#it works fine if just for personal items but my bedroom is also my working space and i need much more storage for patreon and clay

[bamsara]

trying not to spend money but also I desire....bookshelf....

[sleepy-platonic-yan]

(Platonic) Yandere Spirits + Teenage Reader.

Hello This Is My First Post. I Hope You Can Enjoy This And The Rest My Blog Will Have To Offer. Please Forgive Any Grammatical Errors.

Reader is gn, but the ghosts refer to them as their son—————

You and your mother had moved into a new house. After the tragic death of your brother and father, the house held way too many memories that made it so even walking down the hall could leave you sobbing.

Your mother wanted to really get away from it all, to go out in the country side and ‘blend with nature’, but that was not unexpected of her, she’s always been distant and ready to abandon things at a moments notice for work or her own personal desires. She would have put you and your brother up for adoption if it weren’t for your dad.

but at the end of the day all this really meant for you was that you have to do school online now cause mom bought a farm house in the middle of nowhere.

she made sure you were fine with it which was a bit unexpected, and at the time you really were! It’s just, the house was built in the Victorian era and had seen years of use, hundreds of families and many deaths. And although the house has had new things added like heating and hot water, the house freaked you out still is all.

As you pulled up to the house, its tall figure landing ominously against the moon in the sky, the house looks like it belongs in a horror movie. The large willow tree beside the house with a rope swing that sways in the wind making a ‘creeeek’ every once in a while doesn’t help either. You suck in a breath and don’t open your door, but your mother either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about your fear as she opens her door.

she goes to the back of the car and opens the trunk before shouting “(Readers name) get out of the car and carry your luggage! I ain’t carrying all of this” you mumble an affirmative and open your door. You keep an eyes on the swing, making a note of how it seems to have stopped for an odd amount of time before getting back into swinging ‘wind must be different over there?..’ you think.

you grab your one duffel bag and a few of moms bags before heading to the front door with her. The gravel path to the front door makes crunching noises with each step, making you hyper aware of how loud you’ve been since the second you got here. You shake your head, it’s fine. This is your house. ‘Is it tho?..’

As your mother grabs her key from her purse, you her a weird ‘crunch’ behind you, like the sound of something starting to walk up the path. You whip around but no one’s there. Damn, barely five minutes here and your already paranoid. Your mother opens the door and you walk in.

as you step in, you step into what seems to be the family room, wood floors throughout the house or as far as you can see. The room has a white couch with soft pink flowers as the pattern and white wood legs. That pattern stays with all the furniture in the family room. There is also a old-ish tv.

“hey mom, do you know why the previous owners left their stuff” you ask a bit suspicious, a huge house with good looking furniture selling for a absurdly low price yet it was on the market for months. There’s gotta be something off.

your mom shrugs and tells you it must just be because they don’t need them. You decide to just go with that. Yeah, they just didn’t need them. You and your mother walk around the first floor of the house a bit before ascending the stairs. The stairs are creaky and give a bit to much for your liking with each step. Again your mother doesn’t mind.

as you get to the next floor, it seems most of the rooms are old bedrooms. Your mother immediately goes to the master bedroom with a small yell of “just take any room, I don’t care”

as you look at the hall full of rooms, non seem particularly interesting or safe. You know you have to pick one tho so you peak in each.

Each room contains different items, but each have a painting of a different person. The only one the not have a creepy painting is one of the smallest, with no windows and the bare minimum items.

you end up picking the one that doesn’t have much furniture other then a bed and a desk. The desk is creaky and wobbles at the slightest push. As you toss your duffel bag on the bed the bed creaks loudly as well. You don’t mind, it’s better than being watched by a bunch of most likely dead guys.

You also don’t have much that you brought, so you don’t need much room. You lay down on the bed. This is fine, your just being paranoid.

as you sit down on the bed, or it’s yours now you suppose, you grab your phone from your jacket pocket. As you turn it on you are blinded for a minute by how bright it is, turning down the brightness, you quickly put in your passcode and flip to discord.

as you open up a group chat between you and a bunch of your friends, you begin to talk to them. You talk for a few hours, even hoping on call and showing them your room (they agree it has a creepy vibe to it), you finally say you have to go to sleep at around 3 am.

you remove the blanket that came from the house as you fear it could be moldy, so you’d prefer to just wash it. You take the duffel bag off the bed and open it, grabbing a blanket. The blanket that came with the house is admittedly much better, your blanket is thin and warm with a few holes. But never the less you turn off the lights and hurry back over the bed.

you realize a bit to late you didn’t change clothes, but in all honesty you don’t want to change in this house.

as you lay back on the bed with a creak, you can’t help but think you see things moving around in the darkness.

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you wake up pretty late in the day. It’s summer break so you don’t have school, or else you would have never stayed up that late. As you sit up you notice oddly enough you’re covered in both blankets, not just yours. You could have sworn you just wore yours but but, uh you must have put it on in the middle of the night!

yeah, that’s what you did. You probably got cold, and put the thicker blanket on for warmth, and if you don’t remember it that’s fine.

As you sit up you notice something on your desk, a piece of paper with a cup of water. As you stand you walk over to the note, it’s from your mom

hey (reader’s nickname), I got a urgent call from work and i need to get back to the office by next week, and I have to leave now to make it. I know I said I work on line these days but they really need me. I know you’ll understand, your nearly a adult you can handle yourself for a few weeks, when I get home I’ll spend lots of time with you.

There’s money attached to the back of the note, and I put all our food from the car in the kitchen.

love - mom

You sigh. it’s always been like this. Seems no matter where you guys live, mom will never be home. You know she works hard but it feels she doesn’t see you as a priority.

although in the back of your mind you recognize the writing looks different then her writing, and she always signs off with her real name and not ‘mom’

As turn the paper around you see that yes, there is money, and it is way too much. 500 bucks. You blink. What. You shake your head, you are not using all of that. You remove the money from the paper and throw the letter in the trash.

For some reason you have a gut feeling not to leave your room. Something feels wrong with this house and it’s even worse with no one else here. You grab your phone again and hop on discord, as you talk to your friends you let them know where you live.

Turns out some friends you met online live real close to you, and they’re cool to come over tomorrow to hang out and keep you company till your mom gets home. You just have to survive today and tonight.

After your friends have to go you’re left sitting on your bed with nothing to do, so you remove the bigger blanket again and decide ‘hey, best way to lose time is to sleep!’ After a bit you slip into unconsciousness.

//change of POV//

as the many pairs of eyes watched their sons eyes close, they can’t help but coo

their sons ‘Mom’ is not fit clearly, so they had to step up. And so far they’ve been doing great, their lovely son is even gonna bring friends over to meet them!

their son is adorable. And all theirs

[emsgwenstan]

Personal or professional?

Chap 1 | chap 2

Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Violet Hastings is a feminine and strong willed woman, who also has a lot of secrets, from her unconventional job to her personal issues, Larissa may be the one who opens violets heart but what is the price?

Warnings: eventual swearing, self criticism, hurt/angst, body issues| this chapter, none?

There it’s a lot in store for this just bare with me it’s only the intro. <3

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“Violet get in here!” My boss called out into the work shop. “Coming!” I yell back, setting down the sand paper on the bench. Quickly making my way to his office I manage to scrape my leg yet again on a protruding piece of timber, with no time I decide against cleaning off the blood that’s now dipping down the length of my leg, when he wants me he wants me now.

Opening the door my breath was caught in my lungs upon laying eyes on the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. “Violet this is miss Weems, she’s looking to have a few cupboards made.” He said half assed with a sigh as if he’s so hard done by. The woman gleamed up at me, uncrossing her legs and extending to her full height. She was tall, very tall but not to much taller than me, already so captivating.

“Larissa.” She said with a deep voice holding out a delicate hand for me to shake. ‘My Larissa you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever gazed at’. I thought as i took her hand and gently yet professionally greeted her properly. “Violet.” I breathed hardly remembering if that was right. The touch lingered a little long, but I’m aching to be eligible enough to feel her hand once again.

“So… what exactly are you looking for.” I asked after clearing my throat. “She wants to get some tall cupboards for classroom storage at that school outta town.” He interjected. I shot him a glare at his rude behaviour. “As I recall I believe I asked miss Weems.” I snapped with a smile, returning my gaze back to her. “Well that is correct, but I was wondering if you had any ideas for the design, I want it to match the interior of the rooms if possible.” She said timidly, her English accent clear and alluring. “Of course I’ll take you to the show room.” I said turning to hold the door open for her.

On the short walk, the air was filled with a comfortable silence, which was nice because I’m not one for small talk. “Here we are, go nuts.” I chuckled. Larissa paced about the room and went from each item on display running her finger tips along the edges. I admired her for doing so, sometimes feeling something is far more important than looking, although that to is quite necessary, but I also admired her, her posture and height, her beauty and kindness, Larissa seems to be the epitome of grace, to which I envy.

“Oh my goodness these are incredible.” she said turning to look at me over her shoulder. I blushed and tilted my head down slightly flustered. “Who ever made all of this is very good, just look at the detail.” smiling and saying nothing, Larissa faced me probably observing my silence. “Did- did you do all of this?” She asked. “Guilty.” I responded returning her gaze. “Well, you very talented, your skill is remarkable.” She said, making me smile in thanks.

“So anything in particular catch your eye?” I wondered. “All of it honestly, but…personally this is my favourite.” Larissa walked a few steps to a vanity i made a few years back, not one that goes in a bathroom but the free standing one’s that go in a bedroom or foyer. I could see how her face contorted into awe at its presents, her eyes scanning over the fine details scribed into marble tops edge and the vintage gold handles, the mirror frame also a painted embellished gold. Larissa looked at me and began to speak again. “You know, this is off topic but… it was quite refreshing to see you walk in before, I thought I would be dealing with another incipient man.” She said not bothering to care if it caused offence. It was absolutely taken as a compliment.

“Well, if I’m being honest, it was lovely to see you to, we get all sorts of different clients who may I say are a handful to deal with, especially since they get palmed off to me considering I’m the only worker.” I replied in hopes of showing my gratitude for her compliance. “Your the only other person who works here… apart form your boss?” She asked almost in a concerned manner. “Yes, no body else finds him tolerant enough to stick around, so really the only reason I’m here is because I have some freedom over what I do, a little blackmail of me leaving and him shutting down for good always seems to do the trick.”

Larissa grinned at my words understanding that you need to play a little dirty if you want to survive in the business industry, something Larissa knows very well. “I tell you what… It’s yours, I have no use for it, I just have to tweak a few things before I deliver it for you.” I said hoping she would like the offer. “Oh no… I couldn’t.” She muttered but her face said otherwise. “Cant or won’t?” I asked almost as if i were daring her just to say yes.

Larissa eventually accepted the offer with much reluctance, her blush didn’t go unnoticed when i grasped her bicep smiling at her when she obliged. “Well, when would you like me to come and take some measurements?” hoping it’s soon so i don’t die of anticipation. “Does tomorrow evening work for you? It’s probably best that you come when students aren’t in the way.” She spoke. “Tomorrow it’s just fine how is four o’clock?” I asked. “Perfect.” She said.

Larissa looked down at her feet for a moment to avoid her crimson cheeks being displayed, but quickly her eyes found my shin. “Oh what have you done? Your bleeding.” She uttered, a look of worry washed over her features. Looking down remembering that i had in fact cut myself. “It’s nothing look at all the other scars, I’m sure you can tell it’s not the first time.” I laughed, shrugging it off as no big deal. Larissa opens her purse and pulled out a plaster holding it out for me to take. “Here.” She said. I sighed and took it thanking her and saying it’s not necessary. “It’s absolutely necessary, you need to look after yourself darling, I have to make sure the woman I need is in good physical health now dont I?” She protested. ‘Darling!? her charm is going to kill me!’.

Walking back to the office I said goodbye and good luck dealing with my boss to finalise some paperwork, Larissa let out a breathy chuckle at the statement and bid me farewell also. I paced back to my bench and resumed the task with only one thing on my mind, a beautiful woman called Larissa Weems.

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The next morning was a drag, it honestly couldn’t go any slower, excitement pulsed though my body as well as butterflies in my stomach, just thinking about meeting Larissa again I’m torn between nervousness and the trill of seeing her, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt so giddy just because of a simple conversation or over anything for that matter.

After securing a few shipments of board to make a wardrobe for another client and doing some required maintenance on machinery it was finally time to drive to nevermore, that in its self was exciting. Before I started the twenty minute drive, i went to the weathervane to get a hot chocolate and a pastry on the way and hesitantly bought another set to offer Larissa. I have never done anything like this before. ‘God is she going to think I’m weird for buying her this? Does she even like this stuff? Let’s hope she’s not lactose intolerant or a gluten free person. God Just. Calm. Down’.

The drive down the road leading to the school was in some way magical, the trees making a canopy was surreal, the sunlight creeping through the branches and casting flickering rays along the windscreen, the cool breeze that was gently blowing the leaves was a beautiful sight. Anything that wasn’t four walls and loud noises was remarkable, it feels like when i take a step outside of the work shop and back into the world I’m alive or regenerated again.

Arriving through the iron gates my face dropped at the sight of the imposing school, it was huge and the architecture was to die for, it had a gothic aesthetic yet a warm nature to it. ‘My kind of place’. Parking in the staff lot, i made my way out of the car taking the drinks and paper bag holding the food and walked to what seemed to be the front entrance.

It was very quiet the only sounds were light howling of wind through the stone halls and hushed conversations of students bathing in the sun sitting in what you assume is the quad, even if it shaped as a pentagon. Walking aimlessly through archways and openings I found myself In front of a staircase, my gut is telling me to at least try to see if I’m in the right direction of her office.

At the top of the stairs there were plenty of painted portraits of people who were obviously previous headmasters and important alumni, all seemingly men to, that was until my eye was caught by a flurry of light colour. Just as I thought it was Larissa, her bright hair pinned to perfection and blue eyes radiant, i give credit to whoever captured all of her beauty, especially that little scare above her lip that i somehow absolutely adore.

My staring was cut short when I heard a door open and heals clicking against the marble floors, whipping around I immediately remember she’s far more beautiful in person. “What a horrid experience that was.” She said nodding towards the portrait. “Looks pretty incredible to me.” I said giving her a grin. “Yes well, sitting in silence for six hours without a break wasn’t very ideal, not to mention having to go back the next day to do it again was dreadful.” She chuckled. She tilted her head to look at herself and grimaced at it. “To be quite honest I try so hard to avoid it every time I step of of my office.” She said softly and turned her gaze back to me. “You shouldn’t it’s beautiful.” I said. With a huff Larissa straightened her posture and regained her mask of professionalism. “Hello violet.” She said realising she hadn’t greeted me properly. “Hi.” I responded.

Larissa turned and placed her hand on my shoulder walking me to her office. As we stepped inside the amazement came back tenfold, her interior was impeccable every colour and material held a rich aesthetic, from layered curtains to thick rugs and simple yet eye catching memorabilia that was effortlessly critiqued into place. She has wonderful taste, the only downside was her desk, a small crappy little thing that I’m sure she has trouble fitting under.

Larissa rounder her desk and sat at her throne of a chair and wordlessly asked you to sit by motioning her hand. “Oh, by the way I wasn’t exactly sure if or what you wanted but I brought you a hot chocolate and and a croissant.” You said holding up the goods. “You didn’t.” She said a grin appearing on her face. “I didn’t know what you liked or if you could eat or drink it, but I just thought I shouldn’t be selfish and offer you something anyway.” You shyly stated. “No I want it, that’s my usual actually.” She said. “I hope Your not lying to not make me feel bad are you?” You asked. “Not at all.” She smiled. “Ok well I have one that’s just plain and one that has whipped cream and marshmallows in it so take your pick.” You said pointing to the designated cups. Larissa bites on her bottom lip as she inches toward the drink with the toppings. “Don’t tell anyone but I have the biggest sweet tooth.” She giggled, the sound alone was a melody you wished to hear forever.

“So tell me about the process of making and installing the cupboards? Is it difficult? How would you manage to trek them into the school? Especially by yourself, I’d help you but I’m afraid I’m rather weak.” Larissa asked after she let out a hum at the taste of the drink, getting lost in her own mind wondering about the questions. You chuckled at her slight concern. “Well we figure out what colour or patterned board your looking for, order it and manufacture it in the work shop and I deliver and install it, as for bringing it here I’ll figure that out.” I said taking a sip of my own drink.

Larissa nodded at my words and seemingly scanned my figure, her eyes ran over the expanse of my body from hair and eyes to my clothes, crossed legs and shoes. I broke the silence feeling a little self conscious under her piercing gaze. “I’m afraid my uniform isn’t nearly as impeccable as yours I’m sorry.” I laughed nervously snapping her back to reality. “No, I was actually admiring, I think florissant pink looks great on you and I adore the pink laces on your boots.” She said politely pointing at your feet. “Oh thanks I guess, I decided that if I were to work in this industry I wanted to look quite feminine, what ever that is right?” I chucked. “Yes I see.” She smiled taking another sip.

After a few conversations about little bits of information and other steps, Larissa guided me back down stairs to a classroom. The whole time I spoke with her I realised how easy she is to talk to, Larissa comes across as sweet and charming, charismatic and intelligent, I do feel like slowly she’s peeling layers of professionalism back and being a little more personable and vulnerable, but so am I, not once have i had someone so friendly and easygoing to work or deal with, Larissa seems to understand my opinions and does everything she can to be as simple as she can to make things easier for me. Although a part of me can’t help but wonder if she’s just only being friendly for the sake of it or if Larissa genuinely likes me as a person.

After discussing the materials and rough estimates for costs Larissa and I walked back towards my car. “I’m really looking forward to seeing the results once everything is finalised.” She said clasping her hands in front of herself. “So am I, I think everything is going to look and function great.” I spoke. For a moment she didn’t say anything and just looked at me, although my gaze was diverted to behind her, a car was backing out rather quickly and without thinking i grasped her wrists and pulled her flush against me to prevent her from possibly being hit.

Larissa was stunned at the sudden movement just as much as i was, the person who was driving stopped and wound down the window, a woman with red hair and glasses far to big for her face gave an apologetic smile “oh my god I’m soo sorry I didn’t see you guys there, forgive me principal Weems.” Larissa gave you a look before stepping back and composing herself. “That’s alright Marilyn, please be careful next time.” She said, you could tell she was slightly annoyed it was actually quite funny. With that the woman drove off leaving myself and Larissa in silence. “Sorry about that.” She said. “How is that your fault?” I asked. “It’s not but…” she began. “It’s fine, I just didn’t want you to be run over.” I stated. “I suppose a thank you is in order than.” “No problem miss Weems.” I said. “Please, call me Larissa, I get sick of hearing that name every waking moment of the day.” The woman asked me hopefully. “Ok than Larissa, I’ll be seeing you sometime soon, don’t overwork yourself, I need you in good shape to tell me your thoughts on things ok?” I half joked clearly mocking her for the previous day, but wished it entirely. “I will darling, take care of yourself as well.” Again with the darling. At that I slipped into the drivers seat of my work car and waved Larissa goodbye heading back down the driveway.

Larissa slowly walked back towards her office stopping every so often to absorb the sunshine’s warmth, before heading down the cold stone corridors. She stepped inside of her room and smiled at the empty cup on her desk, Larissa wrapped her perfectly manicured hands around the paper and went to throw it in the bin, however she stopped in her tracks at the delicate handwriting with a phone number and name marked with ‘vi ;)’. She grinned at herself and whipped out her phone.

‘Meet me at the weathervane in your lunch break tomorrow? ~Larissa.’

@sabraaabra

[zorosbeau33]

Dating them~ Robin Headcanon

❖ One Piece, Robin x genderless reader

❖ Headcanon, Series, Fluff, Suggestive

❖ Tw: None

❖ wc: 1164

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Robin is the gentle mommy kind of girlfriend

You don’t even realize it but she is gently taking care of you without you noticing most of the time

Her devil fruit makes this extremely easy for her, placing a blanket around your shoulders from across the ship, gently catching you with a hand to get you balanced so you don't fall off the ship, helping you haul the rope in the storm, finding your lost item by looking around with extra eyes, etc

Robin is someone who when it comes to her partner uses less gendered terms. Prefers using they/them or terms of endearment like “my sparrow” “the beauty” “my partner” “my lover” “Who? Oh welcome home darling”

She likes calling or referring to you as hers, it's not to be jealously possessive or scare others off most of the time. It is simply that she is so happy to know that you are the person she has fallen for in this lifetime. This queen is convinced that you are the only one for her for the rest of time, she would never if you split up look for another. You are her angel and no one would be able to replace you, or hold a candle to the flame that she burns for you alone

When she does use it as a possessive outside of endearment or wonder, its usually due to one or both of you being in a dangerous situation and to alert one another of such things and tell others they fuck with either of you and the other will make sure there is hell to pay for everyone involved

Robin enjoys having you lay your head in her lap as she reads for some quiet bonding time. 

Her fingers will always be resting on your stomach or carding through your hair (if you have ethnic hair or protective hairstyles she would switch to gently tracing her fingers over your arm to respect the hard work that goes into maintaining it)

This is also a way she asserts herself in private as the top in the situation, she will have you kneel and only let you rest your head on her plush thighs when she feels you’ve earned the privilege back from being a brat/tease

Part two for that, Robin will understand however if such positions are grounding to you in times of anxiety or after lovemaking. If laying your head on her thighs/chest/stomach etc is calming for you she will always be ready to set things aside and go find a comfortable place to do so with you

If anyone of the older Straw Hats knows how to walk their s/o through a rough time it's Robin. She will gently guide you with touch, or words, or a calming presence. Takes great pride in being able to work you down from any heightened state of emotion that is not beneficial to you (ie joy/happiness/excitement)

Will coo and reward you for being her “good little darling~” 

Not huge on PDA in public, not that she has a distaste for it she just likes to spoil you in private away from anyone who might try to tease you for being so tender 

It also goes that she's more on guard for dangers when out in the open, so part of her attention is ensuring that you are safe, rather than trying to enchant you with sweet words and melt you with firm but tender touches

I really see Robin as being the dominant person in the relationship, preferring that of being more the caretaker, although she is fine if you flip the script sometimes. Its just in her nature both in and out of the bedroom to make her treasured lover melt into a puddle or dote on them

It's her love language, besides it's so much fun to tease you even if you do or do not dish it back to her she loves being the one you trust and go to before anyone else

This woman is not the biggest on presents, she won’t mind receiving them but not really all that big on buying you presents. If you like receiving them she would take note and surprise you with things sometimes but they're never trinkets they are always items with purpose like clothes, weapon upgrades, skin care-useful things

Celebrations like your anniversary are the exception, she will spend so much time having something made or finding the perfect gift for you.

Price will not be a question, if its 1 million berries she will spend it for this occasion for that gift

Would be happy to teach you whatever knowledge she has on any given topic including how to read the poneglyphs if you’d like. Or nothing at all if you do not have the interest

She will do her best to support you in your hobbies or passions, but she will struggle if it is robots for purposes like Franky

She will still try because it's you but may gently suggest you talk to him about it as he’d understand more 

Kisses are not lost on Robin, she adores them. Long slow meaningful kisses, she's never rushed even if a fight is about to break out. 

Small quick kisses would be more your thing than hers, if she's kissing you even on the cheek she's slow, cupping your jaw as she sweetly leaves a kiss there before pulling away with a pleased smile. You can give her quick pecks, forehead smooches, bunny kisses, fast little makeouts but she will always kiss you slowly and methodically. Claiming all of you in that one kiss, so if you kiss her lips expect her extra hands to hold you there until she's done with you

Dates are never rushed. It's rare for her to plan a serious date with you but those are some of her favorites. Mood lighting and a really nice restaurant or to a fancy place to slow dance to some nice orchestra/ band music, or much to everyone's surprise a day at an amusement park, spa, water park. Only because she knows you’ll love it, and she would love watching you get excited and dart about as she slowly follows right behind never too far away. Taking in every second of the happiness on your face

Otherwise dates are more sporadic moments of you both wandering on your adventures together and just trying things that strike your fancy in town like shopping, or looking for a book she can’t read. She has challenged you once to find a book with a language she didn’t know as a way of distracting you from something the others were trying to surprise you with AND as a way of showing off her skills to you

There are many more ideas I have for this lovely woman but I’ll wait and see if anyone wants those as they may learn much more nsfw~

[gabessquishytum]

Interior decorator Hob ask has infiltrated my mind BUT with a bit of a twist:

Whether or not he still stumbles his way into the business, he's found he really enjoys it. He enjoys it even more when he settles into a more niche corner of the market as a sex dungeon designer. He's built things from subtle changes for extra bedroom activities to full-on, intense dungeons. And with thr riche clientele thay he works with, there's little he hasn't seen.

Enter Dream: professional Dom who recently moved house and needs to renovate the basement for work. He'd normally do it himself but just shortly after moving, he injured himself to the point that his doctor told him to take it easy for the next few weeks (which would be fine if he didn't have set appointments starting right in a few weeks as well. That doesn't leave enough time to get his workplace situated). So he hired Hob, someone Desire had recommended.

Hob has seen lots of pretty people in his line of work but there's just something about this man that makes Hob want to fall to his knees for (and maybe test out his handiwork with later). He tries to stay professional throughout the process, but there's only so much willpower and Dream sauntering through the house without a shirt and low-rise pants after a shower does nothing to help. Nor does his face looming over Hob's shoulders to examine the plans nor that deep, velvet like voice giving strict instructions on what to fix just beside his ear.

Dream, after seeing Hob for the first time, knew he needed that man. So he's made it his personal mission to wear Hob down and give in like he knows Hob wants to.

After the renovations are complete and Dream is cleared for strenuous activities again, let's just say that freshly made dungeon is going to get plenty of use in-between Dream's appointments.

SEX DUNGEON DESIGNER HOB AKAJSJAJAHSN <3333 unsurprisingly I love it.

Hob is definitely on the submissive end of the spectrum, which is something he uses to his advantage in his work. His designs are more geared towards the needs, comfort and ease of the submissive partner. Other designers may tend to see things from the dom's pov, which is absolutely fine too! But Hob just has an insight into what it actually feels like to be vulnerable and trying to enter a submissive state. His designs have been quite popular with professional doms (Desire may or may not be in the industry just like their brother, and recommended Hob’s work very highly).

It's difficult to work around Dream. Not because he's rude or difficult. But because he can so easily render Hob weak at the knees with his voice or the merest hint of a smile. Hob can't stop fantasising about using every item in the new sex dungeon with Dream, and while he's following the client's strict stipulations, he also finds himself adding elements that he really wants Dream to use on him. Like, the breeding bench with the built-in spreader bar was a particularly vivid part of Hob’s daydreams, and now the real thing takes up a corner of the dungeon space.

When he finally finds himself spread out on the bench with four of Dream’s graceful fingers plunging in and out of his hole, Hob is pleased that he ordered extra cushioning for the part of the bench where his head rests. But mostly he's just whimpering and begging for more, because he's a good slut - Dream knew that he would be, the moment he walked through the door.

It's only fair that Hob gets to use the room he put such energy and devotion into. And after Dream spent the whole renovation time teasing and working Hob into a proper state, it's high time for him to make this poor sweet sub cum!

[unabashegirl]

Enticing 30 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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For the last time, Y/N looked at herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair and made sure that nothing was sticking out. She exhaled loudly and pulled down on her button-down shirt. Y/N just prayed that she didn’t spill anything down her white shirt.

“You look great. Let’s go, or you are going to be late” Patrick said as he walked into her bedroom.

“You look stunning,” Elizabeth told her as soon as she walked out into the living room. “Very professional. Here, I packed you both some coffee and some snacks”.

“Thanks. What are you going to be doing today?” Y/N asked her mother. It had been incredibly fun. She had been an incredible support to her. They had gone to the doctor, and everything had been checked out. Y/N was four weeks along. She was healthy, and everything looked just fine. Y/N was very nervous, but her mother made her feel secure.

Unfortunately, it was Elizabeth’s last day in the city. Violet was waiting and expected her to return promptly. Elizabeth also knew that it was a bad idea to leave Violet alone for so long. She just wanted to be around for Y/N's first day of work.

“I might go out and do a little shopping” Elizabeth was planning on buying a few items for her first grandbaby. She knew that with Y/N’s new job, she would probably need any financial help, but she wanted to gift the baby its first item of clothing.

“What are you getting?”

“Nothing” She smiled and tried to hide her excitement. Y/N and Patrick could tell that she was buying something for the baby. They looked at each other and smiled. “Anyway! It’s getting late! Go on!” Elizabeth urged them out the door. “Have a great day, sweetie”. She waved.

“Oh, God! I am nauseous” Y/N said to Patrick as they stood outside the big building. Patrick turned to face her.

“You are perfect for the job, and you are more than capable” Patrick threw his arms around Y/N and hugged her tightly. He knew how terrified she was and all the challenges that were coming her way.  He wanted to transmit to her the confidence and the support that she had given him.

“Thank you” Y/N felt like crying, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the hormones or because she was very anxious. Suddenly, she wanted to run home and hide. “I think I’ll be alright,” she said just after exhaling heavily.

“Alright. I’ll meet you out here for lunch. Text me” Patrick slid her purse over her shoulder and handed her the bag that held some snacks that Elizabeth had packed for her. She kissed her forehead and allowed her to enter the building.

“Good morning. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. It’s my first day, and I was told to ask for William” Y/N said to the secretary that sat behind the desk. It reminded her of the day that she had gone to Harry’s office. She just hoped that things would be smoother than before.

“Ms. Y/L/N! We have been waiting for you! Let me give you access to the presidential floor.” The woman kindly said she was younger than Y/N. She could tell that she was still in college or straight out of it. “My name is Mia” She shared after they had gotten into the elevator and the doors had closed.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Y/N smiled, “Tell me. Should I be warned of something?” Mia laughed and shook her head immediately.

“Honestly? This is the nicest company that I have ever worked for. Mr. William is genuinely delightful and very accommodating. Don’t be fooled by his perpetual silence.” She had started working a few months before graduating from college. William had personally interviewed her and had asked for her class schedule. He made sure that her work didn’t interrupt her schooling. He also made sure that the job was going to continue being hers even after giving her a week off to celebrate her graduation with her family. For that, Mia was eternally grateful.  “It’s very exciting to have a woman in a predominantly male-dominated job It’s very inspiring.” Y/N smiled at Mia. She could tell that they would be friends. She was obviously younger than her, but she didn’t mind.

The elevator finally arrived at the top floor. The view was stunning. It had tall ceilings. The furniture was upholstered with different tones of gray fabric. A huge book self-decorated the corridor that led to a double-door office.

“There you are” William startled her as she looked at the paintings that decorated the foyer of the floor. He smiled at her as he walked down the corridor. “As always you look great” He smiled and kissed her cheek.

“How’ve you been?” He looked like he always did. He looked very sharp and clean. Out of all four men, he was the most peculiar about his things. William lived his life by following a schedule. He had issues when things were done unexpectedly or out of the blue.

“Good. Better now that you are here. Let’s go into my office. Would you like something to drink?” He offered to which Y/N declined. William led her to his office. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N exhaled loudly and allowed her body to relax as soon as the door was closed. She felt comfortable with William. She had shared a house with him for a month when they had gone to Italy. She considered him Harry’s brother.

“Very nervous and anxious. What if I am not enough?” William chuckled and pulled out a folder that held her contract and other files she needed to sign. “This would be my first job as a data analyst, William. I mean I’m grateful for the opportunity, but I am going to need guidance” She shared.

“That’s fine, Y/N. I don’t expect you to arrive as a senior analyst. I have assigned someone to help you for the first month” William was relieved that she had taken the job. “I am simply happy you accepted the offer. I needed to fill that place and what better option than hiring a close friend” He smiled. “Things have been rough lately” he admitted.

“Oh yeah?” He raised an eyebrow at her. William had set out the bait. He just required her to bite and ask. It was silent for a few minutes. William could tell that she was in deep thought and having an internal discussion with herself. “And how is he?” Y/N finally asked.

William didn’t know where he should start. So many things had happened. He was barely unrecognizable. Everyone had suffered after she had left him that day.

“Terrible. He doesn’t sleep and he doesn’t eat. He just works like a machine. His temper is shorter than usual. And let’s not talk about the drinking” William had gone to his apartment just to give him some advice. The men had planned a trip to leave upstate just so he could get some fresh air, but Harry refused profoundly. He had kicked him out of the house. “I have never seen like this, Y/N. I know that you don’t want to hear it, but couldn’t you just talk to him?”. William had never reached out to any of his friend's ex.  He found it inappropriate and distasteful. However, things were different this time. Harry was struggling severely, and William needed to help him. He was someone far from what he remembered.

“Please don’t — “She stopped herself just as the knot in her throat grew. Y/N quiet down before her voice cracked and she started crying. “How can you ask me that?” Y/N whispered; she looked down at the words typed on the contract. She could barely make out the words because of the tears. They made the writing blurry. “He doesn’t care about me”.

“Y/N. He is the one who called me and asked me to reassure him that your job was still available even though both of you had broken up” William admitted to her. “He was very insistent”. He added.

Y/N was quiet. She wiped the tears, trying to impede them from falling and wetting the documents.

“I can’t William. I will be forever grateful to him for helping me to get this opportunity, but I can’t. I can’t do this right now. I am not ready yet” She missed him terribly, but she knew that it entailed contacting him. She would need to tell him that she was pregnant with his baby, but she wasn’t ready. At least not yet. 

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[devildom-moss]

Celebrating the holidays/New Year headcanons (the others)

The second part of this ask by @angel6776

(Part 1: general + the demon brothers headcanons)

(Suggestive, except for Luke's part, obviously) (Platonic/familial for Luke)

Word Count: +5,300 (no wonder this request took so long)

Diavolo

He’s so excited to hear about your usual holiday traditions. He’ll invite you over for tea just so you can tell him all about it. Honestly, he’ll feel a bit disappointed if you don’t have any particular traditions or if you have negative feelings about the holidays. However, if that’s the case, he’ll be even more motivated to ensure that you have an excellent holiday season in the Devildom. Diavolo wants to build new traditions with you that you can cherish. If not for Barbatos and Lucifer, Diavolo would be willing to spend anything to show you a good time.

He will actually get his work done ahead of schedule if it means you can come over and decorate the castle with him. It sounds like such a fun couple-y experience and if he can’t do that, he’ll pout, and Barbatos will never hear the end of it – especially if the brothers or someone else mentions that you helped them decorate.

Schedules a date with you near the end of the year 2 or more weeks in advance and uses it as motivation to get through all his work. Although, on occasion, he gets scolded for daydreaming too much. He can’t stop imagining holding your hand on a chilly Devildom night or kissing you in the snow or wrapping his arms around you in bed and pulling you so close that your breath would warm his skin.

Brings an assortment of rare Demonus to the party, which puts everyone in a good mood. He drinks moderately and joins in on every possible activity everyone is involved in, and he tries to drag you into them too. “MC, you have to sing a duet with me. Please?” “Have you tried the cake Simeon and Luke prepared yet? Here, I brought you a slice. It’s delicious. I wonder if they would share the recipe with Barbatos.” “Would you care to dance with me?” “You should join our game, MC. Come, you can sit on my lap if you’d like.”

It starts to feel like even if Diavolo is involved in some other activity, he always has an eye on you. He just can’t keep his eyes from searching for you. He’s one of the first people to notice if you disappear with someone else, but assuming you aren’t exclusively together, he lets you have your fun. Just know that whatever state you return in, once he gets you to himself, he’ll be determined to unravel and fluster you twice as much as the last person.

He will get his chance to steal you away for a while. If he can’t find the opportunity during the party, he’ll ensure that he’s the last person awake so he can have you all to himself at the end of the party. If you’re out, too, then you’ll mysteriously be impossible to find the morning after the party.  

Gifts – giving: The man loves giving gifts, and while he’s usually fine handing out presents in a group, he preferers the intimacy of giving you your present alone. He’d give you a whole house if he thought he wouldn’t get in trouble for it. Instead, he’s likely to give you fine jewelry or clothes. He’s a bit like Asmo in that he adores dressing you up in items that accentuate your attractiveness. It’s also a thrill to know he’s the one who gave you the clothes that will inevitably end up strewn across his bedroom floor. If it’s immediately clear that you like the clothes/jewelry, he’ll chuckle, lean in, and whisper in your ear, “If you like it so much, wear it on our next date. I want to be the first person to see you in and out of it.” If not clothes or jewelry, he might do something more extravagant like importing some of your favorite plants to be displayed in a temporary exhibit at the Devildom botanical gardens. (so much research goes into this, too). Diavolo will invite you on a date to show you the exhibit before it opens to the public. He’d probably arrange it so you can go during off hours and enjoy the entire location by yourselves. He might also opt for sentimental gifts: photo albums, scrapbooks, or trinkets that will remind you both of some shared memory.

Gifts – receiving: Literally anything (well, almost. Don’t give him pickles or something he despises). Diavolo is too thrilled to be getting a gift from you to care about exactly what it is. That’s not to say that he doesn’t appreciate your efforts, though. Just show him that you care, and he’ll be a happy little prince. If it’s handmade or sentimental, he’ll love it – even things as small as a keychain from somewhere you visited. If Barbatos would let you, Diavolo would love to make you be his butler for a day (he would reward the thoughtful gift by being at your service all night).

Barbatos

He strikes me as a “I could do without the holidays” guy. Everything gets so busy and he has to scramble to finish up all of his work for the year – and on top of that, Diavolo’s desire to shirk his responsibilities seems to get worse this time of year. (Shit like: “Barbatos, the brothers had a snowball fight today. Do you think we –” “Did you finish that paperwork I handed you this morning?” “. . . no.” “Then, no.”)

However, your presence makes it all more bearable. He likes helping out and ensuring that everyone he cares about has a good holiday season but knowing that he can give you a good holiday brings him a unique, unmatched joy.

Barbatos will invite you to tea a few times under the guise of wanting your opinion on the party menu. If you can be trusted in the kitchen, he may even ask for your assistance – not because he needs it, though. His only need is you. His heart melts when you try his cooking and praise him. If you help with the cooking, he adores the feeling of working beside you. This man will absolutely charm you up in the kitchen: hand feeding you before kissing you to experience the flavor of the food combined with your lips, swiping sauce or icing along your skin just to lick it off, pressing his body firmly against yours while he peers over your shoulder to check your progress, and goodness all the things he could do for you while he waits for the oven timer to ding.

The quantity, quality, and variety of food this man prepares for the party should earn him head praise. For all the effort he put in, you almost wish he would do a bit more than sip at his Demonus and people-watch most of the time. He might play a few games or dance if you, Diavolo, or Luke encourage him to, but he tends to fade into the background.

Luckily, that makes it easier for him to slip away with you. He suspects that he won’t have much time, so once he gets you somewhere quiet, he makes quick work of improving your night. “You look lovely tonight, MC. I must admit, I’m quite taken with you. I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourself. Please, allow me to make you feel even better while we have some time to ourselves.”

Luck may yet again be in his favor if he happens to get you all to himself just before midnight on New Year's Eve.

Gifts – giving: If you’re a fellow tea lover, you can expect custom tea blends from plants that Barbatos has grown himself. No doubt, they would be delicious. He may also use a bit of magic to give them a calming effect or to bring you happiness. Another likely present would be hand-made outfits. Affection swells in him when he sees you wearing something that he crafted just for you. “Oh dear, I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake. You look so enticing that I’m eager to get you out of those clothes already.” He would love to offer you his services for a day if you wanted it, but he may have to postpone that until after the New Year, when things are less hectic. In the meantime, he’s more than happy to prepare delicious meals for you.

Gifts – receiving: Barbatos is keen on more practical gifts, but he’ll appreciate a touch of sentimentality: custom kitchen knives with a sweet message engraved on it (a kitchen knife with something symbolic of love, affection, or even lust like a rose or lilac engraved on it would melt him); embroidered handkerchiefs, kitchen towels, or dust rags for him to use; human world herbs and spices; and tea blends that you created with him in mind. He’ll appreciate the thought and usefulness. Alternatively, if you just want to give him yourself, he has no complaints.

Luke

This sweet child is so hyped for the holidays. He wants to try whatever fun traditions you tell him about. That excitement is only compounded by the introduction of new seasonal foods becoming available. There are so many new sweets to try, and he can bake often with the cool winter temperatures.

He will be begging Simeon and Barbatos to teach him new recipes, and, of course, they’ll cave. Luke will be bringing you new treats every few days. When he isn’t bringing sweets to you, he’ll try to bring you to the sweets. Luke, Beel, Asmo, and Thirteen are up on many of the limited-time seasonal offers at cafés and bakeries. He’ll invite you to go with him to try something new. Sometimes he wants alone time with his parent #3 best buddy, but usually he’s happy to have Simeon, Solomon, Raphael, Beel, Barbatos, and/or Mephisto tag along (he’s fine with the others, too, but these six are his favorites).

Asks you to help decorate with him or offers to help you decorate. He has a great time making things look all festive – even if he is too short to reach some places.

Helps Simeon with the baking for the party – although he also prepares a few things on his own. Luke savors the experience of baking with his loved ones during the holidays; it seems like the cheer-bringing thing to do.

Juice, mocktails, and hot chocolate only! They’re good drinks, but the assortment was primarily prepared with Luke in mind.

He spends a lot of time playing games, singing karaoke with Levi, and eating with Beelzebub. Your son Luke is less clingy than most of the demons, but he makes sure to check in with you once in a while to ensure you’re having a good time. He’ll ask you to be on his team for games and he’ll even bring you food (especially the things he made).

Falls asleep relatively early on despite insisting he can stay up. When he wakes up before the others, he’ll start cleaning and probably prepare breakfast for everyone (because he’s the nicest son ever).

Gifts – giving: Luke would probably give you cute gifts that accidentally remind you what an adorable little angel he is. Items like plushies, matching keychains, and cute stationery are likely options. The latter would probably come with a sweet admission: “You’re always helping me study, and I’ve learned so much from you, so I thought something that made studying more fun would be a good gift.” If he has the time, he might ask Raphael, Levi, and/or Barbatos to teach him how to sew a plushie for you. He might also bake a box of assorted cookies for you (possibly more than you can even eat).

Gifts – receiving: Luke is easy to give gifts to. On the more practical end, he’d be excited to receive kitchen tools or serveware: cute animal-shaped silicone molds, cute bento boxes, a nice teacup, etc. Giving him books (I feel like fantasy, mystery novels, and cookbooks would be especially good) would also work. On a more sentimental side, getting him matching keychains or sweatshirts would have this little angel eager to show off. (Just imagine Luke in a big, cozy sweater telling Simeon, “Look, Simeon, MC gave me this sweater. They have one just like it. We match now!”) Additionally, you could compile a book of recipes for him, collecting all the recipes he’s learned and been taught since coming to the Devildom. He would cherish that so much he would keep it in a prominent spot on his bookshelf.

Simeon

Why does Simeon strike me as such a winter boy? Maybe I just think he’d look cute in cozy sweaters or baking in the kitchen? Anyway, he has a lot of fun learning about your human traditions, but he especially enjoys seeing you and Luke having a good time.

Invites you over to bake at least once before the holidays – just you and him. He’s much less outright flirtatious than Barbatos but he builds up romantic/sexual tension as if he was a smut author in his down time: his hands lingering on yours when he asks you to pass him something, brushing your arm or shoulder when he works beside you, a gentle touch on your back as he passes behind you, his warm breath as he contently hums over your shoulder at your progress, the feeling of his fingers grazing your lips when he offers you half of a cookie fresh out of the oven (that he deliberately split in half so it would be small enough for your lips to touch his hand). He won’t even kiss you while you’re in the kitchen, but he’ll leave your heart pounding. You’ll have to blame the rising heat in your face on the oven, or just tell him how you really feel, and have him drag you back to his room for a few minutes.

Helps decorate and does the second most cooking for the party, but he probably also prepares the most drinks. Simeon could make a cup of hot cocoa that would turn a bad day on its head, and he’d offer it to you with such a warm smile that you couldn’t help but smile back.

Hangs back with Barbatos, Lucifer, and Raphael during the party, but he’ll happily join in whenever you or Luke insists. He doesn’t drink much until after Luke falls asleep, but he keeps a good hold on his senses.

I wouldn’t put it past him to fake being drunk to get you alone again. If not that, he’ll ask you to get some air with him – probably (and only) in front of the ones least likely to try to tag along (Lucifer, Beel, Barbatos, Raphael, Thirteen, and Mephisto – the latter two mostly because they’d feel awkward around Simeon for that long). However, despite going out to get air, you end up more breathless than you were before.

Gifts – giving: I could see Simeon offering to be your personal chef for a week. He’d get so much joy about being your little househusband for a bit. If he happens to have a novel in the works at the time, Simeon might also present you with a signed first copy of it, only for you to find that he dedicated the book to you. Another likely gift would be jewelry – but it would probably be something matching or a custom piece (or both). This might be kind of messed up and maybe even yandere territory, but I imagine Simeon would probably burn one of his feathers and get the ashes crafted into glass or cast into resin for a custom piece (but he wouldn’t admit to doing that).

Gifts – receiving: Anything. Give him flowers and enchant them to last for a while longer than they are supposed to. He’ll think of you every day that they live and dry or press them as they begin to die so he can keep the memory of your shared holiday fresh in his mind. As far as jewelry is concerned, pendant necklaces might be a good option – probably for the same reason as Beel: keeping you close to his heart. Simeon would also appreciate quality or engraved pens. Even if he gets flustered thinking about you when using it to write, he’ll also feel encouraged to keep writing, and that will outweigh the occasional distraction. Speaking of writing, if you write him a letter splaying your heart on the page for him, he’ll be over the moon. The man just wants constant reminders of your love.

Solomon

Tries to bake for you during the holidays and must be stopped; even if he gets cute and pouty, don’t let him anywhere near the kitchen – unless he promises to just stand there and look pretty. Although, I do believe he can actually make a decent drink without killing anyone, so as a last resort, you could probably let him make you a seasonal drink. He might even be allowed to make a few drinks for the party if he promises not to cook any food while he’s preparing them.

Solomon won’t get super clingy, but he will mope around and bury himself in his studies whenever you don’t spend time with him. He’s trying to let you have your fun and freedom, but he’s so lonely, and he wants your love and attention.

Invites you over for a cuddly movie date but specifically plays holiday themed horror movies – even the truly awful ones (have you ever watched The Gingerdead Man or Jack Frost? Ridiculous trash. But he’ll throw some good ones in there, too.) He thinks movie dates are perfect for winter nights, but you should expect to stay the night, too.

If he could get away with it, he would try to invite you to the human world – in part so you might be able to celebrate some of your usual traditions (if you have any) and in part so he can get you all to himself.

He’ll be pretty chill at the party – mostly hanging back. However, Asmo will inevitably pull him into some of the fun. (He might even be feeling enough holiday cheer to give Asmo that kiss he’s been begging for all night.) Solomon would add to the party by using his magic to create beautiful visual effects (like shining, iridescent snowflakes cascading down from the ceiling). He does it as a party trick, but he would also use it to distract the others so he can steal you away for a few minutes. If you feel like you’re missing out on his magic, he’ll promise to recreate it just for you.

This little shit would definitely leave a hickey somewhere visible when he gets you alone, like he’s marking his territory. He finds it amusing sending you back to the party and stirring up chaos as everyone tries to find the culprit. If you want to make it easy for them, mark him too.

Gifts – giving: He is so soft and overprotective that he would give you enchanted jewelry that has a protection charm on it or something you could use to summon him to your side whenever you want him, even if your D.D.D. dies or something. He might also give you part of a matching set so he could subtly claim your heart in front of everyone. Solomon might also teach you a spell or potion that he concocted himself as a sign of trust and to show you that he believes you’ve progressed significantly. (He can’t get over the way your face lights up when you learn something new and interesting – when he teaches you something new.) Solomon is an incorrigible flirt, so he might give you enchanted sex toys (something that could connect to his body or that feel just like him), but he might present it as a joke, unless . . .

Gifts – receiving: Solomon would appreciate things that would further his magic research: rare herbs and flowers, magical tools and materials, rare books, etc. It means so much that you would get him something so difficult to obtain because he might be able to use it in his studies. However, he might pout a bit and wish that you had told him so he could have gone with you to get it. It would have made for an excellent date. Similarly, taking him out on a date and showering him with affection would also be wonderful. He’s also a sucker for domestic things, so giving him your homemade food or sweets would melt him – just beware: he might try to cook for you in return. Finally, at your own risk, you could offer yourself. Now that would be a present he could play with for hours on end.

Thirteen

She wants to take you to every café she can think of and share all the adorable winter- and holiday-themed sweets with you. Thirteen would even bring you seasonal drinks or snacks because she just so happened to be waiting in line (and not at all because she wanted to see you smile).

Doesn’t decorate her cave or anything unless she can make a trap to do the decorating for her. Work smart, not hard. However, she does enjoy sight-seeing and looking at decorations that pop up throughout the Devildom with you. She would hold your hand and pull you towards interesting window displays, her eyes lighting up the whole time.

She’s the most likely to be forgotten about when everyone is party prepping, which annoys her to no end, but she’ll pretend like she doesn’t care. To be fair, part of her just wants to chill at home in her cave, so she would consider not even showing up if not for you. She doesn’t need to spend her holiday with idiots, a sham of a sorcerer, and an outnumbered amount of decent people who she’d have to compete with for your affection. At least that’s what she tells herself.

In truth, she has a lot of fun. She even brings a few traps to see what gullible fools she can toy with. No one is safe except Luke. He’s just too precious for her to do that. Thirteen will also join in on the games, determined to win and show off for you. She’ll enjoy sampling all the food, and she’ll be so sweet and bring you drinks and food throughout the night.

Does Demonus work on reapers? I imagine it doesn’t, which makes the night even more entertaining for her. She’ll make note of who can hold their liquor and what they’re all like when they get drunk or tipsy. If nothing else, it’s good blackmail material.

Proactive about her need for alone time with you and gets you alone pretty early on in the night. Like Solomon, she’ll leave her mark on you, but she has the decency to mark you somewhere more inconspicuous. (Although to be honest, she also has the lack of decency to mark up your thighs and spends half of her alone time with you on her knees.)

She will probably fold and give Asmo a kiss on the cheek. It’s a holiday after all. (But if she kissed him on the lips, I can just imagine him commenting on how she tastes like you. Sorry. Throw me in the trash.)

Gifts – giving: Thirteen would give you strange traps and gadgets she made herself. Although most of her traps are designed to prank people, she might actually decide to make you something more practical. (She could probably build a functioning cuckoo clock if she wanted). Thirteen might also surprise you with date reservations at a nice café – possibly one that’s outside of the city so she has an excuse to steal you for an entire day. Other than that, she would probably give you clothes, especially cozy sweaters, shirts, or cardigans that she will inevitably steal from you. She’s the most likely to give you your present in front of everyone.

Gifts – receiving: She would be content with strange gadgets you found. Thirteen could spend hours taking them apart, putting them back together, and figuring out how to replicate their actions. Sweets gift baskets are another good option, especially if you can bake and you fill them with homemade desserts. Thirteen would be happy with jewelry (primarily necklaces). She would adore those skull-shaped carved pearl necklaces. They suit her so well. Last but not least, give her yourself. Seriously, even a symbolic gesture, like couples’ items while you tell her, “I’m yours: my soul, my body, my heart. I’m all yours,” will have her heart pounding.

Raphael

He doesn’t have the emotional expression range to match the other angels’ joy, but a gentle smile will grace his lips when he finds you baking in the kitchen with Luke and Simeon.

If you want a date with him around the holidays, you’re probably going to have to ask. He just assumes you’re too busy for a date with all the party planning, so he doesn’t bother asking. He might stubble across you while he’s shopping and just tag along with you until you’re done with whatever you’re doing. He’ll even buy you a meal if it means he can keep you to himself for a while longer. A warm smile will find his face when he sees you enjoying your time out with him.

Raphael doesn’t decorate, but if someone asked, he would sew holiday-themed outfits for them. It would be fun for him, at least.

The wallflower whose vines are so tangled and cling to the wall so strongly that you can barely get him to join in on any activities. He mostly just leans back against the wall, sipping at his Demonus and observing the others. He might chat with a few of the tamer people or play a chill game of cards or chess.

He finds it easy to sneak you into some quiet hallway or empty room (he doesn’t even care if that room belongs to someone else) and make out with you. He probably drags you off somewhere because he got jealous after watching you enjoy yourself around the others, but he’ll claim he just got bored and wanted to mess around.

Pulls you closer than necessary when you spend time talking to him – especially in front of Diavolo or Lucifer. He does it by grabbing you by the thigh or waist.

Eventually drinks himself to sleep relatively late into the night. Falls asleep in a really weird, uncomfortable position (slumped over in a chair or couch, sitting on the floor with his back still against the wall, or using his arms as a pillow on a table).

Gifts – giving: Usually pretty bad at buying gifts, but he’ll give you nice, sewed items that he made for you – usually plushies or warm sweaters/outerwear. He likes making plushies for you because he knows you’ll look at it and hug it while thinking of him. When he can’t be with you, it’s a comfort to him to know that you’ll have the plushie. As for sweaters or outerwear, he thinks you look adorable in cozy clothes and layers (but he’ll never say that). Raphael never thought he would enjoy giving a gift as much as he does when your face lights up and you thank him for your present. He stifles his cuteness aggression so hard, but he desperately wants to pull you into his arms and bite you. Also, he probably blesses whatever he gives you.

Gifts – receiving: Even though someone told him that giving gifts was a common tradition during the holidays, he didn’t expect you to get a present for him. He would love fabric and sewing supplies. He finds it sweet that you’re supporting one of his favorite hobbies. It lets him know that you care. Raphael would also be pleased with gift baskets containing strong-flavored foods: super spicy hot sauces, extra sour candy, bitter snacks, Solomon’s cooking, etc. Lastly, he would be pleasantly surprised if you set up dates as a gift.

Mephistopheles

Only cares about the holidays because Diavolo seems so into it. It at least makes for some interesting newspaper content, though. Likely the second to last to get an invitation to the party – but it comes from Diavolo, so he doesn’t mind too much. He isn’t thrilled to be spending a holiday around Lucifer and his brothers, but if it means spending the holiday with you, he’ll come along. Once Satan invites him to join in on his and Belphie’s prank plans for Lucifer, he starts to look forward to the party a bit more. He’d be thrilled to see Lucifer embarrass himself in front of you and Lord Diavolo.

Uses his stalker journalistic skills to find you on days off and escort you around town while you go about your business. He might show you around if he has any insight into seasonal attractions that he thinks you’ll enjoy. Mephisto, then, invites you for a meal or a drink or back to his place. He’s such a gentleman when he wants to be, and he’ll help you carry things home or get you a ride.

He brings a few rather expensive bottles of Demonus with him, and almost gets kissed by Asmo for it, too. Mammon will throw an arm around him and thank him in a way that somehow annoys Mephisto more than if Mammon hadn’t said anything at all.

He hopes that at least one of the pranks he helped Satan and Belphie with will work, so he keeps an eye on Lucifer throughout the party, anticipating his humiliation. However, his eyes still seem to be trained on you. He follows your every move. Even when he’s talking to Diavolo, he still finds a second to follow your figure.

The only ballsy mf who steals you away multiple times throughout the night. It’s partly because he’s jealous, and partly because he wants you too much to hold back (and it scratches his exhibitionist kink), but he’s cautious until after he’s certain that Luke has gone to bed. After that, all bets are off. He’ll be all over you just behind a pillar in an open hallway – with barely enough room to obscure you and some of his body.

Gifts – giving: Sorry to be back on this foot fetish Mephisto HC but Shoes. Whatever style you’re into, he will get the perfect shoe designed for you. I’m talking more than one person is involved with the design and creation of these shoes. They will be custom made. You will not be able to find them in even the fanciest shops. They’ll be incredibly comfortable, too. If you are able to walk comfortably, they’ll probably include at least a slight platform or heel. He will even drop to one knee and offer to put them on for you. Additionally, he would make some kind of affectionate gesture while he’s down there (probably grabs your calf and brings his lips to your shin or thigh – depending on your height, mostly). Perhaps needless to say, he’s on the “gives gifts in private” team. Mephisto might also present you with jewelry: necklaces, bracelets, and for obvious reasons anklets. No surprises here, but it’s for similar possessive reasons as some of the others.

Gifts – receiving: If you can procure a bottle of Demonus that this man has not managed to get his hands on, not only will he be impressed, but he’ll be so delighted that he will kiss you on the spot and want to try the bottle with you right away. Other than that, you could flip the script and buy him shoes. He’ll be a mess, his cheeks hot and flushed, as you help him slip them on. You could also get him a custom cane. Mephisto probably wouldn’t use it daily though. Adorably, he would designate it for special occasions just because you gave it to him. I’m half joking, but collar him, please. Just imagine his precious face when you tighten the collar around his neck and pet his head and maybe attach the collar to a leash. “Are you trying to claim me?” “You mean I don’t already own you, Mephisto?” “. . . is the door locked?”

A/N: Congratulations on making it all the way down here. Hi. Anyway. I'm going to extend requests for the 1 year flash request event (more details here) for at least another day since I only have 3 requests so far, which is a bit of a bummer, but I'll still be starting with SFW stuff tomorrow. Please feel free to join if you feel like getting a short request. (Also, for real, the past few months/years? have been just bad globally, so I figure it might be nice to write some stuff that might make people feel something good for a while.)

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Halsin x Tav x Astarion future headcanons

Halsin x Astarion is one of my favorite ships I cannot even lie. Maybe it is the werebear x vampire lover in us all that calls to me. Or maybe Astarion just needs to be given a bear hug. So here are some postgame headcanons with Tav

All three of you are pretty sick of society and other people so all three of you fuck right off to the forest. Of course the rest of the party is invited to visit the three of you whenever they feel like.

Halsin built a cottage for Astarion, you and Scratch. He also does live there, but he sleeps outside of the time he is prefers it. And he does love his home but also he would have been fine with a cave. This does not stop Astarion from convincing him to come to actual bed because cuddles.

Halsin of course is not the only person living there and sleeping outside. The Cub, Thaniel and Oliver. Oliver and Thaniel do have their own bedroom though! It is full of handmade wooden and stuffed toys from Halsin and Astarion. Oliver took to Astarion like a fly on shit and Astarion loves to teach this small child how to commit crimes. He even allows Oliver to practice pickpocketing on him… but if he gets caught he does suffer ‘The Wraith of Astarion!!!’ Which is Astarion tickles Oliver until he cannot breathe. Thaniel on the other hand was… not as eager to accept Astarion, at first. When they first meet He wasn’t rude. He wasn’t going to be rude to someone who helped save his life but it was obvious he had little interest in a vampire spawn who smelled like the city and death … until it became clear that Astarion was going to be with Halsin and not just with you .

And then things did change.

Thaniel is a smart, wise kid who knows his way around and about the forest. He knows the better then even Halsin does to be frank. He is also a fae. So, pranks.

he begins to prank Astarion nonstop. They are all harmless but extremely annoying. Astarion is not thrilled but has learned better then to lash out a child. And if he yelled at Thaniel he would never be forgiven. he is fully aware of this. So he is stuck in a game of kill them with kindness

and it works.

It takes awhile, a lot of warming up and a lot of patience but evetually Thaniel more then accepts Astarion, he actually does consider Astarion to be a parent. Astarion is still shocked it worked but he is so happy about it.

Thaniel and Oliver are not the only children you three have of course. Yvenna and plenty of children who got orphaned during the conflict who needed home. Any children you decide to have and well she is off on her own most of the time, Arabella does come to visit.

You are a nocturnal household. I know I didn’t need to tell you that with Astarion being a spawn and unable to go into the sun(You three are looking into hopefully helping him. Halsin has been trying to get the aid of the Oakfather well you and Astarion have been hunting for a different method that won’t any souls or threat of losing his own but it is a slow process).

more then Astarion though, Halsin is a nocturnal person. He is great at functioning during the day but he would rather not be. He likes the night. Perhaps that is the moon Druid speaking however.

Astarion becomes a ranger. He of course still keeps skills as a rogue handy but well, living in the forest, being around the animals and other things he… begins to find his skill set more at home hunting for animals and foraging in the forest then they were stealing and snatching people and items alike.

Halsin is of course extremely proud of him for learning about the forest and himself. And the skill set is of a great help with their lifestyle!

Fall is an extremely busy time for your household because there needs to be food put away for the winter. Halsin, Astarion, Scratch, the Owlbear and Oliver go out hunting well you, Thaniel and Yvenna all stay home and prepare the food. Preserving, skinning and bleeding everything. Once they are done forging and hunting, the ones who can help do. And even those who cannot certainly do try! it’s a lot of work but there is plenty when snowfalls to keep everyone feed. Winter also becomes the snuggliest time because cannot go outside, so may as well just stay nice and warm inside. Halsin does sleep a lot(inside the house) during winter. He is a bear, his nature is to hibernate and thus he does. When he is awake it is pretty amusing because all he wants to do is snuggle. would either Astarion or you deny him?

Immortal Angst with a Bittersweet Ending Time:

Astarion doesn’t fully… grasp that he is immortal. He knows it. He understands it. However he has been surrounded by vampires or people he saw at most five times before they were sent to Cazador. When Astarion realizes Halsin and you and Scratch and the Owlbear cub are aging, getting older and he isn’t. Scratch likely dies first, a long happy life and simply old age. Halsin and you are of course sad but do accept it happened but Astarion well…

Astarion disappears. And oddly enough so does Thaniel.

it causes everyone remaining in the house to panic and try to find the both of them.

Of course Astarion knew this was coming, he wasn’t an idiot but it still shook him to his core. He just sort of found stump to sit on and think. When Thaniel finds him he is great at comforting Astarion.

it is a long conversation between the two of them about being immortal and how well Astarion cannot die of old age… Thaniel reminds Astarion that he still can die. Thaniel will be around as long as the forest needs him. Likely how he survived the shadow curse to begin with… but Astarion can decide what needs him and when it no longer needs him.

So Astarion decides he will stay as long as his family needs him.

And so when centuries pass and it is just Astarion, Thaniel and Oliver and descendants who had long left the best…. Well.

Thaniel expect Astarion to decide that is when he is no longer needed… but Astarion stays by their side. After all, the forest needs them, so they are still here. They are still here, they are his family, so they need him.

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I will try and write Liang’s side of this prompt tomorrow. It’s late and I want to mess around a bit with my potential new OC but I did manage to write Bi-Han’s half of this ask.

Hopefully it checks all the boxes and you lovelies enjoy it! There are mentions of childbirth but it’s vague since I’ve never gone through it or seen it in person. Also Bi-Han is forced to wait outside because it’s very uncommon for men to be let into the delivery room in China. I still think Arctika is somewhere in China so that’s what I’m going with.

Reader is gender neutral so if you wanna be mpreg with Bi-Han’s kid you totally can be.

You make a face and clutch at your stomach as the pain twists your face into a grimace. The contraction passes and you’re able to focus on the task at hand of making dumplings for your growing little family. You learned to make gyoza from your host father when you spent the summer abroad in Japan before moving to China after college to teach English. You add the finely minced garlic to the bowl of meat in front of you before mixing in a veritable mountain of thread-thin strands of cabbage into the pork and chicken mince. Traditionally gyoza was just pork but you liked the softer less greasy texture the chicken added so you opted to use both. You take your time to scoop the filling into the wrappers and begin folding them before your hit with another painful contraction, this time you call for Bi-Han. “Polar bear, your voice calls shakily for him as your fingers dig into the countertops.

“Qīn? Are you ok?” Bi-Han asks in concern as he makes his way into the kitchen to see you hunched over and grasping the counter. He tentatively rubs your shoulders and back trying to relieve your pain as realizes what’s happening. “Is it time to finally go to the hospital?” He asks, his low voice rumbling in your ear making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end at his cold, deep voice.

“The doctor said they have to be five minutes apart and last at least 60 seconds,” these haven’t been that consistent yet.” You inform your husband, Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

“Tch,” he scoffs as he shifts to the side when your posture returns to easy, “at least let me help with dinner then.” Bi-Han deftly scoops up a wrapper and a spoonful of the dumpling mixture and starts making quick work of the bowl’s contents.

“Thank you Polar Bear,” the two of you fold the dumplings in a comfortable silence only lovers share broken only by the occasional mumbling Bi-Han gives to your unborn child. You gasp as harder contraction grips you and you ruin the dumpling you were working on, you whimper and wince as this one doesn’t seem to let up. When it finally lightens your met with a wet gushing sensation in between your legs and hear the tinkling of ice shards crashing to the floor as Bi-Han is close enough to freeze the deluge. You turn around to give him a sheepish look, “I guess it’s time.”

“Fuck! Fuck! I told you we should have gone when the contractions started! Now the baby is on the way!” Bi-Han panics and starts frantically running around his quarters at the Lin Kuei complex to find your overnight bag and the baby’s bag and all the other items you’ll need.

You groan in pain, “It’s all in the bedroom on my side of the bed, I packed everything up.” You shuffle your way towards the entrance to try and get your shoes on while Bi-Han gathers everything.

“Where’s the fucking baby carrier I mean the baby seat ugh the fucking car seat! Where’s the fucking car seat qīn?!” Sub-Zero scrambles out of the bedroom, the myriad of bags wrapped and strapped to his well-built body.

“In the car babe, we already put the car seat in the car along with my little donut cushion for after delivery,” you reply calmly as you pull on your faux fur coat to keep you warm in the frigid climate of Arctika.

“Right, right. Gotta drive you down to the hospital in the village at the base of the mountain.” Bi-Han breaths quickly, the stress and anxiety of the situation quickly overwhelming the usually steadfast soon-to-be father. He strides past you, whips open the door, and starts ushering you out into the frigid endless winter. He’s shaking as he buckles you into the passenger’s seat, he heaves a deep, shaky breath as he climbs into the driver's seat and you immediately wish you had a second seatbelt knowing full well the cryomancer wasn’t a good driver. Bi-Han punches the location of the hospital into the GPS before reversing too quickly out of the makeshift cobblestone driveway.

“Try not to get us killed polar bear,” you grasp your stomach again trying not to concentrate on the pain. It’s a harrowing journey with Bi-Han practically drift racing down the steep winding mountain roads and you’re shocked all the jostling hasn’t knocked the baby loose. He speeds through the narrow, cramped village streets before finally reaching the hospital.

He parks in the patient loading and unloading zones before strapping the bags to his body. He comes over to your side of the vehicle and throws the door open, with the speed and precision only an assassin could possess he makes quick work of your seatbelt before scooping you up in his arms. He kicks the door closed behind him before striding into the hospital, marching up to the desk, and turning his icy gaze towards the desk clerk. “My partner is having our baby, they’re in active labor, the contracts are exactly 5.2 mins apart and are lasting 63.25 seconds.”

You blink in his arms, utterly amazed at his ability to count and calculate your contractions on the fly like that. Another contraction pulls a deep groan from your throat as you try and stifle your desire to scream.

“Sir there are wheelchairs you can use over there while I get them checked in,” the receptionist says politely gesturing towards the bank of wheelchairs.

“Does it fucking look like I need one? I can do this all day,” Bi-Han grumps at the poor girl just trying to do her job.

You sigh, “it’s for my comfort polar bear, not yours now put me down like she said.”

Bi-Han bares his teeth and snarls reluctantly before obeying your request and walking you over to the wheelchairs and helping you get comfortable.

“Alright Mx. Zero, you’re all checked in, you’ll be in room 3c on the right, your husband can wheel you there and the nurses will take it from there.” The pleasant receptionist quips.

Bi-Han sucks in another shaky, deep breath before wheeling you into the room. He helps you into the bed and gets you situated before the group of nurses shoo him out of the room yelling at him to wait outside. Bi-Han can’t help but panic and pace back and forth, his keen ears listening in on any possible signs of distress and this goes on for hours and hours. The shaking, the jittery pacing the pounding pulse the constant pressing of his ear to the door until finally he hears a tiny coo followed by a loud cry. The cryomancer finally barges inside the delivery room and can’t help but tear up as he sees the doctor holding your newborn daughter. The doctor reluctantly allows Bi-Han to cut the umbilical cord, a practice not commonly followed in the part of the world. The doctor gently passes Bi-Han’s daughter to him and he melts, he suddenly doesn’t have a care in the world, her little smile is all he needs. She coos softly and squirms in Bi-Han’s strong, cold arms, she feels cold like him and Bi-Han is full of pride. “Look qīn, she’s here, she’s perfect,” he tenderly places the child on your chest as your arms come up to cradle her.

“She’s freezing, just like you,” you shiver as you lovingly caress her tiny chubby cheeks and put a handmade little polar bear cap on her. You cradle her to your exhausted body, “she looks like you too but her hair is the same as mine.” You give your husband a tired smile, “we’ve been waiting quite a while for you little one.” You place a gentle kiss on her forehead and let her nurse until she’s had her fill, “Bi-Han can you watch her first, I’m so tired.”

He quickly scoops the baby up and burps her the only way a seasoned big brother turned father could before cradling he close rocking her slowly back and forth, “rest qīn, you did such a good job.”

You nod off to the soft sound of Bi-Han singing to the baby, a smile gracing your lips before you slip into an exhausted sleep.

[itsclydebitches]

Can someone ezblain why we had that whole roy vs jamie over keeley fight revived? I was happy that they were being friends. Then they went to keeley's house and wer liek you pick and I was so sure she was going to be like why not both? I was on that train. Her canon reaction made sense but then made ask why bring it up at all? They were doing fine. Their relationship grew beyond fighting over a girl, after what they went thru togtherr? Idk

I really wish I could explain it, anon. Personally, I think the problem started an episode before when they suddenly introduced the "I don't want to just be friends" conflict when, from where I was standing, Roy and Keeley had already gotten back together, concluding the journey we've known they were on since the start of Season One. Keeley starts falling for Roy, they date, have some struggles, overcome them, and presumably conclude the series as an item, demonstrating that Keeley can be a strong, independent boss while also indulging in the romance she's been interested in since her introduction.

But then, suddenly, their night together + Rebecca's realization doesn't mean they're dating again. Okay, weird to introduce that in the literal final hour, but I guess they wanted one last conflict for the finale. I got ohhhhh so excited when Roy admitted to being anxious about "stuff" because what could that possibly be except him grappling with feelings for Jamie too? He and Keeley JUST slept together, he JUST wrote her a love confession, he JUST said overtly and without reservations that he wants more than friendship, so there's nothing Keeley-only related that he'd be this nervous about. It's got to be the poly plot-line that's been happening in the background. This is why everyone looks to Jamie during Colin's coming out scene. This is how we confirm Beard's reminder that there are more queer people in the room. This is why we see Jamie's bedroom with a sexualized Keeley AND a poster of Roy right beside it, positioning them as equals. This is why we got moments like Jamie attending Roy's uncle party because yeah, they haven't just become friends, they've become intimately close. Holy shit, Ted Lasso's actually gonna do it!

So I went into the bar scene not liking the regression to jealousy -- and I hated that Jamie used the video to try and one-up Roy, especially after all the good work the writing did with that: having him apologize and keeping that information from Roy when it was none of his business -- but I figured this was just the messy way the story was getting us to that poly ending. They need to act in the traditional Manly Fashion over the girl, going so far as to demand that Keeley choose one of them, in order to access the opportunity for her to say (and I could hear it so clearly in her voice): "Why should I choose just one?" The lead-up to this could have definitely been done better, I thought, watching the three of them sit down at the table, Like, I hate that we're suddenly regressing to set this up, it's stupid, but a canonical poly ending will be worth some missteps. Hell, I'll forgive a LOT here because we almost NEVER get that representation and in a show this popular? Hot damn, that's amazing.

And then Keeley just kicked them both out.

Thank god she remained single, like she always should have been. Strong and independent! I've seen a lot of fans say post-finale and I'm just in my corner going wait, I'm happy for you, truly I am, but I'm asking in the nicest way possible if we watched the same show?? The one where Keeley has ALWAYS wanted a romance? How she's an amazing character in part BECAUSE the writing allowed her to love romance and sex and being a badass boss? Where she and Roy were set up to be the True Love story from the very start? How a Keeley/Roy/Jamie story has been happening subtly in the background, now primed to become canon in the season largely focused on queer identities? How Keeley did not need to be the narrowly defined strong, independent, single woman when Rebecca Fucking Welton was right there, loving her life post-divorce, and instead the story decided to give her a man and a little girl at the last possible second?

They'll at least address that and have Keeley announce her intentions to stay single for a time after that mess with Jack, as a way of wrapping up her story, I thought and then that never happened.

They'll at least address Jamie and Roy's lingering feelings for Keeley because surely, after that bar confrontation, resulting in an actual FIGHT, they won't just shrug this off over some kebabs, I thought and then that never happened.

Well, it sucks that we didn't get a poly couple, but I suppose it was always a long shot--

[Dani slams in with two model women we know nothing about, just literal arm candy at a wedding where Beard marries his abuser that, intentionally or not, is kinda framed as a dream and wait wait wait THAT'S the canonical poly rep we're ending on??]

I've seen a couple people say that they enjoy the finale more after a re-watch and hell yeah. More power to you. Wish that were me. Unfortunately, outside the stuff I liked right at the start, I've enjoyed the finale less and less the more I've returned to it. So much just feels like it came out of nowhere, regressed the characters, contradicted long-term setups, and generally left me feeling disappointed about things they I believe we had good reason to expect from the show. These weren't things we simply hoped for and thus fans are in need of a reminder that this is not their story. This was stuff Ted Lasso textually and thematically implied... and when you're the feel good show of the quarantine era, pulling back from those implied promises feels even worse. The long-running couple break up in the most confusing, backsliding way possible. The last episode cruelly teases one of the most popular ships. Nate's entire redemption arc was rushed/had key moments pushed off-screen, giving him almost no time to re-connect with Ted. The established abuse plot-line is played straight at the end. Ted goes back to Kansas and, according to the montage, full-on abandons his found family in the name of doing right by Henry -- a level of sacrifice I don't think this kid needs or, if given the chance to have a say in all this, would necessarily even want.

Idk, there were a LOT of fantastic moments (the sign reveal makes me SCREAM!!!!!) but overall the bones of the finale left me feeling sad. The Roy/Keeley/Jamie situation is pretty reflective of that feeling.

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#5

Yoga Mod by Twinsimming & Alunn 🧘🏾‍♀️

This mod brings the yoga activity from The Sims 4: Spa Day to The Sims 3. Originally created by Alunn, I recently took over to add additional features and bring it to release!

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Overview

New Object: Yoga Mat

4 New Interactions

49 Converted Animations

10 Yoga Poses

Objects

Entertainment -> Sporting Goods

The Perfect Yoga Mat: two channels | §130 |

Zen Again Yoga Mat: two channels | §125 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

The yoga mat is draggable in Live Mode and can be placed in a sim’s personal or family inventory.

Yoga Mat

Using any of the yoga mat interactions will build the Athletic skill (except for Children), though some more slowly than others. As your sim’s skill increases, they will learn new yoga poses and improve on their execution of previous ones.

A sim’s Athletic skill also determines how long they can use the mat before becoming Fatigued* (anywhere from 4-7 hours):

Skill Level 1-3 (Poor/Novice): 4 hours

Skill Level 4-6 (Normal): 5 hours

Skill Level 7-9 (Skilled): 6 hours

Skill Level 10 (Expert): 7 hours

*Children will always get Fatigued after 3 hours.

Your sim won’t gain muscle, lose weight, or become more fit from using the mat, but they will fulfill any generic workout related wishes. And sims won’t lose Hygiene as fast as they would using other athletic equipment.

Sims aged Teen and up will switch into their athletic outfit, take off their shoes before using the mat, and put them back on when finished. Children will switch into their athletic outfit, but leave their shoes on.

Pregnant sims can use the mat in any trimester!

Interactions

Practice Yoga (Child and Up): Raises Athletic skill, gives sims the Tranquil moodlet after 2 hours, small boost to Fun need

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Contemporary Teen Bedroom Set 🛏

Hi everyone, I’ve finished my first set of conversions from The Sims 4: High School Years! I’m breaking the objects up into sets since EA did a really good job this time around making complete sets of bedroom furniture. The first one up is contemporary themed and includes a bed, desk, dresser, end table, shelving unit, rug, and a few other décor items. 

Most of the objects included have overlays on some areas while others remain CAStable. I did this to provide as much flexibility as possible for customization, so there are several CAStable presets available for each object. The top photo is fully decorated and the bottom photo shows just the objects that come in the set.

I don’t want to make this post too terribly long, so if you’re curious about where an object in the top preview photo came from please don’t hesitate to ask!

Comfort

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Bed Frame: one channel | §50 |

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Bed Pillows: three channels | §400 |

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Mattress: four channels | §300 |

Décor

Artistic Assembly: non-CAStable | §65 |

Hobby Holders: non-CAStable | §100 |

Rug Hongry: one channel | §65 |

Study Stacks Expanded: non-CAStable | §65 |

Storage

Drawers for my Drawers: three channels | §410 |

Surfaces

For Star Shelving: three channels | §140 |

Simple Yet Stylish Wooden Desk: three channels | §450 |

Steadfast Side Table: three channels | §140 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

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651 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

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679 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

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INSOMNIA by Charly Pancakes Conversions 💤

Charly Pancakes is one of my favorite custom content creators for The Sims 4, so naturally I had to have their stuff in The Sims 3 as well! I’ve converted all six items from their INSOMNIA set to share with you today. This set contains a wardrobe, a bed frame, a mattress, a small potted plant, a rug, and a functional candle.

The floor plant is from kandiraver-sims here, the suitcase end table is from Around The Sims 3 here, the wall art is from julietsimsccblog here, the mirror and hand sculpture are previous conversions of mine here and here, and the flooring is from pixelfrogslegs here.

Comfort

Double Bed Frame [by Charly Pancakes]: one channel | §370 |

Organic Cotton Bedding [by Charly Pancakes]: four channels | §260 |

Décor

Insomnia Small Plant [by Charly Pancakes]: one channels | §60 |

Insomnia Rug [by Charly Pancakes]: two channels | §170 |

Lighting

Birdskull Candle [by Charly Pancakes]: one channel | §80 |

Storage

Insomnia Wardrobe [by Charly Pancakes]: two channels | §580 |

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792 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

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Country Cottage Kitchen Set 🥚

Happy new year everyone! 🥳 I haven’t converted a kitchen set since 2020, which means it’s past time for another one! @hideoutpeach sent me an ask a while back about converting items from the Sims 4: Country Kitchen Kit, so I converted everything with the exception of the sink and cabinets. I also converted my favorite fridge from the Sims 4: Cottage Living!

I also just hit 1,000 followers on this blog! I’m so glad so many of you like my conversions, it means a lot to me!! 💙💙💙

Appliances

ReFridgeAdeezer - by Re FrostyFridge Corporation: three channels | $500 |

Pancakes at Dawn Stove: three channels | $600 |

Country Charm Fridge: two channels | $1750 |

Décor

Handy-Dandy Flower Caddy: two channels | $35 |

Granny's Cozy Casserole Dish: one channel | $83 |

Nicki Knack's Anything 'n Everything Jar: non-CAStable | $45 |

Heritage Bread Box: three channels | $75 |

Heritage Flour Tin: two channels | $63 |

Bountiful Bucket: non-CAStable | $57 |

Surfaces

Country Charm Shelf: one channel | $165 |

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Head canons for my One Piece hotties: What their office/man cave looks like

Kizaru✨

His office is standard for an admiral with his unclear justice framed on the wall. He always has piles of paperwork on his desk because he doesn’t really bother to do it. He enjoys eating bananas and also has a bunch on his desk for when ever he’s hungry. He doesn’t spend much time in his office and he doesn’t waste too much time decorating it.

Akainu🌋

His office at home is much more different than the one he has at work. It’s more calm and with his style than that which was given to him with of course many plants.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He doesn’t really care about his office at work since he’s never really there but it does have a couch. When he is there, he out cold on the couch. He has tons of paperwork on his desk but he doesn’t really bother about it.

Fujitora 🐅

He has a simple office at work where he just does his paperwork and then he is out of there. He doesn’t care as long he is able to get his work done, he’s fine with it.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He is always in his office unless he’s out of town or sleeping or in jail. He likes to keep his office dark and with a personality similar to his. He has many books that he’s read and often sits that the fireplace when doing so.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

His office resembles the rest of his home and he is there when he’s not out and about in Dressrosa or having meetings with his crew or entertaining some girls at the pool. He has many different artwork and sculptures in his office including a selfie he took with Crocodile at a Warlord meeting but Croc didn’t know about it….it’s his prize possession.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He has an office space on the ship as he does all the planning and is the brains behind it all. He keeps everything quite comfortable and messy at the same time because it’s just how he likes it. If anyone tries to clean up…he’s gonna shoot them.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He has a man cave where he chills with his brothers and plays a bit of music with them from time to time or they watch movies or play pool. His sisters are of course always welcome.

Killer🔪

He has a small office in his bedroom on the ship where he does his planning and what not. It’s not extravagant but rather simple. He does have a lot of photos of him and the crew as well as pictures of him and Kidd as children.

Kaido 🐉

He has a man cave that is just for him and maybe King and Queen from time to time. It’s usually where he drinks and plays musical instruments or even Shogi. It’s a very simple place but he does have some expensive weapons or items on display.

King👑

He has an office that is very neat and to his liking with different artwork on display. He’s very particular about how his office is so even does his own cleaning because he doesn’t want anyone to mess it up. He has tons of books that he reads from time to time too. Queen is not allowed in his office under any circumstances.

Queen👑

He has a man cave but of course he entertains the ladies there too, he once invited King to it and he barely even spent a minute before noticing it was filled with just women and booze. King has never been back even though Queen invites him all the time.

Izou🔫🔫

He has an office space that isn’t too masculine and very classy. He tends to work there when he isn’t busy on his ship. Sometimes he even falls asleep in there as it’s just a peaceful space.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He has a practical office space that he does all his work in and from time to time he has a few meetings there with other revolutionaries. He likes to read so he does have many books that he reads from time to time.

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Interpersonal Chapter 15

Oncie meets the family, Aurora continues to cause mischief, and there's a few more Big, Big Words.

“Wait, let me wake up,” he mutters, yawning and stretching. “Your family? Are they coming to visit or something?”

“No,” you sigh. You take a seat next to him and grab his hands, more for your own comfort than anything else. “I just got a call from my sister. My dad is in the hospital. He had a stroke and… well, they don’t think he has much longer than a week. I know this is really last minute, and that I’m disrupting your whole week, but if we could take your plane–”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he cuts you off. “Don’t worry about getting there, I’ll take care of it, alright? Let me make a few phone calls, why don’t you get some bags packed? What city are we flying into?”

You dive into his arms. “Thank you so much,” you whisper. “You don’t know how much this means to me.” You start getting choked up, so you bury your face in his chest, just needing him to hold you for a while.

He gives you all the time you need, slowly rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’m here for you,” he murmurs. “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”

You pull your head back to look at him. “You sure you want to come? I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Are you going to be okay with being away from work for up to a couple weeks?”

“That’s not important,” he brushes off. “The important question is, do you want me there?”

“Yes.” It’s the easiest answer you’ve ever given. Having him there to help be your strength… even the thought of it is unbelievably soothing. You didn’t just want him there, you felt like you needed him there. The thought of facing any ordeal without his help now was a terrifying unknown, a repelling thought. You didn’t even want to consider it.

After several minutes, you finally extricate yourself from his arms. “We really should get going,” you say, walking over to the dresser to start pulling out clothes. “You think we can fly in by tonight?”

“I’ll make it happen. What airport are we going to?” he asks, phone already in hand. You give him the name of the airport closest to your hometown as you continue gathering things together. Though he claims to be most comfortable in them, you decide not to take any of his suits. Besides the fact that you don’t really want him to be recognized, his mega-billionaire side and your hometown couldn’t coexist in your mind for some reason. You don’t want him to wear the façade he shows to the public around your family. You just want him to be himself.

At some point, he puts two suitcases on the bed and you hurriedly roll the clothes and toiletries into them. You’re a fairly quick packer, and by time he hangs up, you have nothing left to do but look around for any miscellaneous items you may have forgotten.

“Okay, I think we’re good,” you decide as you give the bedroom a final once-over. “What’s the schedule for flying?”

“I managed to fast-track it. We can leave in an hour,” he says. “Are you going to be okay with flying? I know you want to get out there fast, but I also know how much you hate planes.”

“It’ll be fine,” you insist. “Besides, you’ll be with me, right? This time I don’t have to stop myself from climbing into your lap if I need it.”

He raises one eyebrow at you. “While I’m definitely not complaining, I have to say, I wasn’t expecting you to flirt, given present circumstances.”

You shrug helplessly. “It’s my coping mechanism,” you sigh. “I use humor, or, with you, flirting apparently, to detract from all the negative thoughts. I have no idea what I’m feeling, so I just default to what’s most comfortable so I don’t self-destruct.”

“You don’t have to hide what you’re feeling around me,” he reminds you gently as he grabs the suitcases and takes them to the entryway while you wait for a car.

“I know,” you assure. “It’s not that. I literally just don’t know what I’m feeling. When my dad was in that accident that killed my mom, his personality changed. He doesn’t know who me or Aurora even are. To me, that was when my dad died. I mourned him then. I didn’t think him actually dying was going to have such an effect on me, but it is. It’s like losing him a second time.” Your mouth twists. You hate yourself a bit for what you’re about to admit, but if anyone will understand, it’s him. “And I hate this, I really hate this… but part of me is glad in a way. He’s not going to be in pain anymore, and he’ll be with my mom again, and I feel awful for even thinking that.” Your lower lip quivers again as you come dangerously close to crying.

He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Hey. Listen to me,” he urges, and reluctantly, you look into his eyes. “Everything you’re feeling is valid and none of it is bad. You’re in a terrible situation that I can’t even begin to imagine, and I’m so proud of how you’re handling it. You have to process your grief in your own way. And I’ll be here to help you the whole time,” he vows.

“And I am so grateful for that,” you murmur as a car pulls up. He holds the door open for you, so you take one of the suitcases. He tries to stop you from doing this, but you simply tell him “Please? I need to be doing something to keep myself from overthinking, even if it’s something this small. I just want to turn my mind off until we get there.” He relents, but you can tell it’s a struggle for him. It’s in his nature to take care of those he loves. It’s one of your favorite things about him, and you don’t ask him to give it up often, but right now it’s what you need.

You get yourselves and your luggage to the car quickly enough, and then you’re speeding to the airport. You give your phone to Onceler so he can text Aurora the flight details. By the time everything is squared away with her, you’ve reached the airport hangar.

You keep your eyes off the plane as you help to get the suitcases out of the car, but as a flight attendant comes to relieve you of your burden, you’re forced to confront the thing. Even wanting to get home as soon as possible doesn’t make the prospect of flying any more appealing.

“Hey. It’ll be okay," Onceler says as he comes up to stand next to you. “Just think of the last time we were on here, yeah?” You can’t help but laugh softly as you shake your head.

“You mean when you kissed me and then left like nothing had happened, which was really confusing by the way. Yeah, those were the good old days,” you say with a massive eye roll.

He wraps both his arms around your waist and kisses the back of your neck as you board the plane, so you can’t be too annoyed at him. Once you’re seated, you lay your head on his shoulder, and he’s positioned you both so that you can’t see out the window and further freak yourself out.

“That one kiss led to all of this,” he points out. “I was trying to figure out if you liked me, too. And if you want to make accusations of being confusing, that was you,” he teases, pressing his forehead to yours as the plane starts moving. You tense, but by now he’s learned how to keep you as calm as possible. He runs his hand up and down your arm and continues speaking in your ear. “You kissed me back but then you distanced yourself. I was thinking of giving up when I asked you to go driving with me.”

“Were you planning on fucking me that night?” you ask, both out of genuine curiosity and to keep him talking as the plane begins its ascent.

“Not initially,” he says slowly. “But I won’t deny that the thought did creep into my head pretty early that night. I wasn’t sure if that was going to mess up my chances of dating you though; I knew I wanted a relationship with you, but that was unfamiliar territory.”

You peek up at his face. That can’t be right. “There’s no way I’m your first girlfriend,” you say disbelievingly. 

“Not technically, no,” he shrugs. “I dated in high school, but not very seriously. Between then and you, it’s just been one night stands. Then you brought emotions into the picture and I didn’t know how to deal with it. You turned my whole world upside down.”

“Sorry for being such an inconvenience,” you tease. The plane seems to be at an acceptable height for you now; a glance out the window reveals that, sure enough, you’re in the clouds and shouldn’t have to deal with any severe jerking.

“You’re the best inconvenience that’s ever happened to me,” he promises, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you. That in and of itself is a miracle. And I wouldn’t change any of our decisions because they brought us together.” He gives you one more brief kiss, sending a warmth throughout your body, all the way down to your toes. “Now. How’d you want to spend the flight? Movies? Sleeping? Just talking?”

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” you decide after little consideration. “We were woken up pretty early. And I have a feeling we aren’t going to get much sleep over the next few days.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he agrees before leading you into the other room. You lay down next to him, drifting off into an uneasy sleep as you try not to think about what’s coming in just a few short hours….

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“What does Aurora look like?” Onceler asks as the two of you make your way through the airport several hours later. You’re both dressed casually and wearing sunglasses despite the evening having set in in an attempt to hide your faces, but you still see a few heads turn in your direction, causing your paranoia to flare up. You don’t want the press to bother you this week. Unfortunately, he sticks out in a crowd just based on his height alone. Someone’s bound to figure out it’s him. 

You force yourself to focus on his question instead of worrying if anyone recognizes him. “Um, she’s pretty tall, short hair, it’s just a little lighter than mine unless she’s dyed it. We’re not identical but you can tell we’re related.”

“I see her,” he mutters, and starts guiding you in the right direction. You crane your neck to try and see, but the throng of people is too thick. You trust his judgment, however; he stands a head above most everyone else.

Eventually, you get through enough people to find that it is indeed your sister he’s leading you towards. You seem to spot each other at the same time and close the gap quickly. You hug her tightly the second you can.

“You need to come home more often,” she admonishes gently before releasing you and taking her first look at Onceler. “Well shit,” she grumbles. “The pictures I’ve seen don’t do you justice at all. You’re tall as all fuck.”

“Um, thanks?” he guesses, looking to you for help, but you offer him nothing more than an apologetic shrug. If he wants to be with you, he’s going to have to learn to deal with Aurora on his own. She was part of the package.

“Oh, don’t be scared. I’m not going to bite today,” she teases, holding out her hand for him to shake it. Now it was your turn to be nonplussed. Aurora was never this nice. Granted, you’d never had a relationship serious enough to do a formal “meet-the-family” thing until now, but she’d met a couple before. And she’d never even pretended to be nice.

If either of them notice your expression, they don’t comment on it. “Come on,” Aurora says as she leads the way to the parking lot. “Dad was still conscious and able to talk when I left. He’s asking to see you.”

Now it was Onceler’s turn to quirk an eyebrow. “So… what am I expecting here?” he asks carefully. “I was under the impression he didn’t know who you two were. And I really don’t want to fuck anything up by saying or doing anything I’m not supposed to.”

You let Aurora take that question. She’s better equipped to answer it. “He doesn’t remember us, and every few days I have to remind him I’m his kid because he does forget, but when I told him his other daughter was coming to visit, he did say he wanted to see her. I mentioned you, too, but we’ll see if he remembers that.” By this point, you’ve reached the car and have loaded the suitcases into the trunk.

You get into the passenger’s side next to your sister while Onceler awkwardly clambers into the backseat. “Get comfortable, it’s a bit of a drive,” she informs him, looking highly amused at his attempts to get his long legs into a manageable position.

“Do you want me to get you gas?” he asks once the car starts moving, making you freeze. While probably an innocent sounding question to anyone else, you hadn’t gotten the chance to explain to Aurora how delicate the money situation was. You hoped this was a one time thing and that he wouldn’t try and do something like pay off your dad’s medical bills.

“Deal,” Aurora agrees easily enough before turning to you. “So, catch me up on everything I’ve missed since our last phone call.”

The rest of the car ride is spent in much more comfortable conversation. You hadn’t seen Aurora in person in nearly a year, and phone calls weren’t a substitute for the real thing. You talk about everything, from mundane things like work, to reminiscing about past stories, occasionally having to give Onceler context for some of those. She asks about your relationship, of course, but doesn’t treat it as though you’re dating one of the richest people in the country. It’s such a lovely return to normal that you nearly cry in relief.

Eventually, you pull up in the hospital parking lot. “We better hurry,” Aurora mutters. “There’s only a couple more visiting hours left.” She leads you through the sterile white halls that she seems to know a little too well. Soon enough, you stop outside a door. “I’ll go in first,” she murmurs. “Let him know you’re here, make sure he’s not too overwhelmed.” She slips through the door and you hear her soft voice, but you’re not able to make out any individual words. You settle instead for holding Onceler’s hand in a vice-like grip as your heart threatens to pound out of your chest.

But he's there next to you, strong and steady, a lifeline to cling to if you break. His presence is the only thing that enables you to step into the room.

Your father is lying on the cramped hospital bed, looking like he's aged twenty years instead of just one. He looks up groggily when you enter. "Who are you? Are you my other daughter?" He looks to Aurora, who nods in confirmation. He's only speaking out of one side of his mouth, so his words are extremely slurred, but you're able to just barely make them out.

"Yeah, I am. Hi Daddy," you whisper, taking a chair on the side of his bed. He frowns at you.

"I don't remember… I don't know…" he mumbles before glancing at a picture next to him. It's a family Christmas photo from when you were eleven. You were just hitting that awkward phase where you no longer looked like a child but the components that made up your adult face weren't quite there yet, but he seems to believe that you're the same person in the picture. "You grew up," he says with what you think is a smile.

"Yeah," you choke out, not trusting yourself to say any more out of fear you might burst into tears.

His gaze travels north to land on Onceler. "Who is this?" he asks uncertainly, looking to Aurora again, but you're the one who supplies an answer.

"Daddy this is Onceler. He's my boyfriend. He wanted to meet you," you explain carefully. Onceler nervously clears his throat.

"It's nice to meet you sir," he says, and you're suddenly hit with a strange urge to laugh. It was surreal to mesh the two sides of him together. Twenty-four hours ago you were at a party with the richest people of the country, all in his honor. And now he was meeting your family, and you knew him well enough by this point to know he was desperately hoping they approved of him.

Your dad studies him wearily. "You… treat her well. That's my daughter."

Onceler nods seriously. "Of course sir. I always make sure that I'm doing the best I can."

Even this short conversation seems to exhaust him, so he lays back in his bed, eyes mostly closed, but occasionally he'd open them and look around. The three of you sit in silence, not wanting to disturb him.

Eventually, a doctor knocks on the door. "Would I be able to speak with family for a moment?" he asks softly. Aurora stands immediately. You hasten to follow, but hesitate, looking back at Onceler.

"You go," he murmurs. "I'm not family. I'll stay here." You don't miss his darkened expression, but you'll have to wait to talk to him about it. You follow Aurora and the doctor into the hall.

"So I'm afraid the prognosis isn't good," the doctor says as gently as possible. "His brain is fighting a losing battle at this point. The injury he received a few years ago severely weakened him. That part of his brain has all but shut down, and the rest is following suit. We're not sure how much longer he'll be able to hang on, but I'm so sorry to tell you his brain can't recover from this."

You take a shuddering breath. Nothing he said was surprising, but that didn't make it any easier to hear. Aurora takes a deep breath herself but looks resigned. She's always been the stronger one out of the two of you. "So what's next?" she asks. "Do we just wait for him to pass? Do you recommend that he stays here?"

"We usually advise hospice care in these scenarios since it can be difficult to predict how long he actually has," the doctor answers. "We can work on moving him tomorrow if you want to make that decision. We also need to know if you want him placed on a DNR list."

"Yeah. At this point, make him a DNR," Aurora agrees before turning to you. "Are you comfortable with all of this? You have just as much say here as I do."

You take in yet another shaky breath. "Just make him comfortable," you whisper. "I don't want him to be in a bunch of pain."

The doctor nods. "Of course. Then we'll just do a little bit of follow up blood work tonight and plan on a hospice transfer tomorrow. We have one on our own campus." With one last apologetic smile, he walks off.

Aurora gives you a look. "It's nothing I wasn't prepared to hear," you sigh before hugging her quickly. "I'm glad I came though. I thought I'd already said goodbye, but I needed this closure."

"Yeah, and I'm glad you brought him," she grins. "Not only is he actually a really great support system for you, but now he has the chance to ask Dad for his permission to ask you to marry him."

You start choking on air. Aurora just watches you with amusement as you violently cough in an attempt to get your breath back. "That is not why he's here!" you sputter as soon as you manage to find your voice again.

"Oh, I'm not suggesting that was his only motive," she clarifies. "I'm just saying I'm willing to bet my life savings that as soon as we left the room, that's exactly what he did."

"He did not," you complain. "We're not at that point yet." Even as you say it, your stomach twists in a way you can't identify, so you decide to just ignore it for now.

"Well, humor me. Do you want to marry him?" Her tone was light enough, but her expression has gone deadly serious. You knew from experience that she was not going to let you off the hook until you gave her an honest answer.

That didn't mean you weren't going to try to get out of it. "I think it's a little early to even think about marriage," you huff, attempting nonchalance.

Aurora just snorts. "Please. I've been watching the way you look at him." Her eyes suddenly soften. "I don't know if I've ever seen two people more in love. You're enamored with him. And it seems like it's the healthy kind, because you clearly haven't lost yourself in him. So stop thinking and give me your gut-reaction answer. If he asked you right now, would you agree to marry him?"

"Yes." The word falls from your mouth before you're aware of what you're saying. When it does register, you nearly fall over; you have to grab a wall for support. "Oh fuck," you whisper before looking at Aurora. "Is now really the best time to be doing this? Dad's dying."

"And he can pass with the knowledge that he's giving his blessing to a man that's going to be good to you," she smiles. "I know you haven't seen it, but Dad's still in there. And this would make him thrilled."

You can't refute that, but still didn't think it was the best conversation to be having in the hospital hallway. You glance up and see a nurse coming with supplies for a blood draw, which gives you a perfect excuse to end said conversation. "Come on," you murmur, holding the door open for the nurse.

As you step back into the room, you can't help but notice that your dad is awake and that Onceler looks extremely happy about something. You're trying to convince yourself you're imagining things, but you make the mistake of looking at Aurora. Her smug expression clearly says 'I told you so.'

You barely resist the urge to stick your tongue out at her and instead turn back to your boyfriend, who's eyeing the nurse's instruments with a stark white face. When she pulls out a needle, he abruptly stands up and walks to the other side of the room.

Aurora, obviously, picks up on this immediately. "So is it the blood or the needles you don't like?" she snickers.

"Needles. Definitely the needles," he mutters as he focuses on the sink until you tell him it's safe. Aurora makes a sound of disgust in the back of her throat.

"If you can't handle a tiny little needle like that, how the hell are you going to handle it when she's getting a giant one threaded through her spine to give you a baby?"

After her needling earlier, that kind of comment from your sister doesn't faze you. You just sigh and offer her a glare. Onceler, on the other hand, was clearly unprepared; he flails so badly he hits his head on the small TV hanging from the ceiling, stammering incoherently, his face cherry red. Aurora looks between the two of you with narrowed eyes.

"Do not tell me you haven't talked about kids yet?" she asks incredulously. "You should probably have been on the same page about that before getting serious! Fucking idiots. This is why I don't bother with this shit."

She continues to mutter darkly under her breath until the clock hits nine a quarter of an hour later. "Bye Dad. We'll be back tomorrow," she says, before giving the two of you a meaningful look.

You don't need to be prodded. You take your father's hand. His eyes are closed again, so you're not sure if he's awake, but you still whisper a "Goodbye, Daddy," as Onceler puts his hand on your shoulder for support. Almost absentmindedly, you reach up to grab that hand before giving him a small smile as you leave the hospital. This really would have been so much harder without him.

The drive to your childhood home is swift and mostly silent. All three of you are exhausted. You also know your family's three bedroom rambler is a far cry from the luxury Onceler's gotten used to, but to his credit, he never says a word.

"You know where everything is," Aurora yawns. "I'll see you in the morning." She heads off into the master bedroom she's claimed as her own while you open the door across the hall to your old bedroom.

Aurora's converted it into a mix of a guest bedroom while still leaving vestiges of your youth. She's put in a queen bed that's only just long enough for Onceler, but she's also left up all your old volleyball awards. It's a stark contrast between your old life and the new one you've carved out for yourself.

Onceler doesn't say much until you both get into bed and you curl into his chest. "So that's what an actual family acts like?" he asks quietly.

You pull back just enough to look at him. "Just mine. And you're part of it now," you remind him firmly.

He gives you a grateful smile before looking nervous. "About what Aurora said at the hospital…" he starts.

"Later," you decide. "I don't have the capacity for that heavy of a conversation right now. And I don't think it's as big of a deal as she's making it out to be."

He visibly relaxes. "Okay. Sounds good. Let's just sleep then," he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. And with all the emotional turmoil of the past twenty-four hours, it doesn't take long for sleep to find you.

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You're awoken the next morning by Aurora coming into the room, wearing a grave expression. You immediately shake Onceler awake, and only when you're both conscious does Aurora say, "I got a call from the hospital. Dad had another stroke last night and slipped into a coma. And… he won't wake up. Ever. They want to know if we want to pull the plug."

You let out one choked sob, and Onceler immediately puts his arms around you. It takes several minutes before you're able to look up at your sister. The words stick in your throat. All you can do is nod.

And then the sobs come all at once. You bury your head in Onceler's chest and cling to his shoulders, needing this one pillar of support as so much comes crashing down.

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Fandom

N/A, these are oc's of mine and/or my bsf!

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Characters

Leo/Lee ;; 27 ;; Male ;; He/Him ;; Little

Cerberus/Ceb ;; 26 ;; Male ;; He/They ;; CG

Nathan/Nat ; 28 ; Gender fluid ; any prns ; Little

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Plot

Nat wakes up finding himself not regressed. With a lovely morning ahead, he finds one of his husband's (Leo) regressed in his room. A little helps look after another little with their cgs help!

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Nathan woke up around ten in the morning. He didn't really feel like he was regressed, so he pulled himself out of bed. He figured he could at least make breakfast for him, Leo, and Cerberus. He's always regressed, almost always anyways, so he wanted to give him something back. He looked over to one of his husbands that slept with him. The home is a two bedroom house. One was a small bedroom and the other one, his room, is a master. It still didn't have room for a kind sized bed, so two slept in one and one slept in the other. It worked out for them just fine. Besides most of the room was little friendly, shelves of story books and toys and other regression items littered around. He noticed the sleeping male having his thumb in his mouth. A quiet gasp escaped him. He covered his mouth and ran out of the bedroom.

He ran down the hallway and to the smaller bedroom. Nat knocked on the door before opening it and looking inside. His nose twitching like a bunnies as he had. He noticed that the bed was empty. He pouted and made his way to the kitchen, seeing the missing male in the kitchen making breakfast.

" Cerberus! " he yelled, scaring the life out of the poor dude.

" Jesus! " Cerberus yelled back at Nat.

" Sorry- but I wanted to make breakfast, " he whined softly.

Cerberus sighed and kissed Nat's head, happy that he wanted to do such a kind thing. It warmed his heart. However, he rather he cooked breakfast over him. It's become such a routine for him to cook it every single morning and for every meal.

" You can still help bunny, are you little? " he asked as he handed him some things to mix and work on for him.

Nat shook his head and got to work, however he remembered what he was even trying to show him to begin with. He tugged on his sleeve for the males attention, getting a confused look in response. He tugged his arm instead.

" I'm confused, " Cerberus whispered.

" Come with me! I have something soooo cute to show you! "

" I don't know, nothing is more cute than you, " he teased and smiled, watching Nat's face go red.

He slapped his arm then dragged Ceb to the bedroom where their other husband slept quietly. His large frame faced away from the door, so his face couldn't be seen. The male on the bed is the biggest out of the three of them. He had the frame of a large football player and stood at 5'11. His default angry expression and tattoos gave him a scary appearance. His equally as scary personality didn't help. Cerberus had a similar scary and aggressive appearance to him but he didn't have a large football player frame and only stood at 5'7. Nat was the complete opposite of both of them. He's small and thin, lanky, and at 5'3. On top of that, he looked to be more feminine than the pair.

" I don't understand, " Ceb whispered so he wouldn't wake the other.

" Go on the other side Cebby, " Nat giggles and shoved him playfully, but not used enough to knock him over.

Cerberus rolled his eyes but did what he was asked to. He blinked at the scene while his brain tried to process. His expression softened towards him. It made him so happy to see him like this, but also so scared to know what even got him there.

" Hey bunny? How about you go finish breakfast while I do this, " Ceb offered, keeping his voice a whisper.

" Okay! " Nat whispered shouted and ran back to the kitchen excitedly.

Nat's food is really good, so naturally, Cerberus didn't complain. He knew the sleeping male wouldn't either. He walked to his side of the bed, the side the large male laid on. He sat on his knees beside it and gently rubbed his back and side to slowly wake him up.

" Leo, " he sang softly.

He got a grunt in response. Leo turned to lay in his stomach and buried his face into the blankets and pillows. Ceb kept rubbing his back and trying to wake him.

" Baby boy, can you please get up for us? Just for breakfast. You can watch a movie after and cuddle and nap all you want, " he offered.

The worn bed creeked as Leo turned over to look at Ceb. His nose and mouth buried into the comforter still while his thumb was in his mouth. The offer worked, causing Cerberus to smile brightly. He kissed his head and pulled out the trunk from under the bed. Leo pulled himself into a sitting position, looking around the room that now was lit up by the sun that came through the thin curtains. The curtains made the room look like cotton candy. He giggled quietly at the colors. He liked them.

" Baby? Do you want to change to something comfy? " Ceb asked as he pulled Leo's blankie from the bed.

The old small child blanket caught Leo's attention. He pulled is thumb from his mouth and made grabby hands for it, making soft babbles towards the blanket too. He was given it quickly after and cuddled it to his chest. The blanket was small for even Nat, so it looked tiny compared to the large man who, now, cuddled it on the bed. No one was allowed to cuddle blankie. The only time Leo let people touch it was when they were getting it for him.

" Lee, I need a little attention please, " Ceb asked of him.

Leo nodded and slowly slid off the bed. He crawled with his blankie over to the chest. It was filled with smol clothes custom made to fit him specifically. Even pull ups that fit him were custom made. He looked through the chest and pulled out a cute bat onsie. It had little wings attached to it and everything. It was his favorite kind.

" Ba.. Ba," he giggled as he gave it to Ceb.

Ceb smiled and kissed his head. He pulled out a matching paci for Lee then closed the chest and locked it. He used his foot to shove it back under the bed. Leo was quick to take the paci and pop it into his mouth. He chewed on it while Ceb helped him get dressed. It only took a few minutes. He waddled out of the bedroom with his blankie, tripping a few times but Ceb helped him not completely fall. He wished he was able to carry him, but he was too big. It broke his heart honestly. Leo curled up into the couch once there and managed to put cartoons on. Adventure time played, it's his favorite to watch.

Breakfast went by like a blur. It was easy since Leo was so sleepy the whole time. He's a sleepy little in general, but it never bothered Ceb or Nat. If anything it was a nice break from Nat's hyper regressed state. As cute as Nat is, they needed a break sometimes. The three husbands cuddled in the living room while sleeping beauty played on the TV. Nat sat between Cebs legs in the floor, resting his head against one of his legs. Leo had his head rested on Cebs thigh. His blankie over his shoulders as he quietly babbled and chewed his paci. At some parts he hide his face away in Cebs thigh. It was scary.

A big villian fight came but it really scared Leo. He broke into tears and sat up at the scene played. Nat panicked and turned off the TV, meaning to pause it but he panicked too much. Cerberus pulled Leo into his chest and petted his head gently.

" Shhh, it's okay baby, I'm here. I'll always be here to protect you, " he reassured.

" Dada aways? " Leo asked as he looked up to him.

(Daddy always will?)

The words seemed to calm him down so suddenly, like they were the perfect thing he needed to hear. He nodded and smiled, understanding what he had mean. He kissed his head softly.

" I love you baby. "

" 'oves dada toos, " Leo sniffled.

(Love daddy too)

" Hey! I love you guys too, " Nat whined and jumped onto the couch. He cuddled the two happily after.

" 'oves Bubba toos! " Lee giggled and smiled.

(Love Bubba/Nat too!)

" I love you too Bunny. "

[southernmermaidsgrotto]

Hi!! i'm a baby bruja and i wanted to ask if you know a way to work or make spells that doesn't require that many objects?? i always see that brujeria is heavy on jars, puppets, pouches and the like, but i live in a small appartment with 2 roommates and don't feel comfortable holding magic items such as those in like, my bedroom. So is there a way to do the same, but with less "physical" items??

Hi dearest! I think this post will help with that.

True brujería has always been about doing with what you have in hand. One of my personal favorites when I need something quick, easy and sure to work is knot magic, just doing a number of knots in anything I have in hand (if it's a cord or string, it's fine, but also a necklace chain has worked for me, for example) while praying or saying some kind of chant/spell. The versions you'll find online tend to use nine, and give a specific chant for it, but use any number that feels sacred or important to you, and feel free to change the chant of the spell too to suit your needs!

You can make simple charms out of literally anything by just praying over them for specific intentions, using different verses or passages of sacred scriptures (any you personally prefer! not just catholic prayers or psalms but also hindu/buddhist mantras for example or anything that's sacred to you). Charm a necklace or bracelet for protection, charm your rosary/prayer beads for clarity and divine guidance, your pen for inspiration, or your make up for a glamour, and so on.

The magical tools you see online so often are nice and all, but realistically, they're a priviledge not a need. The magic is in your blood, not in the tools. Experiment around with different kinds of charming (using stones or crystals to charge things, using water or salt to cleanse depending on the object, voice and prayer or song, etc) and find out what works best for you based on your particular gifts!

And don't be afraid to ask or send a message if you need advice or help with anything in particular ^^ I'm also more likely to answer sooner & faster on instagram.

[storiesofsvu]

A Redemption Earned Ch 27

Warnings: language, a bit of gremlin chaos, talks of the toxic past. A/N: I'm not gonna lie, when I was writing this chapter, I lowkey hated it. I just skim read it now and maybe it's not that bad? Either way I needed the second half of it to happen and i knew it wasn't long enough on its own, and I figured we hadn't seen Jackie & Nat in a while so why not? I'm not 100% sure but I might take a wee little break on this story, I had everything up to now fully planned out and now to the end it's kinda just bits and pieces so we'll see how things go.

Becca was ever thankful that she had clearance into Observatory Circle, thanking security for letting her in before she bounded upstairs to greet her best friend after over a month of not seeing each other.

“I come bearing some very American pizza and cider.” She greeted with a huge smile, dropping the items in her hands onto the dining room table.

“Oh thank god.” Nat exclaimed, diving in for a tight hug, “I fucking missed you.”

“Missed you too.” She replied with a smile, “how was the flight back?”

“Treacherous.” Jackie commented, exiting the bedroom changed into cozy clothes, hands rubbing a towel through her damp hair before she tossed it into the laundry bin.

“Yeah the turbulence was terrible.” Nat commented, shifting to crack open a cider.

“Trip was okay though?” Becca asked, thanking the other woman for passing her a drink.

“It was politics, how good could it be?”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted the job.” She laughed, “at least it pays better than bartending.”

“At least there’s less than a year left.” She replied with a sigh, tossing a roll of paper towels to Becca as she flipped open the pizza box to grab a slice and the younger woman looked up towards Jackie.

“You’re not gonna run?”

“Have you seen any campaigning from me?” She replied with a laugh, “I’m done with this bullshit, eight years was plenty.” She pulled down a bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass, “also I’m crashing the food portion of your girls day, we didn’t get to eat on the plane.”

“That’s fine.” Becca mumbled over a bite of food, shifting the pizza box in Jackie’s direction, “besides, I’ve got gossip you’ll love to hear.”

“Oh please tell me it involves your mom.” There was a sparkle in her eye as she spoke, “I know you’re on good terms with her now but I just can’t resist a good Heather story.”

“It does.” Becca laughed, “what else would I have waited to tell in person?”

“Did she fuck up?” Nat asked, “y/n break up with her?”

“No. They’re so sickeningly in love it hurts me, they’re basically living together and mom’s surprisingly doing great. Even with me losing my shit at Christmas.” She grimaced at the memory of her bad behaviour, “y/n’s really helped her work through stuff that I don’t think she would have been able to otherwise.”

“That’s good.” Jackie smiled softly, “it’s what she really needed.”

“Okay but cut to the chase, what’s the tea?” Nat asked, pulling laughs from the other two, “does Rob have a new girlfriend your mom hates? Is someone pregnant? Oh my god are you pregnant?”

“Ewww. Fuck no.”

“But is someone else? Because that would be big news.” Jackie asked with a smirk and Becca laughed.

“Well. I guess someone was pregnant.”

“What does that even mean?” Nat asked, her nose crinkling as she tried to figure it out.

“Turns out Jordan knocked someone up before he died.” Becca stated and Jackie gasped, her hand slapping her wife’s arm.

“That fucking kid at the White House! I told you!”

“What kid?” Becca asked, now having her turn at confusion.

“When y/n was chaperoning a field trip and we were talking with her, some kid came barrelling up.” Jackie shrugged, “I thought he looked familiar but I couldn’t figure it out.”

“I’m guessing that’s exactly what Jordan looked like at that age?” Nat assumed and the other two nodded.

“Yeah. Kid’s a carbon copy, it’s almost creepy.”

“Your mom lose her shit?” Nat asked, sipping at her drink.

“The day I’m assuming she found out she was acting weird at dinner and they left early so I’m guessing they talked about it when they got home but she hasn’t like regressed or anything.”

“And Jordan’s a touchy subject.” Jackie commented.

“Yeah.” She nodded, “like, mom doesn’t even talk to dad about Jordan much, but she’s actually opened up to y/n about a bunch of it.”

“Okay but if she didn’t freak, she must have known already.” Nat leant forward on the table, “was she paying this girl off to stay quiet?”

“No.” Becca laughed, “she was going to abort, that’s what mom and Jordan thought happened, but she changed her mind and never said anything. But here’s the kicker… they ran into each other last week when y/n convinced mom to visit Jordan’s grave on his birthday.”

“Oh good god.” Jackie rolled her eyes, turning to refill her wine glass, “I’m sure that went well.”

“But here’s the thing… it did…”

“What!?” Both of the other women were more than surprised at that.

“Well I mean, y/n was there so I’m sure that helped, she took Cody off for a bit to give them some time to talk, apparently mom gave her a business card and left the ball in her court, but she’s like, dying to actually meet the kid and get to know him.”

“That’s surprising considering how involved with your childhood she was.” Jackie muttered and Becca let out a huff.

“She liked Jordan better; we both know this.”

“Really?” Nat’s brow furrowed, having come into the Dunbar’s lives at a much later time the fact that the delinquent was the favourite was a surprise. Then again, when she’d met Becca, she had basically eradicated herself from the Dunbar name, so there was a very convoluted history there.

“When we were kids, for fucking sure. Why do you think I’m so close with my dad?”

“Could be the lesbian thing.”

“Wow.” Becca swatted at her arm with an eye roll.

“She didn’t like Jordan better.” Jackie commented, “you were just one hell of a fussy baby and one fiercely independent kid.” She took a large sip of wine, muttering the rest of her sentence over the rim of the glass, “and then you happened to catch her in bed with a barely legal girl and had something to hold over her head for the next decade.”

“So you’re just saying I was a brat?” The younger woman teased and Jackie rolled her eyes.

“You required much more effort to babysit.”

“That’s because your version of baby sitting was turning on the t.v and basically ignoring us.”

“Which is exactly why I don’t have kids.” She shot back with a smile that quickly turned into a frown, “oh god I’m gonna have to meet this kid, aren’t I?”

“I mean, if things go as hoped I’m assuming he’ll be at Christmas.” Becca retorted, “but like, you haven’t been around since you tore a strip off mom, I’ve barely seen you since dad’s birthday.”

“Well I’m sorry,” Jackie laughed with a tease in her voice, “I’m the vice president of your country, I’m a little busy and I’ve got better things to do that hangout with an old frenemie.”

“Babe, you really need to give it up already.” Nat reached out, squeezing at her hand, “if Becks and I can forgive her, I think you should be able to.”

“Don’t forget dad. She cheated on him for like, twenty years and they’re besties now.”

“Ugh.” Jackie rolled her eyes, “you two are insufferable sometimes, you know that?”

“Give her a chance and I’ll give you a brownie?” Becca offered with a sly grin and the older woman’s protests melted into a smirk.

“Fine. I’ll show at your birthday and be on my best behaviour come Christmas.”

“Even if there’s a kid there?” Nat asked with a tease and Jackie’s nose crinkled, but she nodded as she stood from the table.

“You’ve convinced me into torture, I’m taking my leave before I agree to anything else.” She paused briefly to kiss Nat quickly, “you two enjoy your night.” With a small wave she disappeared down the stairs, leaving the other two in a small fit of giggles.

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Across town you’d successfully managed to evade being on pick up duty for once, finishing up some marking in you classroom to the sounds of shrieks on the playground. There was a small knock on your door frame and you half expected it to be Heather, glancing up to find Lily standing in the doorway.

“Hi.” You started, pausing in your movements of packing things up.

“Do you… have a minute?” She asked, almost timidly stepping into the room.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“I was hoping I could talk to you about a couple of things.”

“Cody okay?” You asked, worry picking up in your chest, “oh… if you want to transfer him out of my class, I understand.”

“Oh!” Her eyes widened, “no, not at all! He’s doing way better in your class and he adores you, I would never pull him out.”

“Okay.” You settled against the edge of you desk.

“Heather… said you’re her partner?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help the small smile that snuck its way onto your lips, “we’ve been together just over a year.”

“So you’d say you know her pretty well then?” She asked and you nodded, “including… everything that happened during that election year?” You let out a little laugh, nodding once more.

“Yes. She’s been incredibly open about her past and the mistakes she’s made. She’s back on good terms with her ex and her daughter, we usually see them every couple of weeks for dinner, games, whatever.”

“She mentioned therapy?”

“Yeah. She started going shortly after Jordan died, when she first left Washington and she still goes at least once every two weeks now. She’s put a lot of work in, and I think everyone can vouch that she’s grown and changed, she really isn’t the psychotic woman she used to be, and I’m not just saying that because I’m like, Stockholm syndromed.” You let out a little laugh, “we’ve been through more in one year together than I have with anyone else in multiple years.”

“That’s good. I’m glad she got help.” She sighed softly, “I never really thought about the fact that I was withholding someone from their grandson, I just honestly didn’t think Jordan would want anything to do with it. And I thought his parents might force him into it and that would just make things worse.”

“No, I could definitely see that happening back then.” You laughed, “I think you made the right call, even Heather has said he would’ve been a terrible dad.”

“Does the rest of the family know about Cody?”

“Rob and Becca, but Heather doesn’t talk to her parents anymore.”

“Okay…” she tugged her lip into her mouth and you could tell she was working through what to say next, “are…are they good people? Or is this one of those like, toxic rich people family types?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, because back in the day, it definitely had been.

“I think that cycle was broken with Becca’s generation, and with many thanks to Rob. Becca’s a little chaotic, but she’s a blast, and while she doesn’t want kids herself I know she’s intrigued about being an aunt considering she never thought she’d get the chance. And Rob, he’s one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, he’s kind, genuine, hilarious, and was an incredible dad. He and Heather are very excited at the possibility of being grandparents, especially with the connection being through Jordan. Neither of them really talk about him or what happened often, but I know it’s still pretty triggering for both. I think they kinda see this as the universe sending them a sign that everything’s going to be okay.”

“I can’t imagine the pain of what they went through, and in the middle of everything else that was going on too?”

“Yeah.” You sighed softly.

“I mean, if anything was to ever happen to Cody, I don’t know if I’d be able to function anymore. I guess… that’s another reason I’m hesitant, I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I know.” You assured her, “what it all boils down to is protecting him.”

“What would you do?” She asked and you took a breath, trying to not pick a side, you understood both, and understood that things could get pretty complicated.

“I just know that my grandparents would’ve done anything for even an extra hour with me. We would love to have you and Cody as part of our family, and it can start slow, a coffee on the playground, Cody already knows me, Heather and Rob could just be new friends. If something doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t go past that and there’s no judgement.”

“And if it does feel okay?”

“Then it’s up to you really. Heather knows she’s not going to be trusted to babysit one on one right away, and that things ideally would be left up to Cody and if he likes spending time with anyone. You’d be welcome at any and all family gatherings, from weekly dinners to things like Christmas or birthdays. And… if I know Heather… she’ll probably go a little overboard with the spoiling but I’ll try to keep her in line.” You both laughed at that, Lily looking up at you with a small smile.

“It would be nice to have a couple free babysitters at the least.” She admitted, “it gets a little tricky being a single mom while working full time.”

“You could have a weekend to yourself for once.”

“Oh god.” She laughed, shaking her head, “you mean a quiet house? Five minutes without someone yelling mom? I could actually enjoy a bottle of wine?”

“See?” You raised a brow with a grin, “there’s some major added bonuses here.”

“Any major… warnings? I guess, you think I should know about?”

“Uh…” you paused to think, “well… things can get a bit chaotic, both in the good way and the bad way. Heather does get poked fun at for her previous behaviour, but she handles it well, you’ll probably hear Becca say something you think would cause a screaming match but it’s usually just an eye roll nowadays. And there’s a rather heavy gay presence, which isn’t seen that much.”

“Aside from you and Heather?”

“Yeah. Becca’s got a long term girlfriend, and Becca’s best friend Nat is married to a woman.” You stalled suddenly, “oh….”

“What?” Her brow furrowed and you laughed, realizing how ridiculous this whole thing was about to sound and why Heather had been so worried about explaining it to you the first time.

“Nat uh…was one of Heather’s sugar babies.”

“Wait… is this Natasha that works in the white house?”

“You follow politics?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, “was overly obsessed with it in high school, considered a career in it too. Wasn’t Nat the one Heather hit in that video at the hospital?”

“Yup.” You couldn’t help the small laugh.

“And they’re on speaking terms?”

“Under the very watchful eye of Jackie, yes.”

“Well if they can make it work, I guess a coffee wouldn’t hurt.”

“Heather just wants a chance to prove that she’s good enough to be involved in your lives. After that? Baby steps.”

“Yeah.” Lily smiled softly at you, about to say something again when there was a thunk against your window and a muffled ‘MOM!’ from Cody pressed up against the glass as he yelled something about pizza. Instead she let out a soft sigh, “guess that’s my queue.” You laughed, waving to Cody before saying goodbye.

Overall, it seemed like things were heading in the right direction. You originally had wanted to stay out of things, letting Lily and Heather sort things out on their own, but you were now realizing that first; you were already part of the family. And second, you were a familiar and comfortable face for Lily to talk to about things. She knew you through school, knew that Cody liked and trusted you, and in turn so did she. You had the inside scoop on Heather and the rest of the Dunbar clan and weren’t afraid to talk about the rather chaotic stuff. All you could do now was sit back and hope that things progressed in the way everyone wanted them too.

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