what it takes for you to always be more than someone she will feel sorry for. If you know what kind of husband she needs to have, then be it.”

           The blonde looked back at him, eyes round and nose pink. William could see the epiphany in his expression. “She’s worth it,” Christian said.

           The captain dipped his chin. “Yeah?”

           “Yeah! She’s—she’s absolutely worth it! You’re right! I can be what she deserves! If it’s me or some other schmo, I know better than anyone else what she needs!”

           “There you go.” William sat back, proud of himself.

           Christian fought to stick his arms back through his sleeves, his shirt ending up backwards. “I godda tell her. I godda go tell her right now.”

           “You can’t drive,” William chuckled at his eagerness.

           “You’re right. Let’s go, you’re driving me.” He stumbled for his shoes.

           The other watched him fight with his shoe strings. “You sure this is a good idea? I think you should tell her, but would it send the wrong message if you show up three sheets to the wind and—”

           “I have to tell her, man! She wants to be my wife, I just have to be her husband!”

           He furrowed his brow. “Okay, but we’re working on your delivery on the way over.” William went for his keys, mumbling something about how incapable he was of aiding in such an endeavor.

           In the car, Christian was almost like a dog being taken to the park. William had to turn on the child locks to keep him from continuing to mess with the window controls and by the third announcement of being so nervous that he had to pee, William began to fear for the integrity of his leather seats. When they arrived, William wasn’t even completely parked on the street before the younger was trying to get out with his seatbelt still secured. He managed to escape his binds and trotted up to Michelle’s door and knocked vigorously. William couldn’t help it. He rolled his window down.

           Michelle came to the door in her pajamas, surprised to see Christian who exploded into the monologue he’d half-rehearsed in the car with William. He was mixing up some points, assigning variables to the wrong things, but it appeared to be going well. By the time Michelle covered her mouth to hide emotion, William noticed Christian’s shirt was still on backwards. “And yes, I’m drunk, but you can see how this was really important,” was the final append.

           Michelle giggled. “I—knew that when you started talking.” She leaned to look behind him. “Hi, William,” she grinned.

           He smirked and waved.

           “What do you have to say about this?” she teased with her hands on her hips.

           William shrugged and spoke loud enough for her to hear him from the street. “He’s crazy about you.”

           She smiled wide and turned back to Christian. The rest of their exchange William couldn’t hear as they closed the space between them. When they started kissing, he respectfully looked away. He was prepared to wait, but when he heard the door latch, he looked back to the porch. They were gone. Inside. “Well.” William started the engine again. “That’s my cue.”

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[bby-d1p]

No It doesn’t

buckle up ladies😩

“I don’t like it“ Jania huffed. “what’s wrong J“ I hugged her from behind, ‘This‘ she squished her stomach. “What?“ I didn’t see anything wrong, she had on a green two piece that complemented her dark skin.I faced her blocking her view of the mirror “I don’t know it’s just I don’t like the way my body is shaped, its either you always see my stretch marks or the bulge of my stomach.“ Jania said teary eyed looking up at me. “It doesn’t matter“ I sighed.”Yes it does”she argued “I love and want the way your mind thinks, I wanna know about every scar, every quote on quote imperfection, your body is how I want it.I’m tired of these plastic hoes I want a real barbie like you“ I held on to her waist, looking her in those beautiful grey eyes they twinkled at me with lust,anticipation and love.”Thanks babe I needed that I still think I’m too chubby“ she looked down. “Jania Israel, when are gonna understand baby fuck all of those skinny ass ‘women’ I love you. Out of all the females that could be here right now looking out this big ass window, my arms wrapped around them s we stare out into Australia, you think your to chubby because of a two piece? I love you naked, clothed, in any and every kind of way.”

She kissed me deeply before responding “LaMelo I don’t deserve you, you care to much and pay attention to so many details small or large.You love hard, show affection, make time for me, complement me when I need it most thank you bubba.“she smiled brightly,”we’re staying here tonight.“ I began to unbutton my shirt.”Why?“ She wiped slightly visible tears away.”Because I don’t wanna go out to eat anymore.“ I began to slid down my jeans and she too began to remove her clothing.”So what are we gonna eat?” Jania stared to look for the remote.”well I’m gonna eat you and then we can have dino nuggets if that’s okay?“ She paused getting on the bed.”That’s fine with me“ she shrugged smirking. I took a moment to admire her beauty, her chocolate skin complement the orange lace set I was damn near drooling until I saw white go over her body. A Blanket. “Mama we just talked about this“ I lied next to her tugging at the blanket.”I know you just make me nervous and comfortable at the same time“ her cheeks flushed a nearly invisible shade of pink.”I know one thing“ I smiled at her “and what’s that my love?“ She batted her natural lashes. “I’m hungry fo- me too“ she cut me off sitting up.”Uh uh no ma’am we are not doing that it’s my turn“ I pushed her hand off my length she once palmed. “Mch“ she sucked her teeth.

”Loose it“ I pushed her up against the headboard softly unhooking the orange lace contraption keeping me from what I wanted.“mch“ Jania sucked her teeth once again at my slow pace kissing down her neck.”Baby?“ I smirked,”yes?“ she barley managed to get out as I started to rub her clit. “You’re wet that’s all“ I remove her underwear and my lips from her neck. “I’ll be back shortly ma’am“ I flashed my bright smile at her aggravated face right where I want her.I left our room and walked toward the hall closet. I grabbed the melatonin we keep for the triplets Three kids are TOUGH. I poured wine into two glasses dropping the small pill in her cup. (Melatonin is natural and safe my baby sister takes it every night before bed. he’s not drugging her it’s just a kink somehow💀) I waited for it to fizzle down then walked back in the room. “You’re back“ J kissed my lips standing on her tippy toes making me giggle lightly.”I don’t like what I see“ She took a sip.”what do you mean“ I sat on the bed.”You have on clothes“ she yawned smirking.”Just boxers“I looked down at my lap.”baby I’m tired“ Jania yawned once again, exactly what I needed.After she went to sleep I threw on some sweats and walked out the door locking it behind me.

Jania Pov

I woke up to something cold around my wrists. I smelled my candle Lust from Victoria secret. I felt around in the bed with my feet but Melo wasn’t there.”Baby!” I called out.”You’re awake” LaMelo smiled at me walking in our room. I had my back arched,my face gently rested in a pillow and my hands cuffed together. I shivered as his warm fingers move in a figure eight motions on my clit.I moaned lightly as he began to move his fingers faster in and out of my core which was now dripping.”Fuck” I said as my legs shook.”baby don’t be so hard on yourself, you beautiful and I love it when you make beautiful juices for me” Lamelo said pushing my ass up further while suck on on my pussy. Which caused slurping sounds to erupt against the four grey walls of our bedroom.”Mmm” He hummed sending vibrations down my spine. I tried to lean forward but he just pulled me back down.”don’t run Israel” he grunted only turning me on more.I wished he would have let me finish but, he removed his tongue from my heat and walked toward the dresser,”Bite on this” his voice was coarse and he had a gag ball in his hand.After putting it on he began to speak,”count for me if you mess up we start over” I shook my head in agreement.”shit tight” he mumbled siding his shaft inside my dripping core making me wince a little at his size.”one” I moaned as he slapped my ass cheek leaving a light pink mark.

15 spanks and two nuts later..............

“Shit just like that“ I yelled as Lamelo began to rub my clit endlessly as he delivered each stroke rapidly throwing my legs over his shoulder.”Don’t ever doubt your beauty“ he whispered in my ear leaving trails of wet kisses down my neck.I dug my nails into his back s I started to cum, but felt emptiness; he pulled out. “Look bro you’ve done this too many times I wanna fuck so fuck me“ I grumbled looking at his back muscles. “Wait“ he replied sharply walking out the room. “I’m tried of this bro” I mumbled walking out of the room also. I grabbed his arm, turned him around and slid his shaft in my mouth.I swirled my tongue around his tip teasing him “mmm“ I hummed sending shivers down his spine.Drool started to pour from my mouth but it only turned him on more, to my surprise he grew even harder.I licked from the base all the way to the tip causing him to groan "fuck” loudly. His body jerked violently as ropes of thick cum shot on my face I licked my fingers from the access cum that dripped down.I motioned LaMelo down to my level after wiping the cu moff my face.”I love the taste of cum on your fingers but I prefer it in my pussy” I said lifting my leg up over his dick and running my baby pink nails down his neck”I-I think th- that’s a good idea” he stuttered. “Couch” I spoke “it’s my turn.” I walked over to him and slowly slid down on his rock hard shaft.

“Ooo“ I moaned as he pushed his dick all the way inside.”bounce“ His voice shudder yet still had roughness in it.”yes daddy“ I smiled deviously and began to bounce. “Do you like how tight my cunt his baby?“ I left kisses down his neck.”Mmm“ he groaned.”Words“ I whispered boldly as his large hands moved my waist in a steady motion.”yes I lo-love how t-tight your c-cu-cunt is“ he contained his moans as best as he could.”you’re so wet“ LaMelo started to suck on my left breast while massaging the other.”Fuck I’m close“ I gripped the back of the couch. LaMelo was slamming my hips down so hard I’m sure the neighbors could hear.”You’re so big“ I moaned massaging his balls which made him pause for a moment in pleasure.”Fuck!“ he grunted as loads of his thick cum shot into me while I came as well.”I want you to fuck my dripping cunt from the back and don’t give me mercy.“ I pouted seductively sliding off his member and arching my back on the other part of the charcoal black sectional.”I don;t know where this is coming from but I love it“ he said slamming into me.”Just like that baby yes.” I moaned

“Can you tell me how much you love this dick?” he griped my neck while roughly pounding into to me.”Mhm I love this big dick so much” I cried cumming ”good girl“ he came all over my back.”You are my pride and joy along with our three beautiful girls“ He kissed my forehead and closed his eyes starting to snore lightly.”I love you lamelo“ and with that I fell asleep as well.

Hope you enjoyed💞💞

#Melo #soft melo #😏

[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

God Damn Smile | Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff :)

Time/Era: Modern AU

Word count: 3.7k 

Summary: Edmund reconnects with his childhood best friend, and it makes old, forgotten feelings resurface. 

Request: Hey! Can you write an Edmund x reader based on “A Typical Teenage Love Song” by Tate McRae? It’s fine if you can’t. Tsym in advance!

A/N: This song is so cute :D Ahhh, I love this imagine!!! I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! Thanks for the request :)

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“No! Don’t step on him!” Five year old Y/N L/N yelled at her friend, Edmund Pevensie. He had his foot raised above a small garden snail, right in the middle of a game of Godzilla. The pair were currently in Y/N’s back garden, playing amongst all the plants. Both children were dressed in brightly colored rain boots and their play clothes to enjoy the rainy weather. 

“It’s just a snail,” Edmund responded, lowering his leg to the ground. Instead of squishing the garden creature, he kneeled down to the ground for a better look. It wasn’t anything special, just a normal garden snail, but it seemed to be rather important to his playmate. 

“He is not just a snail! He is my friend.”

“If he’s your friend, what’s his name then?” Edmund let the small snail crawl up onto his finger before standing upright. 

“Snaily,” Y/N responded, putting her hand out and throwing the teddy bear in her arms to the ground. Edmund placed Snaily on her palm and smiled a toothy smile. This made Y/N grin, putting her hand at eye level. “Thank you for not squashing him.”

“He’s my friend now, too. You don’t squash friends.” 

Y/N nodded in agreement, “You don’t squash friends.” 

~

“Do you remember being a baby?” Edmund asked Y/N. They were now eight and sitting on the Pevensie family swing set, avoiding the youngest Pevensie child, Lucy. Y/N adored Lucy, she thought the girl was adorable, but Edmund insisted the two have “big kid things” to attend to. 

The swing set was old and rickety, as it had been in their family since Edmund’s older brother, Peter was a toddler. The colors were faded, the slide had a large crack in it and Edmund had written his and Y/N’s initials on one of the support beams. “No, am I supposed to?” Y/N answered. She had been last to reach the swings, so she was stuck with the squeaky one. Her face cringed each time the chains made a noise, despite her attempts to stay as still as possible. Y/N brought her hands to the teddy bear on her lap, covering its ears. Having been in the sun all afternoon, the swing was hot on her legs and it stuck uncomfortably to the skin on her thighs. 

“I don’t think so. My parents were looking at our baby books this morning so I was wondering,” 

“My mom has a picture of us when we were three hanging in our living room,” Y/N’s nose wrinkled and she kicked up a small patch of dirt. “We’ve been friends since we were babies. I don’t remember meeting you, though. You were just, there.” 

Edmund laughed, standing so he could lean his stomach against the seat of the swing. He swung on his stomach once before situating back onto his feet. “Our fathers are friends which means we’re friends. That’s just the way the world works.”

“Friends forever, even if one of us moves far far far far away?”

“Friends forever, Y/N.” 

~

“Do you have to go?” Ten-year-old Edmund stood outside of Y/N’s house, holding a box of barbies. Mr. L/N took the box from Ed’s hand and put it in the trunk of his car. 

“It should only be for a few years at most, Ed. I’m getting relocated for work,” Mr. L/N responded, messing the young boy’s hair up with one hand. “We’ll be back. I gave your Dad our new address and you can write to Y/N to your heart’s content.”

When Y/N joined them at the car, backpack slung across her shoulder and her favorite teddybear hugged between her arms, tears were rolling down her face. 

“I don’t want to go, please don’t make me!” She cried, holding to her teddy to her chest. Her face was scarlet and her mouth was etched into a frown. 

“You can stay with us!” Edmund offered, his own tears starting to roll down his face. Y/N was more than just his playmate, she was his best friend. They had spent the last seven years of their life seeing eachother almost daily, and now all of that was going to come to a sudden halt. 

“That’s sweet of you, buddy, but I think her mother and I would miss her too much,” Mr. L/N smiled down at the two before walking to the front of the car where his wife was talking to Helen Pevensie. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” Edmund sniffled. “I’m going to miss you. I have no one to play on the swings with!”

“You can play with Lucy.” Edmund made a face at this suggestion, making Y/N sadly giggle. “Or Peter.”

“No, Lucy cries too much and Peter always kicks sand in my eyes.” 

A thoughtful look came over Y/N’s face and she looked down at the plush in her arms. After a small moment of what looked like intense thought, she held her teddy out towards Edmund. 

“Here, Ed, now you can have a friend!” Edmund hesitantly took the bear from Y/N’s hands and looked down at it. It was obvious Y/N really loved that thing because it was a bit raggedy and one of the brown button eyes was replaced with a bright green one. “Teddy likes it better here, anyway. You can take care of him.” 

Y/N awkwardly gripped her upper arm with her hand, swaying on her heels. Edmund hugged it to him and nodded stiffly. “He’s in good hands. I will protect him with my life.”

Both kids laughed and embraced before Y/N was whisked into the car. 

~

Dear Y/N, 

Happy 12th birthday! I’m sad I couldn’t be there for it, but I hope your cake was yummy. The picture my mum showed me looked absolutely delicious. She also said you took up archery at your new school! My school doesn’t offer that, so I thought that was cool. Did you shoot anything? I know you are too nice to shoot any animals but I never know with you. ;) I hung out with this girl in my English class the other day, she reminded me of you. She had long brown hair and blue eyes and a laugh that sounds like yours. She wasn’t as fun as you, though. I think she wants me to be her boyfriend. I’m not sure if I want to be her boyfriend. She kept trying to hold my hand. Her hand was sweaty. And she kept saying I have a cute smile. I don’t know how a smile can be cute? Teeth are weird. Peter said that was her way of trying to flirt with me. Do you flirt with boys at your school? What do you say?

Maybe we can play Minecraft together again soon. Last time we played I had a great time. Have your mom text mine and we can try to schedule something. I want a phone, it would be easier to talk to you.

I attached a picture of me and Teddy at the park. He misses you almost as much as I do.

I’ll be waiting for your response, 

Ed

.

Ed, 

Thank you for the birthday wishes. :D The cake was delicious, I wish you could have tried it!!! And to answer your question, yes, but I’ve only ever shot targets. It’s against school rules to shoot anything other than them. Sort of a bummer, though. 

Your not-girlfriend sounds nice. I agree with her, your smile is very nice. You always look so happy when you smile, especially when your eyes light up. 

I don’t really flirt with boys, boys are kinda gross. Not you of course, but the guys at my school. There is this one guy named Ethan who is kinda cute. He wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend though. My friend always talks about kissing him. I want to kiss someone...have you ever kissed a girl? 

My mum said I can get a phone when I turn 14. Then, we can text and call whenever we want! I miss you. How’s teddy? He looks so happy in that picture. I hung it on my bulletin board. 

Respond quicker this time, will ya?

Y/N

~

EDMUND!!!

I’M HAVING A CRISIS AT THE RIPE OLD AGE OF 13! Remember that boy, Ethan? Well, apparently he has a big crush on me. That’s fine, he’s cute and everything, but my friend has a big crush on him. I guess it’s like friendship code to not date him? I feel bad rejecting him. I kinda have a crush on someone already. I know he doesn’t like me though. 

Are you still dating that one girl? In your last letter, you said you were gonna break up with her. How’d that go? Did she cry? Did you cry? I hope you didn’t. I don’t like it when you cry. It makes me sad. 

Can you believe we’re teenagers now? It seems like just yesterday I was handing you Teddy and crying in the car for an hour. I hope we come back soon. But hey! I’m almost 14, which means I’ll be getting a cell phone. Maybe if I have a phone my mum can convince yours to get you one. 

I miss you, Ed. I hope to be back soon. 

Y/N. 

.

Y/N!!!!

I’m not sure if that really counts as a crisis, but okay. If you don’t like him, don’t date him. That’s why I broke up with mine. I discovered I kind of like someone else, so I broke up with her. And no, I didn’t cry. If felt like a relief more than anything. Let me know how the “crisis” turns out. 

I can’t wait until I get a phone. My entire grade has one, and so do Susan and Peter. I feel kind of left out, having to write letters when I want to talk to someone. It’s always fun when I get them, though. 

If I have to hear Stitches by Shawn Mendes one more time, my head is going to explode!!!! Susan keeps playing it on repeat. I tried to turn it off earlier and she almost broke my arm. Why are siblings so mean? Or are mine just weird? You’re lucky you’re an only child. I miss you too, Y/N. If you were here life would be so much easier. 

Edmund

~

“Edmund, you got a letter,” Lucy says, dropping the envelope on his desk. He was working on college applications, typing away on his laptop, and looking grumpy. Music blasted through his speakers as he worked. 

“I didn’t order anything?” He grunted in response, not taking his eyes off of the screen. 

“It’s from the girl you’re basically in love with, I think. It has her name on it.” Edmund looked at the envelope with scrunched eyebrows. Sure enough, it had her name and address written on the front in her familiar handwriting. His heart rate sped up while he gently (and shakily) broke the paper seal. Why didn’t she just text him? 

Hey, Edmund,

I know we haven’t talked since we were like 15 and I could have just texted you, but this seemed more nostalgic and romantic in a way. You know how I tend to romanticize everything. 

Anyway, I wanted to let you know we’re moving back for Senior year, crazily enough. A few years my ass, huh? We’ll be back on the 14th, so get ready for chaos. 

Seriously, I’m looking forward to seeing you outside of Instagram again. You don’t have to come see me if you don’t want to, I know it might be a bit awkward, but I’d really like it if you did. My address is 1014 Swanwhite Lane. Come stop by if you feel like it. 

I do miss you. Judging by your social media, you’re doing well. I’m happy to hear that. 

Hopefully, I’ll see you soon.

Y/N

“Oh my god, she’s coming back,” Edmund says, gripping the thin paper in between his thumb and middle finger. “What’s the date?” 

Lucy pulled her phone out of her pocket and unlocked it, “The 28th. Why?”

“She got back the 14th! She’s been back for ages and I had no idea, oh my god!” 

“Well, are you going to go see her? You lost your chance to sweep her off her feet by waiting for her to arrive.”

“Sweep her off her feet?” Lucy rolled her eyes and hit him with the rest of the family’s mail. 

“Don’t play stupid. I’ve heard you and Peter talking.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His eyes skimmed the letter again. Lucy snatched it from his fingers and hit him with it. 

“Don’t know what I’m talking about? Really, Ed? The whole ‘I’ve been in love with her since I was 8 years old’ thing you told Pete? You don’t recall? Or the fact you have her post notifications on?” Lucy read the letter herself. “She wants to see you! Come on, this is your chance. You haven’t even looked at a girl since you were like 13.” 

“I’ve been focusing on school. What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s a Friday night in the middle of August and you’re getting a head start on college applications. Ed, go see the girl.” 

“Mum will never let me,” Lucy held up one finger and left the room. After about 5 minutes, she returned and held his coat out to him. 

“She said to go have fun. Here, it might be chilly.” Edmund sighed and took his jacket. The corduroy felt soft under his fingers as he slid it on. 

“You don’t have to be so pushy, Lu.” 

Lucy smiled, “It’s only because I love you. Besides, if I didn’t push you, you wouldn’t go.”

~

Edmund sat on the curb across the street and looked up at Y/N’s house. It was well past 11 at this point and only one light in the house was on. Hopefully, it was Y/N’s. 

He awkwardly thumbed through his contacts before pulling up Y/N’s. The last text was on his birthday, a simple two message conversation consisting of “Happy Birthday!” and “Thanks!”

Look outside 

He watched nervously as his message went from delivered to read, but no typing bubble popped up. Edmund sighed and stood, shoving his phone into his jacket pocket and walking towards the house. Sure enough, the front door opened and a grown-up Y/N stepped out. She was still dressed, but her shoes were off and her hair was tied back. Edmund smiled at her mismatched socks, old habits die hard apparently. 

“I thought you were never going to come and see me,” Her voice was like honey. 

“I just got the letter today, so blame the postal service. Not me.” The two walked to the curb and sat down. 

“Well, I’m glad you still came. I was expecting you to wimp out.”

“Wimp out?! Why would I do that?” 

Y/N let out a forced chuckle and looked at the pavement. “Because you stopped answering my texts and calls.” She crossed her arms across her body and shivered. She was only wearing a short-sleeve shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. “But I get it, life gets in the way sometimes.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Are you cold?” Without waiting for an answer, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it across Y/N’s shoulders. It smelled like spearmint gum and pine. 

Y/N let out a real chuckle this time. “Smooth, Ed. Very cheesy.” 

“I will happily take it back.” 

“Please don’t, this is the closest I’ve been to you in years.” Her fingers gripped the material and closed it around her torso. She scooted closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. Edmund didn’t quite know what to do. “I missed you, Edmund. It’s so nice to see you again.” 

“I missed you too. Your return is a few years late.” His chest vibrated with a snicker. 

“I know, but I’m back now.” A moment of silence filled the air as the two tried to grow more comfortable in the familiar company. 

“I used to dream about sitting with you like this, you know,” Edmund said before he could stop himself. 

“You did?”

“Yeah, I used to picture us in all sorts of situations, but most of them were small things like this.” 

“But not anymore?”

Edmund sighed, laying his head on top of hers. His hair tickled Y/N’s forehead. “I figured you moved on from me.”

“Moved on? What do you mean?”

“I mean, you have so many friends and a new life… and we stopped texting as often. I don’t know, I thought you, maybe, outgrew me.” 

Y/N played with the zipper on Edmund’s jacket, making a small clicking noise fill the air. “I never outgrew you, Ed. In fact, a day didn’t go by that I didn’t wish I was here with you.” 

“I don’t see why. You had so many friends and such an exciting life. I’m rather dull in comparison.”

“You’re definitely not dull. And it doesn’t matter how many friends it seems like I have, you’re the only one I consider a best friend. I should have reached out more, maybe I could have had a better year.” 

Edmund shifted so he could wrap an arm around her waist. “Did you have a bad year?”

“Yeah, that’s sort of why we came back. But, I mean, I’m here with you, so everything has a bright side.” 

Edmund grinned and tightened his grip. “That’s one of the things I love most about you. You can always see the positives in everything.” Y/N pulled back and looked at his face. 

“I love it when you smile,” Y/N commented. “I could spend hours staring at that god damn smile.” Edmund’s cheeks reddened and his smile grew bigger. 

“Why don’t you, then? Stay with me for hours, I mean.” 

“I will if you let me, Pevensie.” 

Edmund sniffed once. 

“Did you ever end up dating that guy from your Chemistry class?” Edmund asks, studying the side of her face. His eyes scanned over her skin, admiring how soft it looked. 

“No, I’ve been in love with someone else for quite some time.” 

“What a lucky guy, then.” Edmund’s voice was only a bit louder than a mumble as he turned his head away from her. 

“Yeah, I guess he is. I’ve known him since I was really young.” 

“How’d you meet him?” Every word felt like a dagger into his stomach. 

“I don’t remember, he was always just there. Our dads were friends so we were friends. That’s just how the world works.” Edmund took his hand off of Y/N and placed it in his lap. 

“Oh, I see.” 

“Yeah, he’s super cute. He’s really smart, too, but kinda oblivious.”  

“Wow, he sounds great, Y/N. I’m so happy for you.” Each word sounded like he was choking them out. He stopped listening a few responses ago, but he still wanted to support her. No matter how hurt he felt, he was still her friend. 

“He’s the best person I’ve ever met, if I’m being quite honest. He can be a bit of an ass though.”

“What’s his name?” 

“You might know him,” Y/N tucked her hands into her sleeves before continuing. “His name is Edmund Pevensie.” 

“Wow, what a cool- wait what?” Y/N giggled at the look on his face. His eyebrows were lifted and his mouth was open slightly. 

“Yeah, I don’t know, maybe you’ve met him.” 

“You’ve been in love with me?” 

“Been and am, darling. God, when I got your text tonight my heart almost stopped.” Edmund was speechless, he couldn’t believe the girl he had been in love with for so long felt the same way. “Of course it’s okay if you don’t feel the same-”

“-No! I’m just shocked. I can’t believe this. I have loved you since we were little, I feel like I’m dreaming.” He couldn’t help but let the smile engulf his face, making his freckles stand out against his red cheeks. This was not what he was expecting when he had walked to her house. 

“There’s that handsome smile I love to see.” 

“So, you were waiting for me?” 

“Just like you were waiting for me. Lucy texted me about six months ago about how you never show any interest when she tries to set you up with girls. Now is just our time, unless you aren’t going to show interest in me.” 

“When did you get so sassy?” Edmund turned so he was facing her straight on. 

“When did you get so flust-” She was cut off mid-word by his warm lips being pressed against hers. He tasted like licorice and mint, and Y/N instantly got intoxicated off of his lips. Both parties had dreamed about this moment for years, so now that it was happening, it left them both feeling light-headed. Edmund pulled back and smirked. 

“Who’s the flustered one now?” He asks, hand cupping her cheek. 

“Does this mean you’re finally mine?”

“Y/N, I’ve always been yours. Hell, I’ll always be yours.” 

Edmund made a face as if he remembered something and reached into his backpack, “By the way, I’m not the only one who missed you.” He placed a very old teddy bear in his lover’s lap. 

He had raggedy fur and one green eye. 

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[et-lesailes]

always hungry

pairing: dad!johnny storm x reader

word count: 2399

summary: despite having a baby boy together, you and johnny don’t have the most conventional relationship.

themes: family life, fluff, romance, smut, lactation kink

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notes: sorry for the delay guys! hope you all enjoy :) graphic creds go to @thewritingdoll​ !

“So you guys are still… just friends.” Your best friend Madison looks at you with an arched brow, and you laugh as you take a sip of your drink. “Yup.” You affirm, and you see her exchange glances with your other friend, Leah. “Just friends… who have a baby together.” Madison states, the corner of her lips barely tugging upwards with amusement. You laugh again, making a face. “Can you stop? It just… it works for us, okay? Isn’t this better than him having left altogether and making me be a single mom? Besides, it’s more of an… open relationship kind of deal. I mean, he’s pretty sweet and lovey-dovey with me, you know? And we still sleep together. With protection.” You quickly add seeing the looks on your friends’ faces, though you can understand why they’re so skeptical and wary.

You and Johnny have never had a conventional relationship. You went from best friends to friends with benefits to admitting you had feelings for each other but also acknowledging neither of you were ready for a committed relationship. You had always been a bit too independent for your own good, and Johnny, well… he was Johnny. He was girl crazy, and he was too scared to be exclusive with only one- and you were absolutely fine with that.

And then he accidentally knocked you up. Finding out you were pregnant changed your entire life overnight. You had always wanted to be a mom, but you had never imagined it would happen like this. There was a lot of anxiety, tears, and heart-to-hearts with your best friends before you finally brought yourself to tell Johnny what had happened. At first, he was simply shocked. He told you he needed time to process, and you didn’t hear from him for about two weeks. It had been an awful time considering you were still stressing out about what to do with the pregnancy- when you assumed Johnny would simply never talk to you again, he suddenly came to your front door, telling you he was ready. He valued your friendship above anything else, and he was willing to take a part in the baby’s life if you were.

Now here you are, over a year later, proud mom to your baby boy Blaise Franklin Storm. Going through the pregnancy with Johnny by your side had its ups and downs, but it was actually quite shocking how supportive he was considering what an arrogant and sometimes juvenile playboy he could be. Now, the two of you practically act like a couple as it is, but it’s still not exclusive. Johnny’s free to do what he wants and you are as well, as long as both of you keep Blaise as priority- which isn’t difficult, considering the two of you are practically in love with him.

“An open relationship? Has he even slept with anyone recently?” Leah questions in amusement, crossing her arms. “Everytime you Snapchat or call us, Johnny’s there in the background. He’s practically attached to your hip, I’m surprised he’s not here right now.” You laugh softly, raising a brow. “Because he’s at home taking care of our son. You know, just a slightly important responsibility.” Madison scoffs, shaking her head to herself. “Are you really this blind, Y/N? This is Johnny we’re talking about. He wouldn’t have even known how to take care of a pet rock before Blaise came along, nor would he have even wanted to have one with a girl. Now he’s like, Dad of the Year. He obviously has feelings for you.” Leah immediately nods in agreement. “There’s no way he’d do something like this for just any friend of his. I see the way he looks at Blaise, and you, for that matter. He’s just lying to himself about his feelings.”

You want to brush off their ridiculous theories, but now that you think of it, he really hasn’t slept with another girl recently. Sure, he goes out partying and clubbing every now and then, but for the most part, he always comes back home to you after. Still, you shake your head as you finish your drink. “It’s fine, guys, really. I like the way our relationship is now. There’s no pressure, we’re good to each other, and we have the cutest baby in the world. Besides, both of us do better with the whole “no-strings-attached” thing, you know?” you said with a shrug, “So I want to keep it that way.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure your son is a pretty damn big string,” Madison replies, and you laugh, nudging her elbow. “You know what I meant! I mean the non-exclusive thing. Look, having a boyfriend isn’t my priority right now, and having a girlfriend isn’t his. We’re just… living. Raising a baby, having sex, you know… just… friend things.” You keep your face as straight as possible while your friends give you a look, before the three of you start cracking up. “Okay, okay, I know it’s weird.” You admit, “But I swear, it works. Just let it happen, alright?”

“Whatever you say, Y/N. As long as we get to be bridesmaids at the wedding,” Leah says with a playful smirk, and you roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” You glance at the time on your phone, clucking your tongue. “Anyways, I should probably get going. Last time I came back home from dinner and drinks with you guys, I walked in on Johnny playing peekaboo with Blaise using my underwear.” Your friends laugh as you stand up and gather your things. “Bring Blaise out next time! I want to squish his chubby little cheeks!” Leah calls as you leave, and you giggle as you nod, calling back, “Will do! See ya later!”

_

You come home to find your toddler adorned in a complete outfit of bubble wrap and a slightly oversized helmet, sitting in the yard giggling obliviously as Johnny is constructing an entire obstacle course consisting of cardboard boxes, toddler slides, and pipes. “Johnny!” you immediately exclaim, rushing over and scooping up Blaise. “What the hell are you doing?!” Johnny blinks and frowns, standing up and coming over. “Aw c’mon babe, me and B-Man are just having a little fun. He’s gonna love it, and look, I even put him in a protective outfit and everything. He’s fiiiine!” 

Blaise looks up at you with a giggle as if in agreement and you sigh, though you can’t help but smile- he just looks so damn adorable with the helmet almost covering his eyes, his ridiculous bubble wrap outfit taking up an unnecessarily large space in your arms. “Johnny. He’s six months old. Can you please stick to normal games like peekaboo or something?” Despite your scolding words and look of exasperation, there’s still a fondness in your eyes as you glance at your partner. You know he’d never actually let Blaise come in harm’s way; you trust him entirely. Johnny grins as he wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing at your cheek all over. “Our kiddo deserves to have way more fun than that. He’s a daredevil just like his handsome daddy, I already know it.” He playfully thumps Blaise’s helmet lightly. “Isn’t that right my little mini-me?” You watch as Blaise squeals in hysterical laughter, flouncing around in your arms. You already know Johnny’s right- Blaise is proving to be a carbon cop of him more and more each day, and you’re only slightly terrified of that. 

“Okay. Anyways, I’m going to take my son inside and change him into normal clothes.” You reply, and Johnny scoffs playfully as he swats your ass on your way in. “Have it your way. You’re only going to make him grow up into a scaredy-cat.” You laugh in amusement as he follows you inside, arching an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if the two correlate, but okay.” 

After changing Blaise into a comfy sleep onesie, it’s feeding time before he most likely drifts off to sleep. Johnny stands at the doorway, watching you as you settle yourself in the rocking chair of the nursery, cradling Blaise and pulling down your shirt and bra allowing your little baby to latch onto your nipple and start feeding. His father can’t help but come closer, gazing down at his little boy with fond eyes as he reaches down to stroke his wisps of light brown hair. “Look at that babe. Gonna be as handsome as his damn father, that’s for sure.” He marvels, and you chuckle softly, your eyes filled with love as you stare at his chubby face. “Hopefully he doesn’t break as many hearts as his father does,” you murmur, and Johnny smirks as he leans down and kisses your cheek. “Never gonna break yours though, sweetheart, and that’s all that matters right?”

 It isn’t long before little Blaise is fast asleep, milk dribbling down his chin. You chuckle as you wipe it off carefully with a burp cloth, about to stand up, but Johnny extends his arms. “Let me, babe.” He gently takes the sleeping child from you and goes over to the crib, setting him down lightly. You smile to yourself remembering how long it had taken for him to get the hang of that-- Johnny Storm was generally anything but gentle. “Thanks,” you whisper as you get up and adjust your shirt, sighing softly in content as you peer over the crib. “Goodnight, sweet boy. Mommy loves you so much.”

“Daddy loves you even more. That’s why he’s going to make you the coolest baby on the block.” Johnny whispers right after, and you giggle softly as you smack his arm. “Okay, okay, c’mon. Let’s go to bed, I’m exhausted.” He scoffs as he walks alongside you, shaking his head. “Oh, no. You can’t be exhausted, because you’re forgetting something.” You blink, stepping into the bedroom and glancing up at him. “What? Did I leave something out in the kitchen?” You’re about to leave to go check but he rolls his eyes and grabs your arm. “No, no-- get back in here, woman.” He pulls you to him only to scoop you up, walking over to the bed and playfully throwing you onto it. “You forgot to feed your other man.”  His smirk is wide as he looks down at you, crawling over you as he nibbles on his lip. “And he’s really hungry right now, baby girl…”

You scoff in amusement though can’t deny you’re already feeling turned on, reaching up to run your fingers through his buzzed hair. “He’s always hungry.” You mutter in response, yet allow him to push your top and bra up. “The little guy better have saved some for me.” You exhale shakily as he leans in, tongue running over your already leaking nipple. His lips slowly wrap around it, sucking with a devilish gaze in his eyes as he peers up at you. “Mm… you are… so tasty baby girl,” he mumbles, greedy tongue swirling around your sensitive bud as he keeps lapping up your milk. You can’t help but moan, tilting your head back and letting out a sigh of content. When your breasts are practically full and sore, Johnny always helps you feel better and lighter- even if he has a tendency to get rough at times. 

Still, he helps you feel more confident about yourself- in the beginning, you had always been a little embarrassed about leaking and slightly shy of breastfeeding. The first time he had suggested tasting your milk, you thought the idea ridiculous and humiliating, but when you felt so heavy you could barely move one night, he convinced you. Ever since then, you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling. You swear Johnny has a way of making anything feel good.

His large hand moves up, forefinger and thumb lightly pinching your other nipple and moving his mouth to catch the milk that sprays forth. “Mm… mmm…” he’s practically groaning to himself as he continues drinking, his other hand moving to rub your waist sensually enjoying the sounds of your whines and moans. “Johnny… o-oh…” 

When he’s finally had his fill, he pulls back and runs his tongue over his lips, giving you a mischievous grin as he smacks them loudly. “Have I mentioned that you’re the sexiest baby mama in the entire damn universe?” he murmurs, kissing and pecking at your breasts lovingly before fixing your bra and top again. You look down at him with a breathless smile, moving to playfully pull him down to lie beside you and cuddling close. “Can I talk to you about something?” you suddenly ask softly, remembering your conversation with Madison and Leah earlier in the evening. He looks down at you curiously, nodding as he gently plays with your hair. “Yeah, of course babe. What’s up?”

“Have you, uh, been seeing other girls lately?” you ask curiously, absentmindedly running your fingers over his chest. “It’s fine if you are, of course, I was just wondering…” He scoffs, relaxing one arm behind his head and using the other to hold you close. “Uh, yeah, obviously. Don’t you know who I am? Of course I’m seeing other girls, they’re all over me. Duh.” He scoffs a little too loudly and you blink before looking up at him with a lifted brow. He looks back down at you before finally clearing his throat sheepishly. “Okay, ah… maybe not so much these days. I mean, I dance with ‘em at clubs and stuff, you know, but…” he pauses and shrugs, eyes locking onto yours. “Guess I don’t really need to see girls anymore.” 

“Isn’t that… what you wanted?” you ask slightly confused, and he sighs as he pulls you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours. “That’s what I thought. And ya know, I still really do like going out and partying and doing my own thing- but I don’t want to be going off with some girl for the rest of the night, or having to keep in contact with her everyday. I just want to go home to you, and our son. That’s what I want at the end of the night more than anything else.”

You slowly smile, feeling almost euphoric. You tilt your head up and gently hold his face, kissing him softly. “Well that’s what you can have, babe. We’re all yours.”

#johnny storm x reader #johnny storm smut #johnny storm imagine #johnny storm fanfic #johnny storm fluff

[agerestorybits]

Fluff pile.

(Roman)

The pillow fort was made, the movies chosen. Popcorn popped. Apples sliced. Hot coco made.Smores baked. All that was left was for everyone to snuggle up and enjoy movie night.

Logan was the first down, wearing astronaut pj’s his paci on a star clip. “Cocoa?” He asked excitedly. Roman laughed and ruffled Logan’s hair. It was his night to babysit while all the others got to be little. He didn’t mind it at all. If anything it was one of his favorite moments to shine!

He pulled out all the stops, almost as if it was a friendly competition between all of them to see who could do the best job babysitting.

Roman handed Logan his mug, the one with simple math equations written on it like it was a chalkboard. “Tanks!” Roman smiled, Logan was in one of his younger head spaces.

“Where’s everyone else?” Roman asked.

“Soon.” Logan answered holding his mug carefully with both hands. Roman nodded.

“Do you need help to get settled into the fort?” Roman asked.

“I gots it!” Logan said, setting his mug down on the floor and collapsing into a bean bag before picking the mug back up.

Patton came down with Remus next. Patton in his cat onesie, Remus was wearing a zombie one. “Hi hi!” Patton waved. Remus copied him waving.

Remus going nonverbal when he was little. Roman waved back, He held out their mugs. Patton’s had ‘I like you a latte’ On it. Remus had eyes that were always looking at you.

“Hot chocolate!” Patton said happily. Remus smiled too. “Thanks!” Patton said as Remus just nodded.

“Enjoy!” Roman said eyes going to the stairs as Janus came down. He was wearing yellow and black ‘suit’ pajamas.

“Hot cocoa?” Roman asked. Janus smiled before looking at the snake mug. Roman noticed his hesitation. “Do you want it in a sippy cup?”

“Please?” Janus asked shily.

Roman waved his hand and a yellow sippy cup appeared. He poured the Hot chocolate in before closing it. He handed it over.

“Thank you.” Janus said quietly before going and taking his place in the corner away from everyone.

Patton and Remus sitting next to Logan. Roman smiled before doing a quick head count and coming up messing one.

He frowned and went hunting for Virgil.

“Stpid boton!” Virgil growled from his room. Roman knocked before sticking his head in.

“You don’t ok stormcloud?” Roman asked. He saw Virgil with his skeleton onesie misbuttoned as he tried to straighten it out.

“Help?” Virgil asked looking up at him.

Roman stepped in and quickly rebuttoned the onesies before just picking Virgil up. “Let’s ok watch a movie ok?”

“Mkay.” Virgil said hanging on to Roman as they went downstairs.

He got Virgil settled with his bat mug of hot cocoa before pulling out the snacks and turning on the movie, (Aristocats.) He settled down next to Janus in the corner. Janus curled up against him sideways, not afraid of spilling his drink. Roman hugged him with one arms as he’s eyes scanned over the others for any problems. Seeing none he turned back to the movie.

Perfect.

(Logan)

He took them all ‘camping’. (It was in the common rooms). He put glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and sleeping bags on the floor. There was a lantern on the floor that acted as the ‘campfire.’

Everyone was in their sleeping bags with their stuffed animals.

“Story?” Virgil asked from behind his paci. His arms are filled with a giant stuffed cat.

“I was planning on talking about some constellations.” Logan said.

“Oh.”

“What a con-steal-thing?” Patton asked.

“It’s a set of stars that makes a picture.”

“I like pictures!” Roman said.

“Can we just sleep?” Janus muttered. “I’m tired.” He rubbed his eyes.

Remus frowned at that. Patton looked at him. “Do you wanna hear about the Con-steal-thingies?”

“Constellations.” Logan corrected.

Remus nodded holding his plush squid to his chest. Half of his face hidden behind it.

Logan spend about an hour talking about them. The stars that made them up. (Whatever else you talk about constellations…..) Before he noticed that everyone had fallen asleep except Roman who was still wide awake listening. He was staring at Logan with awe.

“You’re so smart!” Logan paused before smiling.

“Thank you. Now I believe it’s time to sleep.” Logan said.

“Awww.” Roman groaned. Logan paused again.

“Do you want to see something?” Logan asked.

Roman nodded excitedly. Logan turned off the lantern. Roman looked up and saw the glow in the dark stars. He laid down staring at them. “Wow...You’re the best!”

“Sleep now.” Logan said, opening his own sleeping bag.

Roman nodded, still staring at the stars. He lifted his hands as if reaching for the stars. “I wish I was a star.”

“You already are.” Logan promised.

Roman giggled before yawning. He snuggled deeper into his sleeping bag and let his eyes drift closed.

(Patton)

The playground was made to be larger than a normal one so that when they played on it they felt smaller.

Patton watched from a bench as they all ran around playing. Remus (as always when he was little) stuck near Patton and was playing with toys around the bench.

Virgil was building a sand village with Logan in the sand box. Roman was pushing Janus on the swings.

They would play for another hour or so before Patton would call them over for lunch and a nap.

Remus tugged on Patton’s pant leg and handed him a barbie doll. He flapped his hands and pointed at the doll then to Patton.

“You want me to play too?”

Remus nodded and started bouncing. He flapped his hands again and grabbed another doll whose hair he was carefully brushing out.

Patton got down onto the ground with him and put a pair of shoes on the barbie before putting it in the dumptruck.

Remus frowned and shook his head. He dumped the barbie out and put a handful of grass in the truck.

Patton laughed. “Ok then. She doesn’t go there.”

Remus nodded and pointed at the grass and then at the truck. He pulled up more grass and put it in.

“Grass goes in there.” Patton clarified.

Remus shook his head.

“....trash?” Patton guessed. Remus smiled and he knew he got it right. He helped pull up some more grass till it was full.

Roman and Janus walked over, “Food?”

“Oh right!” Patton got up. Remus frowned. Patton ruffled his hair, “We can play again in a little bit kiddo.”

Remus huffed.

“Virgil! Logan! Lunch time!” Both of them ran over. Patton had packed sandwiches and juice boxes.

Everyone was quick to eat except Remus who kept playing.

“It’s time to eat now.”

Remus stared at him before. “N-n-no.” He forced out. Patton stared at him stunned. Remus never spoke in little space.

“What do you mean no?” Patton asked.

Remus pointed at the toys. “I know you want to keep playing but food is important too.”

“Pffft!”

“Remus.” Patton warned.

Remus started to tear up. Patton pulled him into his lap, “How about you eat while you play? Would that work?”

Remus nodded. He tried to put a handful of grass in his mouth. “NO! Nono! We’re eating sandwiches not grass!”

Remus sighed but accepted the sandwich.

Lunch was over quickly and there were a few yawning faces. “Time to go back.”

Remus crossed his arms and pouted as Patton picked up the toys. “Come on Remus.”

Remus turned his head away. Patton sighed and slowly started to walk away. Remus made a panicked noise and ran over, grabbing Patton’s hand. “You can keep playing back home...ok?”

Remus reluctantly nodded.

(remus)

Painting! What better activity was there for a bunch of littles? He thought. And the paint was edible...at least he ate it plenty of times with no problems.

Logan was busy carefully painting solid shapes. Virgil was painting colored cobwebs. Roman was making a castle with himself standing on the top of it. Patton was painting everyone. Janus was painting...himself.

Not on canvas. No he was covering himself in paint.

“We can play in the paint later.” Remus said.

“Bap!” Janus giggled as he slapped Remus in the face covering his face in blue paint. Remus licked some of it off.

“I’m supposed to tell you off for that. But it was funny so I won’t.” Remus said picking Janus up and carrying him into the kitchen to clean both of them up.

Janus giggled as he was cleaned up and ‘helped’ Remus get clean by hitting him in the face with the wet rag. “Thank you for helping little snake!”

“Welcom.” Janus said swinging his legs from where he sat on the counter.

“Help!” roman yelled. Remus picked up janus again and carried him back in. Roman had knocked over a paint jar all over his painting. He looked up at Remus panicked.

“Uh oh.” Patton said looking over. He patted Roman’s head trying to comfort him.

“Aww it’s ok. I can fix it!” Remus promised. He got a good look at what Roman had painted before he left and easily repainted it on a new canvas and replaced the ruined one. Roman inspected it closely before beaming.

“Thank you!”

“No problem.”

“Finisheded.” Logan said firmly. Remus looked at the carefully stacked shapes that filled the canvas perfectly.

“Good job!” Remus gave him a small hug.

“I wanna hug too!” Virgil said.

“Hey! Me too!” Patton said.

Remus grinned before grabbing both of them and pulling them close. He squished them together.

“Cuddle puddle!” Janus yelled jumping on them.

Remus laughed as Roman and Logan joined.

(janus)

It was easy, turn on the t.v pull out some toys and just sit back. Janus didn’t put much work into watching them. Even if Roman and Virgil competed for the ‘best’. He preferred to just have a relaxed non stressed time watching them.

Patton was showing Remus how to build a tower of blocks. Logan was reading a story book. Roman was watching sofia the first with Virgil.

All and all a very easy and relaxed afternoon.

Just the way he liked it. Logan crawled over with his book. “Ummm.”

“Do you want me to read to you?” Janus asked.

“It got big words.” Logan muttered embarrassed.

“Of course.” Janus had him sit down on the couch next to him. He put an arm around Logan and opened the book.

He didn’t notice Patton and Remus had come over to listen till Patton tugged on his pant leg. “Can we see the pictures too?”

He smiled, “Of course.” He tilted the book so they could see too.

It wasn’t long before Roman and Virgil wandered over as well.

He hadn’t planned on story time, but he had no problems with the change in schedule.

(Virgil)

You’d think that cooking would be what Patton would suggest for them. But no, Virgil set them all up decorating sugar cookies for halloween.

There were bats, pumpkins, and cats. All being colored in rainbow colors.

“It’s you!” Roman said holding up a bat cookie that was colored with purple.

“Thanks.” Virgil said taking the cookie.

Roman laughed, “I’mma make me next.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I’m red bat...to match you.” Roman said.

“We’re cats!” Patton said. Virgil turned to see Patton and Remus with frosting whiskers.

“OH! Na….yeah! You are! Good job!” He bit his lip trying not to laugh.

Janus drew an angry pumpkin and Logan made a happy pumpkin. “It’s important to have friends.” Logan informed him off hand.

“Yes. Very.” Virgil agreed.

“Patton! We suppose to eat the frosten on the cookies!” Roman said.

Patton was licking the frosting off his butter knife. “Mmm? BUt it’s GOOD!”

Virgil broke down laughing.

“V! It’s not funny! He’s not following the rules!” Roman said angry.

“Yeah!” Logan agreed looking up.

“He can...have some frosting.” Virgil said between laughs.

Janus took a bite out of his cookie. “It’s good!”

“See?” Patton said pointing.

Roman grumbled under his breath as he went back to coloring his red bat.

All in all a very successful cooking play date.

----

“So who won?” Roman asked.

Janus rolled his eyes, “Does it matter?”

“I think everyone won!” Patton said.

“I mean...the park was fun.” Virgil said.

“So was cooking.” Patton said.

“The camping thing was fun.” Roman admitted.

“I enjoyed painting.” Janus said quietly.

“Movie night was great!” Remus said.

“I enjoyed reading with Janus.” Logan said.

“Oh yeah! That was great!” Remus agreed.

“It was nice.” Virgil admitted.

“So Janus won?”

Janus looked up, “What?”

“Good job.” Roman said. “I’ll get you next round.”

“This isn’t...oh forget it.” Janus rolled his eyes, secretly very pleased with being voted the best.

#agere roman #agere remus #agere patton #agere logan #agere virgil #agere janus #cg roman #cg remus #cg patton #cg logan #cg virgil #cg janus

[daydreaming-jessi]

Day seven: free day

The final beetlelands week piece, made it just in time. Here’s to many more!

It was a bit of an atypical day. Sandy had, for homesickness related reasons, brought a metric ton of Saturn sand to the backyard of the Deetz-Maitland home. Lydia wanted to keep it, because it was sand from Saturn, but the sand had to be taken care of lest it ruin their hard worked upon garden. Adam volunteered to help clean it up while Barbara and Beetlejuice elected to stay in and do some spring cleaning in the attic. Well, Barbara was doing spring cleaning.

Beetlejuice, however, seemed to be determined to distract Barbara from said cleaning. “Babs. Hey. Hey Barbara. Ba-arb, look!”

Barbara blew a distracting strand of hair out of her face, carefully wiping dust off the coffee table while Beetlejuice continuously tried to vocally prod her from the couch. She smiled triumphantly at the pock marks being successfully wiped away. It’s taken her quite a few tries to successfully put proper pressure on the cleaning cloth, but with some practice, it was getting much easier to do.

Suddenly arms wrapped around her hips, startling Barbara into dropping the cloth. She hadn’t even heard Beetlejuice get off the couch. “Bee, I’m trying to clean here. If you’re gonna distract me, then go do something else,” she huffed, twisting her head to glare at the demon grinning up at her.

“But Barbara, I wanna cuddle,” Beetlejuice crowed, yanking them both side to side. He batted his eyes adorably, in the way he knew that Barbara had a hard time resisting.

“We could cuddle sooner if you helped me clean up in here,” Barbara replied steadily, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

“You and Adam are such neat freaks. What’s wrong with a few decorative cobwebs? Makes it feel homey in here,” Beetlejuice finally let her go to float backwards into a corner of the attic where a home of spiderwebs lay.

Barbara jolted at the sight of the webs. “Because it shows other people we don’t care about our home!” She said, coming over with a new dust cloth to clean the silk up. Beetlejuice stayed stubbornly in place, forcing Barbara to try and reach around his body. She was quickly stopped by a second pair of arms sprouting out from Beetlejuice, grabbing her hands and spinning her.

“A, who is gonna come see our attic, and dos, who cares what other people think? All that matters is that we look creepy and have an excellent aesthetic,” Beetlejuice said, moving to spin Barbara around the attic. She couldn’t help but giggle at the impromptu dance, partially glad for the distraction.

Cleaning the attic wasn’t exactly necessary, Barbara and Adam usually kept it well maintained, and even Beetlejuice kept from tossing things wherever he pleased for them, but Barbara had been drilled by her parents to always keep her home spotless. She didn’t keep to the part that the task was only a woman’s job, she and Adam shared the work equally, as one should, but it was hard to shake off the rest of the teachings.

The two finally stopped their spin in front of the couch, where Beetlejuice swayed back and forth, his eyeballs actually rolling in his eye sockets. Barbara snickered at his antics, but took a step back. “Alright, enough distracting me, you. I still need to sweep under the furniture,” she said.

Beetlejuice leaned backwards with a groan onto the couch, making it creak and sag dangerously. “You literally sweep up here every two days, Babs. There’s not gonna be anything there to sweep,” he pointed out.

Barbara shrugged self consciously. “It’s important to do, in case there is any dust buildup,” she argued.

“Literally, who cares? It’s under furniture, we don’t ever have to deal with it. You know normal people don’t clean attics, right? Chuck and D aren’t, like, expecting you to clean up here, and Adam has sawdust all over his workstation all the time, he ain’t some kind of neatfreak. You’re literally just doing this for nothing,” he pointed out, shooting Barbara a pout.

She tried to think of a counter, but found she had nothing that would satisfy Beetlejuice. “It’s just something I’m gonna do, alright?” She finally said, turning to grab the broom.

Beetlejuice frowned and crossed his arms and legs, looking like a sulking child. “Fi-ine, whatever floats your boat, Barbie.”

Barbara froze, before slowly turning back to Beetlejuice. “What did you just call me?” She asked, her voice strained.

Beetlejuice shot her a strange look, before answering, “Uh, Barbie..?” Barbara’s shoulders rose up, and realization lit up Beetlejuice’s radiation green eyes, and a grin began to stretch across his face. “What, you don’t like it?”

“It’s awful,” Barbara replied flatly, crossing her arms.

“You don’t wanna be called Barbie?” Beetlejuice cooed.

“Why would I wanna be called that dumb dress up doll brand?” Barbara replied, her cheeks blazing red.

“Holy shit, you hate it! That’s hilarious!” Beetlejuice cackled, falling onto his back.

“What’s so funny? I don’t even look like that doll! It doesn’t make sense,” Barbara huffed.

“Oh my god, I am so using this, this is fantastic! You’re so mad!”

Barbara gasped. “Don’t you dare!”

Beetlejuice paused his laughter and shot her an evil grin. “Oh really? Whatcha you gonna do?”

Barbara pointed a finger at him warningly. “I will not hesitate, Lawrie.”

Upon hearing her nickname for him, Beetlejuice’s grin impossibly widened, cracking his jawbones. It was a strange name the ghost couple had come up with, but he loved how warm it made him feel. Beetlejuice raised his hands reassuringly, looking away innocently. “Ok, ok, I’ll be good. No more of that nickname from me,” he said.

Barbara shot him a suspicious look, slowly turning back to her previous task. “Alright…”

“Yup. Not even gonna think of the word, trust me Barbi-“

“That’s it!”

Barbara tackled Beetlejuice on the couch, tucking his legs firmly between her thighs as she sat upon his lap and the air filled with his crackling laughter. She began to dig her fingers into his sides, making the demon jump from the sudden, tickling sensation.

“Weh-! No! No fair, I can’t actually feel your ghost fingers, no!” He wheezed, trying to shove her away.

“I told you, this is just what you get for not listening!” Barbara grinned, using one hand to clamp the demon’s hands above him, her dancing fingers moving from Beetlejuice's expansive belly to his armpits.

“No, stop! Oh my god, stop!” Beetlejuice howled. He managed to wriggle onto his stomach, but found it didn’t help, as she had more access to his neck, and began to kiss it as she dug into his sides, knowing it was just as ticklish as any other spot. “Knock it off, you wraith!” Beetlejuice wheezed, rolling back to his previous position and shoved his feet to press against Barbara’s chest. She giggled, and lurched forward again, her fingers wiggling threateningly towards his sides.

Beetlejuice pushed her back and Barbara found herself hanging against Beetlejuice’s feet above the demon. “Aw, c’mon, that’s not fair!” Barbara laughed, wriggling against Beetlejuice’s surprisingly strong calves.

“I don’t care if it’s fair, I never play fair, Barbie!” Beetlejuice grinned.

Barbara squawked in mock outrage, making grabbing motions at Beetlejuice. “I will get you back for that dumb nickname, you jerk!” She threatened, her smile wider still.

Beetlejuice laughed at how futile her attacks were, watching her for a moment.

Her blond hair was flying around wildly, roughed up from the play fighting, her face was red and she was huffing, slightly out of breath, and her eyes. They were crinkled up with laugh lines, shining brighter than the surface of UY Scuti, bluer than the depths of the ocean, and filled to the brim with care, and they were directed to him. She was laughing so beautifully, filled with adorable snorts and chortles, it made his long dead heart quiver like it was struck with heart attack inducing arrhythmia. He loved these moments, loved how easy and warm they were. Loved that he was never afraid of her and Adam, never had to hide himself from them. He could just lose himself, freely tease them and just enjoy his afterlife. He loved Barbara and Adam so much…

Wait.

Beetlejuice froze, his face falling into one of shock, and Barbara paused upon seeing this. “Lawrie? What’s wrong?” She asked.

Beetlejuice stared at her for a long moment, his hair starting to darken to a gorgeous magenta she’d never seen before. His eyes traced her face, the demon unnerving,h silent, before blinking out of his stupor.

“I love you,” he said, voice breathless.

Barbara froze, staring back at him in shock. He… he said that. He actually said that.

The door opened, causing the two to look up. “You would not believe how much sand a sandworm can carry from Saturn, I’m more dust than ghost right now,” Adam huffed, patting his clothes down as he came in. He looked up and paused upon seeing the scene, before smiling a fond grin.

“What are you two doing now?” He asked, leaning back and crossing his arms. His hair was highlighted with a warm copper tone, dusted a gray-yellow from the Saturn sands, his body framed by the golden sun filtering through the attic windows. His green eyes were twinkling, so fond and happy of the sight before him.

“And I love you,” Beetlejuice said, his voice in awe at the long known realization finally washing over him.

Barbara whipped her head back around to stare wide eyed at a Beetlejuice again, and Adam nearly choked on the sand still built up in his throat.

Beetlejuice seemed to have realized that the room was now silent. His hair became a flustered pink, white and blue. “I-“ he gulped, pale. He’d ruined it, he ruined everything. He went too fast, veered too far off course, he fucked it all up like he always did-

Suddenly Beetlejuice was almost knocked off the couch with an arm full of Barbara. She had his cheeks squished together and was pressing hundreds of kisses to his face. “Love you too, god, I love you too!” She whispered between kisses, reassuring and happy.

They were both enveloped in Adam’s arms as he scrunched into the couch behind Beetlejuice’s back. He pressed a warm, long kiss to Beetlejuice’s ear, grinning widely. “Love you too,” he added, resting his forehead against Beetlejuice’s hair. Barbara chuckled at his long gesture, before looking back to make sure the other colors were gone from Beetlejuice’s hair.

The magenta was back, and the tension was gone. He looked dazed, but there was a huge, drunk grin on Beetlejuice’s face, looking like he’d just been told that hallucinogens were reintroduced to modern medical treatment. “Cool,” he rasped, his voice somehow even more gravelly than before, and his body was lax. He didn’t need to hold onto the Maitlands tight, they were right here, they weren’t leaving. He had all the time in the world to just soak in their softness.

#jessi doodles #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #adam maitland #barbara maitland #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #beetlelandsweek2020 #beetlelands #goldenbeetle

[terminally-karkalicious]

allow me to rant about the only thing that has been in my brain for the past two months and that is doll customizing babeyyyyy

i know there’s a 90% chance that you wont give a Shit about any of this but here we go anyways

SO first you gotta choose a doll. preferably one with a high range of motion to avoid creating new joints or having annoying limitations like not having elbow joints for some fucking reason. what the fuck mattel. give monster high dolls back their ball jointed shoulders and elbow joints. smh

the most common dolls ive seen used as bases are monster high and ever after high. most customs ive seen are highly stylized so the stylized face molds work well for those types of dolls but dolls like barbies are good for when you want a more realistic face-ups.

once you’ve got your base picked out you gotta wipe that bitch’s face off with like. acetone or nail polish remover or something strong like that. you can also use acetone to shrink doll heads which is cool as hell imo. n e way once the face is wiped you gotta chop off the hair and remove the hair plugs from the inside. ive seen this done several ways but the easiest and most common way ive seen is to dunk the head into boiling water for ~30 seconds until it gets squishy and malleable. once you’ve got the head back, you can use pliers (i think tweezers would work in a pinch) to pull out the hair plugs which are kinda icky because theyre covered in glue and other gross shit. ew

now you must decapitate the doll. dunk em back in the boiling water to soften them back up then just tug the head off. the neck pegs look funky and are usually a different color than the body so thats cool ig

once the head’s off, you can start the face-up which is basically just giving the doll a new face using stuff like watercolor pencils, acrylic paint, gouache, and a whole lot of other stuff. hell ive seen people use person makeup on these dolls.

next,,,,, hair. there’s about twenty million ways to do hair from gluing yarn wefts to sewing to rerooting with purchased nylon doll hair or yarn wefts but i’m gonna talk about the most common one ive seen which is rerooting and gluing.

before you can reroot, you need doll hair. which, as i mentioned, can be bought at stores like the doll planet or made at home with yarn in literally any color. have fun with it! make rainbow hair or something idk

to make homemade wefts, you take some acrylic yarn, cut it twice as long as you want the hair to be (keep in mind you can cut and style the hair once it’s been rerooted), fold them in half, and tie it to something sturdy like a wire coat hanger for the next step.

once you’ve got your yarn tied to your hanger, use a pet brush and brush the yarn until it’s wispy and looks like hair. then take a straightening iron and iron the weft flat. then remove from the hanger and boom. hair wefts. ta-da

to reroot the wefts onto the head, use a rerooting tool (which can be as simple as a needle with the eye cut at angle) (just google it please i’m shit at descriptions)) to poke small sections of the hair into the head. you can use the pre-existing rooting holes for your own reroot as they’re usually pretty reliable. to reroot, take a small length of you doll hair (about 10-15 strands), loop it in half, and put the middle of the loop into the reroot tool. poke the end of the tool with the hair on it into the pre-existing hole and remove the tool. the hair *should* stay in and fill up that plug!! also remember to plug thickly at the hairline and part of the hair where it's most noticeable. it doesnt matter as much in the center of the head as that’s not usually visible on the doll. once you’ve rerooted, squeeze in strong glue through the neck hole and squish around the head to make sure it covers all the plugs and secures them in place. then pour hot water onto the head to make the hair lay flat for styling later.

also, you can reroot yarn directly into the head to make thicker, more textured hairstyles. and since the yarn is thicker, you dont need to glue the inside of the head for the hair to stay in place!!

if youre not doing body modifications (which are also cool as hell) then it’s time for clothes but clothes are boring and i like body mods more so i’m gonna rant about them instead

the material ive seen most doll artists use is apoxie sculpt, which is like play doh on steroids. it comes in two parts which you gotta mix together for some reason. why dont they sell it pre-mixed. what was the reason. also once it’s dry it’s super super strong and you can sand it, drill into it, paint it, and all kinds of stuff. very nice and i want some for myself.

you can use hand saws and drills and shit to whack off doll limbs to make stuff like digitigrade legs or new joints. also dont be afraid to use other mismatching doll parts when customizing like heads and bodies and forearms and hands and shit. it literally does not matter if youre gonna recolor the doll anyways so have fun with it. make frankenstein’s doll if youre feeling spicy

accessories my beloved. stuff like tiny beads and clay baubles and shit will literally transform the entire doll plus they’re adorable and multi-purpose

i suppose i must talk about clothes now. ah well. you can find great clothing patterns if youre new to customizing on other customizer’s etsy shops and probably google although those will probably be lower quality than paid pattern pieces. and keep in mind that if it exists as clothing irl, you can likely make it doll-sized. there are literally no limits to your clothing options as long as you can execute your idea.

the once all your components have been made, you can assemble the doll again!! and finally see what all the parts look like together!! very cool 10/10 stars.

ight that wraps up my doll rant. i could really go into more detail on certain parts but thats a whole other rant for a whole other day smh. sorry for fucking flooding your inbox ender ahaha……………. you asked for this

little did you know that dolls have been one of my favorite things since like ever. if i can read a 25 chapter long fanfic i can read this B)

mattel definitely fucked up by completely ruining MH doll designs and just stopping EAH, alot of their profits most likely came from people who collect and customize dolls and by changing MH doll designs/Stopping EAH dolls they 1. most likely lost a small (or big if we're not jus talking people who customize dolls) part of their profit and 2. made it harder for doll customizers to make dolls/get commissions out rather quickly because they probably have to waste more time making joints or learning how to make joints.

EAH/MH dolls (specifically MH dolls) had AMAZING MODELS because there was so much variety with height, face shapes, etc (my favorite molds had to be the short/tall dolls and the cat molds because of the tails) and doll customizers really went all out with enhancing a molds unique features. The only "downside" abt MH dolls is that they (or atleast most)(from what i remember)) had slimmer faces but wider eyes while EAH dolls have wider faces with slimmer smaller which left a canvas for the face and not the eyes (and vice versa for MH dolls)

I've never seen any videos where a barbie is customized (maybe because i absolutely despised barbies at the time) so I'll definitely have to check those out but they seem to be good for realistic makeovers. I've seen like like semi realistic makeovers for EAH/MH dolls that were pretty good too tho (pretty sure mostly EAH dolls since yk MH dolls were used for creature makeovers while most EAH dolls weren't)

yeah i was always amazed by the head shrinking with acetone. honestly i still am?? idunno i have no idea how that chemical bullshit works. Ive seen a few of uh makeovers that just pain over the face (in multiple layers ofcourse) but that's usually when they're painting the entire body a different colour (again usually when they're turning a doll into a funky little baby man). I've also seen a few that just chop the hair off and take out the hair plugs yk without uuh like softening the head or just go straight for the hair plugs after taking off the head (i used to do that it was funny to me??). i always really liked when they used watercolour pencils or just colour pencils in general to draw/sketch on the face cause like wow ur drawing on ur doll without ruining it?? kinda epic maybe even poggers and pogchamp?? oh god my brain is failing wjshsmsj.

Watching them putting the hair back on the doll was, other than the face stuff, was the BEST part for me. Favorite type of hair was iuuuuuh was either thick yarn or brushed out yarn. Literally worship the people that would reroot the hair, theyre the most patience people on this earth!! it's literally insane but i guess that's what happens when you've been doing that for years? you guess kinda get used to it. when they put glue into the head does it just become stiff?? like it's just a clump of dried glue or does it like..hollow out again??

dude you literally cannot convince me most of the supplies used for doll makeovers. APOXIE CLAY LOOKS SO FECKING GOOD. its edible and i will die on that hill. The body mods are literally so amazing!!!!! it's so impressive how theyre able to imagine certain features THEN LIKE ACTUALLY MAKE IT LOOK ACCURATE TO WHAT THEY WANTED TO LOOK LIKE AFTER LIKE ON TRY (or many yk trial and error is very necessary for..everything). Absolutely loved when doll customizers would saw off a dolls legs and use different ones or just completely get rid of the torso to use a different one. it's like uuh that one big guy that's mismatched and sewn together. very cool. The accessories are so fun!! just small little details you seen really need but can add because it's your feckin doll!! I used to be absolutely obsessed over the doll clothes i would find on etsy, so much so that i started sewing shitty shirts and dresses for my uh "customized" dolls (they were absolute HORRORS idk WHY my mom let me feck up my dolls like that).

Thank you for this!! i haven't been able to talk about any of my interests for a while and this just really made me happy!!

Question fer u my fellow MH/EAH enthusiast: what was your favorite MH/EAH movie/episode and doll series. Mine was The fusion dolls (MH obvi) and that MH movie "Haunted" cause we got to know more about Spectra :D

#YOOOO LONG POST?! #long post #:) hehehe #this was very fun to read cant wait for ur next fanfic length ask #asks :D #theoreticallyjasper

[definitelynotsuzumi]

Hair Rollers (Zen x Reader)

You finally said yes to move in with Zen and you needed to pack up. And of course, you invited your boyfriend to help out in cleaning and packing up. Shenanigans ensue.

Zen cursed the warm weather as he strode towards the small block of apartments. It is the day when you finally move out of your rented apartment to live with him, months since the last RFA party. Fanning himself by tugging at his black shirt under his pristine white coat, Zen stopped in front of your door.

'This is the first time I have ever been to Y/N's place,' He thought. His hands grew clammy. Did he look good enough? Did his breath smell? Shaking his head, Zen popped a breath mint into his mouth for good measure.

Taking a good look at himself in the camera of his phone, he grinned. Perfect, as always.

Pressing the doorbell, Zen let out a huff to steel himself. The sound of feet pounding and a screech reminiscent of an eagle rang through the peaceful air of the apartment. Seconds later, the door flung open.

Zen felt his heart skip a beat as he took in your appearance. Your H/C hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, with your mouth nearly dripping with toothpaste foam. You were wearing a large white shirt which you had "borrowed" from him and a pair of black shorts. You were beautiful in his eyes, even though you apologized.

He could feel his heart glow as you shut the door after him and bound for the toilet to finish your wash up routine.

"I am so sorry you had to see me like that. I-I kinda ended up oversleeping and-Oh...This is nice..."Zen cut you off by embracing you. Giving you a light kiss on your forehead, Zen took a deep breath of your hair, which smelled like roses.

"Aww, don't worry about it, okay?" Zen squished your cheeks together affectionately.

"I'm guessing you haven't eaten your breakfast yet? Let's eat together." Zen absentmindedly ruffled the top of your head. Sitting together in the tiny living room that you had, both of you enjoyed a sugary breakfast of cereal and milk while putting on an old Barbie movie.

"I bet if I was in Erika's situation, the guards will also unlock the gates for me," Zen said as he finished off his cereal. The milk and cereal in your mouth threatened to spill out as you laughed.

"I mean, how can anyone resist me? I'm perfection in human form!" Zen puffed his chest out as you spied a stray piece of cereal on the corner of his mouth.

"Mm...Okay, Mr. Perfection, there is a little cereal right there," You pointed to the corner of your mouth.

"What? Ah..." Zen swiped it into his mouth, flushing a little in embarrassment, "That doesn't change that I'm perfect!"

"I know, I know~" You smiled teasingly as you rubbed his nose.

Stretching as you turned off your television, you adjusted your ponytail, making it messier than ever.

"Let's begin!"

After what felt like hours of moving furniture around and vacuuming all the dust and dirt, it was time to pack your things up.

"Wow, baby, I didn't know you wore things like this!" Zen held out a black bikini - your swimsuit.

Your face flushed. As an embarrassed screech escaped you as you bounded forward to wrest your swimsuit away from your boyfriend.

"I'd love to see you in it one day...Baby, let's go to the beach one day, okay?" Zen noticed you pause. With a gasp, you made your way to your closet, pulling away from the hoodie that was half-covering a plastic box.

"What did you find, babe?" Zen took your hoodie and folded it, placing it into a box.

"My hair rollers!" You turned to him excitedly," I haven't seen them in ages!"

Thinking of the possible hairstyles you could do, your eyes found Zen's. Instantly, Zen began backing away slowly.

"Y/N, no."

"Yes."

"No."

"Y/N, yes!"

Screeching like no other filled the air once again. Zen found himself finishing up the packing with the hair rollers stuck in his hair.

"Babe...Can I take it off?"

"Nope."

"The movers are going to be here soon, please."

"Still a no."

"Please, baby?"

The doorbell rang as Zen cursed under his breath, ducking into the toilet for safety as the movers took your things into the van.

Once they were gone, you giggled to yourself as Zen poked his head out.

"Are they gone?" Zen peeked, the rainbow-colored hair rollers in his hair looking goofy.

"Yes, baby. Don't worry." Pressing a kiss on his pouting lips, you carefully tugged the hair rollers out. Gently brushing through the now-curled hair, you burst into laughter.

His usually sleek hair had become extremely fluffy and messy. Yet, he still looked attractive as ever.

"Ah...Don't laugh so hard...C'mon it can't be all that bad-" Zen turned to face the mirror in the bathroom. His jaw dropped.

"Yes, it's not bad, baby...You're just so freaking adorable!" You squeezed his cheeks.

"I'll show you what's adorable!" Pale white fingers made for your stomach as you screeched in fear of what was to come. You were too late as Zen hugged you from behind.

"Wanna tease me some more? Hm? Hm?" Zen laughed maniacally as you squirmed in his arms, giggling uncontrollably as he tickled you. As he tickled, he peppered your face with kisses.

The tickles finally stopped as he held you in his warm arms.

"I love you, babe. I honestly can't wait to wake up...And see you...Right by my side." Zen pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You kissed his lips as you turned to face him.

"Then...Shall we go?"

"Let's go."

#mystic messenger #zen #hyun ryu #zen x reader #romantic #fluff #zen fluff