#oh and then household chores i guess

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[k3n-dyll]

Domestic!Sevika [Drabble]

||Men, minors, and ageless DNI

CW: None just Vika being cute

AN: not proofread, just started writing

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Domestic!Sevika who has never been in love before you, finding herself roaming around your apartment while you're out and noticing a basket full of undone laundry sitting near the washer.

You've been super busy recently and haven't had much time or energy to keep up with certain household chores and laundry was one of them.

Now, Sevika has never been one to just...do shit for people. Not unless it benefitted her in some way. And yet now she finds herself sorting your darker clothes from the light ones, washing them separately, drying them then heading back onto your bedroom and putting them away. She doesnt even roll them into a ball and toss them into drawers like she sometimes does with her own things - she folds them. Neatly.

She finishes and is quite proud of herself, going back to giving herself a bit of a tour of your place, but oh, look at that - the sink has dishes from last nights dinner date.

On any normal day you'd have washed them after eating but Sevika had other plans, which is why she was over at your apartment the next morning in the first place. A part of her feels bad for practically carrying you into the bedroom the night prior instead of helping you clean up, so she may as well make up for it by washing those dishes now, right?

Needless to say, when you get back that afternoon your apartment is spotless and something heavenly is wafting from the kitchen. There's no sign of Sevika until you walk back into your bedroom. Shes lounging on top of the blankets of your now made up bed, reading a book.

"You did all this?"

And she just stares at you for a moment, thinking.

"Oh, dinner? Yeah. I figured since you cooked last night..."

You shake your head and begin to explain what you mean fully. You could literally see your reflection on the counters when you walked through the kitchen and shes just sat here as if she hasnt moved all day. Even when you elaborate, she just shrugs as if she hadnt just made your life 10 times easier by simply being left alone in your house for a day.

"I dunno...I just got bored I guess"

Is her explanation for it, though that was clearly a lie, but you werent going to push her into saying anything sappy. Her work around the house said enough. She's been here before, sure, but its clear that she takes in every little thing you do. She's cooked your favorite dish, folded your laundry and sorted it in the specific way that you always do. She'd managed to get every little organization quirk of yours down to a T.

"Well, thank you for getting bored" you respond, kissing her on the forehead, and while she'd never say it out loud but that little bit of praise makes her heart jump.

I love her sm

Little drabble that is solely based on my urge to act like a housewife when I'm with my girlfriend. I'd lasso the moon for that girl istg

Taglist: @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery, @delinthecut, @sevsbaby, @archangeldyke-all

[burntb4bydoll]

Switch!Bill Kaulitz x switch!fem reader

Summery: you and Bill are feeling pent up and submissive but you both need release badly, so you figure out a way to please both of you

Warnings: dacraphylia, lots of switch energy happening, you’re both so talkative and whiny awe

You and Bill had challenged yourselves at the beginning of the week. The challenge was that neither of you were allowed to cum no matter what, and whoever came first had to do the household chores for a week. Now this seemed like a fun idea at first…until both of you started to get needy. Neither of you could keep your hands to yourself, you would make out and grind on each other for hours, just never going as far as sex. This ultimately led to both of you being extremely sexually frustrated and horny.

You’re currently sitting in Bills lap as the two of you are messily kissing and rubbing against each other. He pulls away and runs his hands up your shirt. “Y/n, I can’t do it anymore. I need you so bad. Need your pussy so bad, please!” He begs, clinging to your waist as his face smooshes against your stomach.

“I need you too Bill. I wanna cum so bad! I want your dick in me so fucking bad it hurts!” He pulls your shirt off over your head and you do the same with his. You sit up and crawl off of him so that you can slip off your underwear and he does the same. Once you are done, his hands find your waist again and he yanks your body to sit on top of him again. “I need to feel you now, I don’t care anymore. I don’t wanna wait.” Your hand grabs his dick, sinking yourself down onto him. Bill whimpers and throws his head back onto the thin pillow that he was laying on.

“Fuck, baby! You feel so good! You’re so wet.” He whines, tear’s already forming in his eyes. “Please fuck me, I need you to ride me!” You used your thumb to wipe away a stray tear that fell from his eye as you rolled your hips on his, you own tears starting to gather on your bottom lashes.

“Its ok, Bill. Im gonna make you feel good. Gonna make us both feel good. Its ok..” you rambled, bucking your hips faster. His hands trailed up your body to hold you hips, guiding you to move harder against him.

“You’re such a good girl, so good for me. Am I being a good boy? Please tell me I’m being a good boy!” Now its his turn to wipe away your tears. You immediately lean into his soft hand and more tears come streaming down your cheeks.

“Yeah, you’re such a good boy! My good boy. I love you so much, Billy!” Your voice is whiny and high pitched even through your efforts to sound put together. Bill moans loudly at your praises, his hips bucking up to meet your hip movements. Your hand moves down to rub yourself, trying to speed up your release so that the pressure buildup will finally feel better. Bill gasps at the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly, his hands now have a bruising grip in your waist. You can feel yourself coming closer and you let out a sob, “oh fuck! Can I- shit! Can I cum? Please, please please-”

“Please cum for me baby! Im gonna cum too! Fuck- you’re so wet, so fucking tight too~!” He cuts you off, now full on fucking you even from underneath you. You feel the knot in your stomach snap and you let out a shaky cry, sending Bill over the edge shortly after. You continue grinding softly against him until it became too much. Leaning down towards him, you lips find his and you share a sweet, but messy kiss. When you sat up, you looked at him and giggled a little,

“Well I guess we both lost. That was a pretty dumb bet.”

[moon0fairy]

Finished 2x05 of heartbreak high and oh boy stuff went down (contains spoilers!!):

I kinda expected the identity of bird psycho but also didn‘t want it to be true. He was kinda acting sus during the camping trip and something about his mannerisms, the way he looked made me suspicious

On reason why I threw away that thought is because I couldn‘t think of a motive since he‘s the new kid but I‘ll guess why‘ll find out soon

Poor Malakai tho, he deserves someone who truly likes him :( I can‘t tell if I still like Amerie x Malakai because she‘s done some not so nice stuff but let‘s see

Amerie listing out to Malakai what he‘s done wrong in a frog costume and a flute was hilarious

Poor Quinni, I totally get it tho :( She was so focused on her detective work and then suddenly it all collapsed. I also panic when my friends have so much stuff going on and I feel left out. I‘m just glad we got such great autism representation

Darren, Cash and Harper sounds like the most chaotic living situation ever (I feel like Cash would do all the household chores and being stressed out)

Kinda need more Darren and Cash scenes, I‘m glad they‘re communicating more ( minus Cash not telling Darren about the whole Chook thing, which also understandable)

Interesting that we get a Spider redemption arc and yeah, after seeing his living situation, I can understand why he behaves like that (what Missy said). I hope he learns that he doesn‘t have to be such a shitty person

Also MISSY IS SO GORGEOUS I HAVE A FAT CRUSH ON HER (Spider you better treat her right)

[missjashin]

Steve spending the night at Eddie’s because his parents are home and they’ve been arguing so he doesn’t really wanna be at home. Didn’t go to Robin because her parents might not let him stay the night and also Robin has work tomorrow and Steve doesn’t. The odd case of them not having shift together.

So he ends up with Eddie and in the morning he is having breakfast with Eddie and Wayne and they discuss their plans for the day. Eddie and Wayne have some plans for the day. You know, to spend some quality family time maybe? Or maybe they have just some errands to run, stuff to figure out because of all the shit that went down during spring break.. Whatever, they have plans for the day and Steve.. doesn’t want to intrude any more than he already is so he is not going with them. Even when they say he can come too.

And it’s summer time so the kids are busy with whatever the teens are busy with. And Steve loves them dearly and loves spending time with them but he tries to give them space and not smother them with his worrying so yeah he can’t spend the day with them either. They’ll come to him if they need him.. He could always go bother Robin at work but going to your work place on your free day because you have nothing better to do sounds a little sad.. So maybe he’ll just have to suck it up and go back home then.

But then Eddie offers that he could stay. You know he doesn’t have to leave just because Wayne and Eddie do. Like he could stay, it’s fine. They’ll be back by 6 or so and they could have dinner together then? And since Steve really really really doesn’t want to go home right now he accepts (after asking about thousand times if it’s really okay tho).

So soon he is left alone with a “Feel free to educate yourself with my music collection while we’re gone” and see you laters. Steve didn’t really have any plans for today and he kinda left in a hurry too so he didn’t bring much stuff with him but oh well he’ll figure something out.

He starts collecting the breakfast dishes and well he could wash them. He has the time and it would be just nice little gesture since the Munsons let him stay and all. And then it just makes sense to wipe the counters and the table after that. Like who would wash the dishes and then just leave crumbs all over the place? Oh. And I guess he just got some of those crumbs to the floor now. Well it’s just a quick little sweep. Could vacuum the whole place now too since he started. But first he needs to declutter a bit because goddamn Eddie why are your clothes and books just everywhere. Might as well do some laundry while he’s at it.

When Eddie and Wayne come back home around 6pm the place they’re in for a quite a shock. Not only is the place spotless but they’re greeted with the smell of food as well. “Oh you’re back! I’m making dinner, it’s just about done” Steve welcomes them enthusiastically but start to doubt himself a little after seeing the surprised faces. “I.. hope that’s okay”

Only then Steve realizes he may have got little carried away with his cleaning spree. Like maybe cleaning the windows was a tad bit too much.. Ugh he so hopes they’re not too weirded out.. Honestly he didn’t even realize he basically spent all day doing household chores that and it’s not even his own house. He glad the Munsons don’t comment on it too much tho, other than “you didn’t have to” and slightly awkward thank yous.

They start eating and now they drown Steve in compliments. (“Wow this is so good, what brand is this?” “Uhm.. it’s not a-.. I made it” “…Like from scratch?!” “Yeah..” “Holy shit dude this is seriously so fucking delicious” “Language. But he is right son, this is fucking delicious”)

At some point during dinner Wayne makes a comment about it starting to rain and Steve lets out a shocked gasp “my laundry!” and rushes out to collect it from outside where he hung it to dry. Wayne asks amusedly if Steve is a housewife or something, just ready to crack little jokes there but then spots the dopey smile on his nephew’s face, gaze still lingering in the doorway where Steve run off to. He smiles knowingly at Eddie when he finally looks back at him, now starting to blush and trying to stammer some sort of reply.

Steve comes back in and they finish dinner and hang out a bit together until Steve and Eddie go to Eddie’s room. Steve again apologizes because he got so carried away and hope he didn’t cross any lines. Eddie little amusedly asks if Steve really thinks they’d be mad at him for tidying up the place? Just helping them out a little so they can relax? Like in all seriousness, after all that shit show that happened during spring, Wayne could use a little break and just relax.

(“And you couldn’t?” “Well sure I could, but in this case he needs it more. If you haven’t noticed I’m not much of help in the cleaning department” “Oh yeah, I’ve noticed” “Hey!” “What? You asked!”)

Eddie then asks if Steve “educated himself” with the music. Steve tells to educate him himself. Eddie takes that as a challenge.

Steve spends the other night.

[satomatto]

. //SOFT PACK | nutrition; NSFW!vers

ch: suguru geto; nanami kento; okkotsu yuta; sukuna ryomen.

cw: cannibalism mentions; daily routine, for the most part; something about Okkotsu's preferences been in the fanbook (I guess), but it's not considered here.

wc: 900

GETŌ SUGURU

Suguru is the kind of person who prefers a diet of healthy food. At least, it's definitely a big part of his menu, and even if you're not one of the health-conscious types, your own diet will surely be much more balanced than it was before.

Usually, he rarely cooks, but if a man sees you standing at the stove, he will approach you and definitely offer his help. He'll do his best to help you in any way he can, whether it's with household chores or the daily grind. Geto likes to see your gratitude, and at the same time, he doesn't like it when you overstretch yourself.

Sometimes they bring you breakfast in bed. With notes left on top - a kind of apology if for one reason or another he can't make it to spend the morning with you, if you've already had time to plan it; or just very cute reminders of today's chores that you shouldn't ignore.

Geto is excellent hand with knife. You can ask him to carve anything, and you can be sure he knows how to do it right. If you hear something along the lines of "sorry, I can't," you can be sure he can, but he doesn't want to. He rarely will refuse you, so he's probably just too tired for that, but on days like this, you just order take-out from a nice cafe nearby.

NANAMIN

As we already know, Nanami is actually a schedule man. You can say goodbye to quick bites and unhealthy snacks while you go. In the morning you will be waited for an appetizing breakfast, for lunch you will get both first and second, and from dinner you can't refuse in principle - it looks too delicious.

He likes his coffee strong and sugar-free. In particular, double espresso or cappuccino, but will not refuse and sweetened latte, if you suddenly want to prepare a drink for him. By the way, he's a great coffee maker. And you're in luck - because you can drink it every day.

He's a stickler for a relatively healthy lifestyle - due to his experience, capabilities and the cost of a whole bunch of health-related services. Treatment is expensive nowadays, and maintaining your condition is not only more profitable, it's easier. No, it doesn't mean he's not ready to spend money on going to clinics, Kento is just a practical man who doesn't like unnecessary movements - it's much easier to prevent a situation than to deal with the consequences.

Speaking of sweets: the man doesn't like them on principle, preferring to have a light salad once instead of munching on an extra bun, which you don't quite agree with him on. After all, he can't force you to give up junk food, but he's not going to just watch you do it. Most likely he will give a lecture about the proper diet of a healthy person and offer to share a salad with him.

You're not going to say no to him, are you?

OKKOTSU YUTA

Oh, this is so hard to deal with. The poor guy just doesn't have time to eat properly - he's really busy and barely knows how to plan his time, almost always rushing off to an emergency task at the first call. At times he hasn't even had time to sit down at a meal in the morning because of a sudden phone ring, just grabbing a random piece off his plate and munching it on his way out.

Throughout the day, he eats mostly snacks or fast food on his own, but you're a different matter. You rarely cross paths, but as soon as the opportunity presents itself, you go to a cafe or diner with a proper menu. He doesn't want you to kill your stomach with ramen, like him, and you want to feed him good food accordingly. And he'd rather have a nice bland dish from there than any fast food.

This guy isn't much of a cook, but he can whip up something good if you have a recipe and detailed instructions on how and what to add. You like the food he makes - he's usually pretty good at it, and when you get the chance, you even do it together.

Yuta loves fish dishes. Whether it's surimi, sashimi, or even odori, seafood is his passion. Not that you share it, but you taste a lot of it with him. Another fun fact is that you can feed him almost anything - he won't complain, even if it's a badly burned bean that's been in an old frying pan, fried in chicken broth. After all, you've worked hard for him - how can he reject your concern when he looks right into your glistening eyes?

RYŌMEN SUKUNA

Let's start with the fact that he's some kind of king, but he's a king and has his own servants. They do the cooking, but he'll also be pleased if you decide to make something for him. His food preferences fluctuate between oily and neutral foods, but mostly what we know is human meat.

That doesn't mean he'll decline a light side dish you've prepared. Just, expect that to please him you'll have to adjust to his demands. Yes, it's hard to cook human meat, but you can make a little effort for him, right?

Just because he has cooks in the kitchen instead of him doesn't mean Sukuna is a bad cook or can't cook at all. He's very good at it. In fact, you once tasted a dish made by him, and it was really damn good. High standards have been set for a reason and woe betide anyone who can't meet them.

The man has food-related kinks. Even the affectionate nicknames sometimes sound like he wants to eat you - from morsel to sweetie, from his lips sounds like an assault (that's what it is) on your body, soul and sweet, empty head.

[mynameisnotsoda]

NOW INTRODUCING.... THE CRITTERS !!!

Technically Corvid is still a part of an au, i really like everyone's designs so i guess its just like a weird little au that are also kinda ocs?? Idk. Im still tagging it as the animatronicfication au and using the other ccs names but im completely separating wilbur from Corvid.

The one that probably changed the most is simp LMAO i just went back to his old design that was inspired by Luna (@starrixle's transfem simpbur turned oc) and Spencer is such a fitting name in my mind i literally can not imagine him with a different name *bwomp*

Also I'm working on refs for the other characters associated with the respective critters! I wanna finish them all and dump them into one post and I'll link it here when I'm done.

ANYWAY INFODUMP TIME

Before we go into individual characters i want to say that this is absolutely Minecraft. Like. The world is built off of Minecraft lore yk !!!! The overworld will still be called the overworld but it's basically just earth, with more magic and humanoid species! Along with supernatural creatures and cryptids n stuff :D also with more advanced tech considering Corvid exists pFF

Spencer for the most part kinda was like he is in canon or whatever. She used to lean more towards incel ideology because she was REALLY insecure and uncomfortable with herself for the longest time. Despite that, Spencer and Adrianne (egirl) started dating when they were 17, his unhealthy obsession with her was only fueled by her unhealthy attachment to him. They needed each other and it wasn't good for either of them. Spencer had developed horrible separation anxiety which only made things worse. Over time Adrianne became suffocated by his constant neediness, overwhelming insecurity, short temper and lack of contribution to household chores. It pained her to leave, but things needed to change. It wasn't until the breakup that Spencer met Shepard, who was his first irl friend in a long time. They met when they were around 22/23, at first Spencer just used Shepard as a distraction from Adrianne, especially since he was surprised that they wanted to even be his friend in the first place. But after a while he genuinely started to enjoy their company, plus they offered him really good advice and helped him through a gender/sexuality crisis. Eventually they became partners! Maybe not romantically, as they're both aromantic, but life partners nonetheless.

OH and i did make Spencer white/Salvadoran. Her mom is the first generation from immigrant parents while her dad is British; And her dad's younger brother is Adam's dad! He's also an ex-christian, he left due to religious trauma and moved to America to escape his family hA

Spencer's also a no sabo kid LMAO (he knows some words/phrases but other than that he cant speak Spanish to save his life)

ALSO ALSO. Oh my god i could talk about Spence all day LMAO but i made him a werewolf !!!! Hes SOO jealous of Adam because she wanted the cat genes but instead got bitten and turned into a werewolf as a teenager. She's done a pretty good job at hiding it from her family so Shepard's the only one who knows.

I already dumped everything about Adam into that other post, so I don't really have much else to add. HOWEVER !! Him and Spence are cousins now :3 Adam doesn't get to meet Spencer in person until he moves to America with Charlie & co, but he does follow her socials with his secret accounts that his parents don't know about. The only reason they know they're cousins is because Spencer's dad told her so and she reached out! Much to the dismay of Adam's parents but they've secretly kept in touch online.

Keith's pretty much stayed the same apart from a slight design revamp. Although I've made him a little older since originally i made him look young. But then I decided hes a dad so i started drawing him older for the asks pFF he also has a hooked nose now! In case it's not obvious. Keith got married to Jean VERY young, they were maybe 17/18 in human years. It was an arranged marriage and their only goal was to have an heir to the throne. Well they did, they had two kids, the eldest being a boy named Lune and the youngest being a girl named Sunny, who's the would be heir. Until Jean took both the kids and left. It was completely unprompted and left everyone in the kingdom confused, especially Keith. Sure, they had a loveless marriage and maybe he was insufferable at times, but he wanted to make it work if not for the kids then for the kingdom! But its been almost a year since she left, he's lost hope in ever finding her. Keith desperately wants his kids back, not because Sunny is the rightful heir— though that is part of it—but he loves them both dearly. He misses them the most.

Wilfred has pretty much stayed the same as well! I did give him a grey tshirt and darker hair to further distance his design from wilbur though. Hes just as unhinged and immoral as he used to be !!!! Nothing has changed aside from appearance actually.

Tobi also pretty much stayed the same except for its now got an orange jumper and lighter brown hair pFF although i do now have a story for him! Tobi was found by Alejandro in a storage auction, he managed to sell a lot of pretty valuable things from there but Tobi stood out, obviously, so he kept it. Alejandro is a travel vlogger and lives in an RV with his friends: Tomas, Philip and Charles. His friends just call him Alex. Anyway, they go from town to town trying local food, visiting tourists traps and vlogging the journey! While doing that they also try to find out how to get Tobi's memories back and possibly turn him human again, if they even can. So far they haven't had much luck but maybe one day...

Corvid was created as the backup singer and lead guitarist of the first all animatronic band! Brought to you by Beloved Entertainment! The other members include lead singer Ranboo Beloved, keytarist Tommy Raccoon, and bassist James Tomcat. Located in Ranboo's Mega Pizzaplex, the only location in the world (so far). Corvid adopts a showman personality while on stage, hes charismatic and such a heartthrob, very popular with the ladies. Off stage he's very calm and soft spoken, he's rather shy but still manages to be a flirt and a tease. Lightly poking fun at his bandmates, coworkers and even guests at times. He's definitely a fan favorite for a reason!

This was so fun to write and i cant wait to share more !!!! Stay tuned !!!!!!

[whumpsoda]

creeps in what if Nevan feels ugly and Adrastus personally takes him aside and thralls the behavior into blissful oblivion—it’s the only time they’ve stepped in on giving Nevan an actual permanent order/influence rather than just temporary stuff

WOHEO Masterlist

cw: hypnosis, conditioning, self degradation, intimate whumper

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“And what might you be doing?”

Nevan jumped, turning to find his second vampire owner heading down the hall in his direction, a joyous smile strung across their lips. Their tone was playful, yet didn’t fail to hitch his nerves.

“I… I, um…” he stumbled, catching himself staring as they sauntered up, and shifting his gaze to the floor. He did his best to compose his scattered thoughts, gesturing to the wall beside him. “Just… just looking. At myself.”

“Aw, at your pretty little face?” Adrastus cooed, gazing alongside him into the reflection of a mirror, sweetly pinching his cheek.

Nevan smiled back, expression forced and failing to meet his eyes. “I… I guess…”

“You guess?”

“Well, um…” What was he doing? He shouldn’t have even stopped, taking time away from his household work, and then daring to annoy them with his meager problems. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “I’m, I’m sorry Master, I’ll continue my chores, my apologies for… for getting distracted.”

Before he could scamper off, they caught him with a hand to his shoulder. “Hey.” They turned him back their way, pressing another palm to the other arm, keeping him from fleeing. “Darling, remember what I told you?”

“Remember…” his words became tainted with that of a hazy quality as he attempted to recall the memory, mind dazing by even the subtlest of their pleasant touch.

Of course, Adrastus already knew he was far too dumb to remember on his own. “You tell Master what’s on your mind or if anything is the matter, alright? Understand?”

“Tell… Master…” he mumbled, brain liquifying as he so easily slipped back into the trance they had previously held him in.

“Yes, dear.”

But he couldn’t tell them. What if they thought it was dumb, or they got upset for him worrying them with something so meaningless? Nevan couldn’t bear to get them upset. “Um… I suppose… I just…”

“Take your time, baby. I will gladly wait.” They assured, shining that heart warming, sweet grin of theirs that pulsed bliss through his brain.

“It’s just… my master always says how pretty I look… an’ how nice my features are… Malak, uh, Malak even said… so…” Why was it so hard to say? The words refused to leave his lips, his cheeks flushing with embarrassed heat. “But…”

“Go on.” The pressed.

One more time, he took a glance into the mirror. Staring into his own eyes, taking note of every feature and blemish.

Nevan bit his lip. “He tells me all that… but I don’t feel very pretty.”

Then, their face dropped.

He couldn’t look. He’d definitely upset them, they were probably so angry. “I’m, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He cried, the beat of his heart picking up pace and jumping inside his chest.

He’d disagreed with his master, and they were going to hurt him, he just knew it.

After a beat of silence and no response, no violence, he peeked a look at the vampire.

Their face was contorted into that of a genuine pout, eyes welling up. Almost as if they were going to cry. “Oh, love… how dreadful.”

“I’m, I’m sorry.” He stuttered, tears pricking at his own eyes as well. “I’m so sorry, Master. I don’t mean to be so bad.”

Adrastus shook their head. “Oh no, baby. Don’t you apologize for that, there is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry for.” The grip of their hands only hardened, clutching to his arms. The touch felt good.

“I’m sorry that you would ever feel such a way.” They whispered.

After a minute of deep quiet, Adrastus took a long and thick breath, returning their composure and wiping the moisture from their eyes.

“Just calm, okay? Relax. Everything’s just fine. No reason to get so worked up.” They soothed, almost as if more so to themself than Nevan. Taking the chance to pacify the thrall themself, Adrastus hit him with a singular magical wash of bliss that fizzled out any distress in one sigh of air.

As his vision turned glassy, he meet their caring gaze that fluttered saccharine in his belly. “Now, Nevan. Listen to me.”

“Mmm… hmmm…?” He hummed, brain liquifying to ooze as they churned sensations of pleasure throughout him.

“Sweet, you are utterly beautiful inside and out. Absolutely and completely gorgeous.” Their tone was kind and mellow, mollifying to his ears. Easy for him to digest. “Repeat that for me, okay?”

“Nevan… ‘s beau… beautifulll…” he slurred, recognizing at least a bit of the speech as his lips faintly upturned. “Gorgeousss…”

“You think so too, don’t you? You do, Nevan.” The words flipped through his mind, soaked up like a sponge and plastered to the walls of his head. They said so, so he thought so.

“Think… too…”

“Only bad, naughty boys think such terrible thoughts. You want to be a good boy. Good boys think nice, happy thoughts about themselves. Nevan thinks pleasantly about himself.”

They were right. Adrastus was always right. Nevan wanted to be a good boy. And if good boys thought good things… then he would too. Simple as that. “Nice… thoughts…”

They patted him to the cheek, and as the contact lingered he nuzzled into their fingers. “Good, good boy. Such an alluring, ravishing boy. Simply fetching.”

Nevan couldn’t help but giggle, his usual, dopey smile returning. “Fetch… fetching…”

“Yes, darling. Don’t you ever forget it, alright?”

Nevan nodded along, eagerly. “Yes… no… forget…”

“If you ever begin to forget, come right to master, okay? But always know that you are no short of bewitching, love. Do not allow anyone to tell you otherwise.”

Before they finished, Adrastus leaned in for a moment, voice softening, hushed and low. “Not even Master Darius.”

“Oh… ‘kay…”

Fingers washed down his frame until they lingered at his knuckles, the vampire brushing in circular motions over his skin with soft thumbs. “Now look back at that charming face in the mirror. Magnificent, isn’t he?”

This time, as Nevan met with himself, he only beamed brighter. “Mhm… yeah…”

They filled his mind with glee as they gave him a similar look of satisfaction. Oh, how he loved them.

“I am so very glad you agree.”

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[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I greatly enjoy your live blogging of Fantasy High! You're in for a blast. lol

Gorgug's parents should adopt Adaine and Fabian (once Fabian realises how bad his father is for him) and Kirsten's parents should get some real world experience outside their bubble and Fig should reconcile with her elven father and Fig's mother should start dating Riz's mother and make a financially secure household where they can share chores and have leisure time AND THEN EVERYONE CAN BE HAPPY

Oh and that girl should get out of the crystal alive and the other girl recover from being poisoned I guess

[soulidarity]

companion

based on the companion robot chat story | xavier x reader/mc

after mc gets the new robot companion, xavier grows a bit jealous of the perfect companion

A knock at the door was heard, before MC could open it her new companion robot she had nicknamed phel was already on it.

as soon as it opened the door, a confused xavier greeted it. he looked at the robot and the door number, double checking he hadn't knocked on a stranger's door. chuckling at the situation, MC quickly went to greet him.

"thank you phel, i got it"

phel nodded and walked away, leaving a frowning hunter at the door.

"i didn't know you were busy." xavier said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"oh no! thats just phel, the robot companion we had talked about. I got it a few days ago, guess i forgot to tell you. come in"

the two walked in to the living room, the taller one wearily looking at the robot doing something in the kitchen as he sat down.

"whyd you get one?"

"im always too tired to do household chores, thought itd be a good way to lift up some stress from my shoulders"

phel aproached the two with tea, pouring it onto two cups, adding sugar to one of them.

"just how you like it, MC"

"thank you phel!" she smiled at it as xavier added sweetner to his own drink. the robot bowed and left the pair alone.

"i dont like it."

"oh is the tea not to your liking? i think i have other types, i can ask phel to make another pot-"

"no. i dont like the robot."

"...why?"

"its off putting. you dont need it"

"hm... i think it looks pretty great. its customizable"

"so you designed it?"

"if by designing you mean i selected the short brown hair and blue eyes option then yeah. i think i did some other stuff to it but not much."

the comment had made xavier frown even more. MC sighed and put her cup down.

"okay this is clearly a bigger problem than phel just being off putting, do you wanna talk about it?"

"well... not in front of it" he mumbled. MC rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand. "Phel, we'll be in my room. Please dont enter unless an emergency has happened" the robot nodded and continued wiping the kitchen counter.

she dragged the sulking hunter and sat him on her bed, looking down at him she spoke "so, whats wrong?"

"is it your ideal type?"

"HUH?!"

"i mean you designed him to be what you like, right? if you want me to dye my hair thats fine-"

"woah hold on. are you jealous of it?"

xavier fell silent, fiddling with the string of his hoodie. MC sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her chin on his shoulder.

"y'know i love you right? i could never replace you. much less with a robot."

"it can be here all the time, it can cook, entertain, comfort and other cool features the ad talked about..."

"yknow what it cant give me? it cant give me warmth during an over night mission. i cant feel its heartbeat rising because i did something cheeky. i cant see its gaze softening as it wakes up and realizes its me. it cant be xavier, and thats all i need."

the two stayed in their position as a soft silence filled the room, xavier placing a hand over hers and squeezing it.

"...i can learn how to cook"

"i- xavier you dont need to-" she said as she laughed.

"and im good at cleaning, ill help so get rid it"

she chuckled a bit more before placing a quick kiss on his lips. "ill return it tomorrow. and for the sake of our building, you can just buy me takeout."

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i always liked android and robot stories, i feel like theres a lot to explore even tho it has been getting repetitive in recent media. so when i got this chat i was inspired to do a fic based on it. first time writing xav kinda nervouse

[prucanfieldsurquestions]

what are your favorite clothes to steal from each other? 👀

There were few things Gilbert liked more than accompanying his mild-mannered lover to a hockey game. The actual sport was only half the fun. The other half, of course, was-

"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, REF!"

-was that dear, sweet Matthew wasn't so sweet in the arena.

There weren't many things that would get the Canadian to yell at the top of his lungs. Watching his beloved Leafs get a penalty they apparently didn't deserve was on the short list of those things. Gilbert could only sit back with a grin as Matthew rose out of his seat to shout obscenities in French, and then cackle as those obscenities turned more than a few heads. The buzzer signifying the end of the first period was probably a relief to those around them. Frankly, Gilbert couldn't wait for intermission to be over. In the meantime, though, Tumblr would be entertainment enough.

Crimson eyes lit up as the first thing the Prussian saw was a notification on the ask blog that had laid dormant for a few months. He grabbed the back of Matthew's jersey and pulled him down into his seat, then leaned over and showed him excitedly.

"Hey, we finally got another ask! I knew we'd get one eventually! Wasn't I telling you that last week?" He asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. "Hm… Our favourite clothing to steal from each other, huh?"

Matthew huffed and glared at the offending referee as they skated a loop around the rink. "I think my favourite thing to borrow right now would be one of your swords. Did you see that? Total bullshit! Nylander should NOT hav-"

"Mattie! Focus! The people want to know about our clothes stealing habits! We can 'talk' with the ref later, ja?"

A sigh left the Canadian as he begrudgingly turned his attention to the phone. It was probably for the best that he cool down before the next period anyways. "Okay, okay. Our favourite clothes to take from each other…"

- - -

Meetings where Matthew would be gone for a week or more were certainly not a household favourite. Gilbert stood at the front door, essentially blocking it while he adjusted Matthew's tie for the third time. He could already feel a familiar ache tugging at his heart. With a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, he looked into the perfect oceans of lavender that he would miss dearly.

"Well, I guess you're all ready, huh? Break someone's legs, babe!"

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle. "I think the phrase is 'break a leg'?"

"Yeah, but I don't want you to break your leg, so someone else can be a sacrifice!"

That chuckle quickly turned into a giggle. Strong arms wrapped around Gilbert and held him close for the last time until his return. "I'll be sure to appease the gods of PowerPoint then."

Gilbert pulled his lover down for a searing-hot kiss, one that would hopefully linger on his lips until he got back. Then, begrudgingly, he stepped out of the way so Matthew could get on his way to the stupid string of meetings taking place in America.

Whispered words of love and a promise to call later in the evening hung in the air like mist well after the door shut. This first day was always the hardest. Oh, sure, Gilbert would be fine tomorrow. There were projects to do around the house, video games to play, and Ludwig's social media to try and hack into, after all. Plenty to keep him distracted.

A sigh left his lips as he wandered from the front door to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, hopped up onto his designated spot on the counter, and looked around. Seemed to him that the cottage was just a little emptier and gloomier without his personal sunshine there with him.

The pity party lasted only as long as the beer did. Once his bottle was thrown in the recycling bin, Gilbert headed to the bedroom. Nothing made him feel better in Matthew's absence like doing chores, knowing he would be rewarded handsomely with praise upon the Canadian's return to a sparkling-clean house. Doing all the laundry seemed like a good start.

Of course, Gilbert had to laugh a little upon entering the bedroom. His side of the bedroom was neat and tidy, a place for everything and everything in it's place. Matthew's side, however, was a different story. It seemed to Gilbert like complete chaos, but there was some order to it. Matthew generally put his clothes in one of three piles. Pale hands grasped the empty mesh clothes hamper that hung on the back of the door and headed to the first one.

This one, always closest to the window, was the 'absolutely filthy' pile. Clothes that had mud caked on them, egregious food stains from the last food fight, or any number of other stains from the unfortunate random happenstance Matthew seemed to endure on a weekly basis were thrown in the hamper. Next, half-shoved under the bed, was the 'home clothes' pile. It had been explained that this one was clothes Matthew wouldn't necessarily wear out in public, but were fine for around the house or around their property. These were also gathered up and thrown in the hamper. The last pile, though, made Gilbert pause. This one was closest to the wardrobe, and consisted of clothes that could be worn again in polite company or in public. At the top of the pile was the hoodie Matthew wore to their bonfire the night before.

Gilbert held the teal hoodie up to inspect it for only a moment before he brought it to his face and breathed it in. It smelled like campfire smoke, yes, but there was a scent that was unmistakably Matthew under it. It was maple whiskey and cedar trees, a little car exhaust and a hint of fresh snow. It was deep, rich, and so wonderfully unique that it was near-intoxicating. A soft smile wormed it's way onto Gilbert's face as he put that hoodie on and gathered the rest of the clothes up. This first day was always the hardest. But Matthew had a wonderful habit of finding ways to make it a little easier, even in his absence.

- - -

Matthew could already feel a stress headache starting.

The border had been insanely busy for no discernable reason. There were no holidays, no big events, nothing of the sort. And it was Tuesday, for God's sake! What kind of person would just randomly go to America on a Tuesday?! Then, of course, someone was being trained on border security and had never seen his ID before. It took nearly fifteen minutes of back and forth arguing, very politely on Matthew's end I might add, before a senior border officer was brought over and settled the whole thing. Truly, Matthew wondered why he even went to meetings when it was better for his blood pressure to just stay home.

Driving as if he were in Toronto made up for some lost time, but the poor Canadian still pulled into the parking lot of the meeting hall almost an hour late. He burst into the room, messenger bag full of important documents (and snacks), to find that… the meeting hadn't started yet?

"Hey, dude! Right on time!" Alfred called from the head of the large oval table. Matthew sighed in relief as he took his designated seat.

"I thought we were supposed to start at six, though?" He asked. Other representatives began wandering to their seats as well from whatever random conversations they were having elsewhere in the room.

Alfred shrugged and turned on the projector. "Eh, I factored in about an hour for you and Feli to get here before we actually got going. So, without any further ado, let's get this meeting started!"

The first day of a week of meetings was usually the easiest. Everyone was generally in good spirits, or else too jetlagged to cause too much trouble. Usually. Today seemed like it was going to be the exception, if Arthur's apparent distaste for whatever Alfred had just said was any indication. Matthew quickly turned his attention from the impending verbal slaughter to the little reminder of home he'd brought with him.

Around his neck, on a chain stolen from some other pendant, sat one of Gilbert's many rings. This one was almost definitely over a century old. As all hell broke loose, earlier than anticipated, Matthew undid the clasp on the chain and held the ring in his hands.

This ring was simple, consisting of a gold band with a square bloodstone set in it, but it had always been among Matthew's favourites. There was something he loved about the way the metal felt when his and Gilbert's fingers were clasped together. Something about how the dark stone glinted in the light when Matthew brought his beloved's hand up for a kiss that would never stop making his heart race. A wistful smile and no small amount of homesickness accompanied the ring as he slid it on his pinky finger, the only one it would fit on.

Violet eyes glanced around the room to ensure he wasn't missing anything important while daydreaming of their bonfire the night before. Seemed like Alfred and Arthur had gotten into an impassioned argument about the proper preparation of liver, of all things, and Herakles had fallen asleep directly on Feliciano's documents. Or sketchbook. Maybe both? Either way, Matthew figured he had a few minutes at least before everything was brought back to some semblance of order.

Quiet as a ghost, he slipped out of the room and into the hall. He leaned against the wall with his phone pinched between his shoulder and his cheek. He absentmindedly played with the ring while he waited for Gilbert to pick up. Of course, he wasn't left waiting very long.

"Hallo, you've reached the sexiest retiree this side of the Atlantic, how may I help you?"

Matthew couldn't help but laugh. He continued to play with the ring on his pinky while he stole his quick few moments with his beloved, and even when he went back in the meeting room, his eyes never really left it. Briefly, he wondered if he could figure out Gilbert's ring size from it, and if so…

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What love language(s) do you think EZ Reyes, Angel Reyes, Chris Evans, and Rio each have?

Oh, I love this! Sorry it took a minute to get back to you. I wanted to think it over and put a great deal of thought into my answer. It's kind of lengthy, so brace yourself😂 . Just a reminder, this is based on my opinion y'all. Don't jump down my throat if you disagree😂.

Angel Reyes:

His love language would be words of affirmation. The oldest Reyes (well technically the middle 😂👀) loves reassurance. He finds that in the small things. Hearing you tell him, "I love you, papa," or "I appreciate you." Means the world to him. It's just something about the way you say the words, "I'm proud of you," that warms his heart. He may come off as a nonchalant jerk, but deep down Angel has a heart of gold. Though he struggles with communication. He appreciates that it comes easy to you. That you know when he's trying to shut you out. "Angel, I've given you two days to stew in your anger. I don't know what the issue is, but that changes today. Talk to me. What's on your mind? What can I do to help?" This is enough to get him to release all his emotions. He loves that you're willing to listen to him vent. He feels you are the only person that can actually hear and understand him.

Angel also spills over into the love language of physical touch. He loves it when you two are just lounging around. His head is in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, giving light kisses here and there. He loves when you play with the rings on his hands. Angel knows the feel of his cool rings soothes your heated skin. The warmth of your skin is a result of the naughty things he's always telling you. He loves getting you riled up, knowing that in a matter of minutes, you'll be begging to feel those ringed fingers messaging your silky flesh.

Ezekiel Reyes:

Like his older brother, this Reyes blends two different categories as well. Having spent quite a bit of time locked up. I would have to say that Ezekiel's first love language would be quality time. Losing all that time makes him appreciate that he has it now. He would want to spend as much time with his lady as possible. They don't even really have to be doing much, he just wants to be in her presence. He would love nothing more than to stay in, cuddled under a blanket reading one of his favorite books to you. He loves that you snuggle into him and listen, asking questions about the book here and there. EZ reads until he hears light snores fall from your lips. Looking down, he brushes the hair from your face, placing a kiss on your forehead. He would probably stare at you for a few moments and then carry you to bed, tucking you and himself in.

Then there is his secondary love language as much as he loves quality time. Ezekiel also has an appreciation for acts of service. He deals with a lot, whether it be family or the club. The fact that you're always willing to step in and help him out, makes him love you even more. He loves that you always stop in and check on his dad. That you offer to help him with household chores and cooking dinner. He doesn't have to worry about him on runs, because he knows you're there checking and spending time with Felipe.

Chris Evans:

We all know he tends to be a workaholic. Every time we turn around, he’s starring in a different project. I'm going to guess that his love language is quality time. He comes off as someone who likes to stay low-key and to himself. Chris also seems like a homebody. I can picture him wanting you all to himself, opting for a quiet evening alone at home. It could be a candle-lit dinner that the two of you made together. Maybe even a night cuddling in bed, binging your favorite movies/tv shows. I can picture him staring down at you, smiling at how cute your laugh sounds. His hand rubs your arm as you cuddle against him, eyes glued to the television. Eyes still locked on you, he’ll pull you closer and place a kiss on your forehead. Chris takes in your features, appreciating that you look gorgeous in just your PJs. You feel him staring, and once you've made eye contact, that quality time turns into passion.

You know what? I’m going to throw in physical touch as well. Chris has been on record saying he deals with anxiety. Hear me out. I’m willing to bet that he craves physical touch. It comes in handy when he’s dealing with stress or anxiety. I can picture the two of you spending time together in his hotel before a premiere or interview on a press tour. Yes, he’s walked the red carpet and sat down for numerous appearances, but his nerves run wild each time. With you by his side, the nerves and anxiety subside as you hug him tightly and kiss his cheek wishing him good luck for the night. “You feeling a little anxious, baby? Just relax. That charming smile and charismatic personality will get you through it,” you tell him as you rub your hands up and down his arms. The tension and worry slowly drain from his body from the feel of your touch. “Thank you, honey,” he pecks your lips as he prepares to head out.

Rio:

Actions speak louder than words with Mr. Gang-Friend himself. In my opinion, Rio is a blend of two love languages, just like the other sexy men listed above. The first is acts of service, and the second: physical touch. He takes pride in his work and loves being the sole provider of the house (even if his significant other chooses to have a successful career of their own). His partner speaks his love language by taking care of other things. Rio can always look forward to coming home to a warm meal. To him, it doesn’t matter if you cooked it yourself or ordered takeout. Just the act of making sure he’s eaten is enough to make him feel loved. You pick up any slack he may have with the kids when his work interferes. All of you understand the importance of what he’s trying to do for the family. It’s also little things, such as having a fresh cup of coffee waiting for him in the mornings. Rio loves the way you take care of him when he’s feeling under the weather. His stubborn ass will swear up and down that he’s not sick. “Baby, I’m fine. Just tired is all.” That’s until it hits him hard, turning him into a whiny sick man child. “Baby, can you make me some soup? Please and thank you, mama.” He’ll roll his eyes at the fact that you were right and call him out about it. He’s fully aware that you have other responsibilities, which makes him even more appreciative.

Are we surprised that the other love language is physical touch? Y’all know this man can’t keep his hands to himself, and he loves that you are the same. Believe it or not, what he appreciates most is that you always know when he needs it. Over time you’ve learned his moods and mannerisms. It’s not hard for you to tell when he’s had a horrible day. Rio doesn’t even have to utter a single word. You just know. One look at him, and you’re crossing the room to get to him as quickly as possible. Rio, meeting your embrace, soaks in the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist. He grins at the fact that you have to stand on your toes to peck his lips. This small gesture alone is enough to ease his tense muscles. Rio will then spend time with the kids as you warm his plate. Once he’s nice and full, it’s bedtime for everyone. The two of you shower together once the kids have been tucked in. After a nice calming shower, the both of you fall into bed. He’ll slide between your legs, lying on your chest. As the pair of you cuddle, it makes him comfortable enough to vent about his frustrations from the day. Your hands massage his scalp and eventually lull him into a peaceful sleep.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did answering it😆🥰! Be sure to leave your thoughts. Please feel free to comment and reblog, lovelies!

[thecuriousquest]

Yandere!Husband Levi with a sick reader. Would he still make her do household chores and punish her upon making mistakes, or would he actually cut her some slack and take care of her?

Heeheehee. I’m having fun thinking about this one.

Fevers, Sweat, and Tears

Yandere Levi x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, infidelity accusations, sickness, throwing up, threats of violence, sadistic mind games, sadistic tendencies, comparison to being thrown off of a horse

***Side Note: you are 19 in this story. You’re not actually the same age as the mentioned character, just close in age. Hope that clears things up. 🙃

Checkout my Master List here.

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You wake up with one of the worst headaches and stomach cramps of your life. You feel like you’ve just been tossed off of a horse. You’ve never felt worse compared to this moment.

Recently, you’ve been slacking off on your chores, and Levi has noticed this. He has gotten on you more than once about your responsibilities. He does a lot, more than just being a captain in the Survey Corps. He’s actually willing to lend a helping hand when it comes to cleaning around the house.

That’s why he hasn’t been happy with you lately, and every time you attempt to clean, you just feel even more overwhelmed. It all piled up so quickly, and now that you’re sick, you can’t even fathom picking up a broom to do a quick sweep.

Sitting up in bed, you place your arms across your stomach, trying to not let the bile rise in your throat. You have to get it together for your loving husband because if you don’t…oh, God, you don’t even want to spiral down that rabbit hole.

Trudging down to the kitchen, you see your husband sitting at the table, drinking tea. Levi is dressed and ready for his day. He has even gone out of his way to make breakfast for you. Judging by the way he has only one plate out, you assume he has already eaten.

Sitting down, you can’t help the slight groan that falls past your lips. His eyes quickly glance up at you, a dark eyebrow slightly quirked.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Levi queries as he sets his teacup down.

You shrug, not wanting to complain. “I’m just a little sore. I guess I slept wrong.” You rub your forehead slightly.

“You know how I feel about lying, Y/N.”

Pouting, your lower lip can’t help but poke out at him. He was always good at reading you.

“I guess I just don’t feel that well today. I woke up with a pounding headache and stomach cramps. I actually feel pretty nauseous too.”

Levi scans your face with those hawk-like gray eyes. “You wouldn’t be trying to get out of your chores would you?”

“No, no, Levi! I’m just really not feeling well. I promise. I know I told you I would finally do all of my chores today, but I…” You feel your lip quiver. You don’t want to tell him that you can’t complete your assigned tasks, but that’s exactly the truth. You can’t do it.

Levi tilts his head at you. “Oh, I see.” He walks over to you and runs his hand through your hair. “You need me. You just don’t want to admit it.”

Beyond confusion, you look up at your husband as you stay in your seat. He has a playful smirk on his face.

“Levi, that’s not what I meant. I really don’t feel well.”

“I think you just want me to think you’re sick so I’ll let you stay home for the day without suspecting anything of you, or you really just want to get out of doing your chores.”

“Neither of those are true. I’d like to do my tasks, I promise. Levi, I can’t do it. I need you. I need you to listen to me.”

A sudden wave of nausea washes over you. You rush to the sink to spill the contents of your stomach. The taste in your mouth is horrid, and you try to rinse it out with water. It only helps but so much. There’s a lingering burn in your throat and your nose, making your eyes water.

“Impressive. I didn’t know you could make yourself throw up like that.”

“What? Levi, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. If you won’t listen to me, then I’m going back to bed.” In the past, you have tried to walk out of an argument only a handful of times. It never works in your favor.

“Who’s the guy?”

You stop in your tracks. He’s constantly accusing you of cheating every time you act anywhere near slightly different than how you normally behave. Turning to look at him, you clench your stomach. “Fuck you.”

“Dirty words coming from someone with a dirty mouth,” he quips as he references your recent puking.

“Levi, just let me go back to bed,” you whisper horsely, attempting to convince him that you just need to lie down.

“Is it Jeager? You two are about the same age, and it would be easy enough for you to sneak off and see him. I’ll bet it is Jeager, and you just want to get under my skin by talking to him. It would get you out of doing your chores too. I’ll tell you this much, if I ever catch you with him or any other man, you both will suffer for it. His bones won’t be the only ones to break. I might even snap your fucking neck if you so much as look at another man in the near future. I’ll have you whipped all over, and I won’t stop until you’re begging and pleading, promising yourself to me and only me. I am the only one who gets to have you! Am I understood?!”

Overcome with bodily stress from being so sick combined with the stress of being yelled at and accused of infidelity, you feel lightheaded. Your knees give out, and you fall over with the light being shunned by closing lids.

The last thing you comprehend before falling into darkness is your husband’s loving arms wrapping around you while saying your name over and over again in a panicked voice.

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You wake up to a cold cloth on your forehead and Levi wiping the sweat from your cheeks. Lying in bed, he helps you drink some water.

He clears his throat. “So, I might have jumped to conclusions.”

All you give him is an annoyed glance, but you know that’s the best apology you’ll ever get from him.

“I took off work today to stay home with you. Don’t worry about your chores. I already did them all.”

You look at the clock, barely managing to read it in your state. It looks a little blurry, but you can just make out the hands pointing to the numbers. You roll your eyes. All of your chores that piled up over the past few days would have at least taken you all day to do, and he completed them in less than four hours.

Looking back at him, you give him a small smile of gratitude. “Thank you, Levi.” You begin to cough violently.

Worriedly, he puts a hand on your back and pats you softly. “It’s alright. I’m here to take care of you, brat.”

“Forever?”

He can’t help the smile forming on his lips. “Yes, forever.”

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Wine On - Garden Gang what if

Summary: Has light Radiorose, but mainly because the Deer is tired of the rest of the Garden Gang and Hotel Crew

Also: it's my bday today, so I'm giving all of you a gift.

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Bad idea to get everyone drunk off of Al's aged since the days of Eden liquor. Bad idea.

Husk was on a ceiling rafter with Lute and they were fighting over the space, Angel was running around nude with a lampshade, Niffty was running to and fro everywhere, Cherri was taking shots off of Saint Pentious' body as he lay wasted on the table, Vaggie was crying to Lilith who was comforting her, and Lucifer was still chugging the liquor with Eve and Adam.

Where Al was? That was a mystery. He'd vanished after hour 2 of being drunker than anyone had ever seen him. And that was 3 hours ago.

"Guys.. we need to find Alastor." Charlie said, finally.

Lilith, Lucifer, Adam and Eve all laughed.

"What's so-"

"Kid, he sent a text. Lookat.." Adam showed her the phone.

Charlie read it out, "about to go the the flower garden. Don't tell Charlie." She was confused, looking at Adam. "What does he mean by-"

"Char-char, shh. Charlie ain't s'pposed ta hear that Antlers went ta his lady friend's to finally get *hic* tapped out like a light switch." Lucifer said at the bar. "Dude's about to be bow chicka wowed!" This drew a laugh from almost everyone.

"About time." Eve said, slamming her bottle down.

"Oh.. well, good for him I guess.." Charlie said, giving in to temptation and grabbing an unopened bottle to drink from.

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"How'd you sleep?" Rosie asked Alastor, he'd shown up at her place drunk out of his mind and collapsed onto her shop floor.

Alastor gave a thumbs up. "Best sleep ever." He smiled at her, looking at the frilly gown she'd dressed him in. "I feel pretty." He leaned on her. "Am I pretty?"

"Gorgeous." Rosie chuckled, wrapping an arm around him.

"I don't wanna go back to the hotel yet. I'm not about to be the only sober one." Alastor murmured as he yawned.

"Good, I like having a deer to cuddle." Rosie moved her other hand up to cup his face and kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, for not taking advantage of me, in that state.." Alastor didn't elaborate further.

"Oh babe, I would never." Rosie kissed his cheek. "And I wouldn't let anyone else see you that way. You're too innocent for that."

"Me? Innocent?" Alastor chuckled, before his stomach growled.

"Aw, does my deer want a snackie?" Rosie pinched his cheek.

Alastor bit her fingers, just a nibble, grinning. "Yes, but you'll be more than enough."

Rosie laughed, kissing him. "Stay put, lover boy, I'll go fetch you a nice leg."

"Big enough to share? I don't want to eat alone."

"Of course, you clingy drunk buck." Rosie pinched his nose before she left to go retrieve the piece of meat.

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There Alastor stayed with Rosie, talking about everything and nothing.

"Your mother, tell me about her." Rosie said after finally convincing Alastor to let her do his hair, deciding to put her spare set of curlers in his hair to be careful of his ears.

"Most loving woman you'd ever meet." Alastor chuckled. "She'd make you feel like you'd always been part of the household. Give you a simple chore, a cuppa, plate of whatever she'd made that day." He sighed. "I miss that, honestly. But, given my sins.."

"Why not try, Al?" Rosie asked him, knowing what that would mean.

"I.. I'm afraid to lose the only.. I- I mean.." Alastor, the radio demon, tongue tied? Oh, this was a treat.

"I know. I'd miss you too much too." Rosie kissed the top of his head. "The man who taught me what love could be."

Alastor hummed, smiling. "I'd miss how freely you can move me. Like a mannequin in your shop. The only woman who will ever truly have my heart in a way I thought not possible."

They lapsed into a silence filled with love, Rosie finishing up with curling his hair. Alastor quickly returned the favor, using her brush to untangle her hair and brush it out into waves of white before putting it into a messy french braid.

From there, the two danced. To music and laughter. Just the two of them.

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The hotel? Oh..

Lucifer, Vaggie, Lute and Adam were all drunk and sharing a braincell that had them flying around a passed out Lilith and Husk like vultures.

Niffty had flooded several toilets - how? No one dared ask.

Cherri had disappeared with Pentious.

Angel and Charlie were drunk dancing on the bar and screaming karaoke. Eve reviled in the chaos, laughing between swigs of her bottle.

Yup, Alastor would be one angry deer when he came home. Especially concerning the snapping gators that had just escaped his room - thanks Niffty.

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Alastor returned the next morning, Rosie having driven him to the hotel herself, opening the door. What greeted his curly head was a disaster. A mess. Shit he was NOT dealing with. He closed the door and walked back to Rosie's car, sliding across the hood and then getting into the passenger seat.

"That bad?" Rosie asked with a laugh.

Alastor nodded. "I'm just going to hang about Cannibal Town today."

"Perfect. Oh, hey! Let's go to the theater! They have black and white shows today." Rosie started to drive away from the hotel.

"Rosie, take me on your magic journey. Be my guide." Alastor said, turning the radio on to jazz.

"As you wish, my dear deer." Rosie laughed as they sped down the road, soon joined by Alastor.

[sophiainspace]

Oh my god, the Discord server rules.

First, there's the server where you're not allowed to @ anyone unless they have a little bell in their name. My socially anxious people-pleasing ass has worked incredibly hard to learn this rule, until it's a reflex to turn off the ping as I reply to people. Seriously, everyone there seems to hate being mentioned with a ping - deeply, completely, prostrate yourself on the floor if you dare do the evil of the ping. I'm not even talking @everyone. Just any reply that sends a notification. A travesty, a murder, go directly to hell. (This means I now turn off the ping in servers where people want it.)

Then there's the server where you have to stick strictly to the subject matter of each channel or there will be a whole moral panic. There are three 'talk freely' channels, each with a slightly different focus, where believe me you cannot talk freely. That's before you get to the INFINITE LIST of subject channels. Oh yes, if a thing exists in the wide fucking universe, there will be a channel for it, and you will not set a foot out of the 'laundry' channel to discuss laundry in 'home', nor will you mention another household chore in the 'laundry' channel, or cursed be your progeny even unto seven generations.

Then there's the one where I read the rule "No mentions of religion or politics" and left immediately. Anywhere but Discord, I'd have thought this was minor hyperbole. But oh no. This is Discord. There are two or three of you around here who know what I do for work. You will get why I have never laughed so hard, as I imagined the scenario in which someone asked me what I did today and I mentioned in passing something I was working on and the ban-hammer came down so hard I was trebucheted directly to the Vatican, exiled there forever if you like religion so much, as the words would have flashed up on the black Discord screen.

Then there's the server where you can't spam. Which basically seems to mean no posting one line after another. Ever. I left that server after less than a day, anxiety spiking through the ceiling. I have RSD and constantly worry that I talk too much - there was going to be a terrible mess if I stayed, and the mess would be the puddle of liquid me all over the server floor.

Then there's the server that likes you to tag all spoilers (absolutely fair, this server is the only place with sensible rules honestly, given the series it focuses on.) Where I was briefly liveblogging about said completed series, but ended up hinting about too many things that I need to tag with each episode they relate to (in this case, potentially about 20 eps). Server folks are absolutely right that I should do this. It's just going to take more brain cells than I have left, after the above sets of rules HAVE DESTROYED MY TINY MIND. Love the server, might stick to their food channels.

Then there's the server where you can't backseat mod, and that's fine because I exist there to cause the trouble I can't in the above servers, and the mods can mod me. Just as long as I'm careful not to get thrown out. Since there's nowhere else I can actually talk about my fandoms without stepping on the garden rake of a ridiculous rule and doing a Sideshow Bob for hours.

I like all these servers. Brilliant, wonderful, full of great people. Also full of people with interesting attachments to weirdly specific rules, categories and ideas. And I'm too old and neurodivergent for 10 servers with 10 different sets of rules where if you break a single one, they break you.

So it's back to tumblr I guess. Where there are no rules, only vague but absolutely vital social conventions that no one warns you about until you blunder into them, and then there will be torture and death. Never mind the main character of the day on Twitter, try being the tumblr travesty of the decade, all because you did a thing no one wrote down but everyone knows is worse than abandoning your elderly grandmother in the middle of a field and driving away.

I'm going to my living room to freak out about TV alone.