#plus some of em match her DRESS

[c0tt0ncandi]

💙About Last Night💙

A/N: Hey y'all! So I have another one shot! I have a few more Fics in the lineup, but I was having major writers block so that's why it took so long. Plus I overthink everything! I couldn't find any songs to properly fit this story so I hope this is okay.

Pairing: Smoke and Annie. Also a very tiny appearance of Stack and Lena!

Warning: This fic includes a lot of smut! So if you're younger than 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS! It's not my usual fluff, but I did throw a little bit in there. Y'all please bear with me! I don't usually write smut, but I wanted to write SOMETHING other than fluff and I'm not doing angst! My heart can't do angst LoL. It's a lot of daddy, princess, and mama being thrown around in here and a little toe sucking LoL so if that's not your speed I understand! Please forgive any mistakes! With that being said please enjoy and please let me know what you think! Just remember I'm sensitive!!! I'm done now!!! Enjoy! 😘

Annie had just stepped out of the shower. She wrapped the towel around her body and sang along to her shower tunes playlist. She took her hand and wiped away the fog on her mirror and got a good look at her reflection.

Her dark brown skin was glistening, skin clear, teeth white, and her body was as clean as a whistle. She just knew she was going to find her man tonight.

Annie had been working nonstop for almost 3 weeks straight and she wanted to let loose. She wanted a change of scenery. One of her customers told her about a new lounge downtown and she thought it would be nice to check it out.

She had her blue lingerie set laid out on the bed, her black wrap dress with a slit that exposed all of her thighs, and her black pumps still wrapped up neatly in their box. She only broke them out when she was feeling sexy and wanted others to know it.

She sat at her vanity and placed her braids up high in a bun and adjusted her edges to her liking. She took her time perfecting her eye liner as slow jams played in the background. She applied her no smudge lipstick and allowed it to dry while she rubbed her body down in her favorite perfume oil and lotion.

She giggled to herself because she was coming together so perfectly. Hell if she didn't bring anyone back she was going to make love to her damn-self.

She brushed on her body shimmer and finalized her look with a few spritz of perfume. She slipped her items into her clutch, turned the lights off, and headed out of the door.

Smoke occupied a wall and slowly sipped on his Macallan 25 as music flowed throughout the building. His eyes scanned everything and everyone in the lounge. It was busier than a usual lounge, but still better than the club limelight. Plus it was new so the crowd was expected.

Nobody caught his eye just yet. It was almost like he was waiting for a specific person to come walking in to take his breath away. Make his stomach flip and get him hard. He'd been there for about twenty minutes so far and nothing. That was until now.

He stood straight up and watched as she walked through those curtains. Heels hitting the floor with purpose almost as if she came in to wreck havoc.

Her dress fit snug against her curves with her thick dark brown thighs spilling out more and more after each step. Thighs he wanted to taste. Legs he wanted draped over his shoulders. Her lips red and full just how he liked 'em. Her breast were on full display. Even as she was on the opposite side of the room he could see them just inviting his hands to palm them. Her hair pulled up in a bun that he'd rather see down and have his fist balled up in.

He watched as she sat down, crossed her legs, and leaned back as if she owned the spot. Her eyes browsed the room and the people around her. Some were dancing, some were making out, and many just sitting and enjoying the vibe.

Her eyes found a man in all black with a silver chain and eyes on her like he already owned her. Her choker matching his chain so maybe he did. However Annie wasn't the type to approach. It just wasn't her style.

She watched him whisper in the bottle-girl's ear and her nod before she walked off. His eyes still on Annie. Almost as if he looked away for a second he'd lose her in the crowd.

He watched as she dismissed every man that walked up to her. She didn't even entertain them. She wasn't rude or cold hearted just sure and he loved that in a woman

Across the room Annie watched as he didn't acknowledge any of the women approaching him. He noticed their existence he just didn't give them the time of day. His eyes were glued on her as if he already knew what positions he was going to put her in. Annie bit her lip at the thought of him taking her home and letting him do whatever he wanted with her.

"French kiss?"

"I'm sorry?" Annie snapped out of her trance and turned towards the waitress. She looked down and saw the pink drink sitting in front of her and she couldn't help but smile.

"I'm not sure if he wanted me to tell you, but that man over there sent this." She shared as she directed Annie's attention to Smoke.

Smoke sipped slow. If he wanted to see her bent over and hear her crying his name he needed to calculate his next move. Fast. He took a final sip and handed his glass to his brother. His brother's arm drapped over his girl Lena and the other grabbed his drink and placed it on the table. He's yelling over the music to one of his friends about something Smoke was no longer interested in.

Annie watched him make his way across the room. Moving through women watching and wanting him, but his eyes were focused. He was on a mission. He dapped a few people up and brushed off a few hands that ran down his chest. He finally made it across the room and placed both hands up on the suede couch that Annie was posted up on.

He lowered himself to her ear. The smell of her perfume filling his nose. "Good evening gorgeous. I noticed you came in alone. I can only assume that means you came in for me?"

Annie chuckled. "That's a bold assumption, love. Have you been watching me?"

"Since you walked in." He answered as a matter of fact. "A correct assumption would be that in thirty minutes those thick thighs of yours will be draped over my shoulders as you scream my name. Those fingernails against my back and those white toes in my mouth."

Annie's breath got caught in her chest. She bit her lip to stiffle her moan.

"Hmm," Smoke shook his head. "See, you're already holding back on letting me hear you moan. That ain't gonna work for me, princess. I want to hear it all. See it all. Feel it all. I'm also convinced you wore that dress for me."

"How'd you come to that conclusion?" She asked as she sipped her drink.

"Because it would look perfect on my floor."

Annie let out an amused laugh. She finally turned towards him. Her brown eyes meeting his. His cologne danced through her nostrils making her toes curl. That silver chain dangled in front of her, but she wanted it over her and pressed against her back.

Her fingers made their way to his beard. She played with it for a second before pulling him in for a tender kiss. Soft and slow. Just enough to tease. She pulled back and watched him taste her sweet lips off of his.

"I can't wait to taste all of you on my tongue." He whispered in a low grumble. "Do me a favor beautiful," he cleared his throat. "Finish that drink and follow me to my place." He instructed as he made his way around the couch to take her hand in his. He placed a hundred on the table and led her through the sea of people. He helped her in the car and closed the door. He gave her instructions before getting in his car to lead the way to his house.

Annie pulled up to a large house with a four car garage, large windows, and a blueish gray exterior. It was beautiful. She could picture herself living in a place like this.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Smoke opening her door and helping her out. He shut the door behind her and held her waist from the back. His lips dipped to her neck as he placed open mouth kisses to her neck. "I didn't even get your name sweetheart."

"Annie." She answered with shaky breath.

"What name will I be moaning tonight?" She asked as they made their way into the house.

He turned her around to him and crashed into her lips as if she was going to slip away from him. The patience was no longer in the room with them. He needed to taste her. Feel her body against his.

"Smoke, Elijah, sir," he instructed.

She moaned.

She tried to take her heels off, but he stopped her. "Uh-uh keep them on for now. I'll take them off when I'm ready."

"Yes, sir. Where do you want me?" She asked in a daze.

Smoke smiled a devious one before throwing her over his shoulder and walking up the stairs. He opened the door to his room and placed her at the end of his bed.

Annie stood with her legs crossed and hands on her hips. She watched as he took a seat on the chair in front of her.

His legs wide, arms spread out on each side of the chair, and his feet planted. His eyes watched her and read her entire body. She was confident, sure, ready, and sexy as hell. The way the street light slipped through the window and danced against her skin. That red lipstick, mmmm. That red lipstick would look beautiful around his growing dick.

"Strip for me."

Annie slowly removed her dress allowing it to fall at her feet. She kicked it to the side and raised a brow at him.

Smoke let out a low whistle.

"My favorite color." He tilted his head to the side for her to come to him and she did just that.

She leaned forward and met his lips with hers. Her hands ran over his broad shoulders, down his chest and to his belt buckle. She kneeled down and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her hand gently grazed his zipper as she watched his eyes not lose focus on her.

"Ladies first." He said trying to stop her.

"I don't want a gentleman tonight. Right now I just want my tongue to memorize what's mine. Then we'll get to me." Annie released him from his pants and wrapped her fingers around his thick and growing length.

"Making a mess for me already?" Annie moaned as she slowly stroked his length.

Smoke gripped the arms on the chair as her strokes became painfully slow. He bucked his hips up causing her to giggle. "Growing impatient are we? Awww don't worry, Daddy." She cooed. "I'll handle that for you."

Annie tasted his glistening tip causing Smoke to hiss out in pleasure. Annie moaned as she wrapped her plush red lips around his length. She watched as he unraveled in front of her. She teased his tip with a repeated motion and swirl of the tongue causing him to grip the chair tighter and drop his head back. His jaw tightened up as he let her work her magic.

Annie could tell he was already close. She wanted to taste him. All of him. She slowly lowered her head maxing out at his base.

He started to stir completely. Incoherent cursing mumble spilled from his lips as she held him in the back of her throat. Her tongue still working overtime on his throbbing dick. Her eyes watered and her lungs were burning, but she needed to see him lose it in front of her. Feel him in her.

"Fuck! Fuu- Annie!"

A simple "hmm?" From her sent him over the edge. Spilling inside of her mouth and down her throat. Hot. Full.

She slowly pulled up and released him from her mouth but not before she let her tongue graze right under his sensitive tip. He hissed out as he slumped over in the chair.

She sat back and just enjoyed the aftermath of her work. They way the sweat collected on his forehead and chest, his heart was fluttering faster than before, his face flushed, and still hard and throbbing thick length rested on his stomach.

Annie bit her lip as she stood to her feet. Never taking her eyes off of him she walked back towards the bed and stopped at the edge.

She laid back on the bed, bent one leg up, and propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes still on him. "You need a minute, daddy or am I going to have to help myself tonight."

He let out a deep breath and lethargiclly shook his head. "Hell no. I want mine."

Smoke stood to his feet and removed his shirt completely. He moved towards Annie and hovered over her for a kiss. His lips moved to her neck as he placed kisses to her skin.

His hands danced over her body stopping at her breast to give them a gentle yet firm squeeze, down past her soft waist, and stopping at the lace blue thong. Smoke pulled them down and off before getting settled between her legs. Placing kisses to her knees then to her thighs Smoke wanted to explore all of her. Annie laid back and left him to do his job.

Smoke nipped gently at her thighs causing Annie to moan. "You been waiting on me I see." He whispered as his thumb gently circled her slick.

Annie bit her lip. Her breathing sped up with each stroke. She raised her hips chasing the feeling of him teasing her.

"Ooh," he sounded low. Teasingly. "You growing impatient on me now, huh. Gotta let Daddy take care of you the way a princess deserves." He pulled away from her causing Annie to whine and him to release a devilish chuckle.

Smoke tasted her off his thumb and released a satisfied moan. He placed a few teasing kisses to her causing her to stir and whine.

Smoke held Annie's leg in his hand as he kissed up her body. He watched as she relished in his touch. He finally reached her feet. White toes just waiting for him. Smoke removed her heels and tossed them off to the side.

Annie watched as he kissed her ankle and now her toes. She moaned feeling his mouth gently wrap around her toes.

He watched as she played with her sensitive nipples through her lace bra. Her face so soft and needy. He was ready to please her the way she deserved to be pleased. Smoke gently placed her leg down and lowered his head between her thighs. Not being able to hold back anymore Smoke tasted her slick with a swipe of the tongue.

Annie gripped the sheets and moaned. Her back arched off the bed as his tongue danced around her clit.

Smoke dipped his tongue inside of her releasing more of that delicious nectar that he just couldn't get enough of. The sound of her moans and whimpers was enough to keep him down there all day and night. His plump lips sucked her sensitive clit firm yet gentle to the point where Annie tried to run.

"Uh uh uhh princess. Ain't no running now. I'm still hungry." He locked his arms around her thighs and pulled her closer. His muscular arms held her thick thighs in place to where her squirming wasn't going to stop him.

Her cries and moans were music to his ears. Sweet sweet music. He watched as her eyes welled up and her mouth dropped. He knew she was close to getting hers and he wanted her to get it in the best way.

"Cum for me mama. I want it all." He demanded in between his act.

Annie screamed out in pleasure as that wave was coming at her hard. As soon as Smoke moaned on her sensitive clit she came undone. In his mouth, on his beard, and all over his sheets.

"Fuck, ma." Smoke pulled back and grinned in pleasure. He watched as she came down from her orgasm. Shaking and gripping the sheets.

He gently kissed the inside of her thighs and watched as she slowly came down. "Shhhh it's alright ma. I got you."

He climbed up from between her thighs to place gentle kisses to her lips, then cheeks, and then her neck. "You need another minute?" He asked as he gently ran his hand over her thigh.

Annie shook her head. "I need to feel you inside of me." She confessed.

He smiled. "Good." He kissed the swell of her breast before lining himself up with her. "You want protection?"

Annie looked him in his eyes and shook her head. "I want you to fill me up tonight."

"Nasty ass." He kissed her red lips as he slowly entered her.

Both let out a moan. Smoke's deep and breathy. Annie's soft and needy.

Smoke was still. He wanted to feel all of her. Memorize her slick and velvety walls. So warm, wet and tight. He wanted this to be his forever home.

Annie's hips rocked under his giving Smoke the signal that she was growing impatient. He rocked his hips into hers causing her to moan. He picked up the speed just enough to meet her needs. He watched her coffee brown eyes gaze up at him as her hand gently wrapped around his nape. The sound of their bodies clashing in the most pleasurable way possible.

Annie's light moans and cries were enough to send him over the edge, but she deserved to revel in the pleasure much longer. The way she whimpered his name repeatedly under her breath before pulling him in for a kiss. Intimate, soft, yet greedy.

Her tongue, her taste, her scent was enough to make Smoke grow greedy. Want more. Need more. Speed up his thrust. Harder and faster. He gripped her hands over her head and linked his fingers with hers.

Annie pulled away from the kiss to scream out and moan. "Yes! Smoke just like that. I'm cumming, baby. Smoke," her back arched off the bed as her second orgasm ripped through her body.

Smoke sat back and watched her body come undone.

Annie's body rocked side to side to calm herself down from that orgasm.

Smoke noticed as her body inched away from him and that wasn't going to work.

"Uh uh mama I'm not done yet. Get that pretty ass up." Smoke demanded as he slapped her ass.

Annie moaned. A devilish yet tired smile tugged at Annie's lips causing Smoke to release a deep chuckle.

"That soft and sweet shit went out the window. I'm ready to make a mess of you now, princess. All fours and take that bun down."

Annie followed his command and although she felt weak and worn out she was ready for him to ruin her even more.

He watched her back arch and her ass poke out just for him. He bit his lip and ran his hands up and over her ass before sending a rough smack to her ample ass.

Annie moaned out and flicked up feet up in pleasure and anticipation. She wiggled her ass for him causing Smoke to release a low chuckle. "Oh you askin for me to punish you, huh? I got somethin' for you. Do we need a safe word, princess?" Smoke asked as he teasingly stroked his tip up and down her slick.

She shook her head.

"Words mama." He instructed as he lightly slapped his tip over her sensitive clit.

Annie was growing tired of the teasing and needed to be fed. "No safe words. I want you to fuck me!"

Smoke, without warning slid inside of her and placed his hand to the small of her back and started driving his length into her. Rough. Hard.

Annie was starting to regret the tease and not have a safe word. He was streching her out the best way possible.

Smoke gripped her hips tight enough to hold her still. Her cries filled the room so beautifully. The sight of her ass bouncing back onto him should be placed in museums.

Smoke watched as Annie reached her hand under her to rub her ache causing him to shake his head and groan. "Mama who gave you permission to touch yourself, huh?" He asked as he placed a loud slap across her ass.

Annie cried out.

"Bad girls get punished, right princess?" He asked. His hands applying more pressure to her arch to get her exactly how he wanted her. "Fuck!" He muttered. He could feel how wet she was and he knew she was close to her third orgasm for the night. He reached one hand under her stomach and down to her aching clit. He placed gentle yet firm circles to her causing Annie to scream out. Her cries were loud and needy.

Smoke caught his breath as he watched her body ride the high. He placed gentle love taps to her ass before stepping off the bed. He rounded the bed and continued to slowly stroke himself. His eyes never leaving her body.

A vision. Art. A masterpiece her body was.

Annie stirred. Her body turning towards his as she tried to control her breathing. She let out a light giggle and hid her face in the pillow.

Smoke smiled at her. "I hope you still have a little more energy left because I ain't done with you."

Annie moved her body towards the side of the bed that he was on and just watched him stroke his hard length. She just knew he was going to keep punishing her body until he couldn't anymore.

"You tryna taste yourself?" Smoke asked as he moved closer to Annie.

She just bit her lip and curled her finger for him to close the space.

Smoke's head dropped back as her warm lips wrapped around his dick. "Fuck, Annie!" He moaned out. His fist balled up at his side. As good as she felt he wanted to fulfill her wish of filling her up.

Smoke slowly released himself from her lips causing Annie to pout and whine out.

"On top," Smoke commanded as he laid back on the bed. "Now."

Although exhausted Annie sat back with glee before positioning herself on top. She was sore and her body was aching, but she wanted to feel all of him from every angle.

She gently wrapped her fingers around him before lining herself up and slowly sinking down onto him.

"Fuck!" Smoke cursed aloud. His fist balled up and shut his eyes before taking a deep breath. He needed to pull himself together or else.

Annie slowly rocked her hips into him as she watched him slowly come undone. "Mmmm does daddy need a minute?" She asked still moving at a torturous speed for him.

Her weight and softness on top of him was something he immediately fell in love with. The way her eyes locked in on his as she linked her fingers with his as she took over turned him on more than anything else that night. She was taking her time with him to make sure he got his all while she got hers.

He watched as her eyes glazed over as her teeth gently bit her plump lips. By the quiet whimpers coming from her mouth and her tightening her grip on his hands he knew she was close and so was he. He gently brought her in closer to him and wrapped his arms around her before pressing his lips to hers.

It was his turn to take over. His thrust met hers so beautifully. She pulled away and cried out from the overwhelming amount of pleasure that took over. She rested her face in crook of his neck.

He gently tended to her cries. Gentle kisses placed to her shoulder as she violently shook on top of him. Smoke was so close and so was she.

Her screams turned to cries and his groans turned into full blown moans. Her name slipped out as he reached his own climax. Her body did its best to come down from its high. His body trembled lightly under hers. He calmed her literal cries down with gentle kisses and comfort. "I got you. You did so good mama. I'm so proud of you."

Annie woke up to the smell of eucalyptus and the feeling of a warm wet rag gently wiping her sore body down. She saw Smoke cover her back up and head back into the bathroom. He walked back out wearing sweatpants with a bottle of water and what looked like a packet of Advil.

"Hmmm. Take this and go ahead back to sleep, okay?" Smoke instructed as he opened the bottle and packet before handing it to her.

Annie did just that before snuggling up to the pillow beside her that she wanted to be him.

Smoke turned on his aroma therapy diffuser and let notes of lavender fill the air as he got back in bed. His arms wrapped around her and gently pulled her close. He kissed her forehead before shutting his eyes himself.

Annie woke up tangled up in sheets and smelling butter and maple syrup. She sat up and felt her bonnet on her head. She laughed to herself before Smoke came carefully walking in with a wooden board in his hand filled with breakfast for them.

"Good morning."

"Mornin'" Annie replied before letting out a stretch. Smoke leaned down and kissed her lips before gently placing the tray on the bed.

"I took your makeup and jewelry off too." He informed her as he headed to his side of the bed to get in beside her. Annie saw the ring on his finger and leaned over to her drawer and pulled her ring out as well before placing it back on her finger.

"Moms called. She's keeping Chloe another night." Smoke shared as he took a bite of the turkey bacon.

Annie dropped her head back and put her hands together causing Smoke to laugh. "Thank God! We can sleep in all day today."

He gave her a nod. "When did you buy that set?"

"I literally just bought it after I dropped Chloe off. Did you like it?"

"Hell yes. My girls were sitting all the way up. No pads either!" He teased.

Annie busted out laughing. "You are a whole mess."

He flashed her a grin before leaning over for a kiss. "Remind me to buy you one in every color. Next time I need you to show up to the door in nothing but that set and a trench coat. Imma buy you some more pumps too." He shared as he took a bite of the pancake.

Annie leaned over and used her thumb to remove the drop of syrup that landed on his lip and beard. She kissed it off of his lip before trying to pull back until he shook his head and pulled her back in. "A peck? So disrespectful." He muttered against her lips.

Annie couldn't help but giggle at him.

Smoke removed the tray once they finished and placed it on the ottoman set at the end of their bed.

He sat back and gave his lap a pat for her to climb on top.

Annie happily climbed on top and snuggled up close to her husband. Her hips and thighs were still a little sore, but she wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now. "I think it's supposed to rain all day today. Do you want to cuddle up and have a movie marathon?"

"That sounds good to me. A little cuddle, a little touchin, a little,"

Annie let out a laugh in the crook of his neck. "It's you trying to have a part two of last night."

"What's so wrong with that, hmm?" He asked quietly as his hands ran up over her ample behind.

"Elijah is always on demon time."

"With you, always." He agreed with a kiss to her forehead.

Annie lifted her head to kiss his lips before curling up close to him again.

The club and lounge life wasn't really for them anymore, but they would do anything to keep that spark going in their marriage. Even if it meant roleplaying as complete strangers at a lounge on a random Saturday night.

They loved their little family and lavish life. So cuddled up on a rainy Sunday was a perfect way to wind down after an exciting Saturday night out.

[vorfreudevortex]

Fake It 'Til We Make It

-`♡´- 11. Made It!

-`♡´- a chaptered smau series featuring: editorial assistant!ino x copy editor!fem!reader

warnings // 3.3k words/12 min. read - cussing, mentions of drinking alcohol, angst, your toxic ex tries to freak you out again, mentions of fighting and arguing, crying, confessions, uhhh lmk if i missed anything!!

author's notes // well damn. i guess that's all folks! thank you all SO much for reading my silly little self-indulgent series!!! might write an epilogue? or something spicy/18+? haven't decided yet, all i know is that i love my lover boy ino and he deserves the entire world.

stay tuned for my next smau/written series starring mafia!toji x sweet!fem!reader :) let me know if you want to be on the taglist for it!! i also have some yuta and noritoshi smau ideas floating around in my brain so please feel free to recommend tropes or anything else you want to see!! love you all and thank you so much for reading!!

10 // series masterlist // my masterlist // epilogue

Takuma cocks a brow when the large, tattooed man pulls out and sits in the linen-covered chair next to him. He figures right away that he wouldn’t ever be friends with the man as he takes in his appalling salmon-colored hair and the treacherously thick tattoos that cover his face and wrists.

The man doesn’t seem to be able to shop properly either, considering the pearly buttons on his white dress shirt seem to be precariously stretched to their fullest extent to keep the fabric together.

“I fucking hate weddings,” the man says with a grimace. Takuma casually shrugs and offers him a polite smile as takes another sip from the cup of beer in his hand.

“Meh, I kind of like ‘em,” Takuma responds politely.

The man scoffs. “What’s your name?”

“Ino. You?”

“Sukuna.”

“Nice to meet you, man,” Takuma smiles.

“How do you know the couple?”

“Oh, I don’t,” Takuma shakes his head. “I’m here with my girlfriend. She’s old friends with the bride.”

“Your girlfriend?” The corners of Sukuna’s lips twitch up. “Where is she? Maybe I know her.”

“Hah, probably. She’s been talking it up with old friends all night,” He quickly scans the room for your figure, but doesn’t spot you anywhere. So, he pulls out his phone and sends a quick text while he continues. “She’s probably still in the bathroom.”

“Maybe she’s hiding from me.”

Takuma glances at Sukuna with a wry smile, just to see him wearing his own smug grin. Okay… he’s weird, Takuma thinks. They offer each other a dry chuckle before Sukuna moves on. He lazily points to the white shoulder bag Takuma holds in his lap, the straps wrapped around one wrist.

“Cute,” He sneers. Dickhead, Takuma thinks. With a little bit of alcohol in his system, he has no problem giving the guy a little flak.

“I agree,” Takuma smiles sarcastically. “It matches her dress perfectly. Plus, I need to make sure she doesn’t lose anything while she dances.”

“Hm…” He responds. “Are you from this area?”

“Nah, I’ve lived around Tokyo for pretty much my whole life.” Takuma sends you another text before continuing the conversation. The last thing he’d ever want to be to a large man with face tattoos, is rude. “What about you?”

“I live in Tokyo, too. But I grew up around here.” Takuma just nods. “You know, I’m starting to think your little girlfriend left you here.”

“Nah, she would never,” Takuma laughs. Another text sent. “The line for the bathroom is long.”

“She seems like the type that would try to up and leave.”

Takuma gives the man a confused side eye, paired with an awkward smile of disbelief. What the fuck is his problem? “…You don’t even know her, man.”

Sukuna just laughs, loud and raspy, as he slaps a hand down on Takuma’s shoulder. “Relax, kid. What’s your deal?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t return the laugh, but holds his uneasy smile as he glances back and forth from the hand on his shoulder and the pink-haired man. Sukuna quiets and his eyes lock on something beyond Takuma with a smug glimmer.

“Hey there, princess.”

Confused, Takuma turns his head to find you standing just a few feet away. You look beautiful as ever, but your shoulders are tense and your lips are parted in disbelief. Your eyes don’t fall on Takuma, much to his disappointment, but to the man next to him. The alcohol in your boyfriend’s system delays the realization that there is nothing but fear in your eyes.

You turn and rush away. Sukuna rises from his seat and follows, Takuma does the same. He grabs a handful of Sukuna’s dress shirt, which is promptly slapped away. “Get off me, boy,” he snarls.

“What did you do?” Takuma spits out, yanking on his arm to slow his hasty strides.

“That’s my girl, you little fucker,” Sukuna growls back. “Know your place and—”

“—Ryomen.”

It’s the groom, with angry eyes but a warm smile. He pulls Sukuna away. “—I thought you promised not to—”

Takuma doesn’t hear or care about the rest, he’s already hurrying after you. He sees you push your way into one of the bathrooms and quickly lock the door. Takuma jiggles the knob and gently knocks.

“Hey, pretty? You in there?”

No response. He hears the soft sound of your whimpers and sniffles and Takuma feels a foreign feeling of hurt course through his chest. As different thoughts fill his mind, he realizes that Sukuna had to be your ex boyfriend. The unsettling way he spoke, the way he reacted, the way you reacted? There was just no other explanation.

“Let me in, please? That guy is gone now.”

“I’m fine, Takuma,” your muffled voice responds. It’s shaky and small.

Takuma remembers the discussion in the groupchat from long ago, about the guy that barged into the office and dragged you out. He suddenly notices that you’ve never spoken about Sukuna to him before, and even diverted conversation away from the topic during the few times it was brought up. It must have been…awful, Takuma thinks.

“Please?” Takuma asks. It comes out as more of a desperate plea.

There’s movement behind the door before the lock quietly clicks open. Takuma immediately slips inside to see you sit back down on the toilet and bury your face in your hands. He locks the door behind him. The bathroom is quite small, with just enough room for a toilet, sink, and a small stool.

You’re humiliated, trying to hide your tears from Takuma as he sits on the stool and gently wraps a hand around your calf.

“Are you alright?” He delicately asks. “That was your ex, wasn’t it?”

You say nothing and avoid his gaze. After a quiet moment of attempting to wipe away your tears, you offer him a small nod.

“I’m so sorry…” Takuma nervously chews on his bottom lip. He looks up at you from the tiny stool, his fingers unconsciously kneading your leg. If you weren’t so distraught, you may have even giggled at the way his long legs awkwardly bent up to fit in this space. “If I’d known, I would have never kept talking to him.”

You let out a sniffling sigh as you shake your head. “Not your fault,” you croak out.

Takuma stands, sets your purse on the sink, and gets a handful of paper towels. He takes your hands from your face and starts to blot away your tears as he awkwardly bends over you.

“God, please don’t cry,” He says with worried eyes and a slight grimace. His face is just inches away from yours. “You’re making my heart break, pretty. I have no idea what to do when people cry.”

You’ve never been so embarrassed, never felt so vulnerable. At the end of the day, Takuma is just your coworker. Technically, your boss. Someone you see 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. Who reads your writing, gives you a stamp of approval, and sends it to Nanami. And here he is, wiping your tears in a tiny bathroom as you sit on a dirty toilet with a lump in your throat and hurt in your heart.

“I was certain he wouldn’t come,” You sniffle, still avoiding eye contact with Takuma. “He doesn’t come to these types of things.”

Takuma, on the other hand, is a bit distracted. He stares at your swollen lips and ruddy cheeks as he carefully wipes away each teardrop that spills from your eyes. The mascara smudged around your lashes makes his heart leap a little. His eyes travel down to your hands in your lap, which fiddle and fumble with the hem of your dress. The dress that he bought for you, the one that made him blush when you first tried it on. To Takuma, you’re just simply beautiful.

“You think he came because he knew you’d be here?”

You nod. His soft finger swipes a hair from your face. “I think he’s been chasing me down for a while.”

Takuma’s movements still. “Chasing you? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” You shrug. “He just always seems to be everywhere I am. Even everywhere I’m not.”

“So he’s stalking you?”

With a small scoff, you shake your head. “I don’t know.”

Takuma sits back down on the stool, eyes filled with concern. “What do you mean?” He repeats. No response. He takes a hold of your hands with his, both of them now a warm bundle in your lap.

“Hey, I’m serious,” He says softly. “Is this Sukuna guy stalking you?”

You finally turn to look at him. The odd intimacy of direct eye contact feels suffocating for a moment. You’ve never seen Takuma so stressed as his big, brown eyes stare back at you. He doesn’t break away while he takes in the exhaustion and pain in your face.

The moment feels like a lifetime before you take out your phone and show him the texts you’ve received from your ex boyfriend throughout the past few months, before you finally blocked him. Takuma reads them in silence. There’s no movement or sound in the bathroom aside from his thumb scrolling and thick swallows as he reads the worst of it.

“This is insane…” He mutters with a disgusting face when he’s finished. “How long were you with this guy?”

“…Three? Four years?” You mumble, ashamed once more. “If you add everything between breakups together.”

“And you kept going back?”

“I…” A small, weird surge of irritation and helplessness courses through you. You pull your hands away from Takuma’s. “Do you really think I wanted to?”

“No!” Takuma’s eyes widen with guilt as he scrambles to find your hands again. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

In a second of silence, he realizes your face is turned to the wall again, and he’s lost a piece of the trust he’d built with you. A pit forms in his stomach. “What I meant is…” Takuma clears his throat. “…You deserve better.”

“Yeah, sure,” You respond dryly. A tear rolls down your cheek.

“I’m serious,” He presses. “You’re just so kind and considerate. Don’t you think you deserve that, too?”

“But I’m really not,” You scoff. “I’d scream and yell at him. I’d call him names, too. I would just up and leave in the middle of the night when I knew he’d find me anyways.”

“Yeah, well, from what I’ve seen, the fucker deserved it.”

“So, you’re saying we both deserved what we got?”

“No.” Takuma stands, gently pulling you up with him. Warm hands delicately hold your arms. “You never deserved any of the shit that Sukuna guy did and said to you, or any guy for that matter.”

“Hey,” He quietly calls when you don’t respond. When you still don’t meet his eyes, he delicately takes a hold of your face in his hands. “That asshole deserved every argument and name you called him, because I know for a fact that he was the one that started everything and drove you to the edge.”

“Just because you fought back, it doesn’t mean you’re a shitty person,” He continues. “You’re intelligent, kind, thoughtful and… you’re so beautiful. You deserve someone that actually likes you, and loves you. Someone that shows it all the time, not just when they feel like it.”

More tears fall down your cheeks, which Takuma catches with his thumbs every time. “Aw, please don’t cry? Please…” He mumbles. He looks exasperated and… desperate? The guilt and exhaustion of the situation bubbles up in your stomach once again.

“Takuma, he’s said it himself,” Your breath catches in your throat as another sharp sob escapes. It feels like you’ll never escape Sukuna. You’ll never be able to rid your life of his hurtful words or his dangerous presence. You’re exhausted. Although he may not be the first thought in your mind anymore, his existence still persists in the back of your head. He almost haunts you. “There’s no one like that left for me. I-I’m… ruined.”

“W-what?” Takuma sputters. “That’s just—that’s not true!” Another raspy sob bubbles out from your throat, and you bury your face in his chest. With furrowed brows, he instantly wraps his arms around you. He pulls you in tight with one hand in your hair and the other on your back, desperate to comfort you. “You know… I’m here.”

You don’t respond. You can’t, not through the painful cries you’re sending into his sternum.

“I’m here,” Takuma swallows. He hopes to God you can’t feel his heart relentlessly pounding in his chest. “I like you.”

“But you don’t like me, Takuma,” you hiccup, voice muffled in his shirt. “You don’t love me.”

“I…I’m pretty sure I’m in the process of it.”

You snap your head up, both of you staring at each other with racing pulses and bewildered eyes.

You’d be utterly lying to yourself if you said you didn’t feel the same. How could you not? It became harder and harder throughout the past few months to not look at Takuma with something that bordered on genuine affection when he complimented you, cooked you dinner, or simply asked about your day.

You remember just a few days ago, after he cooked you your favorite meal and watched your favorite movie with you on his couch. Takuma never checked his phone once, even though it was a cringe rom-com that you had “forced” upon him. As the night wore on, you went from sitting beside him with his arm resting on the back of the couch, to having your slouched body pressed into his side as he scratched your scalp and played with your hair.

It was the first time you had ever let yourself get that intimate with Takuma. You were half-asleep by the time the movie ended and he woke you up. When you had raised your head, you were met with his face just inches from yours. You hadn’t said anything, only a long silent stare at the shape of his eyes and the curve of his lips.

In a sleepy daze, you leaned in. But as soon as Takuma started to do the same, something in your head clicked, and you backed away. You remember the heart-racing confusion as you quietly stared at each other once again. You remembered his disbelieving wide eyes, lit up by the glow of the TV. Your gut had tumbled and turned.

“I better head home,” You had whispered. He had put on a warm smile and nodded. When you got home later, you could only pretend you didn’t know what he was asking about. Laying in bed for the night, you could’ve sworn you felt those all-too-familiar butterflies in your stomach— The same ones you felt when Sukuna kissed you for the first time.

But each time that fleeting feeling of affection would float through your mind or heart, you’d dismiss it immediately, reminding yourself that it was just pretend. It was for the sake of a good article. A promotion. It was for the sake of saving face at this wedding. It was for the sake of a ongoing office prank.

It’s all fake.

“Takuma,” You blink. “Don’t—Don’t say that.”

“I’m not,” He replies with a wry smile. “…This is really not how I wanted this to happen.”

“Don’t say that,” You persist, your grip on his dress shirt tightening. “It doesn’t mean anything. We’ve just spent a lot of time together and we’re confused.”

“We?”

Your mouth snaps shut. Takuma just looks at you with hopeful eyes. You realize you’re both still holding each other, his large hands around your nape and lower back, but neither of you dare to separate. “No—I—okay,” You sputter. “Yes, we. We are confused.”

“I’m not confused, though,” Deep brown eyes dart around your face as he gnaws nervously on his lip. “I’m certain that I’m not. Are you?”

A long, stretching silence follows his question. Every interaction, every word and memory you’ve shared with Takuma spins through your mind. You remember all the innocent touches, accidental or not, that sent shivers up your spine or a heat across your cheeks.

You have no idea that Takuma is remembering, too. All the times he hyped himself up before sending a flirty text, the giddiness he felt dropping you off after a date, the fluttering feeling in his heart when you flashed him a genuine smile, the raging jealousy that ran through his blood when he met that random dickhead date of yours— Takuma remembers everything.

“I just… want you to be happy,” He hesitantly continues with a sheepish smile. “…Preferably with me—”

“—No.”

Oh.

Takuma’s face falls the smallest bit before he recovers himself. “That’s alright,” He begins to remove his hand from your waist. “I completely underst—”

“—No! I mean I’m not confused.”

“You’re not?” His face is full of uncertainty.

It makes you wants to slap yourself for making him feel this way. You’ve felt it boiling in your bones for weeks now. You wanted to tell him, or at least accept it, that you wanted him. You wanted Takuma to look at you, to sit next to you during meetings, to text you even if it meant you would be too scared to flirt back. You wanted him to keep remembering your coffee orders, be your partner on work assignments, to ask you to proofread his articles.

You wanted him to touch you, but not like that. You wanted the innocent ways like a protective hand on your back, an arm around your shoulders during a movie, or how he’d fix your hair when something was off. God, you even want him to kiss you. Just once, to know what it’s like. You’ve thought about it over and over, but it’s only in this moment right now where you’re allowing these amassing feelings to finally settle.

“I’m not,” You whisper. “I’ve just been denying it. Attempting to, at least.”

“Yeah… I gave up on that like two months ago,” Takuma cracks a smile.

“2 months ago?” Your heart skips a beat. It never really occurred to you that he was having the same thoughts. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Eventually. Were you?”

“Eventually,” You can’t help but smile back. “…I knew all of this was a bad idea.”

“But you did it anyways,” He swipes away a stray tear that remained on your splotchy cheek as you both let out nervous giggles.

“…What do we do now?” You whisper.

“I always imagined that after months of pathetically yearning,” He starts playfully, “I’d finally get the courage to confess, you’d feel the same and be so smitten and overcome with emotion that you’d jump into my arms. I would finally kiss the fuck out of you, then we would ride off into the sunset in a cool car or something, leaving Nanami and Yuji to fend for themselves at work.”

“Then… what are you waiting for?” You blurt with a laugh. Takuma’s eyes widen.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Oh, God,” You mutter, shaking your head with a smile. You look up at his sweet, brown eyes, and sigh in relief. “I’m tired of denying it. Please, just kiss me, Takuma.”

With a fiery blush on his cheeks, Takuma pulls your body in flush with his and lifts your jaw with a gentle hand. The warmth of his hand on the small of your back and his breathe against your lips leaves you reeling in anticipation. You wrap an arm tightly around his neck as the other still grips his shirt. The tip of his nose nudges against yours and you both smile.

“Pretty girl,” The tip of his nose nudges yours, you both smile. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”

10 // series masterlist // my masterlist // epilogue

notes & fun facts! //

i'm kind depressed that this is over but i hope you all enjoyed the fluff and slow burn!!

i wanted to add more drama with sukuna but i ultimately decided against it because y'all have been through enough 😭

lowkey how do i write x reader without saying "you" all the time LMAO i fucking struggle everytime

if i wrote an epilogue it would delve more into their future at jj&k, they'd live together, and just be super fluffy and happy. idk if that's something people would care about tho but lmk and i'd be happy to write something out hehehe

thank you all again for reading :') i love you so much

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[izzabela]

How about the linkuei trio with a female partner who is just a little bit taller than them? Personally, I find it adorable when in couples, the woman is taller. Plus, our boys are also very tall :>

Height Difference - Lin Kuei Trio x fem!reader (headcanons)

in which you were blessed with great vertical length

a/n: something something something Tomas would ask us to sit in his face

ship[s]: tomas vrbada , bi han , kuai liang x fem!tall!reader (separate, headcanons)

warning(s): MDNI beyond a certain point

Tomas Vrbada

- Tomas minds his business when you pick something to wear. heels? lovely, put em on and make yourself tower over him. short dresses? absolutely, let him see your legs

- he absolutely loves when you feel yourself, confident in the blessing of your genetics

- he's little spoon fifty percent of the time. no, he doesn't care ("please hug me like i do you", he asks constantly)

- head pats. head ruffles. mess his hair up. anything involving your hand on his head is a must

- he will still carry you- bridal style is his favorite. thats definitive

- he loves dancing with you. slow dancing especially, the way you look at him as your head tilts down ever so slightly to meet his equally soft gaze

Bi Han

- Bi Han is reluctant to show intimacy in public, but in private he loves leaning on your shoulder when it's just you two

- Bi Han is a confident man, and he would actually put anyone in their place of they told you that you weren't allowed to wear things because you were tall

- you're a good sparring partner. when he's alone with you, he'll probably mention you're a good reference for fighting people

- you like it when Bi Han makes you feel like a woman. what i mean is that you still feel feminine and cutesy and lovey-dovey with him because of the natural masculinity he oozes- basically he still makes you feel like a cute short girl when you're having those days

- just like Tomas, Bi Han will carry you. except he's more than bridal style: over the shoulder, bridal, one arm- i don't know, i don't care

- Bi Han, when not around others, will rest his head on your shoulder

Kuai Liang

- he will always look up at you, smiling and giddy. he just loves to look up and see the love of his life

- he doesn't care, he will be affectionate in public and love up on you like Tomas

- Kuai Liang does dip kisses. idk i can see him doing ig

- Kuai Liang does the thing where he traces your silhouette like he's drawing. fingers gently gliding across your arm, shoulder, back of your neck- he loves that

- Kuai Liang also big on leaning his head on your shoulder, but he does it whenever and wherever he wants

- Kuai Liang does not mind if you throw your arm over his shoulder. he'll match your energy and wrap one arm around your waist and the other holding your hand that's over his shoulder

MDNI HERE ON OUT======

Tomas

- SIT ON HIS FACE. HE LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON HIS FACE

- i think Tomas can be switchy- dom one night and sub next. he's a mixed bag of nuts

- when he's sub for the night, oh baby does he love when you're pulling his hair, forcing him to eat you out without air, or just being rough with him in general

- "show your mistress how much you love her," you command. his eyes are glazed and lost, the scent of your slick and the heavy air of sex getting him high

- when he isn't subbing, that man will fuck you like no tomorrow. however, he likes to see you on top of him in some way

- "come on, dove," he coaxes you gently, ironic to how fast his hips buck into you as you're moaning and gasping for air as he fucks you. "you're doing so well, dove. up and down- good~"

Bi Han

- he's on top always, but i think he likes to see your silhouette and admire how tall and lengthy you are (legs and arms wise)

- "beautiful," he says between gritted teeth. in doggy, he's got the perfect view of all of you: your ass on his dick, back dimples so deep that his thumbs were practically made for pressing in them, the fact your back was out in its glory. "my beautiful song bird"

- he'd fuck missionary too. your legs over his shoulders, meaty cock pressing into the tip of your cervix as you beg for more, more, and more

- Bi Han likes to bound you in something. hands behind your back, tied up wrists, etc etc. it might have to do with the fact he can see your entire, elongated figure. you like it too, don't worry

- sit on his face too, for sure, but he's more into 69. you're gagging, sobbing even, over his cock bullying your throat as Bi Han condescendingly asks if you like it ("you do?" he laughs maniacally, bucking his hips deeper. "have some then, my song bird")

Kuai Liang

- i think he'd pick you up and fuck you. whether you're facing him and you're foreheads are touching, or your back is against his and he's practically pistoning in and out of you

- mirror fucking! he wants you to see all the parts he finds pretty about you. "don't you see how pretty you look, darling? pretty little legs out so you can see how well i'm feeding that little hole of yours~"

- dirty talk! so much dirty talk about you and your greedy cunt, sopping wet cunt, how pretty you look spread out and dripping

- i think he's into the bjs where he's standing, holding your hands up by your wrists, and humping into your mouth as you whine and cry on his thick length

- Kuai Liang is probably into the sitting blowjobs too, where you're the one looking up at him instead of the other way around

- something something something, Kuai Liang fucks you sideways. your leg is in his hand as your legs are spread wide open, full access for his cock to fuck deep in you

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whew okay finished

guys the voices are calling me to COD i wanna finish all of these before i hit it tho

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

adiiiii hiiii

hear me out parks and rec christmas party with little!reader and her cg!Ann and little!April and little!Andy with cg!leslie&Ben and everyone else there too

-🧸

Parks Department Christmas Party <3

Hi 🧸 , merry Christmas! Sorry this is a little late I got sick before Christmas! Hope you enjoy it anyway :)

Word count: 837

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“Hold still baby,” Your Mama urged softly as she finished tying a red bow into your ponytail. You were getting ready for the work Christmas party and you were so excited because it meant you’d get to play with April and Andy. Ann was hosting, as she usually did, which meant you’d spent all morning decorating and helping her prepare food. Now you were all dressed and ready, in a red dress which Mama had picked out and a matching bow in your hair. Just as Mama finished tying up your hair the doorbell rang and you leapt up from the living room floor eagerly.

“I got it,” You called out, wanting to be the first one to greet the guests. Remembering that your Mama said to always check before opening the door you pressed your eye up to the little peephole, unable to hold back an excited squeal when you saw Andy, April, Ben and Leslie. They were definitely not strangers and so you swung the door open eagerly. Andy immediately engulfed you in a massive bear hug and April quickly slipped past you out of the chilly winter air and into the warm confines of the house.

“Y/N, we bought presents,” Andy exclaimed as Ben and Leslie ushered you both into the house.

“We have presents for you too,” You informed him excitedly. You’d spent ages with your Mama picking out the perfect presents for your best friends. “Wanna go play in my playroom?” You asked, turning to April who had immediately made herself at home on the couch. She nodded and held out a stuffed black cat which looked new.

“Mama and Da were supposed to give it to her for Christmas but they had to bribe her with it to come tonight,” Andy explained. Now you were looking more closely you could see dried up tear tracks on April’s cheeks, despite this she was smiling now which was definitely a good sign.

You gently patted the head of April’s cat. “It’s very cute, does it have a name yet?” You asked.

“Gata,” April pronounced proudly.

“Hi Gata,” You greeted. “Does Gata wanna play with us?” April nodded again and you all went into your playroom. Mama had made you clean it this morning so you could all play in there but within about ten minutes the room had descended into chaos with pieces of your marble run scattered around the whole room.

“I’m hungry,” Andy pouted after a while.

“We could go get some snacks?” You suggested, “We got candies and fruit and nuts and stuff.”

“Da said Andy isn’t allowed any more candy today cause he had too much this morning,” April piped up.

“We could sneak ‘em?” You were usually very, very against breaking the rules but your mama hadn’t said anything about not being allowed any sugar and so you wouldn’t get in trouble. Plus, it could be like a secret spy mission.

“Burt Macklin is very good at sneaking,” Andy nodded excitedly. You all snuck out into the kitchen, making sure to stick against the walls and duck out of sight. Andy decided to take one for the team, crawling the last of the way across the kitchen floor and hiding behind the table whilst reaching up to grab some sweets. With the goods secured Andy quickly snuck back over to you and April and the three of you ran back to the playroom.

You enjoyed the fruits of your labour well and by the time Mama came in to check on everyone your hands were sticky and your faces marked with chocolate. “I see someone got into the sugar,” She tutted playfully.

“Andy didn’ have any,” April defended quickly. Despite the obvious lie your Mama just laughed softly, it was almost christmas after all.

“The others are here if you kids wanna go say hi,” She offered. You all decided to go say hi so you followed Mama into the living room, making a pit stop in the bathroom to wash your hands and faces per her instructions. In the living room Christmas music was playing and all the adults were lounging around, laughing and talking. You immediately slipped yourself in between your Mama and Ron on the couch, whilst April and Andy sat next to each other on the floor next to Ron and Leslie’s legs. The rest of the adults were talking loudly but Ron, as per usual, was quiet. This was why you liked to sit near him because then it didn’t get too overwhelming to be around the others.

Ron nudged you gently in the arm and slipped a ten dollar note into your palm. “Merry Christmas, kiddo,” You grinned happily and looked up at him.

“Thank you Ron,” You smiled using your best manners and offered him a kiss on the cheek. He chuckled softly and patted your head.

“No problem.” You pocketed the money quickly and curled up against your Mama, letting the conversations of the adults fade into the background.

You all sat around, comfortably enjoying each other’s presence for hours. After a while April got ahold of the tv remote and changed the music from Christmas to Halloween, insisting it was the better holiday. No one bothered to argue with her even though the music was unsettling it kept her in a good mood late into the night. Eventually Andy grew bored and insisted you opened presents. You got a new hot wheels track from April, Andy, Ben and Leslie, which was probably your favourite. But you also get a new dress up tiara from Donna, a stuffed toy crocodile from Tom and and Angelina Ballerina book from Chris. You loved all of them and felt very lucky.

After everyone went home you spent ages excitedly telling Mama all about your new presents as she tucked you in. “Did you have a good night bunny?” She asked you,

You nodded, “yes Mama, best night ever.”

“I’m so glad baby, goodnight,”!she cooed, placing a kiss to the the top of your head.

“Goodnight Mama.”

[the-barnes-girl]

The Delacroix Ceremony

(respond as you please. For mod's sake for this one, will be written fully in prose. If you were invited/are a plus one but I didn't tag you join in -- its a lot of people and I was unfortunately not smart enough to keep some form of a master list/ )

On the day of the Barnes-Delacroix wedding, the weather was perfect. Sunlight streamed in the many large windows of Heartwood's School where the wedding was held, crisp autumn leaves rustling in the breeze and the world filled with orange and red and gold set against a blue sky with harmless, beautiful clouds.

Heartwoods was filled with life, a historic manor house set in the woods, protected in a bend of the Hudson River. Children ran around in clothes for a wedding, setting things up and playing in the gardens, just the kind of place one would've expected Becca Barnes to pick. When they arrived, eager, magical children and teens led them through the large, bright mansion to a library, something out of a fantasy tale. It was tall and light, filled wall to wall with more books than could be imagined, with balconies for a double-height and stained glass.

The large, open reading area in the center had been set up for the wedding, with chairs arranged on either side of a centre aisle, an arch of flowers waiting, with chairs for the wedding parties on either side. As the guest seated themselves, soft music was playing

The ceremony proper started at 2pm as set, new music starting. The processional began.

First came Valeria's wedding party -- it was small, but clearly thought-out. Estelle Rosewood( @darling-of-the-underground), her adoptive sister/daughter, dressed in flowing black, true fae form shining proud with charcoal black skin and white hair the sunlight glinted from, seven feet tall and smiling in her deep red gown. On her arm, her brother, Eliza Castle-Delacroix( @chaotic-castle), Valeria's son, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit in the same red, dark curls wild as always as he grinned deviously, proud as he strode down the aisle, along with a few of Valeria's close friends she'd made over the years and a couple of teens. Right at the tale end were two distinctive figures -- Dominique Emerson and Em Gladstone ( @the-dominique-emerson @just-a-fucking-civilian), Valeria's former mentee and rising Mafia boss, and her girlfriend, Valeria's... no one was actually quite sure, but the girl was certainly important, kept away from the club itself and the mafia. Rumors were wild but all unconfirmed. The former wore a red suit, matched to the latter's, both smiling widely. Peggy Carter( @capt-carter-mostly-official), smiling proudly and dressed in blue, her maid of honor, the friend who had been constant through centuries, came last in Valeria's section.

Next, it was Rebecca's party, dressed in the same rich red. First in her party appeared her child Asta( @asta-barnes-rogers), dressed in a red suit with matching noise-cancelling headphones, a black cat curled in their arms with a red bow on it's collar, and a couple of fidget toys poking out of their pocket. Then Cordelia Wright( @little-miss-delia), Eliza Delacroix's girlfriend, who Becca had taken under her wing, dressed in a soft, flowing red dress, smiling shyly. About four other teens from the club and family members followed, matching, before her maid of honor, Sarah Rogers( @sarahrogers-steviesmum), her adoptive mother.

And at last, the flower girls -- Nadia Aberdeen and Jamie Carter ( @nadia-aberdeen @little-jamie-carter) holding each other's hands as they made their way down the aisle, tossing flower petals. Nadia was dressed as a princess in a pretty blue dress with a twirling tulle, a nice tiara in her hair, Jem in a soft purple dress made of light cottons and muslin that wouldn't irritate her skin, noise-cancelling headphones on her head and Bubba safely in her basket.

Then the music shifted as the first bride appeared. Valeria with her hair in an elegant twist and dressed in a sharp black suit, cane tapping. And smiling, broadly, actually smiling. On the arm of Alice Heartwood( @everyones-aunt-alice), her adoptive older sister, who wore a beautiful red dress, her wing wrapped around her little sister protectively as they made their way down the aisle. When they reached the end, she embraced her, then held Valeria's face as she kissed the younger woman's forehead softly.

Becca came next. Dressed in a flowing white gown with rich brown curls settling over her, she was a sight to see, angelic, like a storybook princess, glowing with love. Her belly was round with a baby just starting to show, one hand resting there happily, clearly proud, not trying to hide it in the least. She was on the arm of Bucky Barnes( @official-buckybarnes @buckybarnesoffical @justawhitewolf @barnes-jamesbuchanan-official @james-barnes-wintersoldier), leaning close to her older brother, her other arm held by her mother, Winnifred( @winnifred-winni-barnes).

Tears glittered in her eyes as she slowly made her way down the aisle, eyes never leaving her wife-to-be. When she reached the alter, she kissed her brother's cheek and let her mothers embrace her, squeezing their hands as all three of them welcomed Valeria.

Then, she took Valeria's hand, and they went to the alter, officiated by Alice. They held hands through the introductions and a single reading, a short speech on the responsibilities of marriage, before Eliza produced the rings and handed them to the brides.

Becca was the first to give her vows, squeezing the other woman's hands. "Valeria, my love," she murmured. "I don't even know where to start, to be honest with you." her voice raised to be heard by the whole room, and she smiled eyes full of love. "So I'll start where I can and tell you what's in my heart. I don't come from an easy place. Neither of us do, and neither of us knew the first thing about this mess. We all know I could talk about this for hours, many of those with us have heard me do so. So let me condense it for everyone's sake. Valeria Delacroix, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You are my saving grace and the woman who found me when I needed love and someone to lean on, and stood by me. You have always taken care of me, always loved me this way. Your love taught me to be stronger, to learn, to give myself the choice to make decisions for myself instead of others. Your love for me has given me the most amazing life I could dream of -- us, our children with us today, and the little one who is still waiting to come to this side of the world."

She took a deep breath, smiling. "The first gift you ever gave me was a pearl necklace. That first night where we finally took control of our feelings and gave a chance to having an 'us.' Months later when we began to realize how badly we needed to heal and started that journey, I found myself wearing it every day. And as it turns out, that's for an incredibly simple reason. It reminded me of you and that you've got me, til death do us part, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, better or for worse. And I love that. I love you."

Valeria was fighting tears by the time it was her turn, to her the woman she was marrying the only soul in the room as they looked at each other. "Rebecca Barnes, treasure of my heart," she began softly. "I have no words in any language for what you are to me. You are not just my wife or my lover, my best friend or my darling, you are all of those and so much more, sweet Rebecca. You are truly my soulmate, in every way. You cut through my layers so easily, each moment I fall more in love with you. I do not deserve you, nor will I ever, as I have told you a thousand times. But here's what I did not know then, that you have taught me. It's not about something so arbitrary as 'deserving,' but about trying. No more being defeated, but instead striving to be more, to be better, stronger. Something so rare yet so amazing. You once said you wanted me without my armor, at the pace I was comfortable with. Slowly helping me let myself be simply me. Loving me unabashedly, with so much hope it became infectious.

"And you have changed me, entirely for the better. You let me love again, and have not left, so constant I ought to be concerned. But I also know you will never leave. You have made what was once a house into a home. You have brought our children into it, and carry another in this moment. You are truly my guardian angel, my saving grace. I will love you and cherish you until the end of time, spoil you despite objections but within your comfort, and make sure you live out a long, happy, and comfortable life. For richer or poorer, til death do us part, in sickness and in health."

By the time Valeria got through her vows, nearly the whole room was crying. But Alice pushed through, smiling with her tears.

"Rebecca Barnes, do you take this woman, Valeria Delacroix, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Becca nodded, wiping her tears. "I do." she slid an elegant silver ring onto her wife's finger

"And Valeria Delacroix, do you take Rebecca Barnes as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Valeria answered, French accent thick with emotion, slipping the beautiful golden ring she had chosen onto Becca's finger.

"Then, by the power vested in me by the State of New York, any Gods there may be, and several hundred years of life, I now declare you lawful wives -- you may now each kiss your bride!"

the room broke out in cheers as Valeria caught Becca up in her arms and Becca threw her arms around Valeria's neck, kissing passionately as Becca spun her wife around, kissing her over and over

Finally, after hardships overcome and love, a thousand trials, a million moments, and overwhelming love in general, they were married. And neither could be happier

@chaotic-castle @darling-of-the-underground @that-punk-from-brooklyn @charlibooboo @mini-rogers-sibling @quillwinn @that-punk-from-brooklyn @mutantontheloose @natt-romanoff-barnes-official @proud-owner-of-americas-ass + Anyone who is a plus one, would have been invited, etc! (mod didn't think to make a properly comprehensive list so is pretty certain they're missing folks)

[insociometry]

What you said about Chapter 35’s title made me interested in the other titles, can you explain them please?

(Referencing this!)

Oh! Sure I can run through them really quick, but some of them are probably kind of boring?

First Contact: like two groups of people (or if it’s sci-fi, which is probably what I was thinking of to be honest, two species) meeting for the first time

New PokeDex Entry: the beginning chapters of this fic give me that same exciting early game feeling of catching like 5 new pokemon in 20 minutes on route 1. Gotta catch em all! Get in the Pokeball Felix!

Movie Night: plot summary title!

Found: Lost Dog: Seungminnie

Recalibrating: pack comes up with a new plan + that weird kind of post-panic clarity feeling

Bias Wrecker: Hyunjin immediately earning a spot in the heart and mind of our girl; also, I think I had just learned this term when I was editing this chapter…?

Grocery Run: plot summary title!

Full House: the whole pack cramming into the group chat

Visitations: dream visitations + home/family visits

Chocolate: hot cocoaaaa

Grill Master's Domain: I think this one is from a piece of dialogue?

Take Care: pack debriefing + Lino brand of care

Closer: physical closeness + leap in emotional intimacy

Slipping: literal and theoretical

A Spoon Of Honey: cooking and sweetness and a dialogue quote I think; kr homecooking is often measured in spoons since it’s all ratio-based

Emergency: plot summary title!

Curveball: baseball + unexpected conversation

Run, Rabbit, Run: “Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run / Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun / He'll get by without his rabbit pie / So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run” 🎶

Bittersweet: generally a bittersweet chapter + MC’s scent is kind of bittersweet to Hannie and he tastes her here

Anyway, Here's Wonderwall: plot summary title!

Interrogation: Minsung get interrogated and then you get interrogated

Match Play: bowling term; I think I was thinking about Hyunjin and MC’s little sexually charged face-off towards the end of the chapter (this one had a different title until the very last minute but I can’t remember it anymore…)

Dress-Up Doll: plot summary title! (original title was “Warmth” -- emotional intimacy plus the coats. I don't remember why I ended up not going with it...)

Picture You: photos and dirty dreams; also I was probably listening to the Chapell Roan song while editing 😆

Show and Tell: kind of an honesty-focused chapter? drinking games and close conversations…

Sleepover: plot summary title!

Puppy Kitty School: cooking with Felix and Seungmin

Cherry Stem: kissing and also maybe this is yoinked from MC’s internal dialogue…?

Terms and Conditions: the type of restaurant they go to (ryotei!) is used for business meetings sometimes, and they’re talking boundaries, so 🤷

Talk: short, frightening title for a short, frightening chapter

Pocket Dial: plot summary title!

Kiss and Make Up: plot summary title!

Morning After: plot summary title!

Switch: they switch!

Standing In Your Doorway: aforementioned Spider-Man 2 quote

[soulnottainted]

How about :3c for whichever romantic f/o this fits best: “God. You look adorable/etc. (when you’re blushing).” | AND/OR | A smiles fondly when B starts to blush and draws them closer, allowing them to hide in their embrace. (-dragonsmooch)

@dragonsmooch @jocelynships @featherstiitch

FIRST DRABBLE WITH BORIS! It took me a couple hours to write this and I hope you'll like it! Some dialogue my friend Adam aka featherstiich threw at me last night and I needed to incorperate it somehow too!

tw: slight mentions of alcohol, smoking, death

A heavy sigh escaped the PI as he took a long drag of his cigarette, papers and notes scattered on his desk. If he wasn't an investigator, he would've looked like a maniac: the scattered papers plus the rings under his eyes from lack of sleep would suggest it so easily if he was spotted on the street. For the most part though, he was stuck inside his tiny office which he split for the other half being his living quarters. Four of the six totems he had collected thus far. Who knows what hell would be unleashed if they were all put together. That wouldn't happen though, as Boris made the decision early on, that once all of them were found, they'd be hidden some place to not fall into the wrong hands.

In the meantime, it was a doozy of a time trying to locate totem number five. A guy name Sly Tony mentioned that he captured something in his basement. Boris though he was off his rocker, but come tomorrow night he would see what was going on over there. If Sly was truly telling the truth, the creature could lead Boris to the next totem perhaps. But tonight however...

A few soft knocks came from the door, which made Shuster almost jump out of his chair.

Damn, take it easy, will ya, you ol' geezer? It's just the door, just loud enough that a baby could've knocked! God, I need sleep.

His lanky form begged him not to get up, but his brain insisted otherwise. It was either a client who was at the door, or one of the employees from Louie's down the street, who liked their regular so much that they offered to deliver his pizza pies to his door whenever he called for one. Not many had that luxury, and Boris didn't have many of 'em, so he would take that luxury any day. Disheveled, he went to answer the door, not even bothering to grab his coat or hat for appearance's sake. That would've been a mistake because of who was on the other end of the wall. Before he could turn the knob, he heard.

"Boris?"

When Boris heard who it was, it snapped him out of his zombie-like state like he had been hit by lightning. He scrambled to grab his trench coat, almost knocking the coat hanger down in the process and threw his hat on. He tried not to turn to cause suspicion by his guest, but Boris hurried over to a small mirror on top of his sink to adjust his tie, to not look like a man who had been up for almost 48 hours trying to get close to a lead, thriving off of coffee alone.

"Just a minute, doll!" he called, "Almost ready!"

"No rush," he heard her insist back through the door.

Dammit, he forgot. Out of all things to forget...

What day of the week even was it? She said it was for Fri...Oh. It was Friday already. Shuster you sonnofa, she's a one-in-a-million gal and you forgot you had a date with 'er! Don't make her wait any longer!

With one last look and pulling down his fedora a tad, he turned and made his way to the door for a second time, this time opening it to reveal her. And oh...she was a beauty!

"Hello Boris," the soft, quiet, but light voice swirled the PI's mind before warming his heart. Kelsey bashfully clasped her gloved hands across her stomach. She wore a dark green coat with brass buttons overtop a hint of a mint dress underneath. Matching earrings adorned her, silver cat eye glasses framing her rounded face.

Being exhausted didn't let a grin differ a centimeter from Boris' lips at the sight of her, "You're prettier than Miss Monroe." A slightly calloused hand made its way to gently cup her cheek, the detective stepping closer to have Kelsey hid in his much taller shadow.

A soft laugh made both her dimples show, as well as a slight blush washing over them as she brushed the compliment off, "I'll never beat the likes of Miss Marylin." Ever since he met her and before that, she had insecurities of her bigger body. Unfortunately, sometimes, it gnawed and ate at her, any compliments passing her by like a taxi ignoring a patron who desperately needed a ride home.

"No?" Boris asked surprisingly taken aback, before the hand that held her cheek went to lift up her small chin to look into his eyes, "You look adorable, stunning, when you blush. You give her a run for her money, Angelcake. Plus, your beautiful figure in front of me? I don't know how you haven't been kissed to death yet, doll. It surprises the hell out of me, that's for damn sure."

There we go. That made her cheeks bright pink!

Shuster chuckled softly. He found out it didn't take much to make her this way, but it was endearing to him. Many women wanted Boris over the years, making themselves known to him so quickly and longingly, but he was never interested. Temptation was something that he didn't mess around with. Sure temptation could overthrow him when it came with a slug of whisky and another cigarette, but when it came to dames, he never bit the bullet.

It was ironic however that Kelsey and Boris had met at the hell hole of temptation, the Kitty Kat Club. A seductive voice insisted from inside the club to Boris who was smoking against the brick wall outside, to come on inside and dance with her. People had been disappearing from the club for awhile at that point, and Boris knew for certain that the lure the woman gave him was one step in the process for never being seen again.

And then Kelsey with a few of her friends could be heard, about to go into the club. Clearly Kelsey didn't want to be there, but she wanted to appease her friends who wanted her to have fun, let loose, and drink. Once the group went inside, the detective watched from afar, sneaking into the club to see what would happen. One of the seductive women who ran the club handed her a drink and Kelsey took the slightest sip.

Then things took a turn, as Kelsey screamed for help before passing out. The drink had been laced with a sleeping agent and the beautiful women around her, including her friends, transformed into she-devils, ready to pounce and devour their newest victim. Luckily Boris took care of the she-devils one by one, also spotting the fifth totem, a vase, on the liquor shelf behind the bar. When it was dead silent, surrounded by the bodies of the supernatural women and also the dead victims that had been the audience for the singer Madame Murie, the detective ran over to the latest victim. He checked her pulse. She was alive. Scooping her up into his arms and then retrieving the totem that belonged to the Strengoit legion, he brought them back to his office. From there, Boris took care of Kelsey until the affects of the poison wore off.

The rest was history, as Kelsey befriended Boris, knowing now that supernatural evil existed. There wasn't any turning back now, and Boris led her into that understanding together. And then he fell for her...oh so quickly. He didn't think it would ever happen. Now the two were on their 6th official date, among the many times Kelsey would stop by his office on the way to the laundromat or the market every week.

"I'm surprised you didn't fall for one of the She-Devils that night," Kelsey said quietly, awkwardly smiling, the insecurity in her voice despite the PI's sickeningly sweet words making her cheeks go into a reddish tone.

"She-Devils?" he responded, putting a hand on his hip, the bottom of trench coat giving a slight sway as he did so, "Dollface, at least try and say someone possible. They're the farthest thing from ya— "

Then he leaned closer to her face, just near the tip of her ear, hands holding her shoulders so she couldn't hide in his coat just yet, knowing she would try and do so. Shuster's voice became almost whisper in tone, "and that's why I love you so much. You've got a golden soul under that sunshine smile and body. They had nothing. "

He could hear Kelsey's breath hitch, which made him hum in amusement at her sweetness.

"Yeah," she responded, finally remembering to breathe, "Yeah you're right..."

As predicted, Kelsey tried to get closer and hide her face in the crook of Boris' coat, and at a moment's decision, he let her right on in.

"I mean...they tried to drug and kill me," Kelsey continued, murmuring into the fabric, "Those...Those broads from below never stood a chance."

The sudden insult from her made the PI laugh out loud, making it reverberate and echo as Kelsey had her ear pressed to his chest. His arms wrapped strongly around her figure before he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "See? That's the kinda self talk I wanna hear from now on, hon." Then he opened his coat so he could reach down and peck her cheek, which made her giggle slightly. "Now doll, you ready to take a walk on the town?"

"Mm. But Boris?"

"Yeah doll?"

"When we get back, you're gonna sleep. I can smell the amount of coffee under here. And I'm gonna stay just to make sure that you do."

"Is that a threat?"

"No, but if you don't get any sleep, I won't visit for two weeks."

"Well damn," the lanky detective patted her back as the two huddled together just outside his door, holding her close to him in his embrace, "That would be quite the let down, wouldn't it? Well...alright. I guess I fold my cards."

Not even a second later, his hand cradled the back of her head, lifting it to kiss Kelsey ever so softly.

"Thank you," the petite lady pulled back, smiling up at him, with all the care in the world, her blush in all that time now red as a tomato, "Now lead the way. You know the city better than I do."

Boris kept an arm wrapped both her shoulders as he led her down the stairs and out the front door, and then down the front steps outside. He gave her a wink and another kiss on the head, "You got it, sweetheart, you got it."

The two of them walked into the night, lit by the soft glow of the street lamps. Uncertainty flooded Boris' future, but he knew that if this lovely lady stayed in his life, things would look up. They already have. Whatever happened with the totems, Boris would make sure Kelsey stayed as far away from that whole situation as possible, when the time were to come. For now, his mind had been fully taken off the case for the first time in a long while. It would do him good to do so. He was a good man, but also a mad man for what he had gotten himself into with all the mess of the damn totems. Kelsey offered him sanity, just by her company being alongside him: that was a deal he could never refuse.

[tittysuckersworld]

bsd sleepwear headcannons because i cant stop thinking about it

dazai: either missmatched pajama sets or like a old footy night gown and sweats. if its really hit he might wear a thin linnen nightgown shift but he still wears smth. also his bandages stay on most nights. (also onsies because i forgor when writing-)

atsushi: also has a pajama set or two, mostly given from the agency. but whenever he can he wears the onsies he has. if its really hot he sleeps in some comfy baggy shorts and a t-shirt

kyouka: also onsies. has like a nightgown but most of the time wears her onsies and feels comfortable in the hug of smth soft and warm :>

kunikida: matching pajama set, one for every day of the week scheduled so it works with his laundry and everything else. has an extra set or two and a onsie because family sleepovers are inportant for company moral

naomi and junichiro: matching onsies, a few nightgowns for naomi and some night shirts and slacks for junichiro. when its hot junichiro probably just wears a thin shirt and comfy pants wile naomi.. i dont wanna talk about it.

ranpo: constant onsies. all the time. honestly a miracle that he gets out of them in the morning. cannot sleep without being a little kitty cat or smth

kenji: honestly? just simple shorts and a shirt. very simple for a comfy contry boy. has a onsie as stated of the others but thats only for fancy occasions

yosano: only wears nightgowns. they have tryed to get her to join in with onsies but they feel too.. i guess entraping to her? just not her style. if it gets too cold she will double up on blankets if anything

fukuzawa: probably just wears jinbei(traditional japansese sleepwear from google) most of the time. tho also has a few old person night gowns like dazai and some onsies for sleepovers. also a tall pointy hat that slumps over. you can guess the ones ;>

okay i dont really know for those outside of ada- but um-

poe mostly ends up sleeping in his work clothes cause his layers look so so comfy- if not, pajama set and coat still because aforementioned comfy

lucy probably just wears a simple night dress. a little nice one but smth that also keeps her comfy

alutagawa sleeps in his outside clothes. he has mental illnesses(dw i do too eyebrowless bang man). if you can get him tho he will take onsies

gin has some pajama sets for most nights, and also onsies because let me have this. if i cant have them. they can.

ane-san also wears jinbei or honestly silken night robes/gowns. all fancy enough and made to be super comfy. plus some sorta loose silk pants and just djebdufjej comfy comfy girlboss. has a single onsie to match with chuuya

and the reason why had all these thoughts in first place, chuuya nakahara, the one who i have the exact ideas for!!!!!

he just wears some comfy pants. no shirt. choker depending on how he feels and his energy. and thats it. he might have some extra gloves or a dog plush with hand pockets built in but um. ya! actually he dose have that plush it was at first cruddily sewn together when he started in the mafia and only slept with his hoodie on even if he didnt like it because it kept his hands away. then over time it has been sewn over and over, patched up with little bits of his comrades he trusted to mend em up with. even some stuff from himself. is a stupid silly guy but fuck it i love hypothetically accesible stuffed animal design.

anyways goodbye from my self indulgent rambles and i gotta get to sleep

[dailylifeonmadmire]

April 6, 2025

Today was a cold morning, but I was excited for the morning broadcast. Yesterday all the plots were filled and sold, so here we are maybe with a new neighbor?

We do! Clay has landed safely, and now his home is right here on Madmire! Mr. Nook also talked about a new workshop—getting to customize things sounds so cool. Maybe my house can get a nice little makeover sometime soon? I'll see what things I can do soon.

My new yard though turned out amazing, and I'm happy to have apple trees right here at home. I remember having all sorts of fruit trees back in the old country, and while we don't have peaches and mulberries here but it's something. While working, I shot down one of those lovely little presents, and inside was a beautiful blue dress. I couldn't help but put it on right away, even if it did mean changing clothes outside. Nobody was walking around to see me, I think...

After that, I found more fossils around the island and took them to the museum. I haven't had the chance to actually look into the fossils and art yet, so today was the day with the first installation of a piece. And HOLY MOLEY this museum really is giant! The fossils are bigger than my house, these rooms feel the size of half the island. I wish that I could play a hiding game in this building because it's just that insane.

I also met some pretty interesting characters today. That little hedgehog? She was back, and I bought myself a new little outfit so I had more clothing options. Plus, that dress - yeah it got hot FAST! This little sweater is really soft, I like it a lot and it feels like it matches my new skirt and boots well.

The other character I met was an odd little dog, I didn't even hear the plane take off or land to drop him off. His name is Harvey, and I guess he's trying to get some interest for his collective. I'm curious about it, but maybe I'll travel to it on a different day.

The other little character I saw was absolutely adorable. I met her on the way to re-meeting Clay, and it seems she works with her grandmother. It all kind of reminds me of my time in the gardens growing up with my grandparents. She was selling these cute turnips that looked the size of her head. I still fully don't understand this economy of miles and bells, now there are turnips? For 98 bells, I spent about half of what I had to at least try it out. She explained it to me decently well, so I'll be keeping an eye on things with the shop to hopefully get my money back at least. Let 'em rise for a nice surprise, I think is what she says!

After learning the stalks (turnip stalks...get it? Do they even have stalks?) I went to see Clay. I was honestly shocked, his floor is still dirt. He actually remembered me, and he was thrilled to see me. Although I will say, don't really see much of a point of sweeping this dirt floor. I wonder if Mr. Nook is aware of this? Did Mr. Nook screw up, is it his fault or is this something Clay wanted for his home? I'm sure I'll learn more soon, for now...he's an odd little hamster.

[libras-interactives]

Do you have any OC’s for Lackadaisy who didn’t make it into the fic or who were made after you started writing? I love hearing about all of them so much

;v; wagh

So 2~3 of these kitties are connected to Devil's Moon characters but probably won't show up (or at least, will only be mentioned), and two arent related to it at all.

Viviana Carmina Holst - Slyvester's wife, who Ive thought so much about but may not even show up "on camera" LOL. A calico with auburn hair she keeps in a fairly old-fashioned style, to match her more modest dress. She's thin and has big, bright green-brown eyes.

She's quite sociable, observant, easygoing and a terrible cardshark. She loves company and doesn't get it nearly as much as she'd like; they live in a modest yet well-decorated home outside St. Louis city limits. Carmina comes from a large Italian family. She was the first of her siblings to be born in America. She's always been known as Carmina to them (there were already three Vivianas in the extended family), and Vivi to her husband.

Because she and Slyvester could not have children, they adopted three nephews after the boys' parents passed (Carmina's side). The boys are now grown and the two oldest are quite successful. The youngest still lives with them to help his mother, as Carmina is disabled and Slyvester works a lot, and they've yet to find a live-in nurse that suits them.

Carmina and Slyvester grew up together in the same Italian-majority neighborhood; his family is Danish and was one of the few non Italians on the block. Carmina's parents approved of him bc he agreed to convert, they knew he wasn't a drinker, and they were relieved their sickly daughter was able to get married and have someone take care of her for the rest of her life.

Flynn's Family - I've thought a lot about them but I don't think they'll be super relevant or come up, alas. His older brother Seamus is fairly important to the business, but rarely makes himself known. He has some pretty bad physical and mental damage from the war, so tends to be anti-social, plus years of Flynn's emotional manipulation have taken their toll. Tomas was the youngest and the golden child, died in the war. Flynn couldn't stand him. Sorcha was older than Tomas but younger than Flynn, I'm still unsure what happened exactly, but she's not around her parents anymore. They didn't really dote on her like they did the boys, or Tomas.

Their mother was tall and slender, while the father was more stout and broad, and a little shorter - only Seamus had his build and coloring, the rest of the children were looked and were built like their mama. All of them had orange and black markings but the Flynn we know is the only chimera.

I keep wanting to think of more for the family - their history, and appearances and whatnot, but then I pull back because it "won't be relevant" in Devil's Moon ... well, might do it anyway bc I just like writing family dynamics and drama, lol. I already wrote a ton about Carmina so might as well.

Okay these two are 100% not UTDM related and from an Arkham Horror board game/kinda tabletop bc we rp'd it a ton. The setting is 1920s anyway, and I forced my friends to play and make lackadaisy OCs (it was my birthday damn it 😂). These two characters rotted a crater in my brain for 2 weeks straight and I still like em a ton. Sister Marguerite was mine and Father Elijah was initially my partner's but I have since stolen him haha.

Sister Marguerite, formerly Adelaide Whitaker. Wheeww... so much to say here but I'll condense it. Originally from a wealthy East Coast family, she was forcefully sent to a "wellness and manners" sort of school for "esteemed ladies" that was really just a ruse to hide her pregnancy. It wasn't a Magdalene asylum/laundry, though. She lost the child, but a handful of nuns showed her such kindness (and she'd had religious-fixated OCD for years that her family actively made worse anyway) that she converted to Catholicism and began the process of becoming a nun once she was old enough. She's happy with her current life, enough that her OCD has lessened somewhat, but ofc there are still bad days. She often fixates on physical purity, baptism and "healing water"; most of her sisters chalk her "peculiarities" up to her extreme devotion and are willing to overlook her bad, spiraling days bc shes v dear to them. She's a good-hearted woman, quiet, and doesn't scare easily. Puts others before herself again and again.

As a cat, she's white with unsettling sectorial heterochromia, big slender ears, and an odd face. Lackadaisy cats are generally pretty cute but she's meant to be more "homely". Her eyes are more unnerving than striking. This is the photo that was the first inspiration for her, though this kitty is very cute, haha. If she were human I think she'd have bright eyes and a very plain face. I've drawn her but my art is pretty oof! I need to keep practicing bc her face and headshape in particular are kinda different.

Actually considered reworking her backstory to be one of Jack's many siblings; he did have a sister who ran off, but thats kinda irrelevant in UTDM rn. If anything itd be mentioned in an epilogue.

Father Elijah - A handsome man from a good Midwestern family. They were disappointed when Elijah joined the church, feeling like he was wasting his potential. He's always felt close to God and wanted to help others, but he's also a deeply scholarly person and loves theology, even if some things he studies would be considered heretical. This doesn't necessarily mean he's open minded, especially to those he considers "irredeemable", but he's always polite, protective of his flock and usually a pretty affable guy.

Elijah certainly has some kind of mental stuff rolling around in his noggin; I don't want to call it disorder or illness, especially since he doesn't really have a name for it at the time period (like Marguerite with her OCD). In the tabletop, they came to Arkham together as allies and quickly became rather ... obsessed with each other. He's very fixated with Marguerite, believing her to be a pinnacle of what a godly person should be, and later believing she can actually speak to angels (or is one??). He wants so much of her attention, to hear her opinions and interpretations of faith. To say he puts her on a pedestal is an understatement. Calling it "romantic" interest isnt the whole picture, and too simple for... whatever the hell he's got going on. Marguerite admires him deeply but in a more "inspired" way. Platonic is also too simple for what she's feeling, but her attachment certainly isn't as deep as his.

As a cat he's an orange tabby with pretty blue eyes. Meant to be a really tall good looking dude, a contrast to Sister Margy. Maaany women in the church have admired him but he's never considered or indulged in feelings like that until Marguerite; he doesn't even consider his appearance much. Just tries to keep tidy. I also terribly drew him real quick for the tabletop. I think his ears should have kind of a cute shape and he's got extra fur around his face :3 Still not sure on what sort of tail he'd have, though.

Shoutout to tabletop!Father Elijah who dual wielded a pistol and giant crucifix on the regular, constantly threw himself into danger to save Margie and slowly became twisted by the dark powers he was trying so hard to stop 👍🏽 One of my favorite scenes was both of them jumping into a portal together, then getting separated bc we rolled poorly and they both got HP/Sanity down to 0. Elijah woke up in the hospital in extreme pain, left without fully restoring HP and ran all the way back to the church to find Marguerite. They held each other at the altar for a while and she gave him her rosary bc he lost his crucifix in the void. and they promised to never leave each other again and stayed attached at the hip in spite of the usual eldritch horrors. normal arkham horror things. I'd love to make Arkham LCG cards for them; theyve already got custom cards for the 2nd edition board game (but now my other fixations and nerdness is showing so ill stop here).

(shoutout to that poor eldritch-corrupted NPC who sister marguerite believed needed a baptism to restore him, so father elijah held the dude down while he almost drowned and margeurte prayed over him and one party member witnessed all this and told the others so EVERYONE avoided "those catholic freaks" for the whole session sdkdskfs)

[nerdieforpedro]

I sure know how to pick 'em

Chapter three of "Do we know how to love?"

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Nadia Thomas (plus size OFC)

This fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Do we know how to love series list

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: A first date turns into something else. Not all vibrations are good ones as Nadia finds out and it leads Frankie to have growing concerns.

Warnings: toxic relationship, implied sexual activity, brief mention of drugs, Nadia is messy lady

Notes: I haven't been inspired to write for the series for quite awhile so I'm happy to out another chapter. I have it mapped out mostly. These two are...well if I was going to be angsty with anyone it would be my boy Fish. He gives me so much to work with so how can I not?

Eddie was calling Nadia before her date. She did not pick up and put her phone on vibrate. Fuck him trying now that she’s said something. It’s her night tonight. Her plan was to get laid, and if he was nice, it was a bonus. Frankie seemed so sweet with his daughter, she was clearly a daddy’s girl and that made the nurse smile. She looked over herself, she wore her favorite black dress that had kimono sleeves, a deep plunging neckline exposing her ample breasts and the hem of the dress hit the tops of her knees, that way when she sat down it would go to midthigh. Nadia knew she looked beautiful, she just felt nervous. Eddie’s been the only man for the last two and a half years, now she actually had a date, with a handsome man at that. Nadia picked up her red clutch wallet and worked her hand through the wristlet, and grabbed her matching candy red shoes, about three inches, any taller and it would be a guaranteed fall. In these she could halfway manage short distances. Headlights were seen as she headed down the stairs and before she could pop her heels on, the doorbell rang. Well, he showed up so that’s a very good sign. A smile crept along her face as she opened the door, it left her mind that she wasn’t wearing shoes.

“Hi Frankie. Funny meeting you here.” Nadia attempted a corny joke. Frankie chuckled and ran a hand through his numerous curls. He didn’t have the hat on and bless the Lord he isn’t bald, the man had a full head of chocolate curls.

“A coincidence indeed. Looks like I found the beautiful woman I’m supposed to take to dinner.” Frankie grinned and took her hand, but looked down, stopping Nadia from stepping outside. “You’re missing something cariño (dear).” His grin grew wider as Nadia’s cheeks flushed, her shoes, of course. 

“Come on in Frankie, I won’t be but a minute.” She replied and set her wristlet down on a small table near the front door to grab her shoes. She had dropped them near the stairs, plopping down the third stair up, she was putting her left shoe on when Frankie bent down in front of her.

“Need some help?” He asked, he held his hands above her left leg, but didn’t touch her yet. Nodding, he then placed his palm on the back of her calf and lifted her leg as she bent her knee, angling her foot to slip her shoe on. Nadia bit the inside of her mouth.

“Frankie, we don’t have to go to dinner.” The pilot’s eyes widened; they were supposed to go on a date, right? What does she mean? He set her left leg down and tilted his head in confusion.

“What do you mean? I have a reservation…” Nadia’s right foot trailed up Morales’ thigh and pressed against his crotch. A darkness peppered her eyes as she set her hands on her thighs, raising the hem of her dress to expose more of her thighs.

“As long as you’re okay with it, I would like to take a raincheck on dinner. I think we should indulge other appetites.” She put her right leg down and leaned forward, her fingers dancing over Frankie’s patchy beard. “Are you alright with it Frankie?” The pilot didn’t speak, he chose to place his forearms under her thighs and lifted Nadia up, she quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he carried her up the stairs. When Frankie did speak, he only had one question for her, 

“Where’s your bedroom hermosa (gorgeous)?”

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Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales had become a better man over the years. It began with the birth of his daughter and being a single father. It was required of him to be better for his little corázon (heart). That meant getting off the coke, getting a stable job and keeping it, which he did successfully. Morales learned from his meetings that he needed to channel the same fervor he sought drugs out with into something else, he thought work and his daughter would be enough, but it wasn’t. He tried focusing on different models of planes, flight paths but it would depress him rather than help because he couldn’t fly, not yet. 

What he could do was learn what women want.

Making different women climax was no problem for Morales. He considered each woman a different puzzle to solve, to focus on, to learn. It was enjoyable for both parties involved for a time. His issue came when he wanted more from them: companionship and commitment. The former pilot had a knack for finding women who were open to sex but not a relationship or as Frankie had found out a few times, they were already in one.

There hadn’t been any indicators to Frankie that Nadia was anything other than single. He was also aware he hadn’t asked. Waking up in her bed, the sun met his eyes and he squinted. When he was able to focus, he looked down to see Nadia’s sleeping face on his chest. He smiled remembering last night, how she’d been very forthcoming with her wants. She managed to surprise Frankie by slipping right out of her dress as soon he’d set her down and told him to come. That he did and they managed three rounds before passing out. She turned a switch in him where he didn’t mind being told what to do, where to suck, where to lick where to spread his climax. That reminded him of the red marks she’d made on his chest and he chuckled proudly. 

A buzz went off, and Frankie reached for it instinctively as his phone was always on vibrate. His friend Benny had shown him how to put the ringer on but it went off during one of his daughter’s parent-teacher conferences so he turned the damn thing back off. Turns out it was not his phone but Nadia’s and there’s an ‘Eddie’ calling. When the call went to voicemail, Frankie saw that Eddie had called multiple times. The pilot wondered if it was happening again, was he the other man again? He’s sick of it. Looking away from the phone, he peered down at the sleeping woman. His face softened slightly as she stirred and greeted him with a muffled ‘morning’ before lifting her head. He held her phone up,

“Morning Nadia. Who’s Eddie?”

Her throat was dry and she felt sore in the best way. It’s the best morning she’s had in years. Waking up to a man as handsome as Frankie. Last night she convinced herself that it was fine to try different positions and actually for what she wanted. She surprised herself when she hovered above Frankie’s face, his nose tickling her small sensitive bud as it felt like he was sucking her soul out of her.

Now she’s looking at the name of the man who always seems to stop her. Stop her from enjoying herself. Stop her from exploring parts of herself. Stop her from being herself. The nurse sat up and placed a hand on Frankie’s chest, keeping her eyes focused on his. The face that had made her cry with pleasure last night, that was so expressive, was now fixed and hard. Dammit Eddie.

“That’s my ex-boyfriend. He keeps calling me. As you can see I haven’t answered.” It was the truth. He didn’t need to hear that it was just yesterday. Frankie sighed and handed her the phone. He scooted back to sit against the headboard. 

“Nadia. You’re…well last night was incredible, and I do want to get to know you, but I’m not willing to be on the side. You’re not married or engaged are you?” He crossed his arms, making a barrier between the two. Nadia moved closer but didn’t touch Frankie.

“I was engaged to him. It wasn’t going to work out between us. I told him I couldn’t be with him anymore.” She then touched his shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

“You’re not going to scratch me again are you?” Frankie asked, raising an eyebrow. Nadia smiled and poked his nose.

“Not unless you’re going to give me reason to, which I certainly wouldn’t mind.” She grinned and kissed his cheek. “We may want to eat first though, I’m a bit hungry.”

“Me too cariño. We’ll talk over breakfast. We ordering or cooking?” Frankie asked. His head turned toward the vibrating phone, the man was calling again. There’s more going on here than she’s telling him, that much he can tell, but they’ve just slept together so he may not need to know. He wants to and Frankie knows when he finds someone he likes he falls hard. 

“Cooking. Let me freshen up and put some clothes on and I’ll meet you downstairs.” Nadia smiles and hops out of bed. She sets the vibrating phone on the nightstand and enters the bathroom. 

Frankie wonders if she’s using her nonchalance to mask her emotions or if she’s really that blasé about that man blowing up her phone like that. What has he gotten himself into this time?

The Catfish Bowl 🐟: @yorksgirl @megamindsecretlair @guelyury @innerpersonunknown @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @gwendibleywrites @legendary-pink-dot @titlee78

[whatthehorsedoicallthisblog]

I am apparently more bothered about my friend getting sick and being unable to go to Mamma Mia with me tonight than I thought I wass

So like, things have just been a little sad because there’s a lot of upcoming changes that are a little nerve wracking. Roommate is moving out, and I’m planning to be gone by June, so I don’t know if my landlord is going to want me to find another roommate for those like, two months, or if he’s just going to wait until I’m gone and sell the house.

This friend and I were super excited and both had matching plans to dress up as an ABBA member (her) and Donna Sheridan (me!). She’s really the only friend I have down here who’s super into musicals and a nerd like me who I also enjoy spending my time with lol. But recently she’s kind of fallen into the whirlpool of my job, where we think it’s fun and cool and that our bosses aren’t that bad, which is sad, because they’re going to step on her, and also because I no longer can talk freely with her about how bad they are - she might report back to them. Which is honestly fine, because we’ve all been at the top of the whirlpool, and they will eventually betray her one way or another the same they’ve done to everyone, ever. And her Scorpio butt is going to toss them to the curve and rake em through the coals. And until then, we have more stuff to talk about and hang out with. Plus, I’m trying not to get as involved with that job since I’m leaving at the end of February, anyways.

Okay, so - we’ve tried to go out to Chili’s for their hot mozzarella sticks for like two weeks now, and she has to keep cancelling it because of work and things she can’t control. Which is sad, but understandable. Mamma Mia was a Christmas gift from my mom for us two. She was super excited and we’re supposed to leave at 4 tonight, but she texts at like 8am saying she’s woken with a fever and ick and can’t go. Again, things out of her control.

But I am left literally scrambling to find someone else to go with, and I don’t know if I have any friends who will want to go and who I would like to go with. My roommate would go, but I don’t like her all that much tbh hahaha. I have a lot of friends I love, but they’re not as into musicals as I am. Plus! A lot of my friends are super busy and going through tons of shiz, as we all are in the year 2025.

So whatever - I’m going tonight, whatever happens, I just might not have someone to go with. Doesn’t matter, I’m still going to have a great time.

But as I’m just like working through the day, I realize an issue I’ve been having for weeks now has STILL not been resolved and I don’t know what I can do to fix it, and I…nearly cried lol.

Clearly, I’m more emotionally hurt and upset by this than I thought I was. And I’m not sure what I can really do about that, there’s a lot of shiz happening rn that I feel helpless about so it’s not like I have a direct problem I can solve or anything.

Whatever. I’ll be upset until I am sitting in my set and singing my heart out to some Mamma Mia.

[brodiebalcoin]

Brodie smiled as he saw the dress. Keegan really had outdid himself and had also done perfectly with helping Brodie select pieces that would match perfectly. "It's absolutely gorgeous. He's just getting to know you well is all." The fact that Keegan had been so supportive meant a lot to him and felt like a big representation of how much they had grown together and apart. Life really did come full circle. And though there were always things he would regret, he wouldn't change the trajectory of getting here. He only wished his mom was still around to see it. To witness him finally having a life that suited him. He knew she would have loved Colette, that was without a doubt. "Plus, he made it easy to take off. That man knows what he's doing."

He laughed as she amended her earlier statement and he grabbed her phone to snap a picture of them as she sat in front of the mirror and he stood behind her. "Yeah the people there won't even know what hit 'em." When Marnie ran back into the room in her own Keegan styled dress, he almost burst into tears right then and there. "Oh my god, you look so gorgeous," he told her, holding her hand so she could do a little spin. He couldn't believe how much she had grown and it would always make him emotional. He made the two of them stand next to each other so he could take more pictures before putting self timer on to take one of the three of them. "Come on, our chariot awaits," he told them with a wiggle of his brows and grabbed their coats, helping them both put them on before they were out the door. Now, Brodie wasn't rolling in it, but he did have a ton of social currency so with a little help from his friends and Flynn Bueller of course, a limo had arrived in front of the house for them, a driver greeting them and opening the door. "I told you only the best for my girls," he added like it was no big deal as they climbed in the back and one of Colette's songs could be heard playing on the speakers.

"It's only like a twenty minute ride but I thought we'd ride in style, you know?" Of course they weren't actually going that far considering the detour but he hoped Colette wouldn't realize it until they got closer to the venue. "I can't believe i'm saying this but it's too early for me to have champagne so we've got some juices here and,"he paused as he grabbed a thermos that was on the seat. "Some coffee from Magnolia's," he told Colette and grabbed a cup for her to pour her some before pouring a bit for himself. "I mean come on, Marn, do you have the coolest parents or what?" He knew the implications of that and he had done a lot to make sure Marnie knew how special her relationship with her mother was but there was no denying how solid their little trio had become.

"I did, actually," She confirmed for Brodie, as she couldn't get enough of his signature scent. It was her little way of making sure that he was still around her, even when he physically wasn't or couldn't be. Plus, as she'd come to find out, he couldn't get enough of her whenever she did smell like him. "It's not my fault that you decided to smell as good as you do." Colette said, her words leaving her mouth slower as Brodie kissed at her neck. Yeah, she didn't regret her choices what so ever. "You know, for some reason I just can't see you doing anything revolving this holiday low key." Colette told her boyfriend with a shake of her head. Brodie lived his life grand and she had no complaints towards that. His lips soon met hers once more, the two of them losing themselves to the moment but again, age was a great thing as it reminded them that they had responsibilities that day. And whilst, she would have loved to spent the day simply doing that with him— she was really excited to see what'd be coming up next for them.

"I was thinking this, actually." Colette said, as she held up a gorgeous black sequin gown that one of his best friend's Keegan had gifted her. "Keegan actually dropped it off this week and if I didn't know better, I'd say that he must have had some insider tea into what my dream dress would look like. C'mon now, like this is immaculate." She turned it over for her boyfriend to get all the details before he spoke of wanting to match her. "... or feel free to match a whole lot. I won't ever complain." She joked, as she began to line her lips although Brodie and herself always found a way to compliment one another. Her mother often joked it wasn't hard to do so when they looked the way they did, which she wasn't wrong.

By the time Brodie had stepped out, she'd already been fully done up. A low whistle left her lips as she took in the sight in front of her. Now, she'd seen Brodie in many forms, but she had to admit, her man looked hella good. "That, I definitely am." She said, with a nod of her head. "Actually, strike everything I said before. Let's keep every Valentine's Day up to this level." She said with a bright grin as Brodie stepped up to her, pressing a kiss to her head. "You already had me at look hot as fuck, quite frankly."

[bundrops-n-fluffytops]

Welcome Home Agere Fic - Baby’s Instinct

Characters: Little!Wally Darling, CG! Poppy Partridge, CG!Missy McBee (OC), CG! Eddie Dear, CG! Barnaby B. Beagle

Chapters: 1-4(?)

Setting: Poppy’s Barn (living room, kitchen), Missy’s Hive (restaurant, upstairs apartment), Eddie’s Post Office (front desk, upstairs apartment), Barnaby’s Dog House (living room, bathroom, guest bedroom)

Premise: Just the various little things that Wally calls his caregivers.

Author’s Note: Ok two things: One, this might be my biggest writing project yet. I’m planning on going with four chapters PLUS an oc, so I’m really getting dynamic with my interactions. Hopefully, this works out in my favor, lol

Wish me luck!!

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Chapter 1: POPPY

The smell of Poppy’s kitchen always filled Wally with joy, but oh so much hunger.

The titular painter had been babysat by his feathered fellow for the day, and she had decided to bake him a special treat, for he had been very polite and well-mannered to her. He cleaned his toys, went to sleep on nap time, and even said please and thank you. Behavior like this was to be rewarded properly.

Wally sat eagerly in front of the oven, watching as his reward grew from the heat. Poppy had promised to make him these apple cinnamon muffins if he was polite - one of his favorites- so he made sure he was on his best behavior possible. Thankfully, even if it took some proper puppy-eyes to convince her fully, his manners got him the reward he desperately wanted.

Wally practically bounced on his knees as he pressed against the glass of the oven, giggling excitedly as he did. Poppy had dressed him in the cutest red and yellow onesie, and even gave him a matching hat just to add to the cuteness. Seeing him this giddy in his getup was an adorable sight to behold for the feathered mother.

“Muffin, muffin, I wan’ muffin!”, Wally excitedly said while tapping on the glass frantically. Poppy chuckled, gently running a wing against the waving hand. “I know dear, but you must be patient, you know? It needs to take a little longer to be perfect, okay?”

Wally nodded, still staring intensely at the muffins. Poppy shook her head admirably, a low chuckle and hum as she sat beside her giggling baby.

Soon time went by, and a resounding ‘ding!’ rang through the kitchen. Wally practically sprang into his feet, jumping and waving his hands in excitement.

“They done they done!!”, he yelled giddily, “take ‘em out!” Poppy nodded, reaching for her oven mitts and sliding them on her wings carefully. She waved her baby away from the hot oven and opened the door, the hot air hitting her like a brick. She moved the hot wire rack towards her to grab the muffin tin… until she saw a tiny yellow hand reach forward.

“Wally, NO-“ she shouted, but it was too late. He had touched the tin.

“OWIE-“ he wailed, immediately retracting his hand from the tin and holding it close. Tears began to bead at the corners of his eyes, his hand burnt slightly and shaking. Poppy immediately pulled the tin from the oven, closing the oven shut and ripping off her mitts. She quickly moved towards the sniffling baby, and cradled the burnt hand in hers.

“Oh honey,” she cooed worriedly, “you know you shouldn’t touch hot metal!” She bent and twisted the hand gently to see if the damage was severe, afraid of how burnt her baby was. He sniffled, wiping his free hand underneath his runny nose and teary eyes.

“I sorry, m’ just wann’ed th’ muffins…” he whimpered, his voice wavering heavily and hiccuping loudly. Poppy frowned deeply, planting a quick chaste smooch on the top of his head before picking him up. She rested him cradled on her wing, his burnt hand still being held by the other.

She walked to the sink and ran the faucet of refreshing cold water, checking to make sure it was cold enough. She then led Wally’s injured hand towards the water, and let it run over his burn and cool it down. The pain subsided soon after, and Wally retracted his hand from the water then.

“Are you feeling better, baby?” Poppy asked Wally. He nodded, his earlier distress a thing in the past.

“You must be more careful around hot things like that, sweetie! You got really hurt! Promise me you won’t do that again, will you?” Wally guiltily averted his eyes, then nodded. Poppy pulled him into a tight embrace, him going limp in her presence.

Poppy then began to carry him towards the living room, where her blanketed nest sat. It was a huge room filled with just about anything, but mostly with a large tv, a pantry, a large coffee table with a complimentary coffee maker, and a large hay and pillow-covered couch. It was a space built for everyone, and it fit everyone perfectly.

She carefully laid Wally down comfortably on the nest, the pillows cushioning him from the itchy hay. She patted his head with her wing, then turned to go back to the kitchen. “I’m going to go back and get the muffins, alright dear?”

Wally’s initial excitement for the muffins returned, his smile returning and his hands now clapping once more. He watched as Poppy carefully removed each muffin from the tin and placed them onto a large plate, before grabbing two smaller plates and placing one of the muffins onto each plate.

She then went her way towards the once more excited baby, the plates in her wings. Once she got to the nest, she handed Wally one of the plates, and sat beside her with her own.

“Now, the muffin here is really hot, okay?” Poppy warned the excitable boy, “It just came from the oven and needs a bit to cool. Can you blow on it to cool it off, honey?” Wally quickly nodded before turning back to his plate. He pursed his lips into an O shape and blew harshly at the hot muffin, earning a giggle from Poppy.

Once he figured the muffin was cooled off fully, he carefully held the muffin and took a big blink from the side.

The muffin was light and fluffy, with the occasional crunch from the bits of apple stuck inside. It smelled amazing, the cinnamon sugar creating a sweet and aromatic scent, and the apples bringing the flavors together without overwhelming the muffin.

Wally was quite literally on cloud nine, munching away at the delicious confection. Poppy smiled, biting carefully herself at her own muffin, making sure no crumbs got stuck to the hay beneath her.

“Now, Wally,” she started, “what do we say when we’re given something?” Wally wiped his sleeve messily against his mouth, swallowing any chunks of muffin down to talk properly.

“F’ank you, mama.”

Poppy’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden nickname.

He…he called her mama.

Mama.

That’s her, that’s mama.

She cleared her throat, trying to fight the urge to scoop him up and kiss him all over his face.

“You’re welcome, baby,” she said, patting her baby on his head. He smiled, leaning into the touch and cuddling beside her, still munching on the muffin.

His mama was always there, they both knew it.

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[jayyy3z]

My Angel baby~

izana kurokawa//: pt 1/3

"The hell i am!" Izana scoffed at his older brother. Shinichiro sighed. "You'll be fine izana." He walked to the dinning table setting plates and cups. "I think it would be a good idea. Plus mikey an I will be there." Emma jumped into the conversation while bringing the food to the table.

"No offense but preppy collages ain't my thing. How come i just cant be a hobo?" Izana grabbed a piece of toast an shoved it into his mouth. "Stop it! I paid for this damn collage thing! Your going that's it!" Shinichiro raised his voice.

"I see nothing wrong at the collage i was at?!"- "good morning" Mikey's voice entered the kitchen. His brightly smile was touching each ear. "The fuck are you so happy about?" Izana asked annoyed at his younger brother.

         "Morning~" a feminine voice called from behind. "I see" he smirked. He eyed the young girl up an down. "Bye." Emma said walking to her spot at the table. "Nonsense em we got room." Mikey smirked setting the girl on his lap. She was wearing a baggy shirt with only panties under. Her large breasts were visible threw the shirt.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Where you going?" Izana asked as he watched his sister get up. "Im not betraying senju." She scoffed an walked the other way. The three boys sat at the table eating their breakfast. "So your ready for today big bro?" Mikey asked shoving some hash browns in his mouth.

"Oh? Your going to yukinos college to?" The girl asked. "Sadly" he replied. "Oh that's lovely you guys going together"- the girl was cut off by the ring on her phone. "Fuck." She stood up quickly and kissed Mikey's lips. "I have to go baby my moms gonna kill me." She rushed upstairs to grab her things.

"Bye baby!" She closed the door. "Well she seems nice" shinichiro and izana said at the same time. "Yeah...she's perfect." Mikey smiled at the door. "Is she gone?" Emma shouted from the living room. "Alright get dressed an head out." Shinichiro finished his coffee.

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The girl dashed in-front of the big gates braking her Prada heels. "Shit!" She grumbled taking them off. The girl entered the code running past the big fountain of her house. She quietly opened the door an gently closing it. She quickly rushed up stairs.

The girl slid an slide with the holes in her stockings. She finally made it to her door an went in her room.

"Your late" a angelic voice called from the other side of the room. "Yeah sorry baby sis." She said tossing the shoes in the big walk in closet then headed to her bed area seeing her favorite sister.

           "You look pretty today" she complimented her younger sister. The younger sister was dressed in a white Crop Tee exposing her breasts. Unintentionally of course y/n wasn't one for attention.

Her black sweats went nicely with her converse. Her beautiful curled locks shoved in a bun,and the two strand in front curled. Her big doey eyes an naturally plump lips that matched perfectly.

"Raya your late as always." Y/n scoffed. Ah yes y/n l/n a mixed Japanese latina who was forced to live with her father an mother. Her father was a wealthy underground businessman. He fell for his wife over seas. The mother wasn't poor but not rich either. Just have enough money to live comfortably without having to work anymore.

She was grateful for everything but living with her family wasn't a normal kind family. Her brothers would get the spotlight of taking over the family business. Her loving sister raya is the only one who understood her.

Playfully rolling her eyes. Y/n stood up an walking into rayas closet. "You smell bad." Y/n giggled as she picked out her sisters outfit placing it in the bathroom. "Oh? Is my angel okay?" Her sister unclamped her bra walking into the restroom. Good thing y/n was in the closet she she didn't have to see the hickeys left by her boyfriend on her cleavage.

Y/n picked out a black longs-levee shirt some red cargo and black chunky boots. "Im gonna head for breakfast". "Okay!" Raya yelled. Y/n walked downstairs fixing her dangling earrings an clamping her bracelet.

She saw both of her brother mother and father at the table. "Good morning angel baby." Y/n walked over to give a kiss on his head. "Dad you should cut your hair. It's almost longer than moms" y/n said shoving a toast in her mouth. "Your saying your father has better hair than i?" Y/n's mother lisa asked her giggling while drinking coffee.

"Morning dummy one an two" she nodded at the women that their brothers brought home. "Good morning lady l/n" they smiled. Y/n giggled she thought to herself they must be their brother's girlfriends. "Where's your sister?" The eldest brother asked y/n. "Upstairs getting ready she'll be down in a few." Y/n took a bite of her scrambled eggs.

"I expect good things this year y/n" her father opened his mouth. Y/n nodded an smiled. "Always papa" her angelic voice bless their ears. Y/n was very angelic a nice going person, but ofcorse she could be a bitch. Y/n was a angel in her family's eyes. An of corse she was the youngest. When she was in high school she lived with her grandmother for a few months before returning to home.

"It's almost time for me to go papa mama." She stood up and walked to her brothers giving hugs to them then kisses to her parents. She picked up her books from the table and walked to the door.

"WAIT FOR ME!" Raya ran downstairs catching up to her baby sister. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully giggled at her sisters child actions.

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Izana sighed to himself. "Common bro it ain't that bad." Mikey hit izanas back while walking on campus. He looked around. Many kids talking, reading books under the trees, walking to the main building. There where to many frats houses  trying to recruit people.

"Somebody fucking just kill me now"

"Cheer up izana" Emma smiled.

[blossomfurr]

can we see more of your legion headcanons :0

Ooooh of course! I'm so glad you asked, cause boy do I have a ton of em! How about some Prom Night headcanons :D

Frank- •Immediately says yes to Julie and gets a lil smug about her asking him, he just teases her since usually the guy is supposed to ask while she just rolls her eyes •Doesn't bother with anything too fancy, he just finds the most basic shit to wear plus his stupid dirty shoes •Makes sure they get away with a dine and dash at one of Ormond's nicest restaurants (which is like, probably a Chilli's or whatever the fuck they have in Canada idfk) •Has to be snuck into the dance since he doesn't go to the school (barely manages to not get caught) •Totally smuggles in some illegal shit to the dance, spikes the punch n everything •Tries to make a lot of song requests, gets denied each time since they're all stupid annoying heavy metal songs •Can't dance for SHIT, low-key embarrassed by this lmfao, Julie is laughing at him the whole time about this •Ends up stealing the Prom Queen and King's crowns for him and Julie <3 •Sneaks over to Julie's house after Joey drops them off to spend some more time with her, but realizes she's asleep so he leaves her a corny note and lays it next to the crown

Julie- •Asked out Frank with a stupid card and his favorite candy (she was gonna do something more, but remembered it was Frank, take that however you will) •Took Susie dress shopp(lift)ing, wanted to make sure they looked their best (she's got a great sense of style and loves shopping with her) •Wears a knee-length red dress with her hair curled and down and a beautiful silver necklace she stole from her mom •She spends all day getting ready, then helps Susie out as well (hair, nails, makeup, everything!) •Has a whole (lose) schedule for the night so that they can make the most of it •Ends up stealing Joey for a dance at some point cause she at least wants ONE good dance •Practically spying on Joey and Susie the whole night while Frank wonders what the fuck she's doing •She made bets with Joey over whether or not Frank would get caught, she won $20 that night •Puts the crown on her bedside table and stares at it lovingly before falling asleep

Joey- •Asked out Susie with a bouquet of stolen flowers •Gets himself a nice suit, mans has to be extra and look his best ✨ •He's everyone's ride to the school, mister personal chauffeur •He and Susie tear it UP on the dance floor, bro! They absolutely knock everyone else outta the park with their moves •Finally decides to make a move on Susie during the last dance, this leads to their first kiss <3 •They literally don't leave each other's sides for the rest of the night •After dropping everyone else off, he takes Susie to go stargazing for a little bit, then takes her home after she falls asleep on his shoulder

Susie- •Got super duper giddy when Joey asked her out, she's always wanted to go to a dance with someone! •A bit panicky about what to wear n shit, but Julies got her back and helps her out •Wears a long blue-green dress with a black choker and flats, a matching flower in her hair, which is curled in a half-up style •She's so excited on the way to the school, she's bubbling with excitement to spend the night with her friends •While Joey and Julie have a dance, Susie decides to have Frank help her with some shitty pranks on the other students, they have a lot of fun with this (she didn't wanna risk getting her feet stepped on lmao) •Doesn't realize that the punch is spiked and gets a bit tipsy 🥴 This results in some funny lil moments •When she wakes up in the morning, she immediately calls Joey to apologize for falling asleep on him, but he just laughs and says it was no biggie

Even though Ormond doesn't always have super exciting shit going on, they make the best out of it! And of course, its not a night with the Legion without a bit of chaos caused here and there.