#dogs SHOULD sleep a lot they should sleep through the night and as well most of the day

[hazard-and-friends]

my pure herdy dog is experimenting with exactly how flat she can get and the herding mix is nesting in all of his blankets we are not the same

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddie-week.

All Hours

Day #1 - Prompt: Secret Relationship | Word Count: 1125 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Steve | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Steve & Wayne

Steve parks outside of the trailer park and walks in. Careful to avoid the streetlights and the corners where there are known yapping dogs.

He approaches Eddie's window on the back side of the new trailer, and moves to push open the screen, to let himself inside without waking up Eddie, or Wayne. He just hikes his foot up into the sill when he's startled. 

"We do have a front door, you know," comes the lazy drawl, and Steve nearly jumps out of his skin, heart hammering wildly in his chest. He tries to suck in a breath, gripping the edge of the window frame, finally looking over at Wayne as he sits on the back steps, cigarette burning between his fingers.

"I'm sorry," Steve says, taking a step back from the house, pulling the window closed, putting some distance between himself and the room where Eddie is surely sleeping.

Eddie sleeps all the time these days. The doctors swear it's just part of his healing process, the recovery, but Steve still worries. All the time. Everyday. It's impossible not to. Eddie's healed so slowly, after being so close to death, that Steve's terrified he'll never fully recover.

"C'mere, kid," Wayne says, and pats the step beside him. 

Steve goes, but is a little wary. Wayne and him haven't really spent that much time together, they were just ships passing in the night while Eddie was in the hospital. Each taking their turn, and then handing the baton off to the other.

Steve sits down, and folds his hands in his lap.

"I know you've been sneaking in and out of his window during all hours of the day and night, for, well, months now," Wayne says, just barely above a murmur. 

"I'm sorry. I just worry about him," Steve says, and that's the truth. Most of it, anyway. 

There have been a couple quick, tentative kisses, but that's it. Eddie isn't strong enough for anything else, definitely nothing as tawdry as Wayne seems to be implying. It's pretty innocent, this thing they've got going. 

Steve's snuck in a lot of windows in his lifetime, but none compare to crawling over the sill of Eddie's window, and onto the chair Eddie now leaves there to ease Steve's entrance. None have been as chaste as this either. Steve's never spent months pursuing someone, hell, loving someone, that he didn't win over.

Even Robin, he counts as a win. It's platonic love, for sure, but he worked his Harrington charm on her, and got her to love him.

"I know you worry, but we have a front door. You're welcome to use it. Day or night," Wayne says, low and almost too soft to hear, even in the still of the night.

"Oh," Steve says, like this hadn't been something he'd ever considered, and honestly, it hasn't been, "okay."

"Okay," Wayne agrees, and he digs in his shirt pocket and fishes out a single key on a ring. "Here. So I can lock it. I worry about him, about someone coming after him again. And I wanted to put better locks on all the windows, but Eddie protested. Any idea why?" Wayne asks, and it's playful, in a very dry way.

Steve laughs, reaching out and taking the key, closing his hand around it, tight.

"Okay, I'll come through the door."

"Thank you," Wayne says.

"And I'll help with the window locks. If you want," Steve offers, and Wayne nods, like he's accepting this offer.

Now, Steve isn't sure if he should get up and leave, or keep sitting, or what. He stays.

"I don't care, you know," Wayne finally says.

"Don't care?" Steve questions, wanting him to clarify. 

"If you boys are more than friends," Wayne says, and Steve hadn't expected it.

"Oh," Steve breathes out.

"He's my boy, and I want him to be happy. Whatever that means for him," Wayne explains and Steve suddenly feels like his eyes are burning.

He wishes his dad would be as invested in his happiness as Wayne clearly is about Eddie's.

"Thank you," Steve says, "it's…nothing, not really. We're just friends."

Wayne turns to look at him, and grins, "If you say so."

Steve feels like he's lying, even if he isn't. Not really.

"But we could be more than that, maybe, someday. When he's feeling better. Maybe, if he's interested in that," Steve rambles.

Wayne smiles, takes a deep drag on his cigarette, and blows it up into the night sky, "Oh, he's definitely interested. Steve Harrington this, Steve Harrington that. Let me tell you. I've heard your name more in the past few months than I've heard my own."

Steve laughs at that, unexpected and far too loud, and it doesn't take long before Eddie's bedroom window is being shoved open, his head popping out. His hair is a mess, tangled and frizzy, but he's on his feet, and that's a damn good look on him.

It's a beautiful sight. But he always is.

"What? Are you two having fun without me?" Eddie asks, like he's not at all surprised to see them together. Like this whole sneaking through the window thing wasn't a top secret operation.

Was it not a secret?

Steve turns back towards Wayne, "How long have you known I was coming through the window?"

"Since the first night," Wayne admits, "I heard you floundering in, and came to the door to check on him, but I heard Eddie laughing, so I knew he was okay. I asked him in the morning who was making such a racket, and he said it was you."

Steve laughs at himself, apparently he was trying to be stealthy for Eddie's benefit, but they weren't on the same page.

"C'mon in, Harrington. Henderson brought over some new tapes earlier," Eddie says, and Steve stands.

Wayne nods his head towards the back door, "It's unlocked. But your key will work there, too."

And Steve pulls it open, heading towards Eddie's room. Eddie is back in bed, propped up, remote in hand for the VCR Steve had set up in Eddie's room months ago, thinking they'd get better use out of it here, than Steve would at home, these days.

Steve settles next to him, "What do we got tonight?"

"Back to the Future, have you seen it?" Eddie asks.

"Only while very drugged by the Russians," Steve admits, "it'll be nice to see it again."

Steve's sure there's no chance Eddie will stay awake for an entire movie, but he'll be happy to sit with him, no matter what.

"You're so weird, Harrington," Eddie says, but it sounds affectionate, and Steve will take it, as Eddie leans his head on Steve's shoulder.

"Yeah, well. Back at ya, Munson."

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[the-summ0ning]

Sleep Token HC: being in a relationship with III

NSFW elements, fluffy ideas that have been ruminating in my head the past couple weeks… to the point I abandoned my main blog to create a side blog for my fav masked men

Easily having scary dog privileges w iii as your man w the slasher-esque aesthetic about him

But we all know that’s not the case

III the bf you lets you play with his rings on his hands when your anxious

Playing with his hair all. the. time! I’m talking twirling the ends, head scratchies, all of it! He hated how much it had an affect on him

He could be going on a tangent laying his head in your lap on the couch after a long day, and he’d instantly shut up melting into your touch once you started playing with his hair!

III the bf who’s love languages involved gift giving, and physical touch

would most likely buy you the most cheesiest, corniest, tourist of tourist souvenirs from each city he went to just to show you how much he thinks of you and misses you. Even if your apartment is overflowing with his little treasures and you had to invest in an a P.O. Box

Receiving ‘Daddy’s Little Meatball’ and ‘I love ___’ shirts all the time, snowglobes, and hats (you definitely got a cheesehead hat when they played in Wisconsin and a cowboy hat with feathers and a tiara when they were in Texas)

Sending you postcards with the most embarrassing, filthiest things written on them like the post men wouldn’t see it

Including but not limited to

‘Hi love, here Down Under thinking when I can I be down under you :( ”

“Visited one of the 7 wonders of the world today, you should be the 8th ;)”

“Can’t wait to show you my Big Ben again <3”

The most fashionable one of the members, every show you attend, he would try to coordinate your two outfits.

Including hairstyles… matching space buns or french braids?!? Are you kidding me?? Or even matching hair colors once in a while??

Speaking of hair, you would have to help him dye his hair, or shave his undercut late at night in the bathroom. Vice versa if you wanted the same color. Indulging on your favorite beverage or a little joint, giggling every time you would get a speck of dark/bright dye on each other. Or jokingly act like you buzzed too much hair to rile him up

He also solely has a folder on his phone dedicated to pictures (including a lot of candid off guards of just you two in your own little world backstage) taken by Adam and crew members of the two of you matching/coordinating

His phone background is of you sitting criss cross on a large equipment case looking down at him leaning against it trying to tune his bass, but his head is leaned back gazing up at you through his mask instead… both with space buns in your hair

Since your relationship couldn’t be public and be blaring obvious to most people you knew, III would get you two permanent bracelets. Yours would have a tiny ‘iii’ on it and his would have a tiny initial of your first name.

Even though he would have to profusely clean it after shows from the red body paint. It was something he was willing to do to carry this cheeky secret.

And somewhere in his favorites folder of his phone he has a picture of your tinier hand trying to wrap around his cock with the dainty chain hung displaying ‘iii’ clearly around your wrist

And ofc a pic of you two facing a mirror with his hand wrapped around your neck displaying your initial proudly on his

Which leads me into

He definitely has a size kink in all different types of aspects

Him loving the fact he was so significantly taller than you (lets face it he’s a a long fuckin string bean), and letting it be known

It always (not so) subtly came out

In his pet names for you: doll, bunny, kitten–anything small and cutesy really…even if they became so unserious or cringe

When he would just casually walk by you, and ruffling your hair calling you ‘squirt’, making you roll your eyes and scoff. (The other band members may have started to do this as well bc of III)

His adrenaline still rushing after a show, great rehearsal, or recording session barreling over to you to give you a bear hug, lifting you off the floor swinging you around profusely

you would be doing something or talking to someone, he’d catch you off guard by coming up behind you resting his chin on the top of your head, giving your shoulders a light squeeze or massage

Watching you struggle for something on a higher shelf, and waiting until you would almost give up in defeat to come up behind you making sure to press his body against the back of you as he did so to leave you flustered

Despite him being a giant, and perfect big spoon material–he wants to be lil spoon most times.

Loving your arms around his waist, feeling the soft heave of your chest pressed against his back as you slept, providing the comfort and peace he needed after a day in his busy life

He’d be in a drunken/high haze and when it would be just the two of you, he would compare his hand to yours always, smiling lazily over at you adoringly

Admire how his hand practically encapsulated the expanse of your throat when you were up against a wall or underneath him.

A small growl leaving his lips, when he tried to fit inside you loving how you squeeze him

“Fuck doll, are you gonna be able to take all of me?” He hisses, pushing your legs further apart

Or watching how’d you have to use two hands and barely fitting him into your palms when you gave him a hand job

“Baby you’re squeezing me so good.” He tries his best to not let his eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you struggle to jerk him

In conclusion, I need this man biblically.. and I got carried away and could have kept going if you guys want me to keep going I can 🤭🥹 I do plan on doing one for the others too. Reblogs, likes, and replies are always appreciated and fuels my validation

[gatorbites-imagines]

Knock knock, whos there?

A reader who's very sad at how empty the Ftm Reader X Jason Todd tag is.

Can we get something sweet between the two of em? Maybe just something depicting a slow morning? Thank you if so, <3 Im longing for more food.

-🐊🪶

Jason Todd x FTM reader

Headcanons

Im basing the readers experiences off of myself, so it may not fit all trans readers and what they’ve gone through. I also gave them pet cats, because I love cats. The reader being trans doesn’t fill much of this, since it doesn’t effect their relationship a lot, but I hope you still like it.

On days where there we no plans, no druglord word, no Red Hood or batfam work, and you had time off from your job or classes, Jason and you liked to take it slow.

The two cats Jason had found on patrol one night laying splayed out on the bed like they owned the place. One was a very large tomcat with big puffy cheeks, even after being neutered, the second cat was smaller, scrawnier but so very long. They had smartly been named Tomcat and Longcat by Jason.

On days where you two liked to sleep in, you could find yourselves being awoken by the beautiful sound of Longcat yowling like was dying, because neither of you had filled their bowls on time. Tomcat was a big baby, but liked you more than Jason, so the moment Jason gets up to feed Longcat his spot is stolen.

Since he’s already up and his spot had been stolen by a cat the size of a medium sized dog, Jason just decides to start going about his day. He ends up finding outfits for you two for the day, and if you wear a binder hell ask if you want to wear one today or not.

Your handsome partner always gives you a kiss before leaving the bedroom, Tomcat tries to get in the way though. It just results in Jason giving Tomcat a bit smooch too, which the cat just wags his tail at.

You’ll keep lying in bed for maybe another 15 minutes, just snuggling with Tomcat and listening to the sound of Jason taking his shower and brushing his teeth, sometimes at the same time. Longcat is meowing the entire time of course, thinking that Jason is drowning.

You let Jason finish up before getting up, tucking Tomcat in after getting up as you should, before going about your own routine. After your shower you stand and airdry for a while if you have to put on a binder, since you can’t pull those on with damp skin.

This is where youll stand half asleep and brush your teeth, Tomcat and Longcat both watching you, one from the tub and one from on top of the toilet. Its also where Jason likes to come up behind you and just hug you as he buries his face into your neck for a bit.

The morning hug and kiss is needed for his day to go well, that’s what Jason says anyways. If he doesn’t get a kiss from you then his whole day is doomed to go badly in one way or another.

He makes sure to hug you before you apply your T gel if you use that, since he knows he isn’t allowed to touch you after applying it. Hes also an expert at helping you inject T if you need it, and you do it from home. Or if your injection point is still aching from your last injection, then Jason is your guy in making it feel better.

If you’re a breakfast person you two will go into the kitchen to make something. On days like this, Jason can be tempted to make a bigger for complicated breakfast. Most days breakfast is an easy and quick affair though.

Longcat is of course still meowing for treats, acting like he hasn’t been fed and like hes still a streetcat living on scraps. Tomcat is just your big hovering shadow, watching from the doorway into the kitchen with his tail neatly curled around his front paws.

You two end up just eating breakfast on the couch as you watch whatever you two can find, though its most likely a comfort show or movie, something you two have watched many times before.

Jason takes the empty bowls or plates into the kitchen before coming back, so you two can cuddle some more as you’re both still quite tired after Longcats very loud awakening.

Jason never minds what you wear or how you wear it, as long as youre comfortable, so you being trans doesn’t really make any difference in your guy’s mornings together. Just what Jason finds for you to wear, and if your hormone treatment makes any differences.

It’s very hard not to fall back asleep on the couch, especially as Jason pulls you to his chest and wraps a blanket around you both.

Tomcat and Longcat obviously quickly join you, both of the cats curling up in whatever nook and cranny they can find and purring up a storm, making both you and Jason more and more sleepy.

You both don’t mind that you fall back asleep on the couch together, since there’s nothing planned for the day, and what’s playing on the tv is something you both know front to back. It just feels nice to be able to let go and drift off again together, even if it’s not in bed.

[blueninjablade3]

1953 Captain Hook romantic headcanons

This was requested by an Anon! Lots of love to them now let’s get this rolling!

Okay to kick this off Hook is a GENTLEMAN. His mama instilled good manners, a healthy respect for people, and a few morals… okay it's only like don't break a promise but she did her best!

Hook will not hesitate to use all the gentlemen's moves. He’ll open doors for you (yes even if you're a male.), refer to you how you wish to be referred to, and won’t push boundaries! (Score!)

Hook is the suave clumsy type. One minute he’ll be sweet-talking the hell out of you then the next he's running into a door frame. It's adorable in your opinion but he's mortified. He was supposed to be suave. Not an uncoordinated fool! (Poor insecure boy :<)

Like I said in Affection Headcanons with Hook, Frollo, and Jafar (which you should definitely go read ;) If you are interested the link is in my master list at the bottom), You and Smee are the only people who can really calm James down. He thrives on angry cuddles.

Hook loves taking you on really nice dates! Well as nice of dates as he can take you on. He’ll fish for a good fish to cook up for you (if he catches a cod fish I BEG you to tease him about him being a cod fish). He’ll break out the nice cutlery for you!

Depending on the day he’s either gonna be the big spoon or the little spoon. You just need to roll with it. If Pan has been a big problem that day and he’s at his wits end he's a little spoon. You should run your fingers through his hair and tell him how great he is. Now if he’d not had a horrible day and he isn’t in need of reassurance he's a big spoon. He likes feeling tough.

Hook adores slow dancing! He’d love to teach you! I feel like his mother taught him and he just loved the memory of it.

Hook also loves playing you the piano and singing with you as he plays. He’ll sit with you for hours while you listen to him play. The way you look at him with such whimsy while he plays makes him weak in the knees.

Hook is an extremely light sleeper however is still a massive cuddler. He’ll wake up at 1 in the morning because you shifted a bit and give you the most lovesick puppy eyes you've ever seen before going back to sleep. Bonus points if he wakes up to you playing with his hair!

Hook isn't the biggest fan of receiving pet names but he ADORES giving you pet names. I went over what pet names Hook gives you in Affection Headcanons as well! But for those of you who need a recap, it's Honey, Darling, his pearl, his treasure, his beloved, and his diamond. However, for him, it's really limited to darling, love, and then bedroom names if you’re into that.

He also has a lot of treasure from his many years of piracy. He loves spoiling you with it! He thinks you deserve it for putting up with a worthless dog like him (poor baby :( )

He is extremely insecure after years of humiliation by Pan and is so scared you’ll leave him. It keeps him up at night. Those are nights he holds you tighter than usual. It’s such a scary thought to him.

I feel like Smee has to shoo of the Croc while you comfort Hook. You’re the only way he’ll come down from the crows nest. Even then sometimes you have to pay off a crew member to “hit on you” so Hook will come down.

Speaking of which, due to his insecurity he has a terrible jealous streak. If he even thinks someone is flirting it’s ON SIGHT. It’s his love… he doesn't share. Luckily he’s not a “you’re mine and mine alone type,” he’s like a dog with food guarding problems. He’s not too worried till he thinks there’s a threat to his food.

When Hook proposes he is a ball of nerves. Poor Smee. The Cap’n had him shave him clean, help him with the speech and he had Smee find your ring size! Mr. Smee was happy to help.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Hook went through the effort to make your ring himself. However, he also has a large sum of rings over the years one's bound to fit you. Hopefully.

I think Hook proposes in private, on the beach, at sunset. He was stammering worse than when he first asked you out but in the end it was worth it. His speech was meaningful (and a little funny) however it was perfect.

Hook is also your guard dog. He teaches you how to shoot a flintlock, how to fence and basic hand to hand. It helps him feel safe knowing you know how to fight and it doubles as time spent together.

To finish off these headcanons I’m gonna say Hook is a very interesting boyfriend to have. However, you can in good confidence say he loves you and you love him ❤️

Masterlist

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA because my puppy was destructive and did a lot of damage?

I have a five month old puppy. Since she was five months old I have used a Pet Sitter as she is a puppy and cannot be left unattended. She’s completed puppy training and I’m working through an intermediate obedience class. I’ve lent the Pet Sitter the training manual in the past, so she knows the puppy’s commands and what we are working on.

My partner and I a week off from work so we decided to travel Tuesday - Thursday and Saturday - Sunday. I picked the puppy up Thursday night and brought her back to the Pet Sitter on Saturday afternoon.

On Thursday when I picked up the puppy the Pet Sitter remarked that she didn’t know how I kept a puppy in my apartment without a yard. That the puppy had been running around since 4 am and never got tired. I explained that I walk her and mostly tire her out with mental exercises like training.

The puppy slept most of the day Friday and wasn’t interested in getting up for anything, even food. She seemed completely exhausted and I was worried that the Pet Sitter had overdone it with her. When I dropped her off Saturday I told the Pet Sitter about how tired she’d been but the Pet Sitter didn’t seem concerned.

On Sunday morning the Pet Sitter texted me about how much the puppy loved running around outside in the rain and that she thought the puppy would love to live on a farm.

Sunday afternoon, she texted me saying that my puppy had destroyed her garden. “Hi can you have your roommate come and get the dog? I cannot keep the puppy out of the garden or stop her from destroying the yard.”

By roommate she meant my partner who was with me on vacation out of town. At the time she sent this text my cell phone did not have service and I received this text as well as the others about fifteen ministers later. She sent me pictures of the destroyed garden and a text.

“She literally has chewed up part of the little fence I had around the garden.”

She then sent me several pictures of pictures of my puppy actively chewing on the little fence thing. I felt frustrated that she took pictures rather than telling her to leave it.

She said the damage happened “within 5 minutes it took me to go to the bathroom. She needs a giant farm with cattle or sheep to heard.”

And asked how soon I could pick up the dog. I said we were leaving right away but it was a three hour drive (which ended up being longer due to storms and traffic).

When I got there to pick up the dog she wanted to show me all the damage the dog did and said she left it there like it was so she could show me. I declined because I was scheduled to meet with my puppy’s trainer.

She said she knows it’s not technically my fault but I need to understand she will never watch my puppy again and does not think the puppy is suitable to live in a city and should be on a farm.

I met with my trainer and showed her the texts and pictures and she said that digging and chewing was likely a boredom response. She’s never caused much destruction at my place aside from occasionally chewing things she shouldn’t chew when I wasn’t looking which resulted in me telling her to leave it when I noticed.

I never leave her unattended around the house. She’s kennel trained and if I have to leave her alone even to go to sleep she is in her kennel.

I had no idea she’d destroy the garden, but I also didn’t know the pet sitter had a garden or that she it wasn’t secured in a way to keep dogs out or that she’d leave my puppy unattended.

I’m not sure what how I could have managed the puppy’s behavior since I was not there and hadn’t been there since the day before. I assumed the Pet Sitter knew how to look after puppies since she looks after puppies, and agreed to look after mine and had done so repeatedly.

But I feel guilty about all the damage. The Pet Sitter said she’d done hundreds of dollars of damage to the garden and gotten her into trouble with her landlady for damage done to the yard and vines on the wall.

The Pet Sitter was always really nice. She has everyone call her aunty and called the puppy our baby. She sent puppy home with new toys and gave us a giant gift bag after watching her on Christmas with a new leash and snuffle mats and toys. I’m really sorry the damage happened but I’m not sure what I could have done differently.

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What are these acronyms?

[hyperfixat]

Yandere Lucifer (the brothers are also here and in love but we aren’t terribly focused on them.) ABSOLUTELY NOT BETA READ ‼️

more under cut :p .. ~2.2k words

pt2

Lucifer who lets you in his office, on the clause that you don’t cause trouble or make too much noise. He lets you sit on the carpet, the hardwood floors, the chairs near the fireplace, and even the spot across from him. Such a powerful demon, with a weak spot for you.

So much goes into keeping you alive, even in the comfort of his office, he has to make sure he’s using enough magical energy to dampen and absorb curses from any vinyls he has spinning, so as to not melt your tiny human brain. He has to make sure you have water, keep the room at an adequate temperature, make sure he provides you with human safe snacks, but he can’t bring himself to mind.

Your presence calms the ache in his soul, his head, and his heart.

He’s so far gone into the pits of love, that he’d kill, torture, and slay for you. Even on a whim. Sure he had a pact with you, but you wouldn’t need to use it, he’d follow you wherever. A loyal dog is the Morningstar.

And you, you don’t even seem to realize the effect you have on him, his brothers, those worthy to be around you. It’s maddening, your naïvety. So many demons, hungry for your flesh and soul, but you just.

Everything about you drives him further into love, borderline obsession. You’re perfect. He barely has to do a thing and you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky. (He did create a few of them, but still). Don’t you understand he’d give you the world? Anything for you…

His fountain pen scratches away at the endless pile of documents on his desk. It never ends. Diavolo wants this, RAD needs that, there's another suit being filed against Mammon… it won’t end. It’s well into the evening, perhaps eleven pm, and you should be asleep by now, but he longs for you to pay him a visit.

He could take a break, a tiny one, head down to your room, where you would surely be, tucked into your bed with one (or more) of his brothers snoring on top of you.

A sigh rips through him.

No, he should just get this work done, then he can rest (hopefully) and see you in a few hours at breakfast.

Mammon, a pest, a loveable pest, but still a pest, had hidden away two weeks worth of bills, ie a lot. Lucifer will not be getting sleep tonight.

“Ah, forgive me,” Lucifer says as he yawns. “I’m afraid I had a rather long night.”

Lucifer, third most powerful denizen of the Devildom, holds a lot of power. At times it has frightened you, how close his slips in emotional control have led you far too near your grave. But more often than not it lulls you into safety.

Your first year in the Devildom, your relationship with Lucifer was quite rocky, seeing as your insubordination was not welcomed, and you pried apart doors that should not be opened, but he managed to fall for you anyway. All your silly, human flaws and quirks melt into oblivion in Pride’s gaze.

It slipped beyond his notice as to when his attachment to you went too far. Lucifer won’t complain, can’t bring himself to even care that he’s so deeply infatuated with you. You do so much for him, his family.

The night you formed your pact and the time spent after, holding you close, keeping your small human body up against his own. It burned a permanent spot in his memory, a figure as large and grand as the Taj Mahal.

Lucifer is far from dumb, his brothers fell for you far before he did, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Satan, he can’t pin down where Belphegor grew to love you, but it’s clear he does.

“Is there anything I can help with?” And there it is. You’re so heart achingly kind, to him, to demons. A smile graces his face before falling.

“No, thank you, little one. I appreciate the offer. I should finish up in an hour or so.”

You hum thoughtfully and press a kiss into his hair. “Goodnight, Lucy. Sleep well.”

And how can he not, with you snuggled into his bed, safe. It will always give him an easy rest when you’re with him, because no harm can fall upon you as long as Lucifer is there.

And so, as another year comes to a close and your term at RAD comes to an end, he realizes that he wouldn’t live if he let you go. He needs you to breathe, to function.

It’s silly, more than a little silly, but the ache in his chest that caves deeper and deeper every mommy you’re away will collapse if he can’t hold you, can’t kiss you goodnight, can’t taste the horribly bitter coffee you brew. The Avatar of Pride needs you to feel whole.

The Demon Brothers (New) (7)

Lucifer: Everyone, come to my office after today’s classes end, important discussion.

Mammon: Everyone?!

Levi: Are we in trouble?

Levi: 😨

Asmo: Group Orgy?!!? ☺️

Lucifer: No. It concerns MC, by the way. So tardiness is not acceptable.

Belphie: Are they okay?

Levi: asmo stfu

Beel: Did something happen?

Mammon: 😮

Lucifer: No.

— end discussion.

“We all care deeply for MC. And with your help I have a plan to let them stay with us forever.”

Lucifer does what he does best, justifies his actions. Clearly Mammon keeps his spending under control much better with you around, and Asmodeus won’t bring unsolicited visitors into the House of Lamentation anymore. Satan’s never been harder to deal with than when you’re away, so really, he needs to keep you around. They need to keep you around.

Lucifer doesn’t keep many secrets from Lord Diavolo. This situation is complicated. Diavolo won’t want the Celestial Realm to see you as a hostage, that’d be an act of war, no doubt. But. Lucifer is confident in his brothers and his ability to convince you to stay.

Keeping you under the radar, away from the Prince, will be hard. Harder than locking Belphie away, because his brother knew he was a prisoner. He doesn’t want you to feel like you don’t have a choice.

It isn’t the first time Lucifer discovered a brother with blood stained clothes and a feral look in their eyes. The frequency of these discoveries have increased exponentially. Mammon and Satan were the obvious offenders, but each and everyone of them have sulked home after a kill since MC has arrived.

It’s an odd sense of vigilantism. In a way. Anyone who dares look at you wrong could face the force of an Avatar.

If they were anyone but the Avatars that they are, surely they’d be prison bound, but being powerful and near worshiped has its perks.

The picture in front of him paints him thick with panic, and anxiety. Mammon is covered in blood. The fear isn’t for his brother, it’s for you. You’ve seen them with evidence of their true nature, humans don’t like that.

Mammon’s ruined everything, but a bitter strike of envy runs through Lucifer when he realizes what you’re doing. Cleaning him up, placing a cutesy human bandage on the single scratch Mammon obtained in his fit.

Lucifer bristles quietly.

“What is this?” His voice makes both of you jump, and you gasp quietly.

“Uh, I, uhm, I fell.” Mammon makes a poor excuse as he takes you into his wingspan protectively. You stumble into his younger brother’s chest and he scoffs.

“Sure.” Lucifer bites sarcastically. “MC, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.” He knows he has you cornered and the smug look on his face proves it. When you hesitate and look to Mammon, he quirks an eyebrow.

“He, uh,” you look back at Mammon. “Hhgh. I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Mammon.” Lucifer harshly directs his emotions.

“Agh, they’ve been cleaning me up when I go out, I didn’t mean for them to know, big bro! They just kinda saw me all bloody and started doing it, this.”

“He told me you’d be upset if you knew I saw him like this, but I don’t mind! I like taking care of your brothers.”

Lucifer watches you fiddle with the bandage wrapper in your hands and then at Mammon, holding you at the waist, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Do you even know what he was doing? What any of us do when we go out to return bloodied?” Lucifer raises himself high, a sharp glare in your direction. Even when you flinch slightly he doesn’t back down despite the ache of hurt he feels for your little human heart.

“Uh, I figured it wasn’t my place to ask.”

It takes Lucifer a moment to nod and dismiss himself with a simple, “very well.”

Lucifer

Lucifer: I am not upset with you, MC. I am upset that my brother has been taking advantage of your kindness.

Lucifer: You do know they’ve been killing humans and demons alike? All of them.

Lucifer: Don’t fret, you’ll always be safe with me.

MC: demons’ll be demons i suppose

MC: as long as i’m not the one dying 🤞

Lucifer: 🤨

First it was Mammon, then it was Belphie, then Asmo; Satan, Beelzebub, and Leviathan. He didn’t need you to take care of him, of course not. Lucifer aches for his touch, a traitor to his pride, he wants you to pepper him with kisses and your cute band aids.

It’s rare Lucifer actually makes a kill, mostly because no one dares cross him or speak ill of his family while his ears may hear. A foolish middle class demon let slip a confession of his attraction to you while Lucifer passed.

Logically he knows that is an unreasonable reason to murder, but the part of his mind and soul filled with love infatuation desire wont listen to reason. Ice spikes his heart. No demon, angel, nor human should harbor such feelings for you. They will never live up to what he holds for you, what he could give to you.

And so, venom in his body, Lucifer strikes from shadow, a clean kill, not much to it. Then the memories of you patching his brothers flashes through his mind, and ugh, he knows he could get your undivided attention if he messes himself up just a little.

When you find him, bloodied, uniform absolutely darkened with drying blood, at your bedroom door, your jaw drops.

Finally, he gets the pleasure, the reward of your hands cleaning his face, his uniform, tending to him. It was worth the wait, the effort, the time. Perhaps he should find himself bloodied more often if it means having you like this.

While your soft human hands clean his face and freshly unbuttoned shirt he decides to tell you what he’s done. You deserve to know, and a part of him hopes you’ll be thankful. Although there is always the chance reality will sink into your mortal mind and you’ll realize what a monster the Morningstar truly is.

He hopes the latter doesn’t happen, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

As you place the final tiny kitten bandage on his face, and before you think fully about it, you press a gentle peck against his lips.

“Hm? Do you like seeing me kill for you?” He smiles against your lips and his hot breath leaks into your own. “You like having the Avatar of Pride avenge you?”

An embarrassing noise escapes you as Lucifer pulls away from your lips to kiss your hairline.

“There isn’t a thing in all the realms I wouldn’t do for you, you know that?”

You exhale against his chest, before breathing him in.

“Thank you, Lucifer.”

A low purring, perhaps growling, revs itself in his throat. Lucifer loves his little human, but he doesn’t like sharing them. If he proves himself better than his brothers, they’ll be all his. But their heart is so big, perhaps he’ll have to settle for being the favorite. The best.

He noses along the hollow of your neck, breathing you in, “I love you.” Lucifer feels the way your heart flutters beneath your skin and he’s near delirious with the scent of you filling his lungs.

You, you, you; your hands on his chest, his face, so gentle with him as if he is the fragile one. He’s possessed with the desire to claim you, to bite and mark you for his brothers to see that he is the right one for you, he is your favorite, your proper suitor.

Teeth strong enough to snap steel, ghost around your jugular and draw in a sharp gasp from you. But he refrains from blemishing your precious human skin. When his head is clearer (if it ever will be clearer around you), he’ll mark you so, so carefully.

Your hands tangling into the roots of his hair brings him back into the moment, and he reaches his head back to capture your lips. Yes, he’ll just have to do this again.

[belokhvostikova]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing and smoking.

It was Steve Harrington’s twenty-ninth big birthday palooza.

Well, at least that’s what the giant, colorful banner called it, that hung across the foyer of his home. That’s what happens when Dustin Henderson plans your party. But the kid—who was beyond the definition of a kid now—had told Steve he had no right to complain about it being childish. Steve did shoot down the first option of “Big Birthday Bash,” terribly unaware that palooza was the next best thing for Henderson.

Had he known, he surely would have stuck with the first option.

Steve was correct, though. The banner was childish, and it had garnered all the fascination from the mini Munson that walked in with a gaping mouth of pure awe at the bright sign. At the very least, the actual kid would enjoy it.

And “palooza” was really selling it out. It was merely a group of adult friends simply hanging out like old times. Only the new addition was the three-year-old hanging off your leg, who adorably looked a lot like your husband.

Not fair. You did most of the work.

But it was worth it, staring into those baby cow eyes every time you crouched down to your kid. And once you stood up, you’d find them again from Eddie Munson, himself, who peered at you lovingly.

Of course, you had to show off your baby and bring him to the party. He was already a crowd favorite. Being the first baby born into Hawkins’ infamous clan of misfits gave you that right. And they all loved that tiny Munson.

Especially after that “Happy Birtday, Uncle Steeb!” It was enough to make icebergs melt.

And having a child at an adult hangout wasn’t all bad. Keeping the beers separated from the juice boxes, and having a yard big enough for the child to run was sufficient enough. Bonus points for Steve Harrington’s dog, Rufus, who took up all your kid’s attention.

By the end of the night, the group had naturally separated into two; the men left smoking outside, while the women conversed in the comfort of the living room. This had come after the cake celebration. Once the candles were blown out, Steve had joked that he wished to keep all his hair throughout his thirties. In reality, he’d wished to start a family as loving as the one his friend had.

He would end up confiding this to Eddie during the relaxed smoking session. That he wanted the whole package; a wife and kid. In fact, he dreamed of having many of them. Eddie blew out the smoke from his cigarette and smiled. “It’s the greatest fucking feeling ever, man.”

Because when Eddie looked back through the glass doors of the patio, he saw you. Sitting and chatting, beautiful as ever. But the cherry on top was seeing his tiny kid straddling your lap. His curly head of hair buried into your neck calmly asleep, as Eddie’s leather jacket draped over as a comforting blanket.

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” Eddie beamed, as he stomped out his cigarette.

One day Steve would get that. Whether it was with the pretty lady he was currently seeing or a future soulmate, he’d get that.

Eddie had walked in, strutting over to the quarter of cake that was left after everyone had gotten a slice. Not you, though. You were busy cheering on Steve from the couch, as your baby used your chest as a bed. Cutting a slice, and plonking it onto a paper plate, Eddie meandered his way next to you on the couch.

“You deserve a piece.” He forked a triple chocolate portion into your mouth, where he smiled, as your face contorted into delight. “Good?” He knew it was, he devoured two slices earlier. You could only hum with pleasure, before he leaned in and whispered. “Should we feed the monster?”

It was a risky move. One taste of sugar, and your three-year-old would turn into the Hulk. But it was a risk worth taking, your baby was too cute not to feed treats to.

Eddie managed to slowly insert a small piece between his tiny puckered lips, as he slept. And in true Munson fashion, your baby chewed in his sleep, eyes closed but mouth surely moving.

Then, those baby cow eyes tiredly opened at the sudden sweetness. “Choclat?”

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | I don’t know why I keep making Dad!Eddie blurbs. It’s an addiction that can’t be stopped.

[b0g-b0y]

Silent sorrows

This isn't exactly what you wanted but I hope you still like it! Requested @xweirdo101x

Depression is a key factor in this.

Sorry, I feel like this is really short...

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Simon's dark brown eyes held their gaze on his friend next to him, they looked tired.

Simon's gaze moved to the paper that his friend Y/n was shooting at not too long ago. The holes in the paper weren't centered but scattered. “ Your aim is going to shit…” Ghost said with his gruff voice. “ I know,” Y/n said as he got ready to shoot again. “ Think you need rest think you need it.” Ghost said as he watched his friend put down his gun to look at Ghost. Y/n gave a small smirk. “That's your way of telling me I look like shit?” Y/n asked. “ Bloody hell, Y/n if you looked like absolute dog shit I’d say so,” Ghost responded.

With a small sigh, Y/n left the shooting range he didn't need Ghost analyzing him well he worked. God, he wanted a drink.

Yeah sure Ghost was right Y/n was tired, tired of everything and nothing all at the same time.

Later that night Y/s sat on the side of his bed and held onto an empty pill bottle that he should have refiled a month ago, but he never did. The excuses ran through his head I’ll do it later, I'm too busy, and the pharmacy isn't open right now. All of those were just excuses he made.

He knew it was his fault that he was feeling this depressed again after all, all he needed to do was get a refill.” This is stupid,” Y/n mumbled to himself. He threw the empty pill bottle in the trash across the room and missed the shot as he watched the bright orange bottle roll pathetically on the floor.

It wasn't long before he was lying in bed he couldn't sleep not when he felt so hollow.

The following day Y/n couldn't get out of bed he sent Price a text saying he had food poisoning and probably wouldn't be able to work for today. Who knows what excuse he’d use next…

A quick reply from Price reading, get some rest and feel better soon.

Y/n put his phone down and sat up he felt sweaty and gross hell, just looking around at his room made him feel gross. The bedsheets haven't been in months, empty bottles of different drinks filled most of his trash can. Empty cups sat on his desk, his clothes barely in the laundry basket. His room was a big violation compared to the standard, if Price saw this he’d truly be upset but Ghost would be the one most unhappy.

Y/n and ghost were good friends, maybe on the verge of something more.

Something more would never happen in Y/n's eyes. Ghost has been thought a lot, the last thing he could picture is Ghost in a relationship with anyone.

Y/n and Ghost both had their problems but maybe that’s what made them feel so close.

Even as Y/n sat looking at his room his head was filled with not only his disappointment, but the disappointment he knew Ghost would hold for him.

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It didn’t take Ghost too long to notice the difference. Eventually Ghost found his way in the room y/n stayed in.

Ghosts large hand slowly rubbing y/ns back, scaring him slightly being woken up like that.” Hey Y/n, how are you feeling?” Ghost asked. As y/n replied with a small hum. “ Y/n need you fully with me, wake up fully “ Ghost said as softly as he could with someone with such a deep voice.

A few minutes later the two of them sat next to each other. “ Y/n you aren’t doing too hot are yeah. Don’t talk, just listen to me mate. I know you haven’t been taking your meds. I know sometimes you think you’re doing fine and then you stop taking your meds because you think you’re fine. But you need them… I need you, don’t want to lose you Y/n I know what it’s like to be fucked up. Call me selfish but i don’t want want to watch you getting fucked up too…” Ghost said. “ I know Ghost I know… it just gets hard sometimes and I just thought… I don't know what I thought.” Y/n said in defeat.” Doesn’t matter what matters is that you start taking care of yourself the best you can Y/n, we can work through it together yeah… we can work on getting through problems together.” Ghost said.

The two of them sat in silence just enjoying each other’s company. Knowing that they would be there for each other, in anyway they could no matter what type of dance they would have to play.

[jessicas-pi]

teenage rebellion AU incorrect quotes

Katka: *standing on a balcony and sneezes* Youngest Sister: *standing on the roof* Bless you. Katka: God?!

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Pooja: What did you kids get in your yearbook? Katka: 'Prettiest Smile' Luke: 'Nicest Personality' Sabine: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Leia: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

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Youngest Brother: They don’t make them like me no more. I’m the last of my kind. Youngest Sister: Thank god.

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Katka: You know what they say: you snooze you lose. And it looks like you snost and you lost.

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Youngest Brother: *sneaking in through his window* Vader: *turning in his chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night? Youngest Brother: I was with First Sister? First Sister: *turning in her chair* Wanna try again?

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Luke: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet? Sabine: Why? Luke: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Pooja. Sabine: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that. Luke: Sabine, you have opened my eyes.

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Youngest Sister: Ooh, somebody has a crush Youngest Brother: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Wren I just think she’s impressive, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about her. *Later that night* Youngest Brother, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Seventh Brother: "You look tired" well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease.

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Sabine: *sighs* Leia: You bored? Sabine: Yeah. Leia: Wanna start drama for no reason? Sabine: I thought you’d never ask.

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Youngest Brother, trying to flirt with Sabine: I think both of our families suck.

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Juno: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult. Sabine, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

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Katka: TIME SENSITIVE QUESTION HOW FLIRT BOY. Leia: Throw rocks at he. Luke: Hot Dogs. Sabine: Kill him. Katka: Thanks guys.

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Youngest Brother: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

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Katka: Sabine? I mixed Space Redbull with caf and now I can see sounds, should I worry? Sabine: Katka, I swear to the Manda—

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Youngest Brother: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. Youngest Sister: And you came to me?

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Katka: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL- Juno: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

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Youngest Sister: So, how long have you and Sabine been together? Youngest Brother: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Wren and I are not together. No. No. Youngest Sister: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

[marmolady]

Grandchildren: Beatriz

Summary: Endless Ending timeline. Middle-aged Taylor and Estela are entering a new phase of their life together, welcoming their grandchildren into the family. In four parts; this is PART THREE.

Word Count: 3496

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, ​@mauvecatfic @rhemenway888

Thanks for reading!

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2060

Taylor placed down a plate of cookies on the coffee table, and sat alongside her heavily pregnant daughter.

“I know it sucks for you to not be able to fix everything,” Liv said, looking up to her mother with a grateful smile, “but don’t think your tending to my cravings isn’t appreciated.”

Liv was some seven months along, her belly huge and rounded. Heavy bags under her eyes gave away her lack of sleep, the worrying that had kept her awake long into the night. Her unborn baby, a daughter, had long passed the danger period where a miscarriage was a high risk, but she would not truly relax before the infant was in her arms. After all, the last time… the baby had been four months along, she should have been okay…. Most days Liv felt she was barely functioning, even with all the support her family, and Jeimy, could offer.

“I’ve felt so awful,” Liv admitted. “I let the blonde fade out… I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean--?” Then Taylor realised. The blonde streak Liv had always dyed into her hair… making the point of having at least a bit of her look like the mom she had no biological link to. “God, Livi, you don’t have to keep doing your hair a certain way to prove our relationship to me!”

Liv winced. “See, I know that logically, but it’s not about logic, it’s about feeling. It’s been since I was so little, it feels like I’m throwing something away… something important.” She sniffed and looked away, lost in a dark place. Was there anyone she didn’t feel she’d let down?

“You’re carrying a lot, sweetheart. Let that one go.” She tenderly stroked her daughter’s short hair. “If it makes you happy, keep in the blonde, but do it for you, not out of any fear of hurting me. I’m secure in myself, and in my role as your mom… so take that load off, all right?”

“I’m just… finding it hard. Harder than I expected, which is stupid, I should’ve known I wasn’t ready for this….”

Taylor kept stroking her fingers through Liv’s hair. There was nothing she could say that would take away the fear, or the grief that still lingered.

“Some people believe,” she said quietly, “that the soul doesn’t fully attach itself to the body until the moment of birth. If the baby’s born sleeping, the soul waits for another little life. I don’t know if it might help… to imagine a piece of Avis might be with you and Beatriz now.”

Liv’s eyes grew wide and watery. “I want her with us,” she whispered. “More than anything.” She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “I feel… I feel guilty sometimes even just for being excited about Bea coming. And I feel guilty that I’ve got this far carrying Bea when Jeimy had to go through that loss….”

“Sweetheart,” Taylor said, clutching her daughter’s hand. “You both went through it. It’s different, but your grief is real. Jeimy loves you, and they love Bea.”

Liv wept and snuggled into her mom’s shoulder, taking comfort there until her tears slowed.

“Mom… there’s something else. I need to check you’re okay with something….”

“I’m listening.”

“Well,” Liv wiped her face, righting herself a little, so she could look her mother in the face and read her. “We’d really like to use ‘Estela’ as Bea’s middle name.”

“Beatriz Estela Montoya? That’s pretty. That’s really pretty, swetheart. You were worried I’d be hurt?”

“I know we named Andi after you, but ‘Andromeda’ isn’t your actual name….”

Taylor laughed, and kissed Liv’s head. “Is this to get out of naming a dog ‘Draco’? You silly goose, didn’t I just tell you I’m secure in what we’ve got? Bea’s name is beautiful.”

Liv breathed a little sigh of relief. “Thanks-- we really like it.”

“She’s going to be really touched.” Taylor stroked the side of Liv’s face, adoring her. She could be a worrywart, her girl, but with what life had thrown at her in recent years, Taylor couldn’t blame her. Through it all, Liv was strong and kind, giving more of herself than she probably should, but somehow retaining her joie-de-vivre, her sparkle, dulled though it was on the darkest of days. “I love you, Livi,” she said. “I love you so much.”

And she hugged her, willing herself to somehow lend strength and courage where her daughter needed it-- if only it were that simple.

“It’s going to be okay.”

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It was pointless to keep checking her phone-- the message and ring tones had been set to blaringly loud so nothing could possibly be missed-- but that didn’t stop Taylor.

“Who you talking to, Grandma?” Andi asked, peering over Taylor’s shoulder.

Taylor hastily put it beside her on the floor. “No one, no one! Promise.”

Young Sol belly-crawled along the rug towards his grandma, then put himself in her lap.

“Hey, kiddo-- don’t worry, you’ve got my attention.”

“How many hours does it take for a baby to be born? They’ve been at the hospital all day!”

“Well, it depends. Sometimes, a baby will be in a big hurry to get out and it can happen in a couple of hours. Sometimes… it could even be a couple of days.”

“Days!” the two kids said in unison. It always tickled both Taylor and Estela that the two had an almost twin-like connection, their births only two days apart and inseparable since. Andi had often said ‘we basically are twins’ and no one could convince her otherwise.

How would another child fit into this dynamic? From the early days, Andi had been fascinated by her unborn sibling, talking about her constantly, while Sol barely seemed to register that a mammoth change was afoot. Until now, with his mom and nanay in the hospital, and not coming back until they had a baby to bring home.

“But,” Taylor added quickly, “last time your mom had a baby it was only five hours after she got to the hospital that Andi was born, and usually it’s faster once the mom’s already had a baby.”

“So, baby Bea could be being born right now?” Andi asked, reaching for her grandma’s phone. “And then they’ll ring and tell us?”

“She could be. And yes, they will. We’re just going to have to be patient.”

Andi huffed out a frustrated exhale. “Being patient is so hard! I wish we knew what was happening.”

“I know, mija,” Estela said as she came into the room with a plate of cocadas-- just how her mom used to make them. “Trust me, we’re all going a little crazy waiting for news. It’s just something we’ve gotta deal with.”

A tasty treat easily placated the easy-going Sol, who hummed to himself as he chewed, still sat in Taylor’s lap. Andi, though, wolfed hers down in what felt like seconds, and went straight back to asking after her mom and nanay. It was a challenge and a half, Taylor had to admit, to entertain two five-year-olds when one was completely incapable of thinking about anything other than the imminent arrival themselves.

Estela gave her wife a look. An understanding, ‘it’s driving me crazy too’ look. An ‘I’m with you’ look.

“Solito,” Estela said, determined to be distracted from worrying, and to have the kids distracted from worrying, “go and grab some paper and pens-- we can make some ‘welcome home’ posters for baby Bea-- good practice for your writing.”

Sol jumped up immediately, almost clocking his grandma in the chin as he got to his feet as was his enthusiasm. Reading and writing was a new skill, and one he was mighty proud of. He ran off, and as was typical, Andi was not far behind him.

It was hard not to be brought back to the kids’ mom learning to read and write. Liv had started a bit earlier, keen as she’d been to keep up with the older Reggie-- with whom she was inseperable. Liv would forever play with her alphabet fridge magnets; she took them with her from La Huerta, to San Trobida, to the States. Estela didn’t have any regrets about that rather fast-changing period in her daughter’s life… they’d given what stability they could, but it had never been possible to have a single true ‘home’. For these kids, though, home was San Trobida, a vastly different place to that the young Liv had known, and for Estela, it was barely recognisable as the war-torn country she grew up in. For baby Beatriz as well, the civil war and the horrors that came with it would just be a story told by her abuela, and a history lesson as she went through her schooling, as distant and irrelevent as the 2020 pandemic and dial-up internet.

Good for her.

Then Estela perched herself on the edge of the couch, only half-relaxing, for she could need to spring to action at a moment’s notice.

As if it had been waiting for the kids to leave the room, Estela’s phone rang, and she was up on her feet in an instant.

“Jeimy?” she asked too loudly. You’re gonna have to calm down…. She put the phone on speaker, though Taylor was right up by her ear so it probably wasn’t even necessary.

“She’s here-- they’re both doing great!” Jeimy cried down the phone, almost garbled in their excitement.

“The baby’s here? The baby--” Of course, the baby. Estela just laughed as relief and flooded her body. “Congratulations, Lorito,” she managed to get out. “Oh my god….”

“Pretty much what I said!” Jeimy laughed, ecstatic. “Beatriz is here, and she’s just divine.”

“Oh, Jeimy,” Taylor said, “you know it’s torture I can’t send you a hug down the phone, right?”

But even with the distance she could feel the happiness that radiated forth, and knew the same would be received. Then, the inevitable happened, and Taylor had to contend with tears streaming down her face. Her baby’s baby was here-- there was no way she wasn’t crying.

“H-how was it? Quicker than last time at least.”

“Everything went smoothly; I almost can’t believe it. It’s like… it’s like all the tension’s gone now… the scariest part is over. Liv’s feeling a bit wrecked for talking right now, but she’s happy. So, so happy.”

“Can we… can we tell the kids?”

Jeimy laughed, giddy. “Yeah, go ahead! We’ll get you to bring them down to the hospital soon-- we can’t wait to see them, just want to make sure Livi rests a little first.”

“Just… enjoy the peace and quiet with your little baby, okay?”

“And kisses for everyone from us, all right, mijo?”

“I’ll see to it-- I’ll see to it. You’ll give the kids a big squeeze from us as well! Love you-- love you-- bye!”

Estela hung up the phone and squealed, pulling a laughing Taylor into her arms for the tightest of hugs.

“We’ve got another granddaughter!” Taylor wept.

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Liv’s eyelids were heavy as she watched the babe’s chest rise and fall. Their little Beatriz had made it earthside. There was no doubt in Liv’s mind; there would be no more babies for her and Jeimy. She couldn’t handle the rollercoaster. It would be her, and Jeimy, and Andi and Sol, and Beatriz… and that was all she’d ever need.

Safe and swaddled in her crib, an arm’s reach away from her exhausted mother, Beatriz had drifted off easily. Even bruised and swollen from the delivery, there was so much character in her little face.

“She looks like Sol did,” Liv whispered. “Not quite as much hair.”

At Liv’s other side, Jeimy was serene, sat up against their pillow. “I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for nine months,” they admitted. “It’s nice to breathe again.”

“I know the feeling,” Liv said. “At this point I’ll welcome the sleepless nights with open arms-- I’m just so relieved to have her here.”

Jeimy scooched closer and stroked Liv’s face. “How are you feeling? Physically, I mean.”

Liv looked up at them with a loving smile. “Very sore, very tired.”

Worth it, she thought, and she turned back to once again admire the little life she’d brought into the world. Oh my god, you are worth it.

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“Surely, no parent of a newborn in history has ever thought ‘oh, let’s have a party-- I could use some further disruption of my sleep patterns!” Aleister proclaimed. “And yet,” he added, “here we are.”

“I think ‘party’ is a strong word,” Taylor said. “Just a little get-together; good company, barbecue, and some fruit punch.”

Jeimy came over and hugged their uncle-in-law, welcoming him into the backyard, set up with lights and tables. “We’re not completely crazy; doing this at home means Liv and I can bolt upstairs with the baby and hide away at the drop of a hat. And if anyone was gonna disturb us, Mama ‘Stel would sort them out. Besides-- we’re not entertaining or anything, hence having everyone bring a plate and do their own dishes. Surrounding ourselves with love, but with as little of the hassle as possible.”

Aleister chuckled. “I can’t say I don’t still think you’re quite mad but… I see some of the appeal.”

Jeimy met his eye. “It means a lot Reggie coming home for us. I can’t say how much Liv’s missed him.”

“However all-singing-and-dancing the technology may get, it’s never the same as in person, is it? I hope it does Liv good,” he said sincerely. Aleister had been close to Liv all her life, for she and his own child Reggie had been something of a dynamic duo since before either could remember. She was his niece and he loved her, and through her mental health struggles he’d wished he could do more. It had been easier to be there for Estela, knowing that his support had helped her to be there for Liv. Reggie, he knew, was the healing balm that old Uncle Al could never be.

Thankfully, in the minds of the two parents of the new baby, the gathering had been able to be kept small and quiet-- certainly by the standards set by their ever-growing extended family. Naturally, Estela and Taylor were there, and Rosa with toddler Leo. Diego had made the trip from La Huerta a week prior, an additional support for Liv and Jeimy. Sean and Jake’s son Michael, proud donor uncle to baby Beatriz, as well as Liv’s older two children and Rosa’s unborn baby, was along for the fun; he’d taken up position as Chief of Fun and was keeping Andi and Sol out from their exhausted parents’ feet. His fiance and Michelle and Quinn’s youngest, Conor, was there to offer him assistance with the kids. Reggie was the guest of honour, the reason this whole thing was even happening-- and his sisters with their respective families, and Aleister and Grace rounded out the guestlist.

The back door swung open.

“Here she is!” Liv cried, stepping out with, cradled in her arms, a tiny bundle of baby in a puffy floral dress and a great big bow.

Michael turned to Jeimy and laughed. “What happened to the ‘gender neutral’ thing you were doing?”

“Hey. Flowers are for any and all genders.” Jeimy rolled their eyes teasingly. “Anyway, we gave up with the unisex name-- Spanish names are so damn gendered-- so thought ‘screw it, just put her in dresses if we like them’.”

“She looks cute,” Michael said, “but she’s gonna have to grow into that bow.” He held out his arms. “Cuddle with Uncle Michael?”

Liv chuckled, and carefully passed over the baby. As little Beatriz was placed in his arms, Michael absolutely beamed. There was no doubt he’d be as besotted over this kid as he was Andi and Sol.

“Damn, she’s cute!” he exclaimed. “You people are making me want a baby so bad. I’m pretty lucky to be a ‘donor uncle’ in the meantime, hey?”

“And we really appreciate it,” Liv was quick to say. Michael had basically given her the family she loved so much, and there were simply no words for what that meant. What was more, he’d given Liv’s Mama Taylor a genetic tie to her grandchildren-- a sort of link she’d once only dreamed of. Their family was unconventional, but in Liv’s eyes, it was all the more wonderful for what had been overcome to bring them to this moment, together. “It’s gonna be a pretty good excuse to get out to La Huerta regularly once Rosa’s bub’s here. We may have to tag along now and then-- I’m not having you usurp my position as ‘coolest visiting relative’.”

“I hate to break it to you, Liv,” Michael said, shaking his head in feigned sorrow, “but Jeimy sings, plays guitar, and has a talking parrot. You’ve never had the top spot to begin with.”

“Dude-- I can take my baby back---”

“Geez, touchy much! At least I know when I’m beat.”

“Just enjoy that cuddle, I’m pretty sure madam’s gonna be in high demand this evening.”

Content that her baby was in good hands, Liv felt comfortable enough to move a few feet away to check up on her older two. They’d blown her away with how they’d taken the new arrival in their stride; Sol was easy-going as usual, but Andi she’d been more concerned about, demanding as she was for fun and attention that simply was not in as high supply these days. But Andi doted on her baby sister, and was forever clamouring to be involved and help out. Now, the twosome had apparently roped Uncle Conor into a game of horsey-ride, with Andi was putting her newfound maternal side to use in steadying two-year-old Leonel with her hand as he had his turn, and Sol ripping up handfuls of grass to feed their new ‘pet’. Liv took an exhale and relaxed. Her little family was surrounded by love.

Then she turned, and there was the face she’d been desperately yearning to see.

“Reggie!”

“I told you, I’d be here, I’m not sure what all the fuss is abo--”

Liv flung her arms around her cousin, her best friend, and squeezed him with all her might.

“Steady on! You always have to be over-the-top about everything, don’t you,” he grumbled good-naturedly, but he kissed her the top of her head as she cried against his chest. He hugged her back, and gave a trembling exhale. “Now that I have you in person; congratulations.”

Liv came away to rub her teary eyes with the back of a hand. “I knew you were coming and everything, ‘m just a bit hormonal for this!”

She put her hands on her hips and took a few deep breaths, righting herself, then looked up at Reggie with a massive grin. He’d been with her through it all… both their spouses had been pregnant at the time, but she and Jeimy had lost their Avis, while Reggie and Mariama had brought home their healthy and bright Olivette-- named in tribute to their bond. Even struggling with parenting a newborn as well as his other two kids, Reggie had always found time for his old cousin, and it was a rare week that would pass without a call between London and San Trobida.

“How have you been?” he asked, “And don’t give me sass because I know childbirth can be godawful….”

“You really think I’d sass you?”

“Sure as bloody hell you would…. But are you doing all right? Other than obviously being touched in the head to have a blasted party of all things so soon after bringing a baby home. I just… I’d like to know you’re doing well.”

“We’re adjusting to the new normal,” she told him. “I’m adjusting… slowly but surely. And there’s grief that’s coming up, but I expected that. Mostly… I’m caught up in loving my baby girl, and so, so damn thankful that she’s here.” She grinned. It was as though she couldn’t think about her little Beatriz without doing so. “Do you wanna meet Bea? She’s having a cuddle with Uncle Michael right now.”

Reggie’s eyes lit up. “I did come all this way, I won’t not say ‘hi’. Actually, I may have promised Sammy and Ange that I send a few photographs-- it’s almost as though the need proof I’m actually here and taking meeting the new little cousin seriously.”

Liv laughed. “I’m sure we can manage that!” She took him by the elbow. “Come on-- you flew all the way from London, you get to skip the cuddle queue.”

And she took him to get acquainted with the baby, beaming as she walked him through a backyard filled with the smiling faces of the people she loved so much-- all there for her. Soon, they’d gather together, and raise a glass; to family, to good times, and to Beatriz Estela Montoya.

[lazlolullaby]

temporal temp work, a Batman Beyond and WFA style fluid comic canon crossover (but mostly Bruce amnesia recovery/character study)

Bruce lost his memory. He has no idea who Batman is, or what he's done for the past 30 years of his life.

Bruce is still a detective, despite the holes in his memory. He keeps noticing little tells, bruises, signs of lying. He knows he did something in his spare time, he's not sure what.

The batfamily decide that if it's not going to come back easily, then they should treat it as a retirement for Batman. They all came to an agreement, that they would be "as civilian as possible" around Bruce as to not put pressure on him to perform as Batman when he's not ready.

Alfred and Dick had gently explained that they won't tell him anything until he comes to a conclusion by himself and tells the family. If he gets it correct, then they can talk about it. If he doesn't, they can't. The Batcave is still open for him to find.

(he's in the world's most elaborate detective game, basically.)

in the meantime, Bruce focuses more on the company, on bonding with his suddenly large brood of kids, and legal methods of fixing Gotham.

Everyone's backstories remain similar to what the press knows. Jason's case is special, as he's dead. So Jason explains that he did survive, he was mad at Bruce for a while, so he got out to get his own place. They are slowly repairing their relationship.

Damian also flat out goes: "Yeah I was grown in a jar for the League of Assassins." and everyone nods and goes along with it. Jason even says he's seen the jar.

He even starts to bond with Tim, Jason, and Duke again over investigating crime. (well. More for the kids to solve it.)

The ones that fight the most for Batman to come back, the ones that make the most progress in getting Bruce to remember are Tim and Terry, since they were the ones that got him out of his funks in canon.

Bruce has nightmares. Despite losing the context of the fears, he still has them, he still can remember some Caped Adventures. He blames that for his nocturnal sleep schedule.

The Justice League dropped by in capes, trying to get him to remember.

Bruce gets totally suspicious that he's funding an entire space station. It takes him a week to crack every. single. founding JL member's ID, and even some sidekicks...Except Batman and his merry brood of birds and bats. (It doesn't help that the Dark Knight has been missing. no new data.)

The Gotham Rogues are starting to get gutsy. The Batfamily is stretched thin. It gets to the point where either scientists or magicians step in and try to "Summon Batman".

This is where Terry comes in. He gets summoned with Ace the Bathound. They survive on the streets of Gotham, then find Nightwing and Red Robin facing off against a Joker that's "pining for his eternal rival"

Tim is barely in danger but Terry's instincts go full throttle and he starts to roast. They see Ace has a harness with a Wayne Security badge and a license that are both dated for decades in the future.

Dick and Tim take Terry home. Say he's a friend in a tight spot, but Bruce sees right through it. Terry is the seventh black haired kid to be sheltered by Bruce and he knows it's a ploy to jog his memory. He's not having it. Terry also isn't interested in playing along with that either, instead loudly acknowledging he's got family already.

Ace gets along well with lots of the Batfamily. Terry makes a comment that he was trained as a PTSD-support dog. He knows how to sit and block people from getting into your space, how to use his weight as a grounding method. Bruce starts researching getting one for the house.

The batfamily train Terry on the streets for a few nights just in case. Nightwing goes back to Bludhaven. Dick does as well, and Bruce figures the connection quickly. The Justice League is seen with a new Batman.

Terry decides to annoy Bruce into becoming Batman again. Being ever so slightly off kilter, but still dedicated to helping. Always saying "If the guy I'm temping for doesn't like it, he can come out and do the job again."

Terry sees Bruce's psych profiles and list of Batman and Batman II suspects and makes a comment. "You writing a murder mystery or something?"

"Or something."

"What's the seventh rule of Knox's 10 commandments of detective fiction?" Terry asks.

"The detective must not commit the crime?"

"Mmm-hmm. Good thing you're not writing."

Bruce is getting tired of not knowing. Not getting better. Terry talks about how he was an assistant to an old man. That he also had trouble with being less active than he used to be.

Batman II shows up to save a hostage Bruce Wayne, and Bruce plays 20 questions. "why are you here in Gotham?"

"someone has to. And I already promised that I would."

"who did you promise? Why does it have to be you?"

"What makes this work is that I chose it. I work so I won't destroy this legacy. Me. My choice."

"You didn't say who you promised."

"The last guy who wore the bat...he got swallowed up by it. Didn't even think of himself as anything but Batman at the end." He shrugged. "Separating yourself from the mask is important. You know about Superman, yeah? He needs that job. He needs his friends and family, if not to feel human, just to be the best he can. Bruce. You have your friends and family. What are you willing to do to protect it?"

idk i can't figure out a suitably appropriate and dramatic emotional situation where Bruce figures it out. But he does.

Bruce gathers all of the family in the Wayne Study for a Classic Detective Reveal. He goes through the Batfamily one by one an unmasks each of them correctly, even confirming the ones who had other identities.

Bruce takes up the Cowl again, this time with a little more restraint and respect to his Bruce Wayne identity.

Terry goes back to Neo Gotham, stronger and happier that he knows the Batfamily.

[highwayphantoms]

happy friday!! for tabris & hawke, “You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

thank you! :D I've spent a lot of time thinking about these two but so rarely writing any of it out, and this prompt works perfectly!

for @dadrunkwriting

Words: 821 Rating: T Warnings: Don't think too hard about what the Taint does to a person ;)

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Hawke is late. Between the noise in her head and the ache in her bones, it is the one coherent thought she can cling to.

By all rights, she should be dead. Fully, truly dead, instead of being only mostly dead. She dimly remembers something Hawke had told her, months ago. A Warden, like her, still shambling along long after he should have been dead. A ghoul, now. Not a Warden.

Hawke is late. Two weeks, she’d said. Fourteen days, fourteen nights. Tabris has counted seventeen days, and the light that pours in through the cave’s mouth is still too bright for the sun to have set and begun the seventeenth night. Two weeks. If she was delayed, she’d send Anders.

There have been Grey Wardens nearby. Maybe darkspawn. It used to be hard to tell the difference; now it is impossible. But Anders does not travel with darkspawn, and he does not travel with Wardens. It is not Anders she has sensed in the area around her hiding spot, and so she has not dared to venture out. Not while Wardens-darkspawn are nearby.

Late. Late late late late late.

For a time she wonders if Hawke misjudged the Inquisition. Perhaps the Wardens have realized that the former Warden-Commander of Ferelden has not been working alone. Cannot work alone.

In seventeen days, the most she has accomplished has been stealing food from the village nearby. It’s easy, almost laughably so; the villagers are haunted by undead that emerge from the lake at night. Most of them cower inside their homes, leaving their sheds and farms undefended and unwatched. A loaf of bread here, vegetables there, perhaps a chicken or two when she’s well enough to take something that can run away from her.

She spends most of her time tucked away in the recesses of the cave that has become a home. Staring at the rock walls, listening to the bats and nugs that keep her company, picking at the sores in her skin. She does not sleep, not really.

If not for the rising and setting of the sun, she would be unable to keep track of time at all. As it is, she knows she loses minutes and hours. It is morning one moment, late afternoon the next. Whether that is sleep or the taint stealing away what’s left of her mind, she does not know.

Tabris knows she has company long before she can hear the voices over the music that echoes inside her skull. A Warden-darkspawn, but just one. Then: two voices. Familiar voices, bickering as only they can. She slowly uncurls herself and gets to her feet as a solid thud echoes from the mouth of the cave, followed promptly by an irritated curse from Hawke. Then: “Have you been sitting here in the dark this whole time?”

Her joints are stiff as boards and cause her to lurch as she moves out into the cavern between her hiding place and the entrance. Tabris hums faintly as she considers Hawke’s question, which takes her long enough that by the time she says, “Yes,” Hawke and Anders are standing on the other side of the cavern, a small flame hovering above Anders’ hand illuminating the space.

Hawke looks irritated. Anders looks concerned. Their dog lurks just behind them. This is not unusual. Hawke never knew Tabris as she was before the Taint took half her mind and warped her body. Anders… did. And the dog… the dog avoids her.

“You’re late,” Tabris says.

“Someone,” Anders replies, with a pointed glance at Hawke, “decided to take a qunari up on a bet and lost. Badly.”

Hawke grins. “Worth it.”

“I’m not patching you up next time.”

“Yes, you will.”

Anders shakes his head and turns his attention back to Tabris. “The Inquisitor stopped to seal the rift over the lake. She said she’ll try to meet us here tomorrow.”

She nods, though she remains apprehensive. Why Anders can’t play the part of Hawke’s Warden contact, she still does not understand. At this point, he knows as much as any of them do; the Orlesian Wardens are up to something, something Nate had refused to take part in, and as a result the Orlesian Warden-Commander has issued orders to bring to heel every Fereldan Warden. What they intend to do after that… a mystery.

But Tabris doesn’t really care about their intentions. They’re standing in the way.

She was not going to let the Taint take her.

“You look dead on your feet,” Hawke remarks. “Well, more dead than usual.”

“Hawke.”

“She’s right,” Tabris says, vaguely amused.

“Take your paranoid ass and go sleep,” Hawke says firmly. “We’ll keep watch.”

“If you insist.” She doubts she’ll get much rest. She hardly ever does, with or without companions. But Hawke is right, and even a half-dead Warden needs sleep sooner or later. She’ll try. It’s the best she can do.

[forbidding-souda]

Hey >:))

Could you write some hcs for Teruteru, Gundham and Sonia with a Brazilian s/o? <3

THANK YOU!! 💗💞💗💖💗💖

— 🐭🌙

Teruteru Hanamura, Gundham Tanaka, and Sonia Nevermind with a Brazilian S/O headcanons

this took me so long for no reason too anyway pov me trying my best yk what's funny, this request is from august 16 2022 and we still talk and i think that's amazing hai mouse i love you i kept the info you gave me in my inbox all these years

-Mod Souda

Teruteru Hanamura

♥ His mother is absolutely in love with you. She loves your laugh and your smile and all the stories you tell (and the bright look in your eyes as you tell them).

♥ You get along with his mother so well that he becomes the third wheel.

♥ Obv but bomb ass churrasco.

♥ Date idea but you two cooking together and he'll teach you Japanese dishes.

♥ His life has been much more interesting since he's met you. Usually, he's over-worked with the amount of jobs and responsibilities he's piled onto himself. You have a lot of soul and life when it comes to socials and situations in which you feel comfortable. He likes having people with good energy around.

♥ The positive attention he constantly gives you is so charming. You love talking about your culture and he loves learning.

♥ If he can convince his family to come to Brazil you need to give a tour (he will force you to give a tour).

♥ O carro do sonho pulls up and his siblings start tweaking.

♥ You should have a fun get together by walking through the streets at night and seeing all the light up buildings. Imagine how excited he would be, explaining everything he knows to his mom.

♥ Take them to the Mercado Municipal.

♥ They're gonna be scared of the stray dogs though.

♥ ^ He'll feed them and becon them closer to scare his siblings.

♥ His siblings start flirting with random people.

♥ Anyway, beside his family.

♥ See look his outfit is already white so it's perfect (and he's gonna rock the red underwear, you already know).

♥ He's going to give you flowers every time he comes to visit you. It's small romantic gestures that he's trying his best on. He wants to be more of a romantic person, especially with you.

♥ But he's still a little weird like he's gonna use your stuff in the shower as if he didn't pack his own.

♥ He's also going to leave his hair stuff all over your counter I hope you don't mind :).

♥ Bomb ass breakfast every day, though. He'll make sure to wake up before you so he's able to make you something nice. It's his treat for your hospitality (and your love).

♥ But before you eat you have to give him a kiss. Bon appétit.

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Gundham Tanaka

♥ Has no idea what's going on ever but it's fine because he's a good listener.

♥ You've told me that most Brazilians don't know how to dance and Gundham doesn't either so wow you guys would get along so well.

♥ He hasn't brought his dark devas with him because he's worried about the plane ride there. And even though he is literally an Ultimate, flights don't want him being hamsters on board.

♥ He'll still facetime Sonia so he can read them to sleep.

♥ He talks about them and how he misses them a lot but it's okay he's going to find sanctuary with the dogs outside.

♥ He loves the stray dogs. He'll walk up to them and you'll watch as they mellow once they see him. You'll go home and a pack of many different breeds are just following you. They're yours now. Welcome to the family.

♥ Show him the paintings and street art around. Show him all of the things you're interested in and he'll log it into his memory.

♥ With the warm weather, you get to see him in just his short sleeve ha ha ha (he's so sexy raaaa imagine his biceps).

♥ He's your scary dog privileges to walk at night. He'll probably embarrass you though by threatening people in English about dark magic.

♥ He's not much of a drinker but you can get him to take sips from your quentão if you're dying for him to taste it.

♥ He's visited with no real plans in mind.

♥ He's so introverted so he'd prefer to spend his time inside of your house so he can get away from others.

♥ Oh my god random ash but teach him about some Brazilian folk.

♥ He'll relax in your living room with the 2849234 dogs he's brought home.

♥ He will sit with you and watch the carnival though. He likes seeing things second-hand. It's a far better experience than being there with all of the people.

♥ The fun of traveling thrives on social interactions and outdoor adventures, and none of that matters as much as being with you. Whatever you two do, whether it's walk through the city or sleeping all day, as long as you are close enough to kiss, he's chill.

♥ Peace of mind in the subtle beauty of you. 

♥ The best part of his visit for you was when you woke up to his arm wrapped around you. You know that he is hesitant towards trust, so when you woke up and felt the warmth of his body, you were too scared to move in case you'd wake him up and it would stop.

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Sonia Nevermind

♥ She probably speaks Portuguese.

♥ When she learns you're from Brazil she instantly busts out her language skills. She still has an accent, however, and it's cute considering her vocal tone.

♥ Has she ever been to Brazil? No. Does she know much about it? Not exactly. Does she speak Portuguese? Yes.

♥ She talks like a grandma sometimes though.

♥ You're going to have to teach her your city-specific lingo though. You're gonna call a sausage a salsicha and she's gonna blink at you.

♥ She loves traveling and different cultures so you bet she's gonna be over there for weeks at a time.

♥ She likes the sincerity when it comes to sports; soccer. It interests her that people can be so passionate about certain things that her country has no specific favoring for.

♥ Malls. She will love to go to malls with you. All sorts of different forms, whether interior or ones with exterior stores. Big restaurants nearby, she will love them.

♥ The two of you can have conversations back and forth in both Portuguese and English. It'll be quick how she can learn your accent and your terminologies.

♥ She'll try not to sound pretentious when she explains your own culture to you and all the things she learned about it. She knows niche things like the history of religion, the art she's seen, and the museums she wants to go to.

♥ She is going to force you to go to stereotypical tourist attractions.

♥ Especially the museums. She'd move into the museums if she could.

♥ O carro do sonho makes her eyes light up like diamonds.

♥ She's just obsessed with all the famous spots, she'll want you to take her everywhere.

♥ You stare at her face whenever she stares around in wonder. You've seen these things in your everyday life, but she looks around your city like she's seen Heaven. She's so beautiful, especially when she's close enough for you to wrap your arms around.

♥ She'll keep a picture of you in a cute antique locket necklace awwww. She misses you so much when she has to go back to her country.

♥ Gift her jewelry or some clothes and she'll wear them around her island. Whether they're related to Brazil or not, she'll sport anything you give her. She loves you and will never be able to stop talking about it to people who ask.

♥ She would gift you something crazy like a golden pocket watch or something.

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Forty

Three Months Later

Winter has set in completely. The nights were bitter cold, and the days weren't much better. We were lucky enough that we found a storage unit a few weeks ago. We stayed there for about a week and went through as many units as we could, taking anything useful. But most importantly, we found winter clothes and blankets. The only reason we left was because walkers got in. There have been nights when we slept outside by a fire. It wouldn't be getting any better anytime soon.

We couldn't stay in one spot for too long before a herd would come through. The countryside wasn't any safer than the city with all the walkers migrating from the cities and more populated areas to the countryside looking for food, aka the living. Finding food for ourselves was a big problem, too. We looted every house and store we came by. Any place that was surrounded by walkers we tried to avoid. Daryl went out hunting several times a day to try and get whatever animal came by his path, but even that was becoming hard to come by.

Right now, we were sitting around a fire in the middle of the woods. T-Dog and Rick were keeping watch. We all stayed close together to help keep us the tiniest bit warmer. We're lucky enough that everyone has at least two blankets, plus we found sleeping bags, which helped a lot. None of us really slept; we were always on guard, ready to move. Tonight seemed calm for now. I had a blanket over my legs, tucked underneath me and one around me, pulled tight under my chin.

When I saw T-Dog and Rick coming back, I took both blankets off and folded them, setting them with my stuff. “I'll take the next watch,” I said. Rick stopped beside me, “I don't want you doing it alone,” he told me. I was about to tell him I would be fine but was cut off by Daryl. “I'll keep watch with her.” Rock nodded his head, clapping his hand on Daryl's shoulder.

Daryl followed me away from the camp site and into the woods. I wanted to get the perimeter of the camp. We had taken cans and hubcaps and strung them on rope so we could put them up around the camp to alert us if walkers or anything else was coming. Daryl and I checked the perimeter in silence and continued that silence as we stood guard. “Ya haven't been eating.” I turned my head and looked over at Daryl. “What?” I asked. I heard him. I just don't want to talk about it.

I've been giving most, if not all, my food to Carl. There have been several times that I've caught him giving his mother his food, and she accepts it. Don't get me wrong, I understand she's eating for two but she shouldn't accept all his food. So I've been giving Carl mine to make sure he eats. He's a growing boy, and he needs the nutrients more. It's not like I don't eat at all. “Ya heard me. I know you give Carl your food.”

“Well, he's a growing boy, Daryl he needs to eat. He gives his mother his portion, and she takes it. I get she's pregnant and eating for two, but she should not be except her son's food. Besides, it's not like I don't eat anything.” I turned my head back to scan the dark woods. “Need to eat more than a small piece of meat or a piece of a protein bar.” I let a sigh out and shook my head. “I'm fine. Besides, it's not like we have a lot of food these days, Daryl.”

“I'll talk to Rick about Carl giving his food to his mother.” I shook my head and walked a little closer to him. “Don't do that. Things are already so tense between him and Lori. We don't need to make it worse.” Just by Daryl's body language, I could tell he was conflicted on what to do. “Rick still needs to know. I know Lori is pregnant, but she shouldn't be taking her son's food.” I shrugged, “I know this. But to be fair, I think Carl is telling her that it's extra.”

Five Months Later

Winter was finally turning into spring. The days were getting warmer, but the nights were still cold. Lori was about to pop, and we were still out on the road. Neither Daryl nor I had to tell Rick about Carl giving his mother his food. Rick had caught him one night, and things didn't end well. He and Lori ended up getting into a fight, but when it was discovered, Carl was actually telling her there was extra food, and things calmed down. Lori felt terrible about taking food from Carl and hasn't done so since. Now, she makes sure he eats first before she eats her own food.

We were bouncing back and forth, trying to find a place to settle. There were a few times we found potential places to stay, but each time, walkers would come. There was a neighborhood, one of those up scale ones that were gated. It looked like everyone had been evacuated early. It had been completely empty. We stayed there for a few weeks until a herd of walkers came through and found a weak spot that we had noticed in the fence that wrapped around the whole neighborhood.

Then, there was an old warehouse that had a chain linked fence around it. The same thing happened, a large herd, about half the size of the one at the farm, maybe a little smaller than half, came through. We were running around in circles at this point. At every turn, we ran into walkers. Like right now, we were in a house we just cleared. Everyone was sitting in the living room. Loei had a jar of peanut butter in her hand, Daryl was plucking the feathers off an owl he had killed, and Carl was opening a can of dog food.

We were all hungry and tired. It was non-stop moving and running. When Rick saw what Carl had, he took it from him and threw it in the fireplace, making everyone look up at the loud noise it made. A few minutes later we were grabbing our things and headed out the door to the cars. Walkers were starting to slowly surround the small farmhouse.

Once we were far enough away, we stopped on the side of the road to look over the map. Like I said before, we were just running in circles. While everyone else waited by the cars or went to the small break to wash up Rick, Daryl and I went on a little walk through the woods.

We were supposed to be hunting for food, but we were following old train tracks instead. Good thing we were because when we got to a small clearing in the trees and weeds, we discovered a prison just on the other side. The three of us looked at each other, coming to the same idea. We could probably take this place and clear the yard and maybe a cell block.

[fruityrituals]

birthday wish

phantom ghoul x fem reader

summary: phantom takes you to the fair for your birthday while in his human glamour. you both have a very steamy moment in the house of mirrors that make it the most unforgettable birthday yet. (that scene will be inspired by a scene from the book Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton)

cw: breeding, daddy kink, hair pulling, dom/sub scenario, public s3x

comment: in this fanfic, it is phantom NOT randy. I’m using a picture of randy because phantom will be in his human glamour. AGAIN, this is a phantom fic! Also, don’t comment on my punctuation, i know some of it isnt right but this isnt a book lol.

dedicated to jess. happy birthday!!

(18+) / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ghost Masterlist

(divider below from @cafekitsune ) | pics above from pinterest

Today is your birthday and your ghoul boyfriend told you thank he is going to take you out to the fair. You have been super excited for tonight since he Phantom just came back from tour last night and your only birthday wish was for him to be home. Last night you both spent the whole night going round after round in bed until you were finally exhausted and knocked out, so today you both stayed in bed coming in and out of sleep most of the day. Around sunset is when you both finally get up to shower and get ready for evening. Phantom is taking you to the fair tonight in his human glamor and you're just so excited its going to be just the two of you tonight since you all always go out in groups with the other ghouls and their partners.

You both arrive to the fair around 8pm and you're starving. As you walk through the entrance after giving in your tickets, you hold Phantoms hand and say “Babe i just realized how hungry I am. We stayed in bed all day”. He turns his head and kisses your forehead “Im such a horrible boyfriend for not feeding you after the night we had last night”. You laugh looking up at him “Well to be fair we BOTH used all our energy so if thats the case, Im a bad girlfriend for not feeding YOU also”. He grins and pecks your lips then looks around “Uhhh lets find something to eat. It looks like theres a lot to choose from”. As you both start walking deeper into the fairgrounds, you see a cotton candy stand and point at it “Have you ever had cotton candy before baby?”. The ghoul looks over and shakes his head “No I haven’t, but that does look very filling. you need food”. You pout up at him “Please I want cotton candy”. He looks down at you giving you a stern look. He leans in closer, places a hand around the nape of your neck and leans in closer so only you can hear him, “I said you need food. You are going to be a good girl and eat a hotdog or something and only after you eat, you will get cotton candy. Understand?”. Your jaw drops because even though you know how dom phantom is, it always catches you off guard when he does things like this in public and it drives you crazy in the best way possible. You look up at him with sweet eyes and nod. He tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrow, “Hmm? Use your words princess what do you say?”. You lean in a little more so only he can hear you as you say “Yes, I understand daddy”. He smiles and kisses you gently then lets go of you neck and slips his hand back into yours “Good girl. Lets go”.

He got you both hot dogs to eat and then got you some cotton candy. He tried a little bit of it but decided to stick to his fried oreos. You both make your way through the fairgrounds going on a couple rides and walking through a few fun houses then you see the attraction coming up with a sign that says “House of Mirrors” and you say “Oh can we go in there? Ive never done one of those mazes before, that should be fun”. When you look up at him, he has a smirk painted across his face and you know that look all too well. He starts toward the House of Mirrors pulling you along by your hand. Once inside, he has you lead the way through the maze. You were so concentrated keeping your eyes on the pattern of the floor while you held your arms out so you dont slam into any mirrors that it took you a few minutes of you talking to yourself to realize your ghoul boyfriend isnt following you. “Phantom?” you call out as you pick your head up and look around, but all you can see is yourself in every direction that you look. You call out his name again and listen carefully but hear nothing. The lights suddenly go out and you gasp, “Come on Phantom this isn’t funny!”. Your heart starts racing as you hold your hands out in front of you as you try to find your way through the maze until arms quickly wrap around your torso and phantom whispers “Boo” in your ear, which makes you yelp as you turn around in his arms quick and hit his chest with your hands “Fuck Phantom you scared the shit out of me!”. He chuckles as he leans cups your face and kisses you softly, “Im sorry baby. Let me make it up to you, yeah?”. You nod as he has your face cupped so he can feel you nod and thats all it took before he crashes his lips to yours and starts making out with you roughly.

You tangle your fingers in his hair as he pushes you up against one of the mirrors. He traces his hands down the sides of your body till he reaches your thighs, then traces his hand around the back of your thighs and lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist quickly and your arms around his neck. You are so caught up in the heat of the moment that it takes you a few minutes to realized that you are in public and someone could come around the corner at any moment. He pulls away from your lips and trails his kisses down to your neck where he starts to suck in that sweet spot that you like which earns a moan. Now you’re worried someone will hear you. “Um, what if someone catches us?” You whisper. He pulls away and you can see his face a bit once your vision adjusts and you realize theres some light coming from the bath of dotted lights on the ground that help you see him a little better. When you see the look on his face as he says “Let someone find us”, it takes you over the edge and you quickly starts kissing his lips roughly again. His hips press against yours as you feel his hard cock through his pants against your core. He slowly starts to grind his hips into you causing the both of you to moan out and you slap your hand over your own mouth. Phantom grabs your hand and shakes his head “Ah Ah Ah. Did I tell you that you can silence yourself?”. You shake your head and lean in kissing his lips and whisper “Sorry Daddy. Can we please go home? I need you so bad.” He shakes his head again “I’m going to take you right here and I don’t care who hear or sees”. The thought of having sex here in public in the house of mirrors makes you nervous but you trust him and honestly the idea of getting caught is exhilarating. He can tell that you’re turned on by the idea so he proceeds.

He places you on your feet as he undoes his pants and pulls his hard cock our striking it a couple times as a bead of precum already rests on the tip of his head. “You know I like to take things nice and slow at first with a little foreplay but we have to be quick”, with that, you quickly undo your pants and pull them down to your knees and figure the best position would be for you to turn around. You face your back to him, bend over and placed your hands against the mirror. He spits into his hand stroking his dick a few more times then teased your entrance as he lubricates his tip with your wetness and says “Fuck baby you’re so wet”, then thrusts into you without warning causing you to moan out his name loud. He starts thrusting into you at a slow pace for just a few seconds before he slips his hands onto your hips and grips them tight. With his foot he kicks your feet apart a little more and he starts thrusting into you hard then picks up his pace. You let out constant moans of pleasure as you bow your head down and bite your lip hard. He reaches forward and grips your ponytail in his hand and pulls your head back causing you to gasp. He leans forward and presses his lips to your ear as he says, “Keep your head up and look in the mirror so you can watch me fuck you. Understand? If you look down again, im not going to let you cum.” You let out a whine as you bite your lip hard again and nod, “Yes daddy”. And with that, he starts pounding into you relentlessly. You watch him throught the mirror as you feel your climax nearing as you thighs twitch and your stomach tightens. Youre trying hard to keep your head up but you lose that battle as you drop your head down for all of 3 seconds before he pulls out and says “What did i say?”. You groan and pick your head up quickly and look at him through the mirror, “Phantom please im begging you to fuck me again im so close. I wont drop my head back down i promise ill be a good girl please”, you look at him with pleading eyes. He smirks and wraps your ponytail around one of his hands as he uses his other hand to positions himself back to your entrance and thrusts in and picks up his pace he was previously doing, “You know i cant say no to my good girl”. He smirks as he tosses his head back and you let out moans that practically sounds like yells as you feel your climax quickly building up again. He feels you tighten around in and mumbles “Oh fuck” breathlessly as he continues his pace then says, “Im going to come baby”. You nod quickly “me too fuck”. Your high comes quickly as you reach an arm back gripping his wrist as you moan his name loudly and come undone. You're breathing heavily and trying not to collapse as he continues his pace into your sensitive pussy until he does a couple hard thrusts and cums deep inside of you with a groan.

He stays there for a few seconds before pulling out. He wipes up the cum that starts seeping out of you and with two fingers he stuffs it back in as you moan, not wanting you to miss a single drop. He licks his fingers clean then pulls your panties up then your pants as you stand up from your bent over position. When you turn around he already fixed his pants. He pulls you to him by your waist and places a deep kiss against your lips as you both let out a sweet moan. He pulls away and rubs a thumb on your cheek. You look up at him with a smile on your face “How did no one come in here and catch us?”. He throws an arm over your shoulder as he holds leads you out the maze perfectly and when you make it outside, Swiss is standing outside the entrance of the house and Phantom says, “I asked Swiss to stand guard since i knew he would be here with Kai, we paid the house attendant to be quiet about this and go control the lights”. You gasp after seeing Swiss and you look up at Phantom shoving him playfully “You little shit, you could have told me that so i would know we weren't going to get caught!”. He laughs “Oh you know you loved the idea of getting caught”. You smile and kiss his cheek as he wraps an arm around you shoulder. You both go home and the ghouls and their partners have a cake waiting for you. They all sing you happy birthday and as you blow out your candles you say “My birthday wish already came true” and phantom gives you a wink.