#btw that means kitchen+dining room

[dial-phone-makes-a-dialtone]

I put him in the microwave >:)

none of you are prepared for the power of me and free editing software.

[szczek]

i have never felt this much angry i’m tearing up and want to murder my dad

[haizficz]

We fell in Love in October.

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Hailee Steinfeld x Female Reader

Summary: You and Hailee having a cozy day on your anniversary.

Warnings: sm cuteness and fluff that it needs a warning^

a/n: it's october!! So this fic is of course inspired by "we fell in love in october" by girl in red. I actually wanted to post this on the 1st october.., well better now than never ig. Enjoy reading! <3

P.s. Thank you all for the support, Notes, Reblogs and Comments are highly appreciated.

Btw Requests are open!

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You slept peacefully in your soft, warm bed, the window open, which why you could hear the birds chirping, the sun shining through the glass of the window into the room. and the most beautiful of all, Hailee's hands clasped around you and her leg over your hip. And her warm breath that you feel on your neck. It was perfect. Especially because it's your and Hailee's relationship's anniversary. You and Hailee have been together for exactly 5 years today so you wanted to make something special for her.

Something you always do on your anniversary is breakfast. Usually you would just go to the bakery, buying Hailee her favorite things, serving it on the dining table and wait in the kitchen until she steps into the room with sleepy eyes, messy bun, and wearing an oversized t- shirt.

But not this time.

You wanted to make her a breakfast in bed. It's something different but it still has the point of your tradition.

So you slowly climbed out of bed and directly went into the kitchen where you took the time to make delicious looking pancakes, some fresh orange juice, coffee and before you could change your mind you went to the bakery too. You served all the stuff on two big plates and went back into the bedroom where you found a snoring Hailee. She looked adorable sleeping in your hoodie and snuggling into your pillow, like she has missed your scent. You love her so incredibly much.

After some time staring at your sleeping girlfriend you put on one of your favorite songs "We fell in love in october" to wake her up. You love this song especially when you listen to it with Hailee, because you fell in love with her in october, so did she with you. It´s like your relationship song.

Before you played the song, you connected your phone with the box and turned up the volume.

You started laughing as Hailee jumps out of her sleep and looked at you with her sleep swollen eyes. As she realized it was just you being annoying she fell back into the comfortable pillow, closed her eyes again and yawned. "Let me sleeeeeep." She begged while you paused the song and sat next to her. You looked at her with raised eyebrows and just placed one of the plates on her stomach. "Happy anniversary, you lazy mouse." Now she was looking at you with raised eyebrows and sat up. "You're annoying, but I love you." Hailee placed her soft lips on yours and kissed you multiple times. "I love you too, now eat your breakfast." You whispered into the small kisses. She giggled and took a look on the plate, which was in her lap. "This looks really good, thank you baby." Hailee cuddled to your side and you both enjoyed the food while talking about some random things. And you must admit the pancakes weren´t as good as they looked but that didn´t matter.

After breakfast, Hailee persuaded you to watch some movies. I mean you couldn´t say no to her puppy eyes, who even could? So now you were here laying in your lovely girlfriend´s arms, snuggling close to her while watching some love films.

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Later that day you went for a little walk in the woods. Hand in hand and most importantly without any security people.

Both you and Hailee were never scared of paparazzi making pictures of you kissing or generally being in a not so private relationship. Especially today you didn´t care, and mainly you´ve never wanted to go out with Hailee when a security guard comes with you. No thanks.

One weird but so adorable thing which Hailee always does when you walk side by side is resting her head on your shoulder. And as she exactly did that, you rested your hand on her waist as you made your way back home.

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When you got back to the apartment, you and Hailee sat down on the balcony and watched the stars as it was already dark outside.

After ten minutes of absolute silence Hailee breaked it saying "You look so pretty and I love this view." You immediately grinned at her words, noticing that she used the line of your favorite song. Instead of telling her something back you kissed her slowly and gently. You felt her hands approaching your cheeks and deepen the kiss. "You know why I love fall so much?" you suddenly ask. "Why?" She whispered and you could still feel her breath on your lips. "Because I fell in love with you in october." Hailee started giggling which made you smile widely as you were a little child who just got chocolate.

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It was already midnight and you and Hailee were still sitting on the little couch you have outside. Both of you cuddled together into a big blancet, your hand going through your girlfriend`s hair, who´s resting her head on your chest, almost falling asleep, just like you. "I think we should go inside, babe." You tell her in your already sleepy voice. She just hummed in response and right then she drifted into a deep sleep. You sighed in defeat and started thinking about how the best way is to carry her to the bed. Just then you took her in bride style into your arms and slowly went to your bedroom where you softly placed her into the bed. You laid down next to Hailee before you also fell asleep.

It was a perfect day to start the month.

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[This is so short lmao, sorry]

Can't thank you too often for inspiring me etc. @hard-core-super-star <3

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[prettymorgueboy]

Hey can u request Adrian Tepes as a father again and it’s just fluff like he takes her around the castle and they just have some sweet father daughter moments daughter reader btw ❤️😁☺️

A Day Of Leisure

Synopsis: Reader is I’d say about 8-9, a bright cookie, you and your father are just enjoying life in the castle. she/her prns for this one!

Warning(s): Nothing! Just a small mention of being abandoned as a child for the reader.

Word Count: 1.6k

Note(s): I'm adoring how much you guys are enjoying the last one so I'm very happy to see another request for it, as always my requests are always open for anything and everything as long as it goes with my Card! 

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The manor was quite, the morning dew coated the windows, leaving the outside world hidden from the child's bedroom, She who had just rosen from her slumber, tired eyes and small yawns escaping her lips as the room was dimly lit, the sun slowly sinking upon the curtains, letting the floor be coated in a warm haze. Every morning was like this, the child running down the staircase with her nightgown fluttering with the force of the air as she sprinted down the stairs, twisting around every corner, practically bouncing off the walls as she rushed endlessly to her fathers room.

Alucard was always awake before them, ready to start the day before his daughter; yet he waited. He would hear her little feet patter against the wooden floors of the castle, chuckling quietly as he always pretended to be asleep the moment she opened the door before jumping into his bed. Some days she would doze back off in his care, but on days like this she jumped headfirst into his chest.

“Oof! Little lady, what a brute way to awaken your father!” The Man would shoot a playful glare at her which was always met with the brightest grin she could manage, Mornings were always warm, As if nothing could go wrong in the day before the sun would signal that it was noon. 

“I woke up first again papa! That means we get to work on the flowers again!” Alucard smiled at his daughter, stroking her hair while nodding. He had always promised if she woke up earlier than him then she could choose the chore for the day, and she almost always chose to do garden work, or work outside. This was something they enjoyed to do together, something simple in the warm sun, Alucard didn't mind the sun, compared to others it had no ill effect on him but truth be told It did make him a bit more sluggish towards the end of the day, but perhaps that was himself who conditioned that sort of thought.

“Garden work again (y/n)? I thought we agreed the attic needed dusting.” He teased the small child, but she stood proudly before jumping off the bed in a huff, twirling around to grab her fathers hand and lift him from the confinement of his comforter. 

“You said I could choose! You lost!”

“Yes yes of course dear, now, we need to get you some food before we begin, work in the sun is always tasking on you.” He smiled softly, changing into a comfortable but far more appropriate outfit to start the day, for neither of them could work in nightgowns. He handed her the change of clothes and she rushed off to change. Her footsteps echoing through the walls as she raced back, he left his room and made way to the kitchen on the ground floor. 

“Fruits, and some toast should be good, I’ll make us an early lunch anyways since we will be outside..” He murmured quietly to himself as he continued to prep the fruits. The gas stove warmed the pan and right as he began to place the bread onto it with a dash of butter the young girl ran back in.

“Papa!” She smiled widely and took it upon herself to grab the pitcher of water off of the counter, carefully tipping it into two different crystal glasses. They once had a dining room table they shared in the dining room itself. Ever since she had grown past the age of four they both agreed they preferred to eat closer, so they had a set of chairs sat at the counter by the window, which was their ‘new’ table. They only used the dining table when closer friends and family came over; which is rare.

“Darling, do you want to plant the rose bushes? Or perhaps we can work on the stone structure in the front part? As long as you don't make me do it all again.” The small girl giggled at her father before the plate was placed in front of her, he sighed as he stared at her hair, It was a mess and tangled beyond belief.

“You didn't brush your hair after your bath did you?” He shook his head, stifling a small chuckle and she turned back around with full cheeks, stuffed with the mix of sliced fruit with a dash of honey.

“Nwo… Forgwot” She spoke before he was able to cover her mouth which was full of food.

“Don't speak with a mouth full of food little one..” She swallowed quickly and puffed her cheeks slightly, her eyebrows furrowing before he pulled her hair back to rest off the back of her shoulder before grabbing a comb and ribbon. 

“Eat up (y/n), I'll comb through the knots, we don't want the dirt getting into your pretty hair or we will have to spend twice as long washing it all out.” His fingers slowly separated strands, making sure to take the comb carefully, unraveling them in ways that would hurt the least. She ate quietly before putting a strawberry on her fork and pointing it in the direction of her father who looked over and smiled before taking a bite of the strawberry.

“Thank you little one, Do you want your hair braided? It’s a bit windy outside and I don't want you to get overwhelmed with your hair loose or in a tail.”

“Can I have a braid? But I want papa to have a braid too.” His eyes widened a bit, surprised to see the young girl so eager to share a hairstyle with him, so he smiled and nodded. “Yes I suppose so.”

He slowly braided the hair, making sure It was secure, wanting it to last until they were done with outside work. She tends to get distracted by the critters out and about and chases them around. 

“Can I try to braid yours papa?” She turned around and looked genuine, seemingly wanting to give her father a hand with the workload, he sat for a moment, pondering the question as he tied the ribbon around the ends of her hair, tucking any loose pieces behind her ear. He turned his chair to her, sitting with his back facing his daughter.

“Go ahead little one, first you take three strands and slowly weave them together, think of it almost like making a basket like we did when Uncle Trevor visited us.” She seemed excited, wishing nothing more but to make her fathers hair look as pretty as he did for hers. She had done ponytails or simply brushed it and decorated it with a few clips in her jewelry box. 

It was small moments like this that made Alucard wonder how he ever had the chance to have this little girl as his daughter, how anyone could look at his (y/n) and just drop her off in a box in the forest, left to be a meal by other monsters that lurked within them. He had felt lucky to be her father, to have such a smart child, such a caring and sweet one, albeit a handful from time to time, he never stopped being proud to be her father.

“I'm done! You look pretty too now!” he smiled softly, pulling the braid over his shoulder; examining her work. She had done wonderfully, sure there were a few strands a bit loose but It didn't bother him one bit when he saw how happy she was, and for a moment he felt like his mother. He saw his own once childish smile in his daughters, and he felt his mothers presence as he looked softly at her. Nothing but adoration and pride shone in his thoughts as she looked so unbelievably gleeful at his hair.

“It looks gorgeous little one, thank you. You should have told your father you could braid so beautifully, I'll make you braid out pie crust from now on!” He chuckled and picked her up, enjoying the warmth at that moment. She rested on his hip as they both spun in the kitchen, her giggles filled the room before he dipped her, pretending to drop her before catching her and placing her down onto the floor.

“Well, are we planting the roses or fixing the stones?” They stared for a moment but then she looked out the window.

“Roses, But you have to dig the holes!” She ran off, leaving her father to trail behind, smiling softly at how happy he was, even if his family was small, It was his and he wouldn't ever change it.

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Ahhhhh I love writing these so much… Biggest comfort in the world is writing my cc as fathers, they make me so happy and dear god Alucard my beloved man. As always I hope you all enjoyed this, I had planned to do a bit more, though I thought it was a sweet ending seeing them softly bicker as you run off. 

Stay healthy, happy, and hydrated everyone!<3

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

Keeping up the image

Im slowly becoming addicted to leaving random comments on the beginning of each chapter

Yesterday i read some atrociously bad sold to 1d fanfiction for research purposes, so i’m trying to erase that memory and redeem the trope by writing this (guys, it was so bad, i tried to actually read some of it, because this particular fic used to be my favourite when i was like 13, and it’s unreadable, like it’s deplorable, it’s an abomination, and it’s really concerning that for 1 I enjoyed it to the moon and back and have read it multiple times and 2 had access to shit like that at a preteen age) anyway,

as always im dedicating this to @ziptiesnfries i hope you enjoy (btw if anyone else wants to be tagged lmk) 

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CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, a little bit of manhandling

Oliver learned rather quickly that the boys did more for their images than for their music, and it was far from a fault of their own. The four bedroom house they occupied, seemed lavish on the outside, with a gated fence around the property, perfectly maintained garden with seasonally blooming flowers wherever you looked. 

The other boys had already disappeared by the time James closed the door behind themselves. And Oliver looked around the empty open plan kitchen, living and dining room. The inside compared to the outside was modest, with white walls and grey furniture, it looked like whoever furnished it gave no thought to style or taste. Just another piece of bitter disappointment for Oli, whose previous home was swimming in decorations and tasteful furniture, the walls were brightly coloured with warm yellows, oranges and browns, he couldn’t help but mourn the loss of that, looking over the bare tabletops and kitchen island. The only redeeming quality of the room was a bunch of cords and mic stands hastily pushed in a corner, breaking up the sterile and monotonous look.

James never let go of his leash, leading him around by it, showing him around. The boys’ rooms were slightly less of an eyesore, each of their individual touches reflected off the posters hung up around the walls, but none of them seemed to have touched the uniform furniture. He started to wonder if it really was their stylistic choice or they simply did not care.

The last place they entered was the drummer’s room, which was exactly the same as the others’ much to Oliver’s disappointment. He had a feeling this was going to be the room he’d spend most of his time in.

“I took the liberty of ordering a few things for you yesterday” was the first sentence he actually said to Oli, instead of chattering in his general direction, not really caring whether he actually listened or not.

“Really?”

“I got a bed, and a few clothes, a couple of collars, just essentials really” he smiled endearingly and run his hand through the pets hair, which he happily nuzzled into “I made a few calls, they should be here soon” Oliver had a feeling that if he only needed to make a few calls to order things overnight, the guys must have had enough influence to fix the place up with little to no effort, they just didn’t. Truly disheartening.

“Let’s go get some breakfast” 

The fridge was fully stocked with everything they could possibly need, much to his relief. At least he’d be able to cook. He sat in silence at the kitchen counter and watched as the drummer made a large batch of scrambled eggs for the two of them. His movements were sloppy, and he made a huge mess on the counter as he cracked the shells open. Oliver grimaced at the sight, while the boy’s back was turnt. He swore he’d take over the kitchen if they let him, and if they didn't he’d sneak out in the night to clean up.

“Here you go” James put a plate in front of him with a slice of bread and a large heap of steaming eggs, before sitting down right next to him. 

“We’re eating like this?” he asked with sincere confusion and a hint of condescension.

“What do you mean?” James asked, his mouth already full. Oliver shook his head. Pets don’t eat at the same table as their owners, he felt this was common knowledge.

“Together” he felt awkward just saying it, and got ready to get down on the floor if he had to.

“Yeah, why not?” Yeah, sure, why not? He got to eating, cautiously, as it was a new and uncomfortable way of it, occasionally shooting a glance at the boy next to him, because he was still expecting him to change his mind. He realised just how hungry he had been halfway through the meal. He didn’t have anything since the morning before, back at the shelter.

He offered to wash up after themselves, but James dismissed it with a wave of his hand, and he sat through another painful round of having to watch him stumble about in the kitchen. The relief came, when the doorbell rang. And the drummer ran past him excitedly, grabbed his leash and pulled him to the entryway.

There were two cardboard boxes, one big and one smaller accompanied by a tired looking postal employee, who asked for a signature and immediately left. James grabbed the larger box and instructed Oli to bring the smaller one and led them back to his room.

The bed resembled a bean bag more than anything on the picture that was printed on the side, “Pet Accessories - from pocket to human sizes we cater to all pets” the label read, which made James laugh, for some reason incomprehensible to Oliver. They read through the instructions together, and got to setting up. There wasn’t much to do, after opening the plastic cover and letting the compressed foam on the inside take shape. They left it in the left corner of the room under the window between the wall and the wardrobe, the only place suitable to fit anything this size.

“Oh, goodie” James opened the other box, and Oliver couldn’t help but join him in the excitement. The collars were the first thing to come out of the box, three of them in the band’s signature colours, orange and red and the last one was black and white chequered. 

“They look so much cheaper in real life” James complained as he pulled the orange one out of the plastic packaging.

“I like them” he tried to help out, but the truth was they really did look cheap.

“I do too, but the plastic will flake off after a few wears, look” he scratched the surface with a fingernail, and it really did start to peel “We’ll make it work,” he sighed thinking hard “we can put it on as an accessory when we go out and switch them to your normal one at home”

“That should work” Oliver agreed. At least he could keep the old one.

“Okay, now the clothes” James shook his head, and got back to his cheery self “I guessed your size, go to the bathroom and try them on” he clapped and ushered the boy to the en-suite bathroom, which was covered in white tiles and grey grout; unsurprising.

Before starting to dress up, he looked through the items in the box. It was mostly T-shirts covered in symbols and pictures of music groups Oliver didn’t recognise, not one of them was the boys’ own, there also were a couple pairs of jeans and tracksuit bottoms, all black, and some underwear and socks. The t-shirts fit right, if not a little big, but they were comfortable. He wasn’t sure if the jeans were supposed to be as tight as they were, so he placed them back in the box before emerging from the bathroom wearing a new outfit.

James looked him over with an approving grin.

“The Muse? Great choice” Oliver just nodded and noted that he would have to learn more about music, but appreciated the compliment.

“Thank you for these. The jeans might be a little too tight, though” he put the box on the floor anxiously.

“Are they? We can get new one’s tomorrow” he clicked his tongue in disappointment “You can put the rest of your things in the wardrobe, I cleared a shelf for you” 

Much to his surprise, Oliver was happy to note that the wardrobe was clean and all the clothes inside were neatly folded and stacked on top of each other.

“Thank you” he repeated after he finished organising his things.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked, awkwardly. Oliver shook his head. He was living on what he was given, and he felt provided for.

“I can get you anything” James nudged. 

“Can I maybe have some books? I like to read” he asked sheepishly. He really did love reading.

“Of course!” the drummer’s face lit up “I was heading out anyway, I’ll stop by a bookstore. Do you have anything special in mind?” He didn’t. James left him ‘to do whatever until he’s back.’ So for a while Oliver lounged on his bed, that decompressed fully while he was trying the clothes on and turned out to be surprisingly comfortable. It looked more like a real dog bed than on the picture, it was dark blue, a welcome refreshment in the colourless house.

He looked out the window and noticed the garden again. So full of flowers and life. If only he could bring some of that inside. An idea sparked in his mind, and he got up with a wave of determination. He opened the door and peeked outside James’ room, the other three doors stayed closed. He tiptoed to the entrance and tried the door. It was open. He walked outside and stopped for a second to breathe the fresh air and bathe in the sunlight, then got to work and started gathering flowers in a bouquet. When he felt it was enough he headed back inside, softly closing the door behind himself.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Eddie caught Oliver by the arm, grabbing him with bruising force turning him around and pushing him against the wall. A few flowers fell on the ground with the momentum. The pet couldn’t help but whimper softly as he tried to free himself, before he could actually answer. He didn’t mean to be bad. He wasn’t even sure what he did was wrong, and he wasn’t sure how bringing flowers inside could be anything short of wonderful in this suffocatingly grey house.

“I- I- just-” he stuttered. He felt like Eddie’s bright green gaze burnt his soul directly with the intensity he was looking at him “I was just trying to- to get some flowers, to- to put on the- for the table” he squirmed in the singer’s hold, who finally looked down and let him go after a moment of consideration.

“Anyone seen you?” he asked, with a frustration laced tone.

“No? I- I don’t think so, what- why?” Oliver asked. He was scared and confused by the sudden attack.

“There’s paparazzi everywhere, they could’ve seen you” That didn’t explain much. They were on live television just a day before. Eddie sighed, when he saw the pet’s confused expression he wasn’t quick enough to hide.

“We don’t want them to take just any pictures. They can twist and turn news around, and once that happens noone can really know what happens with our career” he explained, much calmer. Oliver let out a soft ‘oh’ in acknowledgement. He understood now. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know” 

“It’s fine, just- Just don’t do it again… Let’s go put those flowers out” his expression softened and they set out to the kitchen to find a vase.

[yongislong]

intimate moments + 127

wc/genre: 2,010k... fluff, domestic, angsty?? suggestive? mayhaphs. established relationships with nonidol!127. not proofread oof

cw/note: no cws i dont think but lmk! ty for requesting anon! requests are always open btw hehe! but YUUPP yknow what time it is my first 127 headcannons muahaha so here we go :> mark and haechan are in the dreamies post. i used and and like a lot im SORRY LMFAO but tysm for the support :") i was surprised people liked my other stuff sm! im quite insecure about the way i wrote bc.. i write how i talk haha, its kind of a mess. i wish i could make my posts a lot cuter and stuff but school is tiring, i appreciate all of your love lately though, this was all for myself and first bc i was going through it but im glad people enjoy it! sorry this is so long i just wanted to let yall know a bit more abt me! :D

taeil… cooking: GOD im having taeil brainrot bc he was on that baby show, and him ripping that crab with his bare hands.... sickening. bc UGH he is such husband material. imagining you both in the kitchen cooking and he's genuinely such a menace and you cant hear the music you suggested to play, anymore bc his smooching noises are so LOUD and suddenly the homemade pho you were both attempting to make while wearing matching aprons is on the verge of being forgotten lol. you finally give in after much name calling from him and let him press your cheeks together to give you a wet, loud smooch on your forehead. theres something about cooking to taeil thats so personal and adult-y to him. like oh my god here you both are, sitting in your VERY cute shared apartment, sharing a very nice bowl of noodles as the roses he planted now lay in a small mint green vase on your tiny dining room table. its something about the domesticity of working on something together, enjoying yourselves while doing it AND getting to eat the end product of said hard work, that he finds incredibly fullfilling. sitting across the love of his life. another thing he likes to do is prop his feet next to your right thigh on your chair and you do the same. you guys have your legs resting on each others chairs under the table. sometimes he pulls on the skin of your calf and when you complain you haven't shaven he rolls his eyes and seems to swat your words out of the air in front of him. long story short he just watches you ramble on about your day at work, until he stares for too long and hasn't realized you're practically shaking the life out of him because he never answered your questions about whether or not he gave brina and brita their fish food

johnny... sharing a book: johnny pegs me as someone who's super patient! maybe he's not bc... parasocial relationships LOL but in his interactions with everyone else, like that one jcc where mark doesn't want frozen yogurt and he was so nice abt it! but similarly to renjun, its nice to share something in bed but also both be consuming the same content yknow? he also seems to me like the type of guy who, likes to finish something before moving on to the next big thing WHICH means.... you spending about 5 months going through the entire percy jackson series PFTT. but its SOO GOOD and you both get so into it and after you finish the first two books you immediately both skip lectures or work the next day just to watch the movies and you both lose your minds at how bad they are TT. but yes its such a nice time to unwind! he loves having you lay between his legs, head on his collarbone as his arms circle around your torso to lay the book on your hipbone. he always waits for you to finish before he turns the page ofc! he also bought a little reading light that can be clipped on the the binding of the outside of the book and illuminate the pages in case reading went on a lot longer than expected. the bookmark that holds your place in the story was a polaroid picture of you sleeping HOWEVER it got replaced to a picture of you looking thru a glass of wine and it makes your face look all warped and funny lol. johnny always smiles when he sees it so its a good way to begin reading time hehe. kinda obvious but his body heat + his room + the smell of his lingering cologne on his sheets is chefs kiss, extra points if the apartment still smells like coffee from this morning OR the bottle of red wine he opened that sits on the nightstand </3

taeyong... customizing clothes together: GODDDD ya'll would be the most well dressed couple ever dude. yong is so creative, and i sense that he would want his partner to share his same taste at least when it comes to clothes and art! this isn't something you both do often bc... life lol but it started when you were cleaning out your shared closet. both sprawled on the floor, as you begin complaining about how you've both found pieces of clothing that you felt guilty about throwing away. then! yong suggests going to the craft/vintage store to see if theres any way to up-cycle what you've found. so thats how you spend the summer weekend. sat on the plush fuchsia rug in your living room, surrounded by denim, fabric squares, 80s brooches, lace, ribbon, etc etc as you spend the humid and sticky afternoon binging nana while you both sit in creative/comfortable silence, gluing and pining and sewing things to various articles of clothing. its SO cozy, funk music plays from the mini speaker you guys co-own and at the end of the task, you give each other a private fashion show styling your new clothes! he adores watching you pretend to model and eggs you on sm "y/n you need to consider doing this for real, everything looks good on you its not fair," this day is something that you both remember for a while. there were shared childhood stories, insecurities, dreams and you both were so much more vulnerable because there was something to distract yourselves with. the night ends in an absolute destruction of your living room floor, but accompanied with a cuddle session in his bed, the sounds from the ceiling fan and his heart beat almost make you sleepy, almost missing his whispered compliments and soft neck kisses.

yuta... hair: ok i know this is super vague but as a fellow scorpio who loves doing things to their hair, theres nothing more i want in life than someone to be able to do those things with! like ugh late night hair salon time with yuta, yup. this goes along so well with trust as well. i mean he's letting you cut, dye and style his hair and vice versa. i feel like he'd be with someone who's more edgy and this would be such a raw moment for you as a couple LIKE you're changing each other's appearances and its a time of patience. listening is extremely important as well and whenever you go through a new hair phase, sitting down at the sink and soaking up what the other has to say and practically baring their souls out while the bleach is very much stinging the top of his scalp is really fascinating LMAO, needless to say you guys aren't the typical couple, but it works. the amount of understanding and empathy you've both adopted for one another is lovely! and not to mention is super cute when yuta crinkles his nose, his teeth peeking out just a bit from the opening of his lips, because he absolutely needed a blonde wolf cut and hair is very much getting all over his face. in moments like this he doesn't think he would trade your adorable and super hot according to him concentration face. ALSOOO angsy, hot, jrock inspired couple photos are a must and yes, everyone on campus is jealous.

doyoung... driving: CORNYY BOOO yes ik, but guys? him driving, in that domestic ass button up and black thick rimmed glasses. he needs to be in jail bc he absolutely would be that bf to throw rocks at your window even though, yes you live together and yes its an apartment complex but, he wants you to feel that super giddy like, puppy bunny love again and he almost brought a boombox to play to play head over heels by tears for fears but... too much according to jaehyun lol. so anyways he loves late night drives with you. or any drives really! his favorites are a combination of picking you up late night from work and getting to hear all the drama whilst you guys eay in-n-out in the parking lot. and listen, im not trying to push the doyoung medical student agenda but... i 100% am and his reasoning for these late nights is because he's soooo busy! he feels guilty he doesn't take you out to nicer places and you always have to reassure him that anywhere he goes with you, is automatically a win in your books. its moments like these where he really grasps how lucky he is. oh wow.... you really do love him and it FREAKS him out in the best way. every night always ends sappy bc he's so GROSS geez. he's such a romantic in a way you would never expect. he's not cheesy or arrogant about loving you, and he never considers it something he has to do either. he just fully, truly and honestly wants to worship the ground you walk on. DON'T even get me started on drive-in movies omg. basically his cherry red car is your safe space lol </3

jaehyun... record swapping: tha music man muahaha. my heart tells me you both met in a vintage record store AHH, he saw you and his heart physically ached like when you see a pretty person in public, yeah but x 100 like he got the wind knocked out of him and he fucking drops, the stack of chet baker records he had on hand and his ears look like red bell peppers and he wants to crawl away until you rush over not like run but brisk walking? lol as you help him pick up all the vinyls he dropped.you noticed in between the pile of 50s music he had a limited edition vinyl of on of your favorite bands and that had you whipping your head up and noticing how soft he looked all flushed and dimples peaking out from the thin line on his lips. definition of he fell first but you fell harder ESPECIALLY on ya'll's second/third date. he invited you over to his house and requested you to bring your best albums. AND GODDDD the date was... truly when you fell harder for him. you spent the night swapping albums aka baring your souls and sitting on his kitchen counter as he paces back and forth in front of you as he goes on a tangent about his favorite artist. its like the world slows down and you both leave that date with a new record from the other and a notion that you were definitely falling in love with each other

jungwoo... bubble baths: GAAHHH TT. tell me, that jungwoo wouldn't adore relaxing with a full on bubble bath with you. and i'm talking like bubblegum flavored soap, bath bombs, dried flowers, candles, mood lighting???? its too good. after the first couple of times you've done it, he learns your habits and favorite smells as well as the right way to position you in the tub bc he takes up sm of it LOL. and if you're both tall... you make it work! hehe. but DUDE once he learns how to juggle this intimate activity LMFAO he buys stuff specifically for your sunday reset bubble baths OMG, like that board that stands across the tub just so he can set his laptop on it. yes its just bc he wants to watch disney movies and real house wives while unwinding haha. he's so sweet though, being all pretty with his skin a little glowy because of the steam coming from the water, his eyebrows brush up from when he swiped water on his eyes and his eyes twinkling once he stacks a bunch of bubbles on your head in a makeshift crown. he likes to give u bubbly shoulder kisses BOOOOOOO yes im jealous bc he's perfect and OFC he picks out the perfect pjs and warms them up in the dryer and sits you on the bathroom counter just so he can do your skincare for you </3

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

status of babbit's life yeehaw

tl,dr: busy moving and a couple of other big life things that just complicate things, but well on the way to being back to normal! new fic chapters and better quality art coming soon.

tl,wr (too long, will read):

Helloooo what's up its me, Babbit. or Rabbit. or Bones. or Idiot Moron Menace Child, idk im not picky lol

i know a lot of you guys have been wondering wtf is up with my upload schedule lately and the extreme lack of even basic content and also i am extremely aware that i have not updated my fics in a few millennia and for that i am very, very sorry. this post is to answer a few questions you might have, if anyone was curious about the 'reason' instead of just the 'when.'

my family and i have had a hell of a year, y'all. like, jesus christ, i really hope things level out and calm down for a while once we're moved in to our new apartment bc god damn we are so tired. the list goes: 1. we got kicked out of the house we were renting-to-own bc we wouldn't be able to afford the new rate, so they gave us two months to find a new place to live (not long enough, it turns out) and then foreclosed to get us out. 75% of our belongings were still in the house when we had to leave. that includes all of our christmas ornaments- including the ones kept for decades, and the ones made by me and my siblings, and the fancy ones made from blown glass. 2. the first night out of the house, one of our dogs, freaked out by the strangeness of the situation, panicked and slipped her harness and ran off. that was over a year ago. we haven't seen her since. 3. my cat got very ill and became unable to eat. she passed away almost exactly a year ago. she had been 14-15, and had been my baby since i was maybe 8. 4. one of the tires on my dads car blew out. during the night, while it was parked on the curb so he could put the spare on in the morning, one of the in-tact tires was fucking stolen LMAO 5. we applied to rent at so many places and got rejected so, so many times. it costs money to apply, btw. we're talking like $200+. no, u don't get that money back. 6. i lost my job bc knowing i would have to work 8 hours at a job that stresses me out to the point of exhaustion (at a place where no one takes me seriously and would actively laugh at me when i try to express my need to step away for a minute) sometimes paralyzed me and made me sick to my stomach and made me feel unable to leave the house, and i called out one too many times. a day after my birthday, too! 7. just recently, like within the last week, my dad's car got fuckin totalled!!!!!

THE GOOD NEWS IS WE OFFICIALLY, FINALLY, AFTER A SOLID YEAR, HAVE AN APARTMENT!!!!! I'LL HAVE MY OWN ROOM AGAIN!!! THERE'S AN ENTIRE KITCHEN!!!!!!!

the 'oh god' news is we still have to move in, and replace a lot of the stuff that we just couldn't take with us when we moved out (mostly stuff like bookshelves, dining table, dressers, etc) AND get the few things we could cram into a storage center out and moved into the new place, which isn't a lot but at the same time is more than we can realistically handle on our own. and then, we have to get my mums cats (a pair of kitty sisters that we had to temporarily house with my aunt, who got tired of looking after them and let them outside to be outdoor cats a few months ago. yes, this was an extremely shitty thing to do, and we've been working hard to get them back safely) AND my gecko (who my cousin has been looking after, even tho feeding him worms freaks him out LMAO yes i plan on compensating him) moved in, as well... basically oh my god there is so much to worry about but at the same time it's nice to have to worry about it bc it means we're making progress sdkfhsjdkfhdsjfh

basically i am just so tired but so busy and also thinkin abt so much im so sorry for lack of stuff but i am so looking forward to being able to bounce back, pls stick with me, it'll be sorted out soon i think and then i'll hit y'all with some good stuff i promise!!!!!!!

anyway thank u guys i love u and appreciate u all for sticking around

[mymelodymia]

Hey how u doing? I’m in love with your fics btw they’re like my bedtime stories🥰

I saw that you haven’t written morgan much in ur fics so i have some ideas of a fic (or fics) you might like where y/n & morgan bonding with tony through the years. They’re a lot you can do them as parts or oneshots or one big oneshot it’s up to u really. y/n can be she/her or gn.

-12yo y/n asking tony to hold newborn morgan and he obliged, tears in his eyes watching his firstborn holding his newborn🥹

-4yo morgan & 16yo y/n in morgan’s room having tea party or dressing-up party (or whatever kid-friendly games lol) tony then join them and play along. pepper coming to get them for dinner and see her little family having fun (or one to put makeup on tony and the other style his hair and it’s getting messy haha)

-since pepper out of country for business, tony remains to watch his little troublemakers. But he had a bad day that the house label it ‘daddy’s bad day’. y/n noticed this and telling morgan to draw something to him and give him her best morgan cure ever (hugs). y/n did last remaining assignment as morgan finishes her masterpiece then goes to make hot chocolate for them 3. tony gets emotional about morgan’s drawing and more sappy when she hugs him tight telling him “it’s okay daddy. I love you” *sobs in 3000😭*, y/n sit beside him and hug them both (i mean them on the couch being cuddly comforting their dad🥹) then ends the day with a movie night.

-tony teaching dance to y/n for prom in their living room, morgan busting into them and the 3 dance together with an upbeat music, then morgan asks y/n to dance with her, and tony getting emotional again he’s so proud dad (FRIDAY caught him on 4k crying and sent the footage to pepper and rhodey lol)

-the stark family having an outing after y/n’s graduation, tony reminiscing the old times when y/n was just a baby and being taken care of (tony telling embarrassing toddler y/n moments to morgan. pepper in her Protective Mum Mode telling her kids embarrassing stories about their dad as kind of revenge for her embarrassed eldest *go pep!*)

-y/n being there for morgan’s first school day. morgan being there in y/n’s dorm room putting down boxes. this concept might work as a parallel yk.

one day at night morgan called y/n crying ‘cause she missed her sibling and y/n trying to comfort her😭

-years after all these scenes, the stark family expands with y/n’s little newborn. 12yo morgan asks y/n to hold the baby and tony (the sappy daddy he is) having flashbacks to when y/n holding morgan🥹😭

Yeah, that was a lot lol! idk if you’re busy or smth but if you do pls take your time. and pls tag me on your fics if u don’t mind ofc.

Good times Stark family x stark!reader

Pt 1/5

Summary: all the fun times you had with your little sunshine...morgan

Warnings:

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You woke up at around 10:17 a.m. you went downstairs and no one was there, you expected your parents to still be sleeping given that pepper was pregnant and tony well...he's tony.

You gobbled down a bowl of cereal and went upstairs to check on your parents, passing by the nursery, you saw all of the pink and white, and the smidgen of grey in there too.

You smiled, picturing your baby sister laying in her crib, or on the changing table, or even just playing with her toys. You were so excited to meet morgan. The baby sister you'd always wanted.

You peeked around the corner into your parents bedroom. But no one was there, you checked the bathrooms, the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, heck you'd even checked the garage. But no one was there.

"Friday? Where is everyone?" You asked the AI, starting to panic. "Pepper has gone into labor and is at the hospital with tony." She stated calmly. "What!? Why didn't they get me up!?" You asked her. And she said....

"Actually, tony has left a message for you explaining this" she said as she played it. "Hey kid, i hope your doing alright. It is your first time home alone, but peps in labor and i didn't want to wake you so happy will pick you up when the time comes. And dont worry, youll be here for the birth. Love you baby" you heard your father tell you from on the voice message, he sounded like he was driving and pepper was maybe holding the phone up so it could hear him properly.

"Well tell happy to come get me! I dont wanna miss my sisters birth!" You said running out as Friday contacted happy, you were putting together a comfy outfit. Making sure your sweatshirt was fluffy so that when you held her, she would feel it. You threw on your sneakers and was out the door.

Happy picked you up, and stepped on it. Which made you think you were in a hurry and might miss it, but luckily, you didn't.

You ran into the hospital room, immediately being greeted with tony and peppers soft eyes. You ran over to pepper, taking her hand in yours. "Hey mamuh, you doing alright?" You asked her, gently caressing her arm.

"Yes, thank you munchkin" that was peppers nickname for you, she loved saying it, and you were determined to pass it down to morgan and possibly your children some day.

"How dilated is she?" You asked looking up at tony. "Shes currently 8 centimeters dilated"

"What?? Oh thank god i didn't hit the snooze button." Everybody chuckled at your joke.

After a while, she was fully dilated and ready to push. The nurses and doctors instructed her on what to do, while you and tony were at her sides cheering her on and comforting her.

"You got this mamuh, there you go! Come on." You and tony kept repeating these words until morgan was officially born <33333333

It took another few minutes for you and tony to be able to hold her though. But when tony held his second daughter on his chest, the man was crying with joy.

Though he was iron man, and acted like he was the Is toughest guy on the planet, he was actually a very delicate flower.

You tapped his shoulder, getting his attention. "Daddy, can i hold her now?" He immediately gave little Mo to pep and folded your arms in the correct way. After he finished this task, he took his baby and placed her gently in her big sisters arms.

You looked down at her and she looked up at you. You both stared into each others eyes for a while. Tonys eyebrows fell back, he felt a tear run down his cheek. He quickly whipped out his phone, holding it sideways he recorded you both for at least 5 minutes straight.

You smiled at her, letting out a small giggle in awe, and she cooed at you. Making you smile bigger, which made her smile, and all of this reminded tony of his first moments with you, as if you were him and she was you, it flashed before his eyes on how fast his little girl was growing up.

He didn't want the same for morgan, he wanted for both of you to stay like this forever. He wasn't going to let the first few months of little Mo's life off of his mind for a long time. He made the mistake with you, and when time went by so fast, he wanted to go back and not mess it up this time. He took an oath to remember these moments with morgan, it didn't matter if he was soothing her cries, or feeding her, or even bathing her. He wasn't going to let any of it go. Ever.

You looked up at tony, who was balling his eyes out. You giggled and leaned to the side to hug him. He began sobbing into you, holding you tight, pep definitely snapped a photo of this >:) she's gonna show it to everyone ehehhehehehehe

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You came into Morgans room, the baby pink walls were covered in her drawings and photos. You sat down at the table that was seven times too small for you.

She was having a tea party with her stuffed animals, her ginormous panda bear plush sat in a chair, along with a elephant pep had gotten her, and a lion you had got for her.

"May i join the tea party m'lady?" You asked her in a strong British accent, "of course madam" she responded, trying her best to recreate the accent. Pretending to pour some tea in a cup in front of you.

you took a plastic cup she just "filled". Making a loud slurping sound. She giggled at this. (I wanna hear it so bad)

She eventually talked you into wearing a giant pink hoop skirt. (Even though she simply asked and you did it because you cant resist those big beautiful little eyes of hers) Which she had a smaller version for her.

after a while, tony walked in and paused seeing his both his daughters on the floor, in giant hoop skirts, having a tea party. A smile danced on his lips.

Morgan ran behind him and shut the door, locking it in the process 😈😈😈

"Wacha doing, and why did morgan just lock the door....wait who taught you to do that?" He said turning to morgan, who had her arms behind her back innocently "i did." You said raising your hand.

Tony eventually joined in on this tea party. And after begging for like 10 minutes, he put on a hoop skirt as well, and you ran out of the bedroom, getting caught on the locked door. And returned with makeup. "Uh-no." He said pointing a finger at you. You gave him puppy dog eyes, and so did morgan "....fine." you and her cheered before high-fiving.

While morgan did his hair in very odd shapes and styles, you did his makeup, badly....like, INTENSE blush. And bright blue eyeshadow. And red lipstick, you know.

Then pepper walked in to inform her family that it was dinner time. But saw all of you in giant skirts, and tony in a the best ponytail you can do with three inches of hair, and a tiara of course 😄 and you doing his makeup.

She chuckled at this, and especially tonys vulnerability to his girls. "Dinners ready, come on" she said before leaving the room. "Dont worry dad you look amazing"

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You had noticed that your father had a pretty bad day at work, and decided to help him out a bit with the help from Morgan.

"Hey mo. Daddy had a rough day at work, and he misses mommy, lets call it 'daddys bad day' and i want you to draw him something with all of your skill, and then give him the best bad day cure ever! hugs" you whispered that last bit to make it more dramatic for her.

She ran across her bedroom to grab her crayons and a few papers, and immediately got to work, creating her best piece yet!

You looked at it, then back at her and high-fived her for her amazing drawing skills. You had the milk on the stove and the chocolate in the microwave being melted. (You really think that you would make him instant hot cocoa on daddys bad day? Didn't think so)

You watched as tony came downstairs from his hot shower, that was long as well. And watched him immediately plop down on the couch, putting his hands over his face.

Morgan climbed onto the couch and tapped his shoulder getting him to look over at her, his hands floating midair.

"I made you something daddy" she said handing him the paper. He took one look at it and immediately smiled, looking back at morgan he saw she was handing him another paper. "And this ones you and mommy" she said pointing at the two people hugging underneath a rainbow in a meadow of flowers.

He was already quite emotional from his hard day, he felt his eyes water. Little Mo noticed this and wrapped her small arms around his neck, squeezing him as hard as she could,

"Its okay daddy...i love you" he let out a small sob and threw his arms around her waist. "I love you too, my sweet girl".

You walked over and sat down on the couch on his opposite side. Setting all three drinks down on the coffee table in front of you. You leaned into him, you and morgan both squeezed the life out of him.

You turned on a movie, and after you finished your drinks, you and morgan passed out in your fathers caring arms.

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAA! I love writing for morgan so fricking muchhhhh 💕🥰😘🩷 and I'm trying to tag you I swear, it's not workingggg 😭😭😭 this has happened before just give it a few days maybe 🙃

tags

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @zebralover //

[sanaserena]

As promised, more screenshots! This time from Episode 3. Of all episodes, this was one of the slowest for me, but not by much!! There are so many things to like about this episode (but comparatively, Episode was more exciting). This episode marks the beginning of Usopp's recruitment to the Strawhats. So, good things I liked from this episode (a complete series overview review later, including some hiccups I didn't love, but wasn't a dealbreaker for me):

Not just for this episode, but I loved the music. As someone who has always been primarily manga over anime, I really enjoyed the take on the music for this entire series! It's literally been stuck in my head all week... Even more, I really did enjoy the themes and motifs for each character! We even get a hint of We Are or Overtaken at crucial moments in the live action!! (One of which was the introduction to Going Merry!) It's interesting, I loved the moments when these appeared, but did not immediately catch that they were versions of the Anime OST, because evidently, I don't watch the anime as often...

Helmeppo. Have I said it yet? Even if I have, I'll say it again. Aidan Scott does such an amazing job as Helmeppo. He's a complete ass, yet he's become a likeable ass (and no!! I don't mean that literal scene from Episode 1! Some days I wonder if the choice to include was like a metaphor for his character...it probably wasn't but still!) Nonetheless, this guy has so many facial expressions and pretty damn perfect for Helmeppo. I like that we get to see more of him (and Koby and Garp) as we get to see how they grow from their roots to post-timeskip in the manga.

Nami, Zoro, Luffy. Again, Episode 3 gives us more development of their dynamic as a crew. They're still not together yet, but this is also one of the reasons I really enjoy Episodes 3 and 4. You can't have the Nami, Zoro, and Luffy of live action as they are in Episodes 7 and 8 without these two episodes. Because it's in 3 & 4 that we really get to know each one and they each get to know each other. There are so many great moments. Like when Luffy is idealistically optimistic about how to get a ship, and Nami is characteristically cynical, with Zoro totally agreeing with her. And like those two moments between the three: 1) Nami asking for Luffy and Zoro's opinion on her outfit (they just don't get it), and 2) Nami and Luffy making a bet (I love this moment because we get such a lovely conclusion of it in the next episode.)

Usopp, and almost immediately we get strong Usopp and Luffy camaraderie. Which was fantastic. You can see they're almost cut from the same cloth.

Btw, have I mentioned yet how awesome Mackenyu is at Zoro. Right from the get go, I was super happy that he was cast as Zoro (despite people's complaint that Taz's hair was too short and Mackenyu was too pretty).

Inaki is great at Luffy. His Luffy isn't exactly the same as Luffy in the manga, but we're looking at two different mediums here. In essence though, he makes a wonderful Luffy. He has all the core values of Luffy, loves and hates, and seriously, Inaki gives Luffy some really wonderful faces throughout the live action!

At first, I was a bit hmmm over Klahadore's costume. it felt a bit much. But the more I watched the actor act him out, the more I forgot about the costume and focussed on the man. And well, I can say I was fully convinced.

Kaya's mansion. I do love the idea that we see events taking place at the mansion, rather than on the hill in the manga. I mean I adore that fight in the manga too, because it has many funny moments, but the live action variation does a great job bringing a different location alive. (And I love that I now know that there's electricity in One Piece... which was a question the Production designer Richard Bridgland had asked about.) I love Kaya's wardrobe. It's insane, but so wonderful to look at. Her bedroom is adorable. Her dining room tells a story. The kitchen is definitely a kitchen. And so on.

Once again, I couldn't fit all the images in this post, so look for Part 2 here: Link

[itsuji]

Hehe, hi

If I can can I request Desmond Hall and Mark "Mayhem" Berskii (separate) angst with the reader? like they get into an argument regarding the killing game and S/O becomes a victim directly after it? then they realize that S/O was an easy target to the Blackened because they were sobbing over the argument? just some sad stuff.

love your fics btw <3

— tears

a/n: ty for your request!! I love this idea veryvery much!! sorry for the late reply I had to go somewhere!! sorry if the arguments are a little too bad !!

warnings: a bit of cursing in desmonds part. impaled in marks part.

characters: mark “mayhem” berskii, desmond hall. ( jett and kai mentioned as side chars! )

genre: heavy angst ( i love angst sm ty for this request )

Desmond was the type to usher himself away from people, only interacting if forced to. Now he was forced to survive in a killing game, where the chances of survival are thin. When he met you he started worrying about what would happen to him, or you if any of the both of you died.

He sat on the bed which the both of you shared, his shoulders tense, looking at the ground. You entered the room and looked at him “Are you..alright?” You asked him, confused “What if you die, or I die? What’ll happen to you..or even me?” He replied, his voice breaking at the last bit. You softened your eyes and took a seat next to him. “We’ll be alright Des, as long as we’re by each others side.” You comforted him and put a hand on his shoulder, he looked at you and softly smiled, then looked at the ground again, then he stood up. “I’ll make sure we escape. “

your eyes widened, and you took your hand off his shoulder “What the hell do you mean by that?” Desmond looked in your eyes, his eyes were different, full of hate, rage. “It means that I’ll kill someone.” He turned to the door looking like he was leaving, you stood up and grabbed his wrist “Hang on, those are our friends out there Des, you can’t just kill one for the benefit of us!” You rebutted, pulling him back into the dorm, “One life for two, its logic s/o.” He replied pulling back his wrist “Des, wait I need you alive! If you get caught in the trial…then!-“

“Dont, call me Des.”

“Des I cant watch you get executed!”

He clenched his fists in his hand and grabbed your shirt. “CALL ME DES ONE MORE TIME.” He shouted at you, tears brimmed the corner of your eyes. “ s/o, sorry I just-“ you ran out of your shared dorm sobbing. Desmond took a step to run after you, but he knew that he shouldn’t go after you.

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Then Desmond got even more worried about you when you didn’t come back at night. He was already in bed, stepping out of the dorm every 5 minutes looking to see if you would come back. His finger tapped against the mattress, he didn’t like silence at all. “Fuck it.” Desmond got out of his bed and put his jacket on and went to look for you.

“s/o? look I’m sorry about the fight we had, please come back.” He said in the hallways, hoping that you would come back soon. He walked in the hallways with a worried look plastered on his face. Thats when a bloody trail appeared before him, was this the reason you didn’t come home? But really could he call this home? He rushed into the dining hall, and thats when he saw your bloody body against the wall, there was blood everywhere, in the kitchen, some on the walls, but Desmond could hardly focus on the crime scene in front of him, he rushed straight towards your body. “ s/o!” He said shaking your body, you looked at him weakly. “Des- I mean Desmond.” His eyes became glassy at the sight of you, he held onto you for dear life, like he depended on it. Which he did. “You can call my Des, it’s okay, it’s okay.” He said, almost breaking down, you sniffed, hugging him back.

“Des, go get others.” You said weakly, tears running down your cheeks, “Not until I’m ready to leave you…who did this?” He asked, finally breaking down. “ Des, you deserve happiness, more than I can give you.” You held his hand, dodging the question. The marksman left the hug and kissed you passionately.

He pulled away from the kiss, and looked at you. “I can’t believe I did this to you.” Guilt overcame Desmond as tears rolled down his cheeks, you wiped them away and cupped his cheek.

“Don’t let this drag you down Des, I love you.”

Desmond watched you pass away. He couldn’t imagine what life would be like without you, and now it was real. The last thing you heard was Desmond screaming your name in rage.

( MY BABY WAAAAA )

Mark laid with you in your shared bed. Thats when you asked a question out of nowhere, “Mark, would you care if I died?” He looked at you, confused. “…Of course I would, why would you ask that?” He replied, “It’s just that..never mind, it’s dumb anyway.” You said, slightly frowning. “…No it’s okay, you can say it.” The music producer wrapped his arm around you.

You sighed, ready for what was about to come, “If you really want me to say it, You seem like you prioritize your music over me, Ever since we’ve been together.” Mark squinted at you. “…No I haven’t, if anything I’ve been spending every half of my day with you since then.” He rebutted, you got out of Marks hold and looked at him and scoffed, “What do you mean half? You spend all day making music! What if I die and your not with me?”

“Dont bring the killing game into this s/o.” Mark replied, already annoyed by your responses. You pulled out of Marks hold and got out of your shared bed, grabbing your bag and your jacket. “…Where are you going?” Mark asked you, also getting out of bed and putting his hands in his pockets “Somewhere, where I can’t see you.” You rushed to the door and pulled the handle, stopping to look back at Mark “If you wanna be alone Mark, Be alone.” You commented before slamming the door.

—————

Mark waited for you at your shared dorm, he even asked Eva, your old roommate who had a newly single dorm after you moved in with Mark, and Kai, one of your close friends in the ‘game.’ “Yo’ Mark, you look worried.” Jett asked the worried music producer from across the room, Mark sighed “….We had a fight and, I don’t know if they’re coming back.” Jett walked over to Marks side of the room, “If ya want, we can go and look for ‘er, it’s almost night anyway.” The racer looked at Mark, who was staring right back at him, “I’ll take that as a yes! Put your jacket on Mark, we’re going!”

“Hey!! vocalist person!! where are you!?” Jett shouted in the courtyard, “…You’re still loud even under that helmet…” Mark replied, squinting at Jett in annoyance. “Sorry man!”

Mark walked in the hallways of Edens Garden Academy, he himself never thought that he would have to look for his own s/o in a killing game. That was when Mark stumbled upon the dining hall, one of the doors were slightly opened, blood on the handle. Mark quickly rushed to open it, but there was nothing but blood on the the table. But that was when he felt something wet on his shoulder.

Mark reached his hand out to touch it, blood. Mark looked up, horrified with what he saw, It was you, your mouth was taped shut, and a spear impaled you, probably how you got stuck to the ceiling. Mark collapsed onto the ground, still looking at your dead body. This…This was his fault, no doubt about it.

-🌹 itsuji

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

Today is the equinox, which means time to rotate the altar mats from summer to autumn and rearrange things as well. If ants were such a problem in this house, I would also leave food offerings, but keeping food out of my sewing room keeps things the ants out. Don't bother offering options and ideas for keeping ants away. I've got cinnamon sprinkled along the baseboards and use a peppermint oil spray throughout the house. It works, yes, but I don't fancy testing to see if it's enough when there's a yummy thing on the other side of the fragrant border. No, I think I'll get something to represent the food. At some point, there will be a shrine set up outside, but not anytime soon.

As for traditions on the equinox...not much. I rotate the altar mats, rearrange things, leave an offering of tea and wine (when I have any in the house; my husband and I don't drink), light a few candles, and if I have the energy, a tarot reading as well. Oh, and lots of housecleaning and opening windows to get fresh air in. This is pretty much all holidays, btw. I will be working on making decorations!

Holidays have never really be a big thing for me. I grew up in a christian household, but got kicked out of church when I was nine because I kept interrupting sermons with questions and couldn't fathom "blind faith." Still can't. The only holidays we actually did things for was Halloween (because three children who love costumes and a mother who can sew said costumes), xmas (not real focus on the jesus stuff, just gifts and food), easter (mostly just food; I was kicked out of church and my parents couldn't be bothered to get me into the jesus stuff at home without me challenging them with questions), thanksgiving (I nearly always got sick and now we know why, the men would spend the day watching football while the rest of us worked in the kitchen except my husband was also in the kitchen because he's a professional cook), and independence day (I fucking hate all holidays that involve explosions and flashy lights).

My hope is to create traditions for my home. Clean the house, make it fresh and open by ridding it of what was to make space for what may come. Decorate it and make it feel like a holiday rather than a passing moment. My husband and I already have a tradition for Feast Day and Yuletide, which is trying a new food for the first time. If said food turns out to be something one or both of us enjoys, it gets added to the cookbook. Thus far, I haven't been disappointed. He, on the other hand, favors the children's menu. Yuletide is also spent watching a new movie while we enjoy new food. My husband is Buddhist and celebrates no holidays except for what I do, and he enjoys it. I want to get into the habit of decorating the outside of the house, like the yard, but that won't be for awhile yet.

Here are the holidays I celebrate, and no, I do not follow the "wheel of the year."

Spring Equinox - housecleaning a few days prior, altar mat rotation, new altar arrangement, bouquet of flowers, light some candles, offer a cup of tea and glass of wine, do some casting if I feel the need to, tarot reading if I have the energy and focus, open windows in the dining room, sewing room, and kitchen. When I have some devotional wallhangings, which I need to make, those will be rotated as well. Oh, and I need to make some decorations to set up around the house.

Summer Solstice - same as above, but spring is lighter colors where summer is bright and bold. If there isn't too much smoke outside and if isn't too hot, the windows are opened.

Autumnal Equinox - same as above, but earth tones.

Halloween - same as above, but with a few additions that are very personal and private for me. Halloween also begins two weeks prior and continues for two weeks after.

Feast Day - no new setup, but instead a day of spending time together, enjoy a new movie, try new food, and maybe open windows. It's cold and wet at this time of year, and the neighbors use woodburning fireplaces to heat their homes. This puts a lot of smoke in the air, which means windows are rarely opened. Feast Day is also a day of remembrance and reflection and, if we have the money, we'll purchase items from the local Indigenous People, like food or clothing, or make a donation to the fundraisers they have set up. My ancestors were among the Puritans, the first colonizers, and they did horrific things to the people and the land.

Yuletide - this is the winter solstice and more or less the same as the first three listed here with the addition of gift giving, watching a new movie, trying new food, and cuddling on the couch. It's too cold to open the windows, and the humidity from the rain (it's the wet season here) makes the cold sink into your bones. That means cuddling on the couch with a quilt and our cat.

Now that we're homeowners, I can well and truly do as I damn well please with holiday decorations and celebration. Without the need to move when the rent goes up, I can actually make things and not worry about having to pack them up. This means lots of decorations! Were it not for the financial emergencies we had this year, I would've focused on making things for my home. When I'm able to make things for the fun of it rather than with the hope of selling, my home will have wallhangings I can rotate for the holidays, things to hang along the ceiling, yard decorations, window decorations, just full Martha Stewart. Because I can.

Do you have any particular tradition that may be unique to you, your family, or your culture? I'm a pagan witch, devotee of Cernunnos, and I work with/pray to The Morrigan, Hela, Frigg, Freyja, Freyr, and Thor, as well as ancestors, spirits, and the Good Folk (the last two are what I've been doing for over 30 years, the deities for the last 25 years, and ancestors for the last six years). My husband has no traditions for the holidays and has explained he doesn't actually celebrate any. He used to visit family when we lived near them, and we would visit mine because hey, they were nearby too (I would end up hiding in the basement because Too Much Is Happening Upstairs). We moved across the country and have only each other, which is perfectly fine for us.

[arcadian-litterateur]

let it snow | winterwidow

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

summary: bucky and natasha enjoy a cozy christmas evening together when they get snowed in at their cabin.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none other than over the top fluff

a/n: i wrote this a long time ago. but like i still love it. cuz it's literally just fluffy fluff fluff fluff. bucky is a very whipped little simp btw.

"as long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 and dark brown shingles, a red front door to the little ranch house cracked slightly, the screen door securely locked. Two grey chimneys pumped out smoke, curling in designs that painted the gray sky and the evergreens surrounding the house. A wreath was secured to the mailbox, a sign saying "Mr. and Mrs. Barnes" screwed to the side. A snow shovel leaned against the side of the house, the off white garage door peppered with little notches in the wood, Christmas lights strung lazily around the top of the house. It was a small abode, but love simply emanated from it. You could tell that it was a place of much happiness.

Inside, a small living room was the first room in sight, two obviously well-loved plaid couches with sunken cushions against the front windows. A small tv was perched on a wooden stand, end tables made of the same birch at either end of the couches. Lovely maroon curtains blocked the windows from pesky strangers. A piano sat in the corner of the room.

Right through an arch lay the kitchen, a vintage look which seemed in common with the rest of the house. The yellowed refrigerator had obviously once been white, and it was plastered with pictures, some old enough to be in black and white. It was clear the fridge was a hand-me-down of sorts, passed from generation to generation. The cabinets, cherry wood with tarnished silver handles were all closed except for two to the right of the sink, which was a double, full of sudsy water and dirty dishes. A redhead stood at the sink, scrubbing the plates with her petite yet strong hands. The oven, a small, silvery number, was also on, the hum of its heater filling the small space.

The radio was on the dining table, a circular table made of that same wood which seemed very common in the house. Its buzz filled the little ranch. A brunet sat at the table, his chin in his left hand, which happened to be made of metal. His ears were trained towards the radio, however his eyes were glued to his wife's hips, a smile gracing his lips as he watched her feet tap to the beat of the tune stuck in her head.

"---Roads in Cook County are closed, due to icy conditions and heavy snowfall. Only travel if absolutely necessary, and stay safe---" the male switched the radio off.

"Well, guess we have our answer, Natasha. I better call Steve and tell him we can't go tonight." Natasha sighed, using her shoulder to brush some of her fiery locks to the side.

"That's too bad. I was hoping to spend Christmas with the Rogers."

Her husband smiled, "But this does mean we get to spend Christmas all by ourselves." He got up from the table, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the top of her head as she giggled.

"Oh, Bucky." Turning her head to the side, she gave him a quick peck before shutting the faucet off, drying her hands on the towel next to the sink.

"Well," Bucky said, "Since we're snowed-in, what do you want to do?" Natasha looked at the clock above the stove and rolled her eyes.

"I," she bopped her husband's nose, "am going to make dinner. You know, since we won't be eating Peggy's delicious cooking anymore."

He sighed, "Okay, fine. I'll find something to do." With one last plea of puppy dog eyes and that cute pout that Natasha loved so much, he left, knowing that this time, she wasn't going to budge.

"Be grateful," she called after him. "I'm feeding you!" Bucky waved a hand. It was the knowledge that the two of them loved each other so much that they'd gotten married and settled down in the middle of nowhere, away from all their friends so it would just be them, that made it clear that these "ungrateful" moments were just jokes.

Natasha started a simple pot of broccoli cheddar soup, after spending ten minutes trying to find something to make amongst her fancy cookbooks and practically bare cupboards. Still, the seemingly basic soup was a staple in their married life, and it would be perfect for a low-key Christmas dinner. The wooden spoon she held was rough from many years of use.

It had been her late mother's, a gift to the couple along with much of the rest of their kitchen supplies. Melina had known that her daughter would want to live away from the busy city. Natasha's childhood memories were full of strife, gangs, and way too many close calls for her to stay there. However, the cookbooks were from her mother in law. Winnifred was a master in the kitchen, and she'd taught Natasha the other half of what she knew.

Natasha's father, Alexei, well, his family was the line from which this house came from. Melina's family were the city goers. Bucky's father, George, was Melina's childhood friend, and if Alexei hadn't come along with his charming, backwoods ways, Natasha and Bucky could have been siblings instead of lovers. They often laughed about that. They had grown up together, but the minute they were both out of highschool, they forgot the other existed.

That is, until Bucky saved Natasha from a harsh prison sentence based on her many crimes in the gang she'd gotten wrapped up in. She felt indebted to him, and slowly they became best friends, and then lovers. Bucky had helped Natasha wipe the red out of her ledger, and she would be forever grateful. Furthermore, she was so happy that she got to be married to the man for the rest of her life.

With another stir, the soup sizzled some more, the redhead's hips bouncing to the tune of an invisible band. And then she heard it.

The sound of the piano. That's what she'd been subconsciously dancing to. That was another thing she loved about her husband: he was one of the most musically talented men she'd ever met. You wouldn't guess it just looking at him, he looked more like a football quarterback (which he totally could pull off), but Natasha loved the fact that he could just sit down and play music. It was a gift from above, that was for sure. She heard him start to sing, a grin turning up the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. Since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." The redhead hummed along, the sound of his baritone like honey to her ears. It made her shiver, and at the same time, it made her giggle. He heard her, too. "Come join me, darling!"

Abandoning the soup to finish cooling on the stove, she raced into the living room. Bucky scooted over, patting the bench beside him. The redhead plopped down, smiling wide at him as he started up again. "When we finally kiss goodnight, oh, I'll hate going out in the storm." Natasha doubled on a low harmony, her eyebrows scrunching as she did her best to hit the right notes. "But if you'll really hold me tight, all the way home I'll be warm!"

Before starting the next verse, Bucky paused and brushed his wife's hair behind her ear, smiling, "You have the voice of an angel, babe." She blushed, smacking his shoulder.

"I do not!" she objected.

"Yes, you do," he responded, tickling her sides as she buried her face in his neck, laughing.

"Stop! Stop!" With a cocky grin, he complied, her eyes rolling as she turned back to the piano. Bucky wrapped his flesh arm around her waist, pulling her closer as she laid her head on his shoulder."Gosh, I love you, Buck," she whispered, reaching over to lace her fingers through his metal ones.

"I love you, too, Nat," he smiled back. She could feel the smile from where his cheek was pressed up her scalp, his hand moving from her hips to her hair, stroking the red locks as she closed her eyes in silent enjoyment. It was the perfect picture of a happy Christmas evening. The lovely couple, sitting at the piano, arms intertwined as they hummed tunes together.

Some time later, they were curled up on one of those old couches, a blanket around their bodies as they watched It's A Wonderful Life. Natasha was on Bucky's lap, his arms around her as she held the blanket around them. Every time a funny scene popped up in the movie, Bucky would close his eyes as he listened to his wife's joyful laugh. That was the most precious gift she could give him- herself. All of her. The one who'd gotten distracted while cooking their soup and burnt it, and the one with the most beautiful soprano voice, and the one who could kick his ass in a fight any day of the week.

As the credits rolled and Natasha sleepily turned to him with a grin, he smiled and whispered, "Merry Christmas, Nat."

"Merry Christmas, Bucky."

the end

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

This post is just me sort of rambling about the thoughts surrounding my new job so feel free to scroll past.

New workspace. This machine was installed a few weeks ago and a few of use were trained in it but I am the primary operator. They haven’t installed my work table yet so I’ve been using that cart. I’m two months into the drastic change in careers and it’s been strange - not just the obvious difference in what I’m actually doing but the shift as well. I don’t have weird start and ends times that change daily. But my set shift begins at 5am, meaning that I’m waking up at 3:30am. That’s the middle of the witching hour. I keep expecting to sit up and see some kind of demon ghost thing looking shocked like “the fuck you doing awake?”

But I’m less stressed, I think. I miss my clients dearly but now I no longer have to be responsible for the lives of 12 people. I can actually focus on myself. And the fact that I can do this job while wearing headphones has allowed me to catch up on podcasts and shit I’d long abandoned due to lack of time/energy. I’ve even made it a goal to listen to at least one new album a day from an artist I like but only know a song or two. I have 10 hours a day to fill so it’s not that hard to do. (I’m open to suggestions btw so if you have a fav band/album you think more people should hear, let me know! I don’t really *hate* any genre, except 90% of the new bro country shit)

My medical insurance kicks in on July 1st, so I can finally go to the doctor and dentist. They’ve had some overtime available that I’ve taken advantage of, and will continue to do so as long as it’s there. Mostly because I need all the money I can get and also - I don’t mind the work. It feels good to be physically doing stuff. I’m not like, building houses or anything but there I’m for sure getting more movement than I was previously. The ONLY downside so far of this job is that it’s very hard to regulate the temperature. I’ve had to buy my own fan to bring in and honestly I’m about to get a second one so I can have it blowing on my from both sides. Ya girl STAYS hot.

I’ve been staying with my mom and it’s been rough. We don’t have the most loving relationship, she gets on my goddamn nerves but I try not to get to frustrated with her because it will only make things worse. Maybe one day I’ll write some essays about it, as my upbringing with her was anything but “normal” but I digress.

The most challenging thing has been the lack of *silence* in the house. Before, I had my roommates. Ut they were hardly home when I was and then they had their room upstairs. We never really got in each others space. Here, that’s not possible. I’m literally sleeping on a twin bed that’s been set up in the dining room since it’s a tiny 750sq ft one bedroom house. And my mom nor Mo work, so they NEVER LEAVE. And neither of them have much variety in the food they eat so I’ve had to adapt to eating much of the same bland poor southern shit I grew up with. Which is good occasionally but man. I can’t wait to have my own kitchen again and cook some Indian food. Or Mediterranean.

My goal is to have my own place by the first of August. Thats plenty of time to have the money for the first few months plus deposit. The biggest issue is not knowing what’s gonna be on the market. Rent, while not nearly as high as places like Chicago and Austin and huge cities like that, it’s still unreasonable for a single income person. Especially when that income is just under 40k a year, pre tax.

Anyway, my hope is that once I get moved into my own place I can finally have the energy and focus to do more creative shit. I have TONS of ideas written down but with no space to do any of them, it’s been depressing. I’ve got buttons and magnets and silly shit all in my big ass head. And not all of it is wrestling related.

Alright I’m gonna stop now. But yeah if anyone read all this I apologize haha. It’s not my usual shit of making jokes about AEW and posting too many pics of Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy.

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Caliban’s cravings are so fascinating to me. Can we get a story of when Caliban’s cravings first return? Him trying to hide them at first and maybe when Azalea is beginning to catch on?

That's so sweet of you to say! Thank you so much!

I've already talked about this in a few asks (mainly this one, this one,  this one, and these two. Major kudos to the anons who sent said asks in, btw! I've really gotta start making an emoji list so I can recognize people). But I'm happy to expand on it a bit more. Even if I do want to keep some things vague. . .

(Trigger Warnings: implied murder/death, implied cannibalism, implied violence, mentions of blood, cravings/hunger pangs, mentions of eating/drinking, implied abuse/neglect. Please let me know if I missed anything.) 

(Also, just to clarify: this snippet takes place years before Caliban and Azalea joined The Pentas Family)

___

His world is a blur thanks to the violent movement he’s fighting against. . .

Caliban’s eyes felt dry and heavy. One of them twitched as he stared into the darkness of his room. Even as he kept tossing and turning in his bed—the same one he’d had to hide under so many times before—he couldn’t seem to close them.  

For the first time in years, the house was quiet. Not calm (a place like this would never, never be calm. Not to Caliban or his sister, at least), but quiet. It had been ever since. . .

Caliban flinched badly as a long, low, sickening growl reverberated under his skin. 

. . .Or, the house was relatively quiet.

Logic insisted that the noise wasn’t as loud as it felt, that Azalea couldn’t hear it through the wall in the room next door. 

A small voice in the back of Caliban’s head chastised him for still trying to look for logic, considering exactly what he’d done. 

Caliban swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to take deep, slow breaths.

It didn’t steady him at all. In fact, it almost seemed to amplify his stomach’s demands. 

His teeth click-click-clicked against one another as he started moving his jaw up and down without knowing or meaning to. 

Caliban hadn’t even realized that he’d started shaking until he felt himself curl into the fetal position, his arms snaking around his abdomen.

As if that would do anything to drive the aching and gnawing and churning away. 

The skin is soft and warm under his teeth, tearing far too easily. . .

Several hours came and went, and Caliban found himself in the kitchen with his sister. It was a wide, open area, providing more than enough space for a much larger family to use. That luxury ultimately meant more things to clean, but that wasn’t too much of a problem right now. 

Azalea paced back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, transferring what she and her brother had used from the table to the cabinets.

Caliban, meanwhile, stood before the sink, soap suds nearly reaching up to his elbows. He’d always found it pretty damn stupid that so many types of cutlery couldn’t be put in dishwashers, but he wasn’t about to complain.

He could barely remember the last time he’d eaten a full meal, a proper meal.  (Azalea had smuggled food to him whenever she had the chance, of course.)

Now that the two of them had free-reign of the house. . .

Both the pantry and refrigerator were decently-stocked. There was nobod—nothing to withhold any of that food from him now. 

Still, he needed to be careful with it. He had to make sure there was plenty for his sister. Aside from that, it would only last so long. 

The siblings may have learned how to properly stash any money they managed to come across. (Hell, they’d found plenty more sometime on that fateful day, when they’d entered a room they’d previously never even been able to breathe in the direction of.) But they needed to be cautious about that money, needed to use it sparingly until they figured out what the hell they could do about their circumstances. 

Caliban moved to the side as Azalea came up to the sink to soak a spare rag with soap and water. She paused, peering at him, then offered a small smile as she went to wipe down the table. Caliban smiled back. 

Earlier, they’d worked together to make a small feast. It truly seemed that Azalea had been born to cook and bake, and Caliban was eager to learn what he could. 

It’d been so. Damn. Refreshing.

Being able to just coexist with Azalea, help her, enjoy this new freedom with her. . .it’d almost been enough to distract him. 

Almost. 

But when Caliban finally turned the faucet off, when he began drying off the things he’d washed, when he took a gleaming steak knife into his hands. . .something crawled into his mind.

The blade was clean.

It shouldn’t have been clean.

It should’ve been be dripping, should’ve been slathered in red, should’ve been slicing into—

It clattered back down into the sink as Caliban’s stomach began to roar. 

Caliban ground his jaw. He almost immediately felt cold sweat begin to form on his skin as his sister froze, slowly turning to face him. 

“. . .We literally just ate,” Azalea mentioned, tilting her head, eyes filled with concern. “Are you feeling okay? Is your stomach upset?”

“I. . .” Caliban’s reply was shaky, as something in his throat was trying to pull his voice down. “I’m not sure.”

Blood gushes out, dark and crimson and rich on his tastebuds. . .

Caliban had trouble settling onto an armchair at one corner of the living room. It wasn’t uncomfortable; the leather was plush, and it seemed to give the perfect amount of support for his back.

He just wasn’t used to actually enjoying this space. If anything, this room was one that he and Azalea had typically tried to avoid. 

Speaking of Azalea: she was sitting cross-legged on the floor. She’d all but covered the coffee table in colored pencils and fine-tipped markers, and her eyes were glued to one of the adult coloring books she’d had hidden away. 

She didn’t seem to be feeling out of place or tense, but Caliban had been wrong before. 

Caliban lightly shook his head, trying to focus on the book in his lap.  

The carpet was smooth under his feet.

The carpet also still carried the smell of dish soap. It wasn’t as strong as it had been on that day, (and even then, it definitely wasn’t as strong as bleach would’ve been), but it hadn’t faded away. 

A chill raced up Caliban’s spine as he chewed at the inside of his cheek. It’d seemed impossible that he and Azalea had been able to clean the carpet so quickly. Especially with how he’d felt something stir as he’d stared at that huge, dark red stain. . .

He caught movement in his peripheral vision. He glanced at his sister, who was scanning the coffee table instead of the page she’d been working on (an abstract drawing of an octopus, which now boasted pretty blue rings along its tentacles). Her brow was furrowed in confusion; she was obviously looking for something. 

Caliban’s eyes wandered to the floor. Sure enough, he discovered a pale-gold pencil resting near one of the armchair’s legs. He reached down and plucked it up, then audibly tapped it against his book. The noise caught Azalea’s attention, and she swiveled her head to face Caliban. Her slight frustration melted into a smile as her brother handed the formerly lost pencil to her. 

“It’s healing,” she murmured. “Shouldn’t take more than a week.” 

Caliban’s own smile flickered as tilted his head at the statement.

Azalea fidgeted in place, probably wondering if she’d actually meant to say that. “Your eye, I mean.”

“. . .Oh,” Caliban replied. “Right, right.” He subconsciously raised a hand. His fingers brushed against the skin around his left eye, which was a dull shade of purple. It was still sore, but the swelling had definitely gone down. 

Although. . .well, it certainly wasn’t the first black eye Caliban had ever gotten. And even if he’d somewhat adjusted to the throbbing, stinging sensation that always came with black eyes. . .he hadn’t exactly had time to focus on the pain that followed this particular one. 

Another awful groan shuddered through his intestines. Caliban flinched, biting back a gasp.

He saw Azalea freeze, saw her slowly bring her pencil to rest against the page, saw her begin peering at the room around them. 

Caliban forced himself to stare at his book, turning the page and almost accidentally tearing it out. He shifted in the armchair, hoping that the way its leather squeaked would somehow cover up the noise.

Shut up, he repeated the words like a mantra in his head as he pressed a hand against his midsection, his nails digging in through his shirt. Shutupshutupshutupshutup!

The smell of iron (or maybe pennies?) is so strong, completely filling his nose, to the point where his eyes are nearly watering and he can feel it creeping along his brain. . .

Caliban wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he’d crept out of his bedroom, had trudged down the stairs, had been pacing back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. 

The house was dark. Like the past few nights, it also wasn’t entirely silent. 

He was careful to walk slowly, to keep his movement as muted as possible. He didn’t know why he bothered, though. 

It wasn’t like he could hear his footsteps through the cries of his stomach.

It felt like the acids were alive, and that they’d somehow formed claws. 

So how the hell could his stomach feel so empty at the same time?!

He hovered in front of a door in the corner of the pantry.

The basement was unfinished. There was no carpet down there, no insulation, no windows.

No matter what the weather outside was like, the basement was always very, very, very cold.

The basement had always been a cluttered wreck. On one hand, that made it even more unsavory than its darkness and temperature. 

On the other hand, the mess down there had helped him and Azalea to hide the body. 

Caliban stared at the doorknob. It looked smooth, polished, even. But his instincts swore that the material would drag along his skin and leave a bloody gash in his palm if he grasped it. 

That didn’t change the fact that he needed to open the door. He needed to go down to the basement. He needed to stop feeling SO GODDAMN HUNGRY DESPITE HOW HE’D FINALLY BEEN ABLE TO EAT ON HIS OWN TERMS—

The kitchen light was suddenly beaming down.

Caliban whirled around to find Azalea standing just a few feet away. Her eyes immediately drilled into his, full of stress and hurt.

“Cal,” she pronounced. “You need to tell me what’s going on. Right now.”

Caliban’s mouth opened and closed a few times. No words came out. 

“I know something’s wrong,” Azalea insisted. “I know you’re not okay, and I know it’s not just because of what happened. The only thing I don’t know is why, and I can’t just—”

“Since when have either of us ever been okay?” Caliban finally replied, voice shuddering.

“That’s not the point.” Azalea argued, taking a step closer to him. “The point is that you’re my brother and I’m your sister!” 

Another step. 

“I care about you! I want to make sure that you're safe and happy!” 

Another step.

“But I can’t do that if you’re trying to hide things from me when I’ve never hidden anything from you!” Azalea’s voice grew weak, choked-up. She stood in front of Caliban, eyes now glistening.  “You never had a problem talking to me before. And I’ve never had a problem listening. So why now?”

 “Because I’m scared, Aza!” The words forced themselves out of Caliban’s mouth. “I’m scared because I don’t understand what’s happening to me!”

“And I can find a way to help you understand it!” Azalea almost shouted. 

Eyes starting to burn, Caliban nearly yelled back, “Well, what if that leads to you being scared of me?!” 

Silence

The seconds dragged by, jeering at the two siblings. 

“Do you. . .” Azalea tried, a tidal wave of emotion crashing down on her features. “Do you not trust me anymore. . ?”

Caliban felt his heart sink. “N-no, no! I do trust you, I swear! You’re probably the only person I can ever trust!”

It’d been a miracle that she’d helped him clean up the mess.

It’d been a miracle that she hadn’t fled the house screaming.

It’d been a miracle that, after seeing him hunched over and covered in blood, she’d approached him and snapped him out of that daze.

“I’m sorry—I just—I-I-I can’t—!” Caliban hardly felt dull pain flaring in his knees as he collapsed onto the floor, tears pouring down his features. It took effort to feel Azalea wrap her arms around him, to feel himself hug her tightly. 

He could barely feel anything other than hunger.

His sister was right.

He had no choice.

“I liked it, Aza,” he confessed, his voice caught between a whisper and a sob. “I enjoyed what I did, and I’ve been starving ever since I did it! The taste was so good and it was everywhere and I’ve just been wanting more!”

And with that, Caliban waited. He waited for Azalea to turn pale. He waited for her to push herself away from him, to stand up and start running.

He waited for what felt like hours and hours.

But she never did any of those things. Instead, he saw her push her hair out of the way before she rested her head on his shoulder. Still embracing him, still drawing circles on his back. 

“. . .That’s not your fault,” Azalea finally murmured. “You had your reasons; we both know you did.” 

Even though his crying had tapered down into hiccuping, Caliban wasn’t sure how to answer. Relief flooded through him, of course, but it was still overshadowed by shock.

“We can figure this out,” Azalea promised, carefully pulling back to look her brother in the eyes. “You and me.”

Like him, her face was covered in tear stains. But Caliban didn’t see a single trace of disgust or anger or fear.

“You and me,” he echoed. 

The screaming keeps coiling inside his ears long after the thrashing eventually stops. . .

[ashstar1111]

babysitting storytime?? not a good one tho lol

its kinda long so be aware. also, sorry for any spelling/grammer mistakes, english isnt my first language.

ok so BACKROUND: theres this couple + two daughters (7 and 5 y/o) who lives two floors below me & my family, and both the parents had to work and they needed someonw to watch their girls from 8am to almost 5pm (so about 9h). 

Usually my little sis babysits for them but she had plans + she didnt feel like shes ready to babysit for so long (its the first family shes babysitting for), so she offered me the job. and me, being me, took it without thinking twice (spoiler alart, BIG MISTAKE).

so i wake up in the morning and i feel really ill, i almost threw up a few times and my stomach really hurts, but i dont have much time to worry about it so i suck it up like a big kid, drink my coffe, take the dog for a walk, come home, finish my coffe, and go to their house. 

so, get to these girls apartment at 8am sharp, and everything is fine for the first few hours, they’re snacking some chips and drinking WAY to much chocolate milk, as well as watching wired youtubes on the tv, they were honestly very well behaved at the begining tbh, so i just let them be. 

at like 11:30am they started being hungry and they asked me for some fruites, so i was like “okay :)” and went to cut some fruites and stuff for them. i cut them a peach and washed them two different types of grapes, put it all on a plate and brought it to them.

then, they said they want corn schnitzel and i was like, “okay, well you can eat the fruites while i make u some” and went to the kitchen. what i didnt know was that they were starting to play with the fruits instead of eating them, so i came back to find the grapes, still uneaten, but covered in green liquid sope (???), and one (1) pice of peach was eaten. thats it. no girls.

at this point its about 12:45pm and they’re not in the living room where i left them. why? because APPARENTALLY, they decided that braking into their parents room (which was locked, btw, dont ask me how tf they got in) to steal some Mentos, was the best thing to do after murdering fruites.

i caught them right before they found the Mentos, and brought them to the dining table to eat the schnitzel they asked for. after they ate they decided to play a game called “trying to get into mom and dad’s room to steal stuff”, and i had to literally STAND AND GAURD THE DOOR TO MAKE SURE THEY WERENT STEALING SHIT. 

then, as they relized that I was the main problem, they decided to start trowing things at me. moestly shoes and crayons and markers and dolls. i asked them to stop multipul times and tryed to talk to them like big girls, until they decided to take it one step forwared, and throw a PAIR OF SCISSURES directly at me. 

it didnt hit me bc i moved, and then i yelled at them that they’re not supposed to be throwing sharp stuff like that, especially not at people. they didnt give TWO SHITS, and their way of showing me that was to throw the scissures at me AGAIN.

at that point i kinda gave up, maybe bc i was tired, maybe bc i was feeling kinda ill, maybe bc i was hungry, or maybe bc ive had enough stuff thrown at me a this point. fuck knows, the point is, i fucking had it.

i got away from the door and yelled at them that i hope they treat the next babysitter to watch them better than that (bc FUCK IT im not going back in there, especially not for enother 9 fucking houres.) and that ill be telling their mom everything. 

they obviusly were like “yeah we dont really care”. and when im telling u i was so close to snapping, i mean i was SO FUCKING CLOSE. so, i did what every reasonable adult would have done, and i sat on the couch in the living room and had a silent meltdown while the girls i was supposed to be watching were stealing cendy from their parents :).

after about 15 muinets (so it was about 2pm) of silently crying, they came to apologize to me, but i was so fucking angry (i still am and its 10pm) that all i did was telling them that i dont want their apology, and again, that i hope they would treat the next babysitter better, and then i got up and went to the kitchen floor to text heir mom.

long story short: their mom called me and scolded them that it wasnt ok and shit, but im still angry (both that they think they have the right to throw a pair of scissures at me, and that they actually made me scared. the rest of the babysitting they behaved and shit so i hid in the bathroom, bc i was shaking (im still a bit shaky for some reason) and honestly i didnt feel like i could face them).

[ghostoftheyear]

not looking for sympathy, just need to talk

so my living situation, which I thought was all right, is suddenly being ripped out from under me. I have lived in this apartment for 9 years, but my older cat (Aidan) has been pissing in a corner for far longer than I realized. Blame it on a combination of my lack of smell and inability to clean the litter boxes as often as they should be cleaned. Two years ago this caused the apartment office to start a recarpeting project in my apartment, because it was so bad neighbors were complaining. This was with my complete compliance. They did the main part of the apartment first (kitchen and hallways got new vinyl flooring, dining room/living room got new carpeting and all the floors were sealed as well), and then once I’d reset all that and cleared out the second bedroom, that was done too. The master bedroom has not been touched because this all requires a lot of physical effort on my part, but now it doesn’t matter anyway. I guess Aidan is still peeing in that same goddamn corner and the complaints are still coming in.

So my lease isn’t being renewed. I got a notice that I have to be out by May 31st. When I called (confused, as I hadn’t expected any of this), I was told about the continuing complaints. I honestly thought it would be better once the carpet was replaced and all the old marking smells were gone, but apparently cats are creatures of habit and Aidan just picked up where he left off.

I feel like this makes me out to be some kind of awful basement-dwelling gremlin who can’t keep anything clean. And in a way I suppose it does, since in our society, cleanliness is a mark of how “good” you are. And since I’m not “good” enough, I’m being kicked out. It doesn’t matter that I actually physically have almost no sense of smell and that I’m exhausted all the time and that even maintaining a regular job is something I have difficulty considering. As far as anyone else is concerned, I am not a capable human being. Because I’m not! I have a fucking disability.

Unfortunately, I have no documentation for said disability. I have no medication, no diagnosis, no doctor’s word. Not that anyone cares about mental disabilities anyway.

So all this means I have to find a new place to live -- which, at least is through the end of May, for some reason I thought I only had until the end of April and I’m glad I doublechecked. I want to find something more house like, if not an actual house, so that if Aidan starts this crap again I at least won’t have neighbors complaining about the smell. I’m finally looking for a job because it only literally just occurred to me to look for something simple like remote data entry. I’m not going to bother trying to take action against this place, because I just don’t have the energy. I’ve loved living here; it literally bettered my whole life to have a washer and dryer to myself and a dishwasher so all the dirty stuff wasn’t just piling up forever. I know now that I need those things to function. But it’s time to move on so I guess I’m moving on. I’m past panic mode and now I’m just trying to gather resources and find somewhere I can live.

This is why I revived my commissions post, btw, for all the good that did. Thanks to everyone who reblogged it. Wish me luck finding a new place.