#i bought TWO new books yesterday and yet!!

[lanistas]

Forever stuck in a loop where I buy a new book, but end up rereading my favourite fics until three in the morning instead.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Better Man

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff, minor angst

Summary: You're a single mom who hates bringing men into your life only to have them leave. Your daughter deserves better than that. You're currently dating Spencer, and you're wondering if it's the right time to bring him into her life. Will it be worth it?

Square Filled: “you want? you want? you want? what about what I want?” for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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I can do this. I’m more than capable of getting breakfast ready for both me and my daughter. Even if she is screaming her head off. Oh, please be quiet. Please make it stop.

“Gemma, please stop crying. I am getting your food.” She continues to cry. “Baby, please. I’m working as hard as I can right now.”

If anyone were to look in your kitchen window, they would see a woman who is just trying to feed her child while looking like a raccoon with messy bedhead hair. The bags under your eyes don’t help your case, either, but you haven’t gotten much sleep this past week. Gemma has been sick and has been keeping you up at all hours of the night.

Sometimes you feel like a shitty mom because it seems like whatever you do isn’t enough. Being a single mom is hard. No one told you how to do this. No one gave you a rule book and said, “Here you go! Study for the final exam!” where the final exam is actually having a kid. You’re doing the best you can do even if it doesn’t feel like it.

Before you can start crying because Gemma is crying, you plate some bananas, cereal, and small strawberries on a plate for her. She immediately stops crying when the food is in front of her, and she digs in. You chuckle tiredly and kiss the top of her head. She is getting so old. It seems like yesterday you birthed her when really, it’s been eight months.

Your phone rings and you light up at seeing Spencer’s name.

“Hey,” you answer.

“Hey. I’m off this weekend if you want to hang out.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to get a sitter,” you sigh. “I’m pretty low on money right now.”

“That’s fine. I don’t mind if you bring her along. I understand if you don’t want to, but I’m really great with kids. I’d love it if she came along.”

You and Spencer have been seeing each other for a few months but he hasn’t met your daughter yet. You don’t want to introduce her to someone new if they’re not going to be in your life for very long. You really like Spencer and you hope he’s going to be in your life for a long time. He’s been very patient when it comes to your daughter, and maybe it’s time they meet.

“Why don’t you come over? I’d feel more comfortable having a date here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I think it’s time you meet Gemma.”

“Okay, yeah! I’ll bring some food over and we can cook together.”

“That’d be amazing,” you smile.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you Friday.”

“Okay. Bye.” You hang up with a huge smile on your face. “You hear that, Gemma? You get to meet Spencer. He’s a sweetheart. You’ll love him.”

She squeals in response but it’s mostly because she wants more bananas. You’re not worried that she will love him, it’s if Spencer will love her. You can’t think about that. You have work to get to. The call center you work at has a daycare attached to it for parents who can’t get someone to watch their kids, so every day is Bring Your Daughter To Work Day.

The weekend comes faster than you expected but that means Spencer gets to come over. He might even spend the night if all goes well. When Spencer comes over, he is nothing but sweet towards Gemma. She is playing in her playpen but as soon as Spencer walks in, she squeals and crawls over to him.

“Spencer, this is Gemma. Baby, this is Spencer.” Spencer grins and picks her up once she gets to him. “I’ve been trying to get her to walk lately. She turns eight months next week.”

“Hi, Gemma. Do you want to walk for Mama? Yeah, I can see it. You’ll get there,” he chuckles.

Spencer brings in the groceries he bought so you two can cook lunch while Gemma plays and watches Spongebob. While you don’t know how to be a single mom, and learning every day to be better, you’d rather do this than be with the ex who knocked you up. He left you when you were pregnant so it’s just been you and Gemma for a long time now. It’s hard to let men in your life, especially with a kid so young, but Spencer has been nothing but a complete gentleman to you. He takes things at your pace, never does anything to make you uncomfortable, and always puts you and Gemma first.

Dinner is spent talking about your week and the plans you have this weekend and afterward, Spencer goes to the living room to play with Gemma some more. He’s really warming up to her. Maybe this is going to be a good thing. Your phone rings and your blood runs cold when you see who is calling you. You excuse yourself and step off to the side while Spencer tosses Gemma in the air a few inches only to catch her. Her laughter makes this night all the better.

“What do you want?” you ask when you answer the phone.

“Hey, you got any money to spot me? I’m in a bit of a pickle,” your ex asks.

“Are you kidding me right now? You call me up after how many months only to ask for money?”

“Can you do it or not?”

“Fuck no,” you hiss on the phone. “This might be in your grand plan, but I want you to actually start acting like a dad and be there for Gemma. You know, the daughter you have?”

“You want? You want? You want? What about what I want?”

“You’re a piece of shit.”

“Fuck this. I can’t believe calling you was ever a good idea.”

He hangs up after those harsh words, and you try your hardest not to cry. He’s fucking lucky you’re not going after him for child support, but maybe you should.

“Y/N! Look!” You look at Spencer and Gemma to see her walking toward him on wobbly legs. “She’s walking!”

“Gemma!” you gasp and rush over. “You’re walking, baby!”

Before she can fall to the ground, Spencer scoops her in his arms and kisses her cheeks. She has no idea what is going on but she loves the attention. Spencer looks like he doesn’t want to be anywhere but here. Seeing him with Gemma today has only made you realize that he’s the only man you ever want in Gemma’s life.

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[russellsppttemplates]

Can i request Lando with bookworm!reader and he constantly buys books for reader and always takes pictures of her whilst she reads and one day he like goes through her wish list and buys a bunch of books from it to surprise her

note: this is the dream, okay? okay

"Do you remember if I've bought this one before?", Lando asked Max as walked along the bookshop.

"You've bought her so many I can't remember - you posted a picture of her reading in the jpg account, maybe we can check in the shelf?", he suggested, getting his phone from his pocket and zooming in on the pictures.

"Well? Do you see it in there?", Lando asked as he tried to balance the books he was sure you didn't have yet, a little impatient because Max was taking so long.

"It's not easy to go through all the pictures! There are hundreds of them, just this week you posted what? Four pictures of her reading by the bookshelves alone, it takes time to analyse them!", Max defended himself.

"Look how pretty she is", Lando cooed as he looked at Max's phone, "whipped much?", Max teased him, "I don't care what you say, and I'm not seeing the book, so I'm getting it for her", Lando stated.

.

"Let me take a picture of you and your new book, baby", Lando cooed, kissing up your thighs as you lay on the sofa. He was resting his head on your thighs, one of your hands holding a book while the other played with his hair, all while he was fiddling with his camera and sending the latest photos to his phone so he could sort through them while you read the book that had arrived yesterday in the mail.

"I have no make-up on, Lando, and I'm barely dressed", you blushed, looking at his t-shirt you were wearing along with a lacy number for your panties, "I'll keep everything covered, I don't want anyone to see what's for my eyes only", he smirked, changing the camera settings and snapping a couple of photos of his favourite view.

"Is this Y/N's letter for Santa? It's still a bit early for that", Jon chuckled as Lando asked him to hold his phone with a notes app titled "Y/N's wishlist".

"It's her wishlist for books she wants to read, and I'm surprising her when she comes home today from her work trip!", Lando smiled, "I'll put them in the basket and you'll make them off, okay?", Lando checked before he began looking for the ones he knew by heart.

"You have two books that are the same here", Jon pointed out, "no, it's not", Lando said as his trainer quirked a brow, "it's not like that, that is; this is a special edition one with pretty pages, they have doodles on them and I know she won't buy it for herself so I'm going to", he smiled.

"You'd think someone dating you would ask for expensive jewelry or bags", Jon chuckled, knowing you weren't with Lando for the money, but he couldn't help but diss at some of the relationships he had seen at the paddock over the years.

"Y/N is not like everyone else - Oh, this one is out already? This is going to be an even bugger surprise then! C'mon, Jon, there are still about ten books left to find!", Lando urged him.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[bloodwrittenletters]

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

pairing . . . jason grace x fem!reader

the cassette playing . . . so american! olivia rodrigo

the letter reads . . . some headcanons about you and your cute boyfriend: jason grace!

warnings . . . none!

a/n . . . i literally can't write anything to save my life these few days, so jason grace headcanons! this beautiful blonde boy deserves more love.

✴ he's the type of guy who would ask "can i be your boyfriend?"

✴ even before you started dating, he would go OUT OF HIS WAY (and everyone else's) to give you what you wanted.

✴ learns an specific type of hair routine to help you.

⤷ would ask piper, hazel, or annabeth for hair care products or how to take care of your hair type.

✴ the moment you guys start dating, all of his closet is yours.

⤷ you eventually start to feel bad and tell him he can also wear your clothes if he wants, a week later you find him wearing your pink top.

⤷ "i got stuck, but i look way too hot in this... can you help me take this off?"

✴ everything he makes in arts and crafts, he shows it to you.

⤷ half of the time, it's jewelry for you. the other half is for percy and leo.

✴ if you ever get in a discussion with one of his bros, he looks like a sad puppy for having to pick a side. but he always picks yours.

✴ whenever he goes to new rome alone, he comes back with millions of gift for you.

⤷ that either made him think of you, or thought it would be something you like.

✴ has shared a playlist with you.

⤷ before he asked you out, he made three playlists. "songs that would be ours if we were dating. / songs that remind me of her. / songs about one-sided pinning."

✴ he was surprised when he found out you also had a crush on him.

✴ supports everything you do. (sports, hobbies, etc etc)

✴ this man will 100% have a shoe box of things you gifted him, going from a chocolate wrap to comfort him when he first came to chb to glasses with little lighting bolts.

✴ if someone hits on him / ask him out (didn't know / didn't care he has a girlfriend) jason has two options:

⤷ "no, thanks. although my girlfriend would love to be your friend, have you met her yet?"

⤷ "no. i'm deeply in love with my girlfriend, have you seen how pretty she is? i bought her this bookmark yesterday."

✴ never really liked valentines day or any other holiday since it wasn't celebrated in camp jupiter, but goes all out with you in each one.

⤷ dress up with you for halloween if it's something you want to do, fills every room with hearts and flowers and takes you out in special dates for valentines day, plans your chritsmas gifts months ahead.

✴ if you have herritage ( or are ) from a different culture, he would learn everything and more.

⤷ makes sure that he respects it and honors it. learning your home language, learning your favorite foods, learning your history etc etc.

✴ he burns an extra piece of food for your godly parent.

✴ helps you with homework / does it with you.

✴ loves doing double dating.

⤷ your favorite one has been hazel and frank. his favorite one has been percy and annabeth.

⤷ if the second one happens, you and annie feel like the third wheel of their bromance.

✴ he doesn't have a good relationship with his dad, and... his mom is dead, so he introduces you to thalia, apollo, and maybe hera. also with all of your other friends.

⤷ "guys, this is yn."

⤷ "are you forgetting that i've known half of them longer than you have? did your amnesia came back?

⤷ "the voices in your head are getting louder, my love."

✴ that man LOVES pet names. specifically the original ones he comes up with for you.

✴ he loves to gossip with you.

✴ he is SO FUNNY. we have to stop pretending he's not.

✴ for your anniversary he would probably make you a memory book of your whole relationship.

✴ "i love you, good night, dear."

⤷ "are you staying with me? isn't that against the rules?"

⤷ "screw the rules. good night, my love."

✴ you're one of the few ones allowed to use his sword.

✴ loves matching outfits with you.

✴ he said, 'i love you' first. it was an accident when the two of you were in the middle of fighting monsters, and it just slipped.

✴ has your initials in a chain around his neck.

[oneshotnewbie]

Hi, i was wondering if you would write one about Amelia Shepherd as your foster mom or motherly sister - you have anorexia and she is admitting you to the psych ward against your will. meredith is there to support her and you.

Authors note: I'm sorry there wasn't a new story yesterday, but I had another recurring episode of a migraine and it really weighed me down.

ᕚ---ᕘ

In the dark corridor of the psychiatric hospital, the footsteps of the neurosurgeon and the general surgeon echoed as the two hesitantly walked towards the closed door of your temporary stay, Meredith's arm reassuringly placed on the brunette's shoulder. The dim beam of light from the bulb above the door was the only glow at the end of the dark hallway, reflected off the peeling walls. Amelia's heart was pounding in her chest as she gripped the cold metal handle of the door that separated you from her.

She slowly opened the door and entered the room, which was filled with a diffuse light from the bedside lamp. "Hey, sweetheart. I have brought you a visitor," she spoke to you calmly, scrunching her nose as the smell of disinfectant and suppressed suffering crawled into her sinuses. In the corner of the room you sat, curled up on your bed with your legs pulled up to your chest. "Go away, I do not want to see you," you spoke, your gaze was empty, your eyes seemed tired and expressionless as a faint shadow of past joy of life crossed your face.

Amelia hesitated for a moment before approaching the bed. Her hand shook as she gently took your hand. She felt the cold of your skin and the pressure of your fingers weakly recoil and move away from her, sliding further into the corner. Tears welled up in her eyes as she carefully backed away even though she just wanted to hold on to your hand and cling to it so as not to fall into the abyss herself. "Please, y/n.. I love you and missed you," she began to speak quietly, Amelia's words full of pain and desperation. "and you know that bringing you here was the only right decision,"

You were trapped in your world, your sister´s words seeming opaque and incomprehensible as she spoke of the constant fear that tormented her when you stopped eating in your dark hours and were no longer the person she once knew. "You dragged me here and left me with strangers who were supposed to help me. When all I really needed was MY SISTER!" Another grab for your knee vanished into thin air as you evaded away from her touch and her hand instead reached back towards Meredith, who had not said a word yet but was holding a bag that the brunette had brought for you.

With tears in her eyes and shaking hands, she pulled out some personal items and began decorating your new room for the next few months to calm herself down. Amelia had no idea what to say, she felt incredibly guilty. She carefully placed these items on the nightstand next to the bed, as if she wanted to leave a piece of her lost sister behind. Photos of happy times, some books you recently bought and a diary where you once wrote down your dreams and hopes. "Amelia, is it okay if you leave us alone for a moment?" Meredith's bright voice broke through the cramped silence that was almost unbearable and the brunette nodded groggily but thankfully before slowly turning away, her eyes full of pain and helplessness.

With one last, loving look at you, she left the room and closed the door behind her. The click of the door lock echoed through the empty hallway, and behind it she burst into tears as she leaned against the cold wall and slid painfully down. In that moment she knew she had made the right decision, even though it broke her heart that you turned her away. Amelia had placed you in the care of professionals in the hope that you would find help there, but the pain and sadness of seeing you in this fragile and self-destructive state would stay with her forever.

But she also knew that you would both get through this and that you would eventually thank her for saving your life. And as she pulled herself together and walked down the hallway of the hospital into the parking lot, she could not stop wondering what was currently going on in that room with Meredith and you. Meanwhile, Meredith retreated to your room with you, the atmosphere charged and tense as you nervously folded your hands over your thighs. She sat down next to you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "I know this is all very new and very difficult for you. You are probably feeling very hurt, angry and alone, but I want you to understand that your sister never intended to harm you," she began to speak slowly, her hand moving to your face to brush a stray strand of hair from your pale face and tuck it behind your ear. "She loves you more than words can express and she did everything she could to help you."

You hesitantly let her touch you, hurt that she also agreed to your Amelia´s decision and helped her register and accommodate you here. "But then why did she put me in this psychiatric hospital? Why she did not try to help me if she loves me so much?"

"Sometimes, my love, life is not as easy as we wish it to be. Amelia was desperate. She saw how much you suffered, how much you had changed and how you were destroying yourself in front of her eyes. She just knew no more how she could help you. Your sister tried everything, but it felt like nothing was helping and she did not want you to continue to be trapped in this darkness. That seemed to her the only way out to make sure that you Get the support and care you need."

After her speech, you burst into utter tears. Meredith took off her shoes and crawled on all fours to you. She quickly pulled you closer to her, pushing your head into her lap where you clung to her thighs. "But I feel so alone here. I am scared and I miss Amelia and you so much." She stroked your hair comfortingly, gently wiping your cheeks with her thumb every now and then to catch your tears. Her other hand searched for yours, fingers intertwining with yours. "Remember that you are not alone here. The people here will help you and I will always be there for you. I am just a call or a text away and if you want, I can come here with your sister every day after work and spend time with you so that you do not feel alone for at least a few hours.“

"I do not want to blame her but it hurts so much to be here," you admitted quietly, turning your head so that you could look into her eyes from below. A small smile crept onto her lips and she nudged your nose before starting to speak again. "It is okay to have these feelings, to be angry and sad. But please also understand that she acted out of love, even if it does not feel like it in that moment. She did not want you to suffer.“

You lowered your head back to her thighs as you thought about Meredith's words. A spark of understanding glowed in your eyes, and despite the pain, you felt a tiny bit of relief. It was a first step on the road to healing that gave the blonde hope.

[tacosaysroar]

SEVEN

I’m finally painting the living room. I stalled out when my first round of potential colors was too dark, but I got an email yesterday about a 40% off sale at a local paint store and that was just the kick in the butt I needed. Painted two more swatches, picked the one I liked best, and bought two gallons of paint today. Et voila.

Adelaide had her first unchaperoned DATE last weekend: Kung Fu Panda 4. This new boy is into acting instead of sports like the previous boy. The one before that was a musician. Seems like Adelaide is sampling all the different sorts of boys. And why not.

I need to buy a new bathing suit before this summer, probably before Las Vegas next month, and ooooof. I don’t wanna. Ugh. The worst. I think I’m going to order a few different options online so I can be horrified in the comfort of my own home.

Speaking of, I went dress shopping today for that Vegas wedding, and dear god. We MUST all band together and fix dressing room lighting once and for all. I mean, do you want me to buy something or spend the rest of the day despising myself? It’s very unclear.

Last night, a VERY large spider crawled over Adelaide’s book as she was reading it and then ran across her bed and under her pillow. She . . . was not brave about it.

I made a very impulsive decision yesterday. A jewelry store here was having an inventory reduction sale (moving locations) and Saturday was an additional not-insignificant percentage off on diamond stud earrings. So I bought a nice pair in a very respectable cut and clarity to save for Adelaide’s college graduation or when she turns 21, etc. It feels a little silly considering she’s only 13, but it was a good deal (according to my hasty googling) and I figure by the time she’s done with college I may not have much money for an expensive gift. Now I just have to figure out where to keep them until then.

NFA is the absolute best. (And yet somehow keeps getting better?!) He’s ruining the curve for all other men. Absolutely destroying it. I get to see him in Vegas in three weeks, here and Asheville at the end of May, and then (as a post-birthday present) he’s taking me to St. Martin/Maarten in July and I. CANNOT. WAIT. There will be monkeys (MONKEYS!!!) and tropical birds and nude beaches and we’re staying in this beautiful little place way up in the rainforest with amazing views and have I mentioned how excited I am?!?!

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

Insult to Injury

Homeward Bound by Zuesue for @honelle56 (T | WIP | 3k)

#bathing/washing #hurt/comfort Dream and George want to go home. They find it together.

Thank you to everyone who commented and shared my fic yesterday! Here's the penultimate chapter.

Happy reading!

(Fic under the cut for those who prefer reading on Tumblr)

The nurses wake George every couple of hours. They say they’re monitoring his vitals, but Dream knows enough to understand they’re making sure his concussion isn't getting worse.

George is accommodating, but Dream knows the lack of sleep is getting to him. He isn’t grouchy to the nurses (of course he isn’t) but by the fifth check-in, he’s demanding Dream for a smoothie.

“It’s six a.m. George.”

“Gimme smoothie.” His voice is smothered by the pillow he’s placed over his eyes. The lights are still dimmed, but maybe the headache is getting worse from the lack of sleep. “I want a smoothie.”

“George—”

“Now, Dream.”

Dream sighs, but he stands up from his chair. He stretches. “Anything else you want, my King?”

“No, that will be all peasant.” George shoos him away, and Dream chuckles to himself while he goes in search of the cafeteria.

If he’s being honest, Dream hasn’t slept the entire night. The chair was too uncomfortable, plus he’s been too busy researching concussion recovery and texting Sapnap all the things they need to buy. He’s sent Sapnap at least a dozen articles on Discord of various products money can buy. And, his schedule is already fucked, so what’s one more sleepless night if he can make George feel a little more comfortable when he gets home.

“So, good news and bad news,” Dream announces as he walks back into George’s room.

George rolls over and flips him off.

“Bad news: there were no smoothies in the cafeteria.”

“Ugh.” George starts sitting up, rubbing his eyes. “Okay.”

“But, good news is,” Dream says, producing two smoothies from behind his back, “you can apparently fucking DoorDash the hospital.”

George laughs as Dream hands him his smoothie. The two drink in silence for a moment. It’s good, the smoothie. Dream doesn’t often go for the sugary smoothies, but he didn’t feel like ordering something else. Besides, he gets to share the experience with George, which counts as a win in his book.

“Has Sapnap texted yet?” George asks.

Dream thinks of the last text he had gotten from Sapnap at 3 a.m., reading dude shut the fuck up and go to sleep. “Uh—well.” He takes a big slurp of his smoothie. “He hasn’t texted if the house is ready yet.”

George grumbles. “We can’t leave yet even if it was,” Dream adds. “The nurses haven't come by to discharge you.”

“But I’m fine, Dream. Take me home now.”

Dream takes another sip from his smoothie as he shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says. “Not until the nurses discharge you.”

“Now.”

“No.”

“Now.”

“No.”

“Dreeeeeaaaam,” George whines. He takes another big sip of his smoothie before putting it down on the bedside tray and flopping dramatically onto the bed. He pouts for a moment, but then he stops. He looks up at Dream with wide, soft eyes, and practically flutters his eyelashes. “Please?” he pleads, giving him an innocent look. “Ask? For me?”

Dream sighs again. No wonder Sapnap says I don’t have a backbone. “I’ll…go talk to the nurses.”

“Thank you!” George smiles, the small, real one he only gives Dream (and sometimes Sapnap), and when Dream leaves the room to look for the nurse, Dream thinks maybe it’s alright that his soft spot is for George.

It takes a few more hours (much to George’s chagrin), but the nurses eventually clear George to go home. Dream has bought George a pair of women’s sunglasses from the shop (“They have the best coverage and darkest lens George!”), so with George’s eyes closed to block the sun, Dream is able to lead him by the arm to the car without a problem.

Driving back is a weird experience. Dream feels himself being extra careful on the road, even though it wasn’t really a car accident that got George injured. He’s mindful of every bump, every turn on the road. He can’t help but wonder if George is thinking about it too, or if he’s just being paranoid.

When they get home, George says he feels gross and wants to take a shower. And before he can stop himself, Dream blurts out: “Why don’t you use my bathroom.”

George turns to look at him. They’re still sitting in the garage, waiting for Sapnap to confirm the lights are off or dimmed in the house, and Dream curses himself for starting this conversation in a confined space where he can’t run away. “Uh,” George says. “Why?”

“Well—you see, my bathroom has an adjustable light switch.”

George stares at him. Dream fidgets with his hands. “I know,” George says. “Mine does too.”

“Yeah—well, I also have candles if you don’t want that, and bath bombs and, um, oils—not for that!” he exclaims at George’s face. “They’re for scents, essential oil shit. You shouldn’t use them for—I don’t use them for jerking off, and you don’t have to either, wait—”

“Dream.” George is full-on grinning now, and Dream’s face burns. “Who said anything about jerking off?”

“...I did. But you don’t—don’t have to, unless you want to, but then don’t use those, I have other stuff—not that you are going to, y’know, but if you wanted to, I can get you—”

George is full-on laughing now, and Dream feels helplessly embarrassed.

“Shut up! It’s been a day, I don’t know what you want.”

“And you think I need to jerk off?”

“Oh my god—”

“Fine, okay, I’ll use your stupid bath,” George says. “Will that make you happy?”

“Yes.” Dream nods, then pauses. “Will you need—”

“No, Dream.”

Dream’s phone buzzes with a text. He immediately grabs it, glad to have a distraction from this conversation. Never mind that he caused it. “It’s Nick,” he says. “We’re clear to go in. I’ll uh.” He gestures vaguely. “I’ll get it prepared while you grab your stuff.”

“Okay.” George is still smiling. Dream nods again, and gets out of the car, opening George’s door before walking toward the exit. Before he shuts the door behind him, he hears George call out, “Dream?”

Dream turns back around.

“Don’t grab the lube.”

He feels his face heat, and he can hear George’s laugh echoing behind him as walks away.

Goddamnit.

About ten minutes later, Dream has the bath prepared, with candles placed along the counter and floor. He’s using the cheap plastic candles because the real ones he has would flicker, and he’s not sure if those would hurt George’s eyes or not.

There’s a knock on the door, and Dream looks up from where he’s fiddling with the bath bombs. “Come in!” he calls.

George walks in, holding a towel and pajamas. He stops. “Dream,” he says. “What the fuck.”

“Okay, look.” He gestures at the quite substantial number of products on the ground and around the bathroom. “I didn’t know what you wanted—”

“So you bought out the drugstore?”

“Shut up, there’s not that much.”

George places his clothing and towel on the counter and walks over to the assortment of bath supplies. “Dream, this is crazy.” He picks up two bottles and squints at them. “Why do you have two shampoos?”

“Stop that, you’re not supposed to be reading right now.” He grabs the bottles out of his hand. “The fans send me products, and I don’t want them to go to waste.”

“Why don’t you just give them to your sister?”

“Wow, can’t believe GeorgeNotFound is sexist.” George freezes at that remark, and Dream backtracks. “No, wait, don’t listen to that. Dumb joke.” He clears his throat. “I do give them to my sisters. And my mom. But, some of the stuff is good, and I do occasionally use some.”

George rolls his eyes, but he gets up. “Whatever Dream. Just get me the normal stuff then.”

Dream scoffs at that, but he grabs a fairly typical shampoo and soap and puts it closer to the tub. He grabs one of the seven bath bombs he has (he likes them okay?), and places it on the edge of the tub.

“You just put it in the water and it’ll—why are you shirtless?”

George looks at him like he’s crazy. “Because I’m about to take a bath?”

“Yeah—but I’m still here.”

“Well, no one asked you to be.”

Dream’s face heats, but he stops messing with the bath and gets up. “Well, then.” He waves his hand. “I’ll get out of your way.” He heads to the door.

“Wait.”

Dream looks back over his shoulder. George has turned to where he’s standing. He shifts his weight to his other foot. Mumbles something.

“What did you say?”

“I said,” George says, “you could stay if you wanted.”

Everything gets quiet in Dream’s head. “Huh?”

George does a half-shrug with his shoulder, but he shifts his weight again. Nervous. “Well, you smell as bad as me right now.”

“Wha—I don’t smell.”

“—and you didn’t shower last night because you were with me, so.” He looks up into Dream’s eyes, and something must give him the wrong impression because George begins to backtrack. “It’s not like I’m forcing you to stay, Dream, you can say no.”

“I mean—I don’t.” Dream feels off-kilter. “Do you even want me to stay?”

George scoffs at that. “Why would I ask if I didn’t want you to stay?”

“Well—okay, that’s true.” He thinks about it for a moment.

Since George has arrived, their relationship has taken some…interesting turns.

He should’ve expected as much. His friendship with George has never been typical, and he should have anticipated that, on George’s first night home, he would end up in Dream’s bed.

“How are you still awake,” Dream had asked when George came barging in after the fireworks.

“Can’t keep up with my stamina?” George had teased, which had made Dream choke on a laugh.

“You’re so fucking weird George.” Dream had laid back down on the bed, and a moment later, he had felt George lifting the sheets up and climbing in as well.

There was a beat of silence, and then the bed shifted as George turned to face him. “Is this okay?” he had asked.

Dream had turned his head as well to look at him. He could feel the way the bed dipped closer, the extra warmth from another body in the sheets. ”Uh, yeah,” Dream had said. “It’s—um, like we’re sleepcalling, but IRL, right?”

George had scoffed, and Dream had felt the air on his face. Not exactly like sleepcalling, he had thought, but Dream couldn’t say it wasn’t a welcome change. “You’re so dumb,” George had replied, but even in the dark, Dream could see his smile.

It had only taken a few moments more for them to fall asleep, and even though it wasn’t a regular occurrence for them to share, boundaries between them had never adjusted to “normal ass friendship boundaries,” as Sapnap put it after he caught them napping together on the couch.

“I can, um, stay, yeah."

George smiled. “Alright.” George started pulling down his pants, and Dream immediately averted his eyes. “Get naked then.”

This isn’t weird, he tells himself. They’ve shared a bed. They’ve cuddled for hours at a time. They even kissed twice: once on New Year’s, when the high of finally being home and being able to embrace the new year together ended with a soft peck and a firm hug; another after a drunken night in January when they were, once again, in love with life and in love being together. Not, together together, and not in love with each other. Just very happy to share a life. Together.

(Even if that night had also ended in a bed, snuggled warm and close.)

It honestly won’t even be the first time he had been naked around George. Their house had an open-door policy that included bathrooms: if George needed something, he would often walk in while Drem was changing or in the bath.

And even though Dream tried to be respectful of George’s space when he first arrived, George allowed him to see. Whether that was inviting Dream in while he was taking a shit, or it was insisting Dream stay by his side while the doctor gave him steroids, there was little Dream had not seen of George’s body.

And yet, this felt different. More intense. More intimate.

Dream pulls his hoodie over his head and shucks off his sweatpants. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees George getting into the bath, so as soon as he’s naked, he walks over to join.

Only to come across a problem.

“Where do I go?”

George looks at him as if he is losing it. “Inside the bathtub.”<

“Yeah—but like, where do I sit?” If he sits on George's opposite side, their legs would be too close together to be comfortable, and this is supposed to help George relax, not make him more uncomfortable. Maybe this is a bad idea, maybe he should leave—

“You’re gonna sit behind me. Obviously.”

“That is—that is not obvious!” he sputters. “It’s perfectly reasonable to ask where I’m going to sit if we’re two men sharing a bath.”

“So,” George says. “It’d be different if we were heterosexual;?”

“...what!?”

George dissolves into giggles. “Wow, I can’t believe Dream is homophobic.”

“I don’t—I’m not—whatever, scoot over.” George moves forward so Dream can climb in behind him, and, suddenly, they’re sharing a bath.

t’s still a bit tight. They’re two grown men, after all, and the bath was built for one occupant, not two.

But, it’s nice.

Really nice.

It’s a tad slippery. They don’t smell the greatest. Dream’s dick is literally against George’s back. It should be awkward.

But all those facts aren’t what Dream is focusing on.

George is a solid weight against his chest. He’s not that small, but against Dream, he feels small. Like Dream can hold him here, keep him safe from the world.

His arms are around George’s waist because of the position, and he can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. If he wanted to, he could put his hands on George’s stomach and feel the softness of his tummy and the muscles beneath. If he went lower, he could feel so much more.

He doesn’t. He doesn’t want to. Not right now. This is a tender moment. A quiet moment. Right now, he wants to hold his best friend and relax after their ordeal.

And so, he does just that.

He reaches over and places the bath bomb he picked into the water. It fizzles as it dissolves, and George reaches out to touch it, delighted. While he’s distracted, Dream pours some shampoo into his hand. George’s hair is already wet, so he lathers his hands up and begins rubbing circles into George’s scalp.

He will go to his grave before he ever tells George, but when George had gotten his hair for him, he wondered what it would feel like under his hands. At the had rationalized it as loneliness. Maybe it was, in part. The pre face-reveal times were not without loneliness.

But, another part understood that he wanted to know because he wanted to know everything about George.

Because they’re best friends.

It isn’t an extraordinary experience. It’s just washing hair. However, as he’s rubbing the shampoo into George’s scalp, it soothes him in an almost intrinsic way.

He’s taking care of George. He’s making his head, the injured part of him, feel better. He’s making his best friend happy.

It isn’t long before he’s gathering water and pouring it over George’s head (making sure to shield his eyes first of course). Before he’s able to start on his body, George asks, “Can I wash your hair too?”

“Uh.” He can’t think of a reason to decline. “Sure.”

George grabs the bottle from the side and turns to face Dream. The water gets dangerously close to spilling out, so Dream helps him move until George is perched on Dream’s thighs. He’s looking into George’s eyes without needing to look down, for once.

“You’re so small,” he tells him, and George smacks Dream’s head. “Ow!”

“I am not.” George pours some shampoo into his hands and begins lathering it between his fingers.

“That’s not fair—I can’t even hit you back.”

There’s a beat of silence.

George stops soaping his hands.

“Well,” he finally says. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“George—“

“Tilt your head toward me,” he interrupts Dream before he can say…something. He obliges, giving his head as an offering.

George takes his time getting the shampoo into the roots of his hair, then gently applies the rest while making sure he doesn’t pull on his curls. It’s more methodical than what Dream did, but he’s as thorough. He's good at taking care of Dream.

He's always good at taking care of Dream.

A minute later, he’s scooping water to rinse out the suds, brushing the hair out of Dream’s eyes when he’s done. Their eyes meet for a moment, and for a brief instant, Dream thinks, He’s perfect.

The rest of the bath goes without incident. They take turns using the body wash on each other, rinsing with the bath water, and shifting positions for better angles. It’s easy. It’s simple. It’s Dream and George, of course it would be.

They get out of the bath, taking turns drying the other off before facing away as they get changed. They don’t need to, they’ve already seen everything. But it feels right in the moment.

They make their way back into the bedroom, and Dream offers to nap together since they didn’t get much sleep.

“We can watch Better Call Saul with the stuff blind people use so you can understand.”

“I have a concussion, I’m not blind, Dream.”

“Yeah, but you can’t look at the screen, so.” George looks incredulously at him, so Dream changes tactics. “Or, we could just talk. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

George gives him the soft smile again, but he shakes his head. “I’m good.” He reaches out and grasps Dream’s hand. Squeezes. One. Two. Three times. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, alright?”

Dream nods. George turns and leaves the room.

And even though George isn’t with him, the bed feels warm when Dream falls asleep.

[meraki-yao]

Transcription and Translation of Taylor's Little Red Book Livestream (9th December 2023, to the best of my ability)

Q: Question A: Answer

Side Banters:

H: Host T: Taylor Anything in brackets: me or additional elaboration

Q: Asking him to share his experience of city walking in Shanghai earlier today

A: They went to Yu Garden which Taylor said was incredible, and he tried 糖葫蘆 Tanghulu, a traditional Chinese sweet which is candied Chinese Hawthorn

Q: How was the past few days for him and where did he go

A: He's been in China for four nights now (He came by himself btw) First night he stayed at the J Hotel which is the third tallest building in the world and the tallest hotel in the world. After that, he went to 濮院 (the venue for the GQ event) for two nights and it was incredible

Q: How's his jetlag?

A: It's hitting right now 😂 He's been drinking a lot of tea and getting better

Q: What led him to choose to become an actor instead of a competitive swimmer

A: That was an easy choice, he swan for 10 years and then decided he didn't want to swim in college, and then decided he didn't want to be a doctor (his brother's a doctor) and maybe disappointed his parents (H: No way!) It was a hard decision but he decided to move to LA and pursue acting (H: and you made it!)

Q: How is he enjoying being an actor?

A: It's tough, ups and downs. It's kind of like swimming, it's an individual activity, but you also get to collaborate with the community, which is fun.

Q: What are his favourite three movies and why?

A: The Matrix, Fight Club and Interstellar, he likes movie with a twist

Q: What type of music does he like

A: Deep House, Tropical House, Reggaeton

And then the host taught him a couple of Chinese phrases

Q: What sparked his interest in fashion

A: His dad bought him a subscription to GQ when he was younger which started his interest in fashion, and then he started watching fashion-related movies (like Brad Pitt in Allied) which further cultivated that interest. Maybe in the future, he'll try out characters like that

Q: Did he meet any friends in the GQ event?

A: He met Li Xian who he met in Italy earlier, otherwise met a lot of new people.

Q: Why is he passionate about being eco-friendly when it comes to fashion?

A: It was inspired initially by his mom. They lived in the countryside with horses, cows, and fields away from the city, and he has seven siblings (he's the sixth oldest/ third youngest) so there are a lot of hand-me-downs and not a lot of new things, so the family kept on using the same things. He gained a deeper awareness of the issue in recent years.

Q: Talk a bit about fashion sustainability

A: A lot of fast fashion material and clothes are thrown out really soon and disposed of really quickly (despite still being in good shape) but a lot of clothing material, especially synthetic fabric can't be recycled, so it's just like throwing out plastic. Actually, a lot of clothes can keep being reused and styled. He's had the inner shirt he's currently wearing for four years.

Q: Any future plans?

A: He has a film project early next year and there are other things he's excited about but can't talk about yet

Q: Is he going to Shanghai Disneyland?

A: He wants to but he doesn't have time

H: You don't even need to go to Disney you look like a Disney character already! (Damn right!!!)

Q: What food have you had in China so far?

A: Don't get him started on the subject of food 😂 He's had a Shanghainese Lunch today and a Cantonese (YAY) lunch yesterday, and he's looking for some spicy food for tomorrow. Also, he had a really crazy allergic reaction and his lips got giant (???). He needs to be careful with food.

T: I see talk about RWRB, what do you want to know? I'll give some secret intel

(me: YESSSSSSSSSS FINALLY)

RWRB questions speedrun:

Q: sequel?

A: ... He doesn't know. He says he thinks Casey has to write another book for that.

Q: Deleted scenes?

A: They're deleted for a reason (DUDE)

Q: BTS?

A: He says he has some on his phone and he would show us but he doesn't have his phone right now, he might post it later (PLEASE DO)

H: He's leaving after three days

T: (reading off comments) Come visit Hong Kong next time? Yeah! (me, who lives in Hong Kong: AHHHHHHHHHH)

Q: Do you know any Chinese nicknames of yours?

A: 忒樂. (tei le, or "Tay"-le) meaning too happy (I made a list of the boys' Chinese nicknames here)

Annddd... That's it! The live was pretty short, like 20 minutes? He ended it by picking up the phone and showing the audience the Shanghai city view himself (I was too busy typing to get a screenshot)

All transcription or interpretation mistakes are mine

[the---hermit]

31|03|2023

In the past few months I have been feeling the weird urge to do stuff like getting piercings and new tattoos. I haven't acted on it yet, but I was thinking about it yesterday and I feel just like I did when I was younger and I had this need to, I don't even know how to put it, reclaim my body? Decorate myself? I definitely can tell where it's coming from, I've been going through a lot of changes and I feel again as if I have to find myself or get to know myself better. It's like for some reason my brain associates those things with this process, because the more I think about it the more I realize that when I went to my first wave of getting piercings and my first tattoos I was going through some similar things I am experiencing now. It's really weird and to be honest I haven't even really figured it out yet well myself, but everytime I look at myself in a mirror I just get this wave of excitement to get more ear piercings, and I want to get my septum done, and I want to get more ink on my skin. I haven't felt such a strong wave of this feeling in years now.

Productivity:

made a chronology line to help me with figuring out what happened when when studying protohistory (I am pretty sure I will make a couple more to write down the different archaeological facies, and that will be real messy)

studied for my history of libraries and reading exam

started to review my protohistory notes (special thanks to my dad who is helping me with this by listening to me speak and asking questions)

practiced Irish on duolingo

Self care:

read first thing in the morning

went to the bookstore with my dad (and note to self never do it again is has a bad influence and I bought two books, it was actually really nice we never really do that but I wasn't planning to buy books)

[wtfuckevenknows]

Last book I . . . .

Thanks for thinking of me @bonheur-cafe & @liminalmemories21, y'all know this is exactly my kinda thing 🫶🏻

. . . bought

Technically this special edition of rwrb but that's a book I've read many many times so I'll also give you a new one and that would be The Reappearance of Rachel Price, which initially didn't have me hooked but then it got me after all and I gave it a whooping ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

. . . borrowed

Since I ran out of books to read at rehab @loveconquersall borrowed me this one when she came to visit and it was pretty good ⭐⭐⭐⭐

. . . was gifted

This one was gifted to me on my birthday last year. Had it in my hands a couple of times before that but was never truly convinced enough to buy it but I eead it on our Canada road trip last year and really loved it. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

. . . gave/lent to someone

I've given rwrb to a friend most recently, and another friend has borrowed A Good Girls Guide to Murder a while ago, but I think the second to last one to borrow a book was @loveconquersall who is busy and not replying to me, but I think she borrowed Meet Cute by Helena Hunting. ⭐⭐⭐⭐

. . . started

I started yesterday, and I'm only two chapters in but I'm not sure yet if I like it... I'll give it a little bit longer before I decide.

. . . finished

Reread The Pairing and I love it so fucking much, I can't wait for y'all to read it (hit me up if you want it 🙊) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

. . . gave 5 stars

Technically also The Pairing but since it was just a reread, the one before that was It's Been a Pleasure, Noni Blake, which I wasn't so sure about in the beginning but it really grew on me the further I got. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

. . . didn't finish

This one hurts, because I really liked What If It's Us but I just really don't like the sequel.

No pressure tags: @goodways @loveconquersall @three-drink-amy @carlos-tk @heartstringsduet @taste-thewaste ❤️

[mysteriouslee]

lee!alex switch!sam switch!clover ler!gladis

Today was a slow day, the girls had no assignments, no classes, no dates and for what it seemed, no missions. Thank Christ for that.

Sam lay on her bed, curled up with a good book, listening to Ricky Mathis. Suddenly she heard a shriek from Clover. Then she got up to see the commotion. When she opened her door she witnessed a giggling Alex running as fas as she can away from a determined Clover.

"What's going on!" She yelled, grabbing on to Clover before she ran down the stairs.

"It's Alex! I was trying out this new outfit I got yesterday, then when it was over my head, she snuck up on me and tickled me! I fell over and almost tore the tag off" explained the blonde.

The red head sighed and shook her head. For the past week Alex had been pulling pranks on them and sneaking up on them to tickle them then run away.

"I say it's high time we get ourselves a nice cold dish of revenge" the green clad spy said with a smirk.

Two hours later....

The girls went out for a little while the returned to their dorm. In between Sam and Clover was Alex eating the froyo they bought her.

"I'll pay you guys back as soon as possible, I swear" said the ravenette.

Sam and Clover smiled sweetly and very suspiciously.

"Don't you worry your cute little head about Alex, it's on the house" responded the red clad spy.

"You guys are acting weird"Alex accused, stepping back warily.

"Alex c'mon, we just wanted to treat you,since you want to pay us back, would you mind giving us a hug" Sam asked nicely, however her exspression seemed suspicious.

Alex stared at them with suspicion as they closed in to hug her.

"This has nothing to do with messing with you guys all week, right guys? The orange clad spy questioned.

"What ever do you mean" Clover said awkwardly.

That settles it.

Alex attempted to get away, however Clover over dived foward, toppling over all three of them.

"Oh no you don't!"exclaimed Clover.

Sam found her way on top of Alex beside Clover. "Guhuhys" Alex began giggling nervously.

"Oh Alex, we havent done anything to you yet" Sam pointed out

"Ihih knohow, I cant hehelp ihihit" the ravenette covered her face in embarrassment. Sam and Clover looked over at their friend fondly, giggling to each other. "Just let us know when we go too far Al" Sam said, ruffling Alex's hair. Alex felt delicate nails tracing up her back and the restrained giggles were quick to follow. Next, she felt Sam's palms against her sides. Sam pinched and squeezed Alex's sides up and down and Alex buried her face in the carpet. Sam moved down to Alex's hips and the shriek was immediate. "SAHAHAMMYYYY" screamed Alex.

Clover leaned down to give Alex raspberries on her neck. Alex's whole body convulsed and she tried to buck Clover and Sam off with all her might. "It can't be that bad Alex" Clover remarked

"It is for Alex, she's the most ticklish person I've ever come across" Sam teased

" *snort* PLEAHAHAHASE" Alex cried out "Please what ?" asked Clover Alex shook her head, she wasn't falling for that this time......like the other bajillion and counting times.

A few minutes passed and Samantha and Clover had a managed to reduce Alex to a mess. Alex indicated that she couldn't handle anymore and just as they let up, a trap door opened beneath them. The trio plummeted into Jerry's office, groaning as they nearly missed the couch. "Greetings ladies" Jerry welcomed. "Jer, can I have like a couple minutes to recuperate, Sam and Clover almost just killed me" Alex sighed

"You deserved it you goblin" Clover retorted, reaching over to poke Alex. Jerry snickered at their shenanigans and Gladis's eye seemed to focus in on Clover. Suddenly a few mechanical arms reached over and began tickling Clover, on and under her knees and on her shins, which just so happened to be her worst spots. " *snort* AHAHAHAGLAHADIHIIS" shrieked the blonde. "I'll avenge you Alex" Gladis stated robotically. Sam noticed Gladis turning their gaze over to her, and before she could register anything, mechanical hands were now attacking her stomach. Sam threw here head back and dissolved into cackles. " *hic* *snort* NAHAHAHAH" Sam let out hysterically.

Jerry sighed, I guess the mission can wait a few minutes.

[gargelyfloof118]

The Tale of Yesterday: A Saga in Most of Its Parts.

To start, I don't have the best luck with my vehicles. I tend to break things or just be the common theme among things that break. I have had 4 spark plugs blow, a gas pump die, a leaf spring pop, tread on my tire shred off, been hit by a cop, hit by a plumbing truck, the AC fail in the summer in Texas, among a smattering of other things that were simple to fix or cosmetic. We've been down to one vehicle since before school was out due to a failed starter.

Grandma offered to take a kid on Friday and asked for some eggs. My friend (let's call her A) wanted some eggs. All things I can take care of in one round!

I hauled the kid up, gave Grandma the eggs she wanted, and headed down to my friend's house. I decided to take back roads, thinking it would take me more directly to her house and I could have some much needed down time to myself at the same time. Two birds, one stone.

This particular back road is full of hastily patched pot holes. This particular back road has turns that could rival an A5 race track. I don't know if it was a factor, but I wouldn't be surprised.

I was about a mile from A's house when I heard it. The distinctive clank of something metal bouncing along behind the truck.

Eek! Pull over! What is that??? WHAT IS THAT?? Aw crap... that's not safe.

I get moving, going more gently than before and wincing at every clang. Call Hubs. "Hey, uh yeah, I know you want me home sooner than later, but something fell off the truck and is bouncing along under it. I'm leaving the truck at A's house. I'm sure she will take me home but I need to call her." Call A. "Hey, uh.. I need to leave my truck with you, can you take me home?" And she starts laughing.

She starts laughing for 2 reasons.

1. Her husband (who we will call J) is a mechanic. He does a lot of sidework to help out the family and this sort of thing happens often. He's our go-to mechanic and we are often over at their house. (Like I said, I don't have great luck with vehicles)

2. She had a friend just the night before in a similar situation. Apparently, A went out to book club the day before and her friend bought her home. On the way back, they hear a thud and then metal clanging. Her friend's car dropped its muffler.

So A goes "Did your muffler fall off?" "I think so?" "Is it a long tuby thingy?" "Yeah" "Just park it next to my friend's car, we will have matching pair" I'm trying not to laugh while she's saying this. What are the odds?? Two dropped mufflers within 24 hours! Both on the way to her house?!

I get there, park, take a picture for Hubs, put her eggs on the porch, and she takes me home in a fit of giggles.

I had to then call my mother-in-law and give her the news. "Hey... I need to ask you to do something that you might not like... can you bring the kid home?"

I explained what was going on. We have no vehicle. I, currently, have no way to come get my child. Can you bring him home?

She's not entirely comfortable with the idea. (Understandable) She doesn't have a carseat and hasn't had to drive the kids anywhere before. She might just keep him overnight. We will keep in touch.

Hubs got in touch with our neighbor (the same neighbor who has 2 horses in our pasture) and asked if we could borrow a car just in case. Of course!! Neighbor jumped on it so fast we had a spare car in 5 seconds flat! He's awesome! I was able to go get the kid and get him home. Grandma didn't need to do it, which I could see really made her shoulders relax. She's a good driver, but she was worried.

J decided it was easier to fix the starter in the Jeep than it would be to work on the truck. He came over after dinner and worked on it in our driveway.

Starter works now, but the battery is dead. Neighbor brought over a trickle charger and a jump box to help out. We figured out the battery has a fault and we need to replace it. Neighbor left his car so we could continue to use it. Hubs is supposed to go this morning, but isn't up yet.

On all these parts, I am extremely lucky that everything happened when it did. My child was somewhere safe. I wasn't in a rush to get back to him, and it wasn't necessary that I get him at a certain time. I was very close to my mechanic's place AND his wife was there to take me home. My wonderful neighbor was willing and able to lend a car. Even when I called Hubs to let him know what was going on, I didn't interrupt an important business call. It might not seem like a comedy from the outside, but everything landed so absurdly perfectly that all I could do was laugh the entire day. How odd a day it was.

[folkdevilfables]

MC uses ketchup and mustard to summon the brothers

repost from my instagram @/simeonsblondepeugot

cw: mild swearing

Scenario:

You found yourself in the predicament of not having any chalk, markers or any decent writing/painting tool at hand, however it was urgent so you grabbed your ketchup and mustard bottles from the kitchen to improvise a pentagram and summon your demon brother of choice.

Lucifer

...

why

you have made pacts with SEVEN demons, yet you still chose to summon Lucifer in this situation?

...f, respectfully.

he was just doing very important paperwork for Diavolo, next thing he knew he was standing in front of you, covered in ketchup and mustard from top to bottom

he won't give you any time to run or explain your situation

what kind of flowers would you like on your grave, MC?

Mammon

"What the- OI MC, what the heck?! Wait, is that ketchup on my designer jacket??!"

complains and bickers the entire time, even after all the ketchup and mustard are off his clothes

will try to help you, but will also try to use the situation to his advantage in order to get a date with you

"Now that ya ruined my expensive designer jacket, ya owe me big time! Ya heard me? Ya owe The Great Mammon, MC!"

insists that his jacket now has a stain (it doesn't)

seeing that you summoned him out of all his brothers gives him a mood boost, he very happy boy~

Leviathan

his first reaction was pure confusion

you interrupted him live-streaming a Devil Kart speedrun

as soon as he realizes what had happened, he's like:

"Oh MC, this is just like the one anime I recently watched where something really similar happened...!"

Levi is now in the process of giving you a passionate oral presentation and in-depth character analysis for seasons 1 to 23 while still being covered in ketchup and mustard

will you ever be able to tell him why you summoned him? nobody knows.

legend says he is still ranting to this day

Satan

Satan was just reading a book he borrowed from the Royal Library

said book was among the more rare and valuable ones in the library's inventory

said book now has ketchup and mustard splattered all over its cover and pages

don't worry, the damage can be fixed with a simple spell

he still needs a couple of minutes to adjust to the situation and not lose his temper though

he didn't immediately remember the spell either; the sudden state of the book really caught him off-guard

after that, he will ask you why you summoned him and calmly help you to solve the problem

Asmodeus

same as with Lucifer: Why the hell did you summon him out of all the brothers?!

congratulations

Asmo now has a hysteric meltdown

his hair is a mess (and also sticky) and his new rose cashmere top that he just bought at Majolish yesterday is ruined. good job.

instead of helping you, he's looking for the closest bathroom in a frenzy to fix his appearance

before he hasn't fixed himself to his satisfaction, you won't be able to talk to him properly

unsuprisingly, he is upset at you, even though he knows you had no malicious intent

however, he can't even ignore you for two hours before caving in and wanting to cuddle again <3

Beelzebub

HECK YEAH Beel approves

a couple of seconds after he was summoned, every trace of you ruining the floor is gone

the only remaining evidence is some ketchup on your cheek, which Beel removes with your consent

"MC...I'm hungry..." *cue the roaring stomach*

of course he'll help you with your problem! but maybe food first...?

suggestion: maybe use cheeseburgers for the pentagram next time

Belphegor

unsuprisingly, even being summoned didn't wake Belphie up from his nap

he now has a very wonky two-toned mustache

and he's drooling on the floor

why did you summon him? didn't you see this coming?

good luck trying to wake him up

[anikasheep]

Comfort

Solomon/ AFAB mc

Use mc as your name, no beta but try to gain some peace to face my school works👀👀

Warnings: spoilers, nightbringer setting, not sure if there'd have smut so 18+ for sure, fluff

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Solomon🌟

After the chaos about Asmo's out of control, you noticed that you're playing out of the balance between the 7 brothers and others, especially Solomon.

He travel time to protect you and yet you just put the most of your time with the demon brothers.

Though it's not just because you are the devilsitter, they're your family after all.

However, you felt sorry and guilt when you hang over the night in House of Lamentation 5th in this week.

Solomon protect you from Lucifer and Asmo, he showed up when you need him the most. He always a good listener and reliable.

You want to further your relationship with Solomon more.

So you had a plan.

It's the day when Asmo has the dinner duty.

You gathered your bag and ready to find your master.

"Hey mc! Would you want to come to the House of Lamentation tonight? It's my day to do the dinner duty. And we could try the new nail polishes I've just bought!!"

Asmo waved to you.

"Sorry, Asmo, today is for Solomon. I have to go, see ya tomorrow!!"

You ran out of the classroom. Solomon told you that you'd met in the special lab where Diavolo prepared for Solomon.

When you stopped in front of the lab doors, you took a deeeeep breath...then you knocked three times.

"Solomon it's me, can I come in?"

"Of course, mc." Solomon opened the door and step aside to make room for you to step in.

"I am glad you're here so early... and surprised that those brothers would let you come here so early."

"Oh! I told them that it's your day and I have to go..." You hold your bag tighter which on your shoulder.

Solomon seemed like a bit of shocked.

"That's... impressive, my day you said?"

You nod in silence and Solomon smirked.

" I must say I'm not expected this at all, mc. But still...I can't deny the joy feeling blossom in my heart and theough by body..."

He pressed his left hand against his heart and smile while blushing.

" So...what do you want to do right now?"

You shook your head.

"It's my question to you, Solomon. What do you want to do right now?"

You looked around the surrounding, some scroll looked rare are opened on the table, and some essentials of mechanics on another one.

Maybe it's the wrong time ?

"If I disrupted your researching or something important, we could do another day."

You quickly add, and felt bad for interrupting his plan, you're just ask him where he'd be when the class over yesterday night, it's might happen and reasonable if Solomon want to finish his own things first after all.

"Um? It's not really that in hurry, besides, the chance to be with you is rarer than finishing my new toy. I suppose it's my loss if I don't cherish this special lucky day."

He took your hand and push the door opened.

"Come on, let's go back to the Cocytus Hall. I've had some plans for the rest of the night."

You two prepared the dinner tonight, though Solomon wants to try some new ingredients for his recipe, you defended your meal successfully.

Later, when he takes some books and sits on the love-seat sofa, you sit on the soft rug rather than next to him.

"Uhm? mc, what are you d..." You lay your head on his thighs.

"You know, I've kind of wanted to do this for a while. But I bearly have the time."

He chuckles when he hears you, his long hands ruffle your hair tendency. You close your eyes and sigh at the amazing feeling of his warm touching.

The peace dances around you two, the cracking of the woods in the wall fire luring you into the safe darkness...

Solomon bent and kissed the top of your hair.

"You know when you did these, it's harder for me to let you go... but I assumed that you don't want me to, do you?"

He whispered to himself and grinned.

"And I wish that you'd only do this for me. I knew you seldom do this to the other ones. And I'm glad that you chose me. I think I'm the first one, right mc?"

He covered a soft blanket on your shoulders, used his magic to lift his legs higher, and lay on a sofa stool.

His left hand brushed your hair last time.

"Good night, my favorite apprentice."

[raychleadele]

It’s my last day of winter break before heading back to school and it’s been a busy doll time!

I acquired Kaya yesterday! She appears to be a very early edition and is in stunning shape. I found her along with her entire series of 6 books for an absolute steal on Facebook yesterday. Kaya was the last historical character to be released before I lost interest in dolls as a child, and she’s the first whose books I didn’t read so I’m thrilled to get her books along with her! I’ve thought about adding her to my collection for a while, and I think it’s a tragedy she’s the only Native American doll they’ve ever produced. I’m happy to have her and excited to get to know her!

I have been on the lookout for Josefina’s original real leather moccasins since she joined my collection over a year ago, and this week I finally found them! I had to replace the laces but I don’t mind because they’re in great shape and the price was reasonable. They just arrived this afternoon and I changed Josefina from her Navidad dress to a cozy outfit to go with her new shoes.

This afternoon I finished making a new dress for Kirsten! I bought the shirt this fabric was taken from at a Goodwill months ago and have had the pieces cut out for nearly a year. I’m so glad I finally got a chance to put it together! I think the pattern of the fabric is lovely - it’s a blue, brown, and cream plaid with the occasional blue chevron stripe. I think it will pair well with some of the aprons and shawls I already have for her, so I’m excited to style her!

I’m expecting a couple more accessories for two other dolls to arrive over the next couple days, so the doll excitement isn’t over yet!

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

happy new year

Summary: You agree to go to a new years eve party with your friend, flying out all the way to mallorca only for her to ditch you to spend time with her boyfriend. Looking for a quiet place on the estate you find a man also escaping the party.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 1.8k

Rating: G

Warnings: fluff, some kissing, more fluff

A/N: Happy new year everyone! Thank you for being so nice and supportive all throughout the year. I can't wait to see what next year brings 💞

When your friend had asked you earlier this month if you’d like to join her on a New Years eve party you downright ignored her. 

Maybe you were wrong but New Years Eve parties always seemed weird to you. People getting drunk and celebrating just because everyone did?

No. You had a hot date with your book in the bathtub, celebrating the beginning of a new year by yourself. 

So… why the hell were you putting make-up on two hours before you agreed to go with her to this party on December 31st?

You were in your own hotel room, in another country, frankly starving because you haven’t had anything more to eat than a sandwich this morning. 

This, agreeing to coming with her, was spontaneous and so so outside of your comfort zone. 

Yesterday morning you agreed to go to Mallorca, now you were in a hotel with a dress you had bought a year ago because you had to have it, even though you did not know when you could wear it. Guess you finally had the right occasion. 

You guess it could be worse, celebrating the new year in a luxurious finca owned by a millionaire in Mallorca you did not know. How did your friend get those invitations again?

Ah yes. Her lover, as she calls the man you hadn’t met yet. 

But who were you to complain?

Instead you reached for the mini bottle of champagne on the table. Might as well get started with the party. 

“So I finally get to meet your mysterious man?” you asked as you sat next to your friend in a dark SUV that had picked you both up from the hotel. The beautiful landscape of the island flew by as the sun slowly set over the ocean. 

It was truly beautiful. 

“Yes! I’m so excited for you to finally meet him.”

“How did you two meet anyway?” you asked. 

“He was one of the producers of the movie I worked on earlier this year.”

“The romantic one?”

“No, the one with Nic Cage.”

“Ahhh, that one,” you nodded, winking at her. She had told you about meeting someone there who had given her the night of her life. Guess it wasn’t just one night.

The last year had been hard for you. You started a new job (hoping you wouldn’t hate it as much as your last one but surprise you did) and had to move, leaving you to neglect your friendships. But you had vowed to yourself to change that the coming year, starting with this trip. 

“Yeah. He’s…. I really like him.”

“And it’s his party?” you asked. She shook her head. 

“No. It’s the party of the screenwriter of the movie. I met him once. Javi is… He’s like the big brother you always dreamed of? Goofy and adorable and… A human puppy?” she smiles. You chuckled. 

“I’m really glad you came with me,” she then said, taking your hand. 

“I’m glad too.”

You had met Philipp, your friend's lover slash boyfriend. He was a nice guy from Australia who looked at her like she was his whole world. 

He showed you around the finca before the both of them excused themselves because he “wanted to show her something else”. 

That was two hours ago.

Since then you’ve been wandering through a crowd of people you did not know and most likely would never see again, getting more and more annoyed by the minute. 

You were the last one to complain about them spending time together after not having seen each other in weeks. But she was your friend, bringing you to a party of strangers, knowing you were not the best at getting to know new people. 

The place was beautiful though. A dream really, high on a cliff, overlooking the ocean. You wondered if it was as cosy inside as it was outside. 

You made some polite conversation for a while before you loaded a plate full of food at the buffet and went to search for a quiet place on the estate, away from the people. 

And you found one. The music from the party was only a quiet background noise in the far distance as you walked onto a terrace with only a table, a couple of chairs and some torches lit. The terrace was overlooking the ocean.

But there was someone sitting there, of course there was. It was a man, who turned his head towards you, probably alerted by your footsteps. 

“Oh I’m sorry. I was looking for some quiet to…. I’ll go,” you mumbled. 

“You do not have to. Stay. This might be the only quiet place tonight around here,” he said, his voice warm. He got up from where he was sitting, turning fully towards you. 

He was very attractive. 

There was a small smile on his plush lips. His eyes were dark from what you could see, the torches and the moon the only light source. 

“Yeah. The party is really something, huh?” you asked with a sigh, a smile on your lips as you tried to decide if you should sit down. 

On one hand he was a complete stranger who seemed to also have fled from the crowd. The suit he was wearing looked expensive, yet he was wearing…. Flip flops?

“I did not think we would invite so many people. But my assistant thought it was a great way to connect with people…” he hummed. 

“Are you….” you tried to remember the name your friend had given you. 

“Javi. I am Javi Gutierrez,” he said and you nodded with realisation. 

“Yes. My friend told me about you, before she ditched me to hang out with her boyfriend,” you huffed, with a seemingly annoyed eye roll, yet keeping the smile on your lips. 

“That is not nice,” he shook his head.

“No, it’s not. And I don’t know anyone but her here…”

“You know me now,” he smiled and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“That’s true. I think I’ll stay for a moment.”

“Favourite…. Comedy series?” you asked and Javi sighed, pouting at you. You were sitting next to each other so you could look at the ocean. Theoretically. Yet you both only had eyes for each other. 

“Do I have to pick just one?” he asked and you nodded. 

“You made the rules,” you shrugged. 

“I do not like the rules anymore,” he groaned and you giggled. 

Spending time with Javi was easy. It was like you had known him for years, making it easy to talk to him for hours about whatever came to your minds. 

He was a big movie geek and had told you that he was currently working on another script of a romance movie. 

“I miss romance in my life. So I wanted to write about it,” he’d said and you could not believe that this incredible man was missing romance in his life. 

He seemed like a lottery win. 

Funny, charming, intelligent, very very handsome, and those eyes…

And a total gentlemen, offering you his suit jacket when he had noticed that you were cold.

More than once since you had sat down next to him did you ask yourself, how in the hell he was still single.

“So I think I am going to go with… the good place,” he finally said and you grinned. 

“I loved that one too. Haven’t seen the latest season yet though.”

“You have not? I have it here, we could watch it,” he said and you grinned teasingly. 

“Your house is full of people, Javi. And… I… ,” you wanted to make a joke about Netflix and chill being something for date three earliest, but decided against it. 

“Would you like to go to… dinner with me first?” he asked and you bit your lip as you looked at him. 

“I would like that a lot, Javi,” you nodded. He gave you a wide smile. 

“How long are you here?” he reached for your hand.

“I leave tomorrow. I have to work the day after,” you said with a sad smile and his smile fell before he pursed his lips. 

“Then I’ll take you out to dinner where you live tomorrow,” he said and you blinked at him. 

“What?” you asked. 

“I do not have anything planned. I can come with you,” he shrugged and you laughed, even if a little nervous. 

“Javi, you can’t just…. Follow someone across the ocean you have only known for some hours,” you shook your head confused. 

He frowned.

“How else am I getting to know you better then?”

You could have swooned, sighing with a dreamy smile at him. 

“You really want to get to know me better?” you asked surprised.

“Of course I want to.”

“You’re…” you shook your head with a smile. 

“And then when we know each other better, I will invite you back here so we can watch The good place in my cinema.”

“Of course you have a cinema,” you chuckled and he smiled. 

You could hear people beginning to count down from 10. 

“Oh… it’s already so late?” you asked yourself. 

“It seems so,” Javi said, still holding your hand. 

When the count ended at one, and cheers for the new year were yelled you smiled at him. 

“Happy new year,” you whispered and Javi brought your hand up, kissing the back of it. 

“Happy new year,” he hummed with a bright smile and you sucked your bottom lip in so you would not smile dumbly at him. How was this man even real?

“You know where I come from, people kiss on the lips at midnight,” you said quietly. 

“Where are you from then?” he asked with a grin. 

“Uh… Earth?” you joked and he laughed, before he leaned closer, letting go of your hand, to brush his fingers over your cheek and jaw. 

You were pretty sure he could feel your heartbeat beneath his fingers from how hard it was pounding. 

“Happy new year then,” he hummed before he closed the distance between the two of you to press his lips softly against yours. 

You closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss, one of your hands coming to rest against his chest. Quicker than you preferred he parted from your lips, kissing your nose. 

He put his arm around your shoulder as the fireworks started and you leaned your head against him as you both watched them. 

And for the first time in years you could understand why people celebrated the change of the new year. 

Because for the first time you had a reason to be excited for what was to come as you looked at the man next to you.