#pinstripe plant

[paincone]

[recurring-polynya]

It's Houseplant Spotlight time again! Last week I said I would do my calathea--I forgot that I had already featured my network calathea (which is thriving, btw, I should probably do a follow-up), but I meant my pinstripe calathea, because it's one of my favorites. Here it is!

Calatheas are lovely houseplants--they like shady, humid conditions, and do not like drafts. I've read that they are hard to care for, but I haven't particularly found that to be the case, at least not yet. I got mine as a Mother's Day gift, so it hasn't been through the winter, yet. I'll probably move it up to the bathroom with the other humidity lovers, since the other calathea has been doing so well there.

The thing I like best about it is the foliage. It is a wonderful dark green color, and with thin pale pink stripes that literally look like they were painted on with a paintbrush.

[localps5]

a tensie bit of doodles m headcannons

[6esiree]

A Collection of Silly Prompts With Alastor

• Imagine telling Alastor that just because he’s a man, that doesn’t mean that you won’t try to get him pregnant? You saw it trending on Sinstagram and wanted to test his reaction.

“I’m sorry, darling, but could you repeat what you said just now?” Alastor turned his head over his shoulder to ask you, his eyes meeting yours as you stood behind him, your arms wrapped around his waist.

“I said that just because you’re a man,” You started, slowly unraveling an arm from his waist, his back immediately stiffening against your chest, “That doesn’t mean that I won’t try to get you pregnant.”

A bleat escapes Alastor’s throat as your hand travels underneath his pinstriped coat, palming the swell of his ass with a mischievous look etched onto your features, but the way you squeeze it in promise was what does it for him.

“Oh? Is it the afternoon already? My, I must get going to prepare for my broadcast,” Alastor quickly says before vanishing from your arms, making you stumble forwards with a pout.

“It’s only 10 PM!” You try, but he’s gone. At least you felt the way his tail raised up against your stomach, flagging—a sign that he felt threatened by your words.

• Imagine giving Alastor a kiss while you’re wearing lip gloss? You’re sitting on his lap and holding his face in place, your hands on his cheeks as you lean in and plant your plush lips on his.

“Oh, what is this… strange sensation?” Alastor blinks as you pull away, his tongue darting out and tasting the pink lip gloss you just transferred onto his lips. “It’s warm and sort of slippery—oh, and it tastes like strawberries!”

“No, no! Don’t eat it,” You say as you lean in and kiss him again, this time pressing your lips much harder against his, your noses squashing together. “If it’s not supposed to be eaten, then why does it taste as if so?” Alastor asks.

“Look, I just want to take a picture,” You say, reaching into your back pocket and pulling out your phone. “Because we look like a couple of baddies—!”

“Ha! I do not know what a baddie is, but absolutely not,” Alastor says, a tendril materializing around your arm, grabbing your phone and tossing it to the side.

• Imagine convincing Alastor to take a nap with you for the first time? You have a lot of Squishmallows on your bed because of your daughter, so when he gets there, he’s seriously wondering how you manage to sleep.

“Where am I supposed to lie down, exactly?” Alastor hums, still fully dressed, as he watches you pull back the covers. “There are too many of these limbless…” His eyes flick to their round, black eyes and tiny smiles, “…soulless looking creatures in the way.”

“Just take off your shoes, shrug off your coat, and get in here, old man,” You tell him as you lay back, eliciting a displeased look from him. “They’re soft like pillows,” You show him, your head sinking into the Squishmallow behind you, “See?”

“Very well, then,” Alastor sighs in resignation, begrudgingly doing as you instructed him before joining you underneath the covers, lying stiffly on his back. “It’s not so bad, right?” You move onto your side, reaching out to cup his jaw, turning his face towards you.

“Well, I suppose it isn’t half as bad as I thought it would be, darling,” Alastor smiles at you, relishing the feeling of your thumb swiping affectionately across his cheekbone, but he quickly comes to regret what he said.

At first, it wasn’t bad, but throughout your short nap, you end up pulling the entire comforter away from him. He tries to pull it back, but he eventually gives up after going back and forth with you for 10 minutes, staying awake and hugging a Squishmallow to his chest as he watches you nap with a grumble.

• Imagine Alastor playing Dress to Impress with your daughter? The best thing he probably has is a flip phone, so you lend him your own iPad so he can join your daughter on Roblox.

“This is… this is ridiculous. How am I supposed to dress this model in a matter of minutes?” Alastor scoffs as he plays with his back hunched. “And the clothing choices are terrible! Like this…” He points down at the screen, a tube top underneath his claw, “What is this?”

“That’s a shirt,” You say as you appear right behind him on the barstool, propping your chin on his shoulder, your chest pressed against his back.

Bless the old-fashioned man—he thought it was some sort of undergarment, like a bra, and the way his face flushes in embarrassment is a testament of that.

“I have one of those, actually,” You murmur into his cheek, his eyes widening and his ears falling flat against his head. “Would you like to see how it looks on a real person?”

“Mommy! You’re distracting Alastor and there’s only two minutes left,” Your daughter whines from the couch, so you wrap your arms around Alastor, who’s flustered, replacing his hands with yours and playing the game for him. “I’m just helping him!” You laugh as she calls you a liar.

[solmints-messyocdiary]

Dear mutuals.

Try this and tell me which are your celestial greek parents! 👀

These are mine <3

Tags: @bluecoolr @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @soupbabe @devil-doll13 @rottent33th @slaasherslut @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @goldrose-star @hersweetrevenge @visceravalentines + any mutual I forgot 🥲

[sissylittlefeather]

Wrote a little one-shot just for funsies.

Wonder of You

A/N: y'all know I got the ADHD somethin' fierce. So please enjoy this shiny little distraction. I needed something super fun and frivolous 😂

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, this is a smut fest, fingering, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex (kinda), infidelity, reader calls Elvis "daddy"

Word count: ~1.7k

You've been on a few dates with Elvis, but nothing serious. It's 1970 and he's right in the middle of filming That's the Way It Is. In fact, that's how you met. Your boss is the director and mostly you just get him coffee, but you're trying to learn as much about the movie business as you can in your role as his assistant. Elvis noticed you immediately and made an effort to introduce himself to you. Since then, you've been flirting nonstop and eventually he asked to take you to lunch. That lunch led to dinner and then breakfast the next morning.

That was three weeks ago. You have no idea where this could possibly be going, you know he's married, but you're not about to slow him down. He seems to genuinely enjoy your company and you like seeing him happy. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you happy to be with him too.

This evening, everyone vacates the studio at the end of the day. Elvis leans into your ear and whispers.

"Wait here for me, honey. I'll be right back." You nod and he kisses your cheek gently. Everyone else is gone, so you sit down on the piano bench and wait. After about ten minutes, you start to get bored, so you turn on the bench and lay your fingers on the keys gently. You press down, playing half a melody quietly.

"You know how to play that thing, baby?" He startles you a little and you turn to find him in the doorway leaning against the frame watching you. He's a vision in his multicolor silk shirt and black pinstriped pants with a towel around his neck.

"No, not really." You wonder how long he's been standing there as he saunters over behind you. He massages your shoulders for a minute and you lean into his touch. Then, he bends down over you and puts his hands on the keys around you. His fingers press down gently as he starts to play. He hums in your ear and you recognize Are You Lonesome Tonight? You turn and plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Honey, if you're trying to distract me, it's working." He kisses your cheek, too. You turn to look at him and his eyes glance down to your lips briefly before he leans in and presses his mouth to yours. He steps over the piano bench with both legs and picks you up to sit in his lap, turning you to face to the left. "What song would you like to hear?"

He puts his hands on the keys with his arms around you and then kisses your neck gently. You close your eyes and moan softly.

"You know my favorite."

"That I do." His hands go to work on the keys as he plays How the Web was Woven. He sings quietly in your ear as he plays, pressing his lips to you any time there's space in the lyrics.

"I love this song." He watches you as you close your eyes and soak in the sounds.

"I know you do, honey." He finishes playing and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder.

"Will you teach me?"

"How to play?"

"Yeah."

"Sure, honey." He turns your hips to face the keys and places your hands on the ivory gently. "This is a C chord."

He positions your thumb, middle, and pinky fingers on the right keys. Pressing down, you hear the music come from the piano. You gasp a little at the sounds you elicited from the instrument.

"I did it!"

"Yes, you did, baby. You wanna do another?"

"Yes please!" He moves your fingers around to the next chord and then presses down again. You smile and turn to look at him over your shoulder. He kisses your lips and then shows you one last chord.

"Okay, now, move from one to the other." Your fingers fumble a little, but you manage to get from each chord to the next. As you practice, he slides his right hand up your thigh under your dress and drifts over to your center. You moan as he begins to rub you over your panties.

"Mmm I can't play while you're doing that."

"Sure you can. Do the chords again." Your hands start to tremble as he moves your panties to the side and slides his long middle finger up inside you.

"Oh..." You moan and brace yourself on the piano as he pumps his finger in and out, tickling that sensitive spot inside of you. "Mmm Elvis..."

You lean your head back on his shoulder as he uses his palm to rub your clit while he fingers you.

"You like it when I play you like a piano, baby?" All you can get out is a grunt and a whimper.

"Your fingers..."

"You like my hands?" He brings his other hand around and flicks your clit as he adds a second finger and slides them in and out quickly.

"Oh, God, Elvis..." Your legs start to shake as you feel your climax approaching.

"You wanna cum for me baby?"

"Y-yes, daddy."

"Good girl. Cum on daddy's hand, baby. I wanna feel you." You moan loudly and buck your hips against his palm. His words are just enough to push you over the edge into oblivion.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" You shiver and quake as your orgasm vibrates through you like a tuning fork, your walls pulsing around his fingers.

"Yes, baby. That's good." He kisses your cheek as you start to come down. "You're so beautiful when you come undone for me, honey."

"Your hands..." You whimper. "They're magic..."

He pulls his fingers out of you and puts them in his mouth, casually sucking your arousal off of himself.

"God, baby, you taste so good. You want me to play some more or are you ready to head home?"

"Play some more." He nods and then gets a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"Okay, I'll play more. But I need you to do something for me."

"Okay?" You answer tentatively. He stands you up and unzips his pants, freeing his rock hard cock. Then, he pushes your panties to the side and pulls you back down into his lap, sliding into you easily. You whimper with the sensation of being filled up and he whispers in your ear.

"Don't move." You groan softly as he puts his hands back on the keys and starts to play. This time it's I Need Somebody to Lean On, which he knows is another of your favorites. You whimper and grind your hips against him to feel some friction and he stops. "Be still, baby. I want to see how many songs I can get through before you make me need to cum."

"Fuck, Elvis." You moan, your pussy clenching around him.

"Mmm, you keep doing that and I won't finish this song." He squeezes your hips and then puts his hands back on the keys to continue playing. You can't even concentrate on the music with the feeling of his cock inside you, just sitting against your g-spot. You were already sensitive from his fingers and now this is about to drive you insane. He finishes the song and you moan softly.

"Please, daddy, let me move."

"Honey, this is just as hard for me as it is for you." His hips buck a little and you gasp. "One more song."

He breaks into Anything That's Part of You and you close your eyes and sigh. This is your all time favorite song of his and he knows it. Suddenly, he stops and your eyes pop open.

"Oh, sorry guys, I left my keys in here. We were talking in the parking lot and I didn't notice until..." It's Glen, the piano player, and he's walking over to get his keys from the top of the piano. Your heart races as you sit there with Elvis's dick nestled deep inside you. Before he can get too close, Elvis grabs the keys and tosses them to him. You whimper softly with the movement.

"Here. See you tomorrow, Glen."

"Did you want me to stay and lock up?"

"Nope. I got it. Goodnight, Glen." He says the last part sternly and Glen nods slowly.

"Really? At my piano-"

"Goodnight Glen!" He rolls his eyes and turns, leaving you alone again. Elvis leans his forehead against your back and laughs quietly. "He's gonna quit tomorrow."

You push your hips back into him, dying for more stimulation and he grunts.

"Fuck it. I can't stand it anymore." He stands up quickly, yanking your panties down and off and you brace yourself against the top of the piano as he enters you from behind. He pulls back and slams into you and you both moan. "Goddamn, yes, baby, it's so good."

He picks up a steady rhythm of pumping into you, holding your hips with both hands. You moan loudly as he pounds you, your breasts jumping with each thrust. Eventually, he pulls out and turns you around, lifting your thigh so that one foot is on the piano bench behind him. He bends his knees and pushes back into you, resuming his rhythm. With his other hand, he holds the side of your neck and pulls you in for a deep kiss. He moans into your mouth and then presses his forehead to yours.

"Fuck, baby, this is amazing. I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Me neither, oh God!" You yell as your orgasm hits you, sending shockwaves out to your fingertips. He slams into you one last time, emptying himself inside of you, moaning and cussing loudly.

He shudders and pumps weakly a few more times before sliding out of you, lowering your leg, and pulling you to sit on his lap again. Taking the towel from his neck, he cleans you up and picks your panties up off the floor for you, laying the towel on the piano bench next to him. He rests his forehead on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist as you pull them back up your legs.

"You're incredible, honey." You laugh.

"You're not so bad yourself." He looks up at you intensely.

"No, I'm serious. I haven't felt like this in years. Come home with me."

"What about-"

"She's in Memphis. Please. I want to hold you all night again." You look into his eyes and nod sincerely.

"I would love to come home with you." He kisses your cheek and grins mischievously, whispering in your ear.

"Besides, I have a piano at home and you need more lessons..."

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[kennahjune]

Flustered (But He’d Never Admit It)

Thanks so much to @rogueddie for letting me write this based on their post!!

( @steddiewithachance )

Desperately hope it lives up to standard 🫡

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Eddie hadn’t planned on going out, really.

It was a Saturday and he looked forwards to sleeping until noon the next day. Maybe bothering Steve and Robin in Family Video at some point if he decided to grace the people of Hawkins with his presence.

But Nancy of all people had asked him to come. And when Big Wheels asked him to do something, Eddie sure as shit did it.

So he sat in the living room of Steve’s no-longer-really-scarily-empty house. Because Mr and Mrs. Harrington left after the earthquakes and gave the house to Steve. He’s been steadily personalizing it.

Eddie sat between Argyle and Robin on the couch, letting his gaze wander around and land on each photo hanging on the walls.

Nancy and Jonathan sat across from them on the other couch, Nancy’s feet thrown in Jonathan’s lap while he gently rubbed her calfs.

Eddie wasn’t listening too intently to the bickering going on around him, his mind in other places while waiting for Steve.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP, DINGUS!” Robin yelled. Speak of the Devil.

Eddie flinched, as Robin was directly in his fucking ear. He shot her a glare that she returned with a punch to the shoulder.

“HOLD YOUR HORSES, DIMWIT, IM DONE!” was what Steve yelled back from upstairs. Eddie and Argyle snorted at Robin’s offended gasp.

Steve appeared in the living room a few seconds later, struggling to tie his sneakers while hopping on one foot.

“You look like a worm,” Argyle pointed out helpfully.

Steve nearly face planted after he was done, his arms flailing and his hand catching on the back of Jonathan’s head.

“Ouch, dude!!” Jonathan yelled when Steve pulled his hair. Nancy and Robin absolutely cackled at Steve’s unapologetic shrug.

“My bad.”

Jonathan glared and rubbed the back of his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Steve fluttered his eyelashes and put a hand on his chest. “You think I’m cute, Jonny? Why, you might as well get down on one knee!”

Robin clapped obnoxiously. “Congratulations on your engagement!”

Nancy gasped, pretending to clutch her pearls. “Jonathan! Another woman? How could you!?”

Jonathan groaned and threw his head back.

“See what you’re doing to this family, Jon!?” Eddie suddenly joined in, surprising a laugh out of everyone; even Jonathan, despite his efforts to remain angry-seeming.

Argyle whistled when they calmed down. “Damn, Stevie. Is that the shirt I got you?”

Robin perked up. “Hey! That’s my button up!”

Steve planted his hands on his hips. “And those are my earrings.”

Robin huffed and rolled her eyes, pretending to pout.

The outfit Steve wore was unlike what Eddie normally saw him in. The same blue jeans as always, though these ones seemed to hug his ass and thighs more (a detail Eddie most certainly saved for later). The button up (that was apparently Robin’s) was white pinstriped, hanging open and unbuttoned to show off the light purple, sleeveless turtle neck (that Argyle got him, apparently).

Eddie kinda wanted to bite him.

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Jonathan and Steve were designated drivers. So everyone split between the two cars; Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle in one and Robin, Steve and Eddie in the other.

The bar they went to was a small one but was still packed on such a fine Saturday night. The group was quick to find a corner booth to seat all six of them.

Argyle payed for the first round of drinks, everyone just getting beer. But they were all quick to get to the vodka and other shit.

“You not gonna drink anything else, Stevie?” Eddie asked at one point when he noticed Steve was still nursing his first beer.

“Designated driver, remember?”

Eddie hummed and took his last shot, barely buzzed despite drinking so much already. “I could drive us back if you wanna just drink with everyone else.”

Steve eyed him and didn’t respond for a moment. Eddie was ready to take the offer back, play it off as a joke. It wasn’t even like he said anything flirty or whatever! Steve just made him nervous like that.

“Are you sure?” Steve finally asked, his voice timid even as he raised it to be heard over the music.

Eddie grinned. “‘Course, darlin. Lemme take care of it.”

Steve turned away and downed the rest of his beer quickly. Eddie turned back to Argyle and Nancy’s conversation and failed to see the deep red flush overtaking Steve’s ears.

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That was maybe 20 minutes ago.

At this point in time, Steve was definitely passed buzzed and well on his way to drunk.

He was sandwiched between Eddie and Robin, his head leaning on Robin’s shoulder and his hand playing distractingly and absentmindedly with Eddie’s jacket sleeve.

Eddie tried to ignore how sweet Steve looked, his face flushed with the pleasant buzz and his hair kind of getting floppy because he kept playing with it. He looked so cute listening to Jonathan but still so spaced out and almost floaty.

Eddie kind of really maybe wanted to bite him. Maybe make him cry.

Jesus H Christ.

He took a big drink of his water. “I think I’m gonna head out for a smoke, be back in a few.” Eddie carefully removed his sleeve from Steve’s grasp, fighting off the cooing he so desperately wanted to do at the pout the other gave him for it.

Eddie left in no time, letting himself out into an alley next to the bar. His cigarette was short-lived and he went for another 2 after his first.

He refused to let his mind wander, instead focusing on the burn in his throat and the smoke in his lungs. He was sufficiently calmed down after an extra moment, finally going back in after what had to have been just shy of 10 minutes.

Maybe he should’ve stayed outside.

Because Steve was drunk now, to the point that Nancy had cut him off.

It was in that moment, walking back to the booth, that Eddie fully realized he’d never seen Steve drunk.

When Eddie came into sight of the table, Steve immediately jumped up in his seat and reached obnoxiously over the table to wave at him. It was adorably reminiscent of a 5 year old and a little puppy.

Eddie failed to keep the soft grin off his face. Not that he was really trying.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie greeted softly when sitting back down next to him.

“Hi, Ed!” Steve exclaimed loudly and excitedly, basically bouncing in place. Eddie really should’ve stayed outside.

“Steve’s a little drunk, don’t hold anything he may say or do against him.” Jonathan joked from across from them. Or, it seemed like a joke. His expression was playful but his tone was more serious than it let on.

“Oh? A little drunk? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited.” Eddie snickered.

“Hey!” Steve smacked at Eddie’s shoulder and immediately grabbed his arm afterwards, wrapping himself around it and holding on. Eddie felt himself grow hot under his shirt collar. “I’m always excited to see you, doofus.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. This was news to him. He shot a look to Jonathan who waved him off, turning to talk with Robin instead.

Eddie put his free hand over one of Steve’s. “Oh yeah, darlin? That’s news to me.”

Eddie watched in delight while a steady blush crept down Steve’s neck. He grinned dopily at Eddie, all teeth and gums and scrunched up nose. It was ridiculously endearing.

“Huuuuuussshhhh.” Steve pointed at him, his arm like a wobbly noodle and uncoordinated; he nearly smacked Eddie in the face. “‘Course ‘m always excited to see you. You’re you!”

Eddie stuck his tongue behind his bottom lip to avoid grinning like an idiot. Steve’s eyes followed.

“Alright, dork. I think it’s time to take you home.”

Steve squawked at being called a dork. Insisting Eddie was the biggest dork he’d ever met.

“You’re a Dork with a capital D!” Steve insisted while they weaved through the crowd. Eddie was taking Steve home early with Robin catching a ride with Jonathan.

Eddie snorted, holding back a comment on ‘capital D’ anything. He had a firm grip on Steve’s wrist, as his drunken friend got distracted at every little thing. After he ran off to talk to some stranger “because they had shiny earrings! I needed to know where they were from, Edd!” Eddie wasn’t taking any chances.

He had to physically buckle Steve up for him in the beemer, leaning over him and clicking it into place. Eddie chose to ignore the raging blush on Steve’s face in favor of a simple smirk.

Steve wouldn’t stop talking the entire ride and Eddie loved it.

“I really wanted to play volleyball as a kid but my dad refused because he thought it was too girly— and than I wanted to play hockey! And I would’ve if my mom wasn’t so adamant about it being too ‘aggressive’ and my dad just going along with it because he couldn’t care less either way— oh!! And then I played soccer for a little bit! Did you know Robin plays soccer? I think she used to be on the track team, too—“

Eddie couldn’t stop grinning. (He made a silent promise to ask Argyle about volleyball so he could play with Steve at some point.)

When he took the turn to Loch Nora Steve went quiet. A brief glance told Eddie he was staring out the window. He let him have another moment before speaking.

“You alright, Stevie?”

Steve’s response was delayed, his voice quieter than it has been all night. “Yeah, ‘m good.”

“You sure? You went awfully quiet over there, darling.” Eddie couldn’t stop the faintly concerned glance he shot to the side.

“Yeah.”

Eddie pulled over to the side of a fancy road, one side houses with huge yards and the other the trees spanning out into the woods. Steve jolted at the stop, glancing at Eddie’s faint reflection in the window.

Eddie twisted in his seat, reaching over to tap on Steve’s thigh to get his attention. When Steve looked over at Eddie he looked like a kicked puppy.

“Why’d ya stop?”

“Cause somethin’s wrong and you’re not explaining.”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “Sorry.”

Eddie smiled softly. “You don’t have to apologize, Stevie. I just need to know what’s wrong so I’m not sending you home while you’re in a bad place.”

Steve’s shoulders hiked up slightly. “Doesn’ matter.”

Eddie huffed, stopping his tapping on Steve’s thigh in favor of grabbing it gently. “Of course it does, sweetheart. If it’s affectin’ you this much it’s gotta matter a lot.”

Steve shrugged, trying to look away. Eddie let him, but kept his hand on his thigh and squeezed twice. Just to let him know he was there.

They were both silent for a moment. The two. Then—

“Don’t wanna.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “Don’t wanna what?”

Steve response was slow, quiet. “Go home. Too quiet.”

Eddie’s breath left him in a quiet rush. Even if Steve was slowly making the Harrington estate more ‘him’, the memories it held would most likely prevent it from ever being ‘home’.

“You wanna go back to the trailer with me?” Eddie found himself asking.

Steve’s nod was hesitant, shaky like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Eddie decided he was going to keep Steve at the trailer for as long as he can get away with this weekend.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get goin then, yeah?” He patted Steve’s thigh twice and turned back to resume driving.

Steve remained quiet the rest of the drive, but he hummed along to the radio so Eddie deemed him a little better.

He parked on the side of the road, leaving the space next to the van open for Wayne’s truck when he got home in the morning.

Eddie had to help Steve up the porch stairs, letting him lean on his shoulder while fumbling with his keys. Steve was still humming to the last song that played on the radio.

Eddie gave Steve a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and silently praised himself for the flush settling down Steve’s neck. But then there was a flush settling down Eddie’s neck because Steve looked really good in his clothes.

They shared the bed like they usually did when they spent the night at each others places. Eddie took the spot by the wall and Steve climbed in to face the door. Eddie wrapped himself around Steve’s back with a hand on his waist and another under his head.

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Did this take over a month? Nope. (Ssshhhhhhh)

I’m my defense: my biggest hyper fixation atm is ATLA 🤷

Am I happy with this? No, not really.

Am I posting it anyway? Sure am🧍.

Have fun with it ✌️

[drewsbuzzcut]

New Chapter

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: mentions pregnancy and includes smut

Takes place: Dec 2024/Jan 2025

You toss your brand new keys up in the air only to catch them and clutch them tightly to your chest. The piece of metal means the world to you. It’s the symbol of the newest chapter in your life- your life with your boyfriend and unborn baby.

“Baby, I’m so happy,” you squeal and throw your arms around Mat’s neck.

His hands wrap around your back, keeping you pressed to him. You’re only 3 months pregnant at the moment, but he can’t wait until he feels your bump pressed against his stomach.

“I love you,” he mutters against your lips.

The kiss only lasts for a fraction of a second- much to Mat’s dismay. You’re too excited to stay in one area of your new home. You prance around the empty house, filling each bare spot with potential furniture. Mat doesn’t chime in much, unless it has to do with color scheme, but it’s because he’s too enamored by your sheer excitement. Your hormones have been a roller coaster the past few months due to your pregnancy, so Mat’s glad that your happiness seems to be a constant at the moment.

“Mat, this room is so perfect for the nursery,” you cheer, turning around in his arms to wrap them around his neck.

You stare at him with sparkling eyes, heart thundering in your chest and love spreading through your veins. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, needing your man wrapped around you.

“I think so too. The crib would look perfect against that wall, and the sunlight would perfectly stream through that window. Plus, the closet is a good size for all the clothes we will be buying,” he adds in softly, lips pressed to your temple. You let out an elated laugh, a sound that will soon fill every corner of your new home.

You walk through the rest of the house, Mat wrapped around you from behind. He pecks and nips at your flustered skin, his hands steady on yours hips to keep you flush against him.

“This place is so beautiful, Maty. It’s perfect for us as we transition into being a family. I mean just look at this backyard! Our baby will be so lucky to be able to have this,” you sigh contently, leading your boyfriend into the backyard.

Mat’s fingers interlock with yours, spinning you back into his chest because he really wants to look at your beautiful face.

“You’re beautiful and perfect,” he whispers back, his nose nudging into yours and his lips ghosting the corner of your infectious smile.

“Just kiss me already,” you demand, a gasp dying on your tongue when Mat pulls your face to his.

The keys on the key ring, looped around his finger, smack against his knuckle, making a smile form on his face and interrupt the lip lock. You pull away briefly for air, and to stare into Mat’s eyes. He stares at you with such tenderness that always makes your heart race and breathing faint. How can someone make you feel so alive while simultaneously taking your breath away?

Before you can even mutter a word, your boyfriend is hauling you up his body and carrying you over to the grass. His knees hit the ground and your back gets tickled by each bristle of green. Leaning down with both hands planted on the ground on either side of your head, he kisses along your jaw and down to your neck.

His hands move around your body from your thighs to your breasts, igniting the fire within you. His touch is sweet, but you can feel the lust building up in his palms. They bring a savory heat to your body, one that you know too well.

“Stop staring and just do something already,” you whine and toss your legs over his hips.

Your boyfriend grins down at you, thick fingers unbuttoning your jeans. He watches your reaction with darkened eyes as he pulls your pants down, licking his lips every time your hips jut up in search of him. And without warning, he rips your pinstripe blouse open, making a gasp fall from your mouth and buttons fly everywhere. To his desire, you’re wearing a lacy bra that leaves nothing to the imagination, but to your annoyance, you’re now left without a functioning top.

“You do realize you just ruined my blouse and now I’ll have nothing to wear when we leave,” you sass with an eyebrow cocked up.

“I’ll give you the shirt off my back anytime you need me to,” he hums, nose and lips trailing down the valley of your breasts.

You huff out a little whine and push your chest up into his, almost speechless but needy for his greedy hands on you again.

“Fuck that’s so hot.”

With a smirk, you draw his lips back to yours. A hand cards through his hair, fisting the strands as his tongue explores your mouth. Your other hand ventures underneath his shirt, giving some attention to his spectacular abs. If it weren’t for the way his mouth dominates yours in the most heated make-out, you’d be dying to lick down his abdomen.

“Maty, take off your clothes,” you instruct through heavy breaths and give him a hand with losing his wardrobe.

The minute he lines himself up with your core, thunder cracks through the sky. You startle a bit, leaning more into his touch. For a second Mat looks hesitant, like maybe he shouldn’t risk your wellbeing. Too bad you’re too far gone down the lustrous rabbit hole to care.

“It’s just a little rain. We won’t melt,” you say, getting him back on track. A raindrop of two won’t dare to ruin the mood.

“Are you sure?” He checks in, because the last thing he wants is for his pregnant girlfriend to be uncomfortable.

“Positive. Love me, baby,” you sigh and press a kiss into his jaw.

Mat lowers his body down onto yours, his bottom half in the cradle of your thighs. He pushes into you slowly and stills his body until you give him the green light to move again. Ever since you’ve become pregnant, Mat has had to learn a new version of your body-something he’s more than okay with. You get so sensitive and aroused by the thought alone of Mat. Your body practically bursts into flames when he’s actually having sex with you, so he knows to take it slow.

“You’re always so wet for me. You love the fact that I’m about to fuck you at our new house, huh?” The hockey player says so sweetly, you feel your pussy close around him.

“Yes. Please move, baby. I want to be full of you.” You press the heels of your feet into the small of his back, making him sink all the way into you.

A moan escapes from the both of you and dances with the whip of lightning. Mat’s hips swivel and pull you under a state of pleasure. His mushroomed tip glides along your walls and you think you might faint with how you can feel every inch of him. Your wetness can be felt making a mess between your thighs, and it’s surely dripping down his cock.

Deep in the throes of passion, you surrender yourself to your favorite Canadian. He fills you up, fighting his way out of you as your heat desperately tries to suck him back in, and then slams into you once more. His mouth finds one of your pert nipples, sucking on it through the material of your bra. He hums around the peak, sending a flurry of butterflies to your already wonton core.

After he’s had enough of being separated by the flimsy fabric covering your chest, he pulls away. His length is still sheathed inside of you as he unsnaps the clips of your bra. You find it incredibly sexy that he can do it with one hand.

Sitting back on his knees, he can’t even stop himself from watching the way your tight pussy swallows him. It should be a sin, the way he stretches you open, but still take him so well.

“You’re so sexy. I can look at you forever and never grow bored,” his compliment pricks at your skin in a way that can only be described as heavenly.

Hoisting your hips up in his hands, the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot. It sends you spiraling and has your hips matching each of his thrusts. You grip tightly onto his forearms and bear down as the knot in your stomach forms.

As intensity beats down on the both of you, Mat pins your hands into the ground. His eyes bore into your own. You fall in love with the way they’re blown wide with love and lust.

“You feel so good, pretty girl. Your pussy was made just for me. No one can fuck you the way I can,” he groans into your ear, grinning devilishly at the way you pulse around him. Your release is so close and Mat knows all your tells. You start to wither around and your noises get more high pitched.

“Fuck! I love you so much,” you heave out. Your heart beats out of your chest with each kiss that’s placed on your throat and each time he touches your clit.

After a louder clap of thunder, the one or two raindrops turn into a full torrential downpour. The mood is temporarily dampened as you shriek and Mat crowds you into his body.

A moment of silence follows before you both burst out in laughter.

Gently you wrap your arms around him, nails softly scratching at his back, and press a kiss to his lips. It’s all that needs to be done for him to know to continue.

“I love you,” he whispers into your mouth.

Your body arches into his as he pushes back into you. Your slick walls start to collapse around his length as the knot in your stomach tightens. That’s the thing about Mat, he can spark up your fire within a second if it’s ever extinguished.

“More,” you gasp out, nails digging into his skin.

He drives his hips as he holds onto yours, angling them up so he can hit deeper. You start to shake the moment he throbs inside of you. His salacious groans reach your ears and you clench down on him as your high vibrates through your body.

“Cum all over my cock, baby.”

You cry out, vision going white behind your closed lids and your toes curling. Mat doesn’t stop thrusting into you as he waits for your orgasm to completely work its way through you. Plus, the way he circles your clit makes you suck him deeper if it’s even possible. The sensation brings Mat’s release to the surface.

“Cum inside of me. Fill me up, hotshot. I want you to see the way you drip from my pussy. The way you fucked me so good, I couldn’t get enough of you,” you rasp, nibbling on his neck.

He plunges into your sensitive core, the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other fade into his moans of pleasure. You let out a whimper as he shoots his load inside of you. Your lips attach to his earlobe, sucking it into your mouth. You thrive in the feeling of satisfaction as you witness his eyes roll back and harsh shivers wrack his body.

“Well that’s one hell of a way to christen our new home,” Mat hums, eyes half lidded in sheer euphoria. His lips go back to kissing on your chest. It’s his own saying of grounding himself after experiencing such a high.

You giggle and welcome his body heat to warm you up from the cold droplets of water that grace your body. A soft feeling blooms in your heart, confirming just how wonderful your life is at the moment. You nose at his broad chest and move his arms so that they wrap around you.

“Just think about all the other rooms we can still christen,” you muse, a cackle spilling from your mouth when you feel Mat’s cock stir against your thigh.

a/n: I hope you all enjoy! I loved writing this one (even though I’m not crazy about the smut part)

[thelemonsnek]

[id: a drawing showing a lineup of four characters, Day (a pokemon trainer oc), and Akari, Laventon, and Ingo, all from legends arceus. Day is a white person with brown hair shaved short on one side, and wears glasses. They are wearing a short purple kimono, with a white shirt underneath and black pants with a purple flame pattern. Akari is wearing a long white kimono with blue plant patterns going up it in long stripes, a red sash around her waist, and has her hair tied back in a ponytail. Laventon is wearing his typical outfit minus the lab coat, which consists of a purple button up shirt, pinstripe pants, and a brown fluffy vest. Ingo is wearing a dark blue kimono and long black pants with a pink sash around his waist. End id]

Festival outfits!!!! Akari would NOT let Day go to the festival in their usual ragged clothes, which Laventon wholeheartedly supported, so Day dragged Ingo along too :) if they had to suffer without their usual coat so did Ingo

[unusuallysubtext]

I'm a writer with too much time on my hands, excited to see who you come up witb

I am looking for a romantic relationship with any gender

I typically spend my time deeply entrenched in a book or reading some obscure forum for the specific niche I am currently interested in (right now that's the half life game series)

I have shoulder length wavy hair that is naturally brunette that I keep down and my fashion style is whatever is comfortable (Normall byy a black cotton shirt, large black jeans and a watch on my left arm)

I'm good at most mental problems like problem solving (Ironically not maths) and try to help with physical tasks but fail fairly often

Ideal future is any future where I am comftable and with whoever this partner ends up being but would love to settle down in a nice house with a large enough library and expansive garden

Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft Holmes first saw you in Oxford Street's Ruby Jubilee Tea Room.

While it was true that he did not frequent cafés, the Ruby Jubilee was, according to Mycroft, the only worthwhile place to take a break from his steadfast workaholic tendencies and drink tea, as it came with a bonus of observing mere goldfish.

He was in his bubble, they were in their tank.

But you...

Dressed in smart, comfortable (oh! how Mycroft unadmittedly longed for a day where he could match your level of cosiness and ease) oversized jeans and matching black cotton shirt, he watched you delicately hold the teacup to your lips and sip.

You returned to the Ruby Jubilee once a week, and by the third visit, you were vaguely aware of a presence, dark against the ivory walls and milky white furniture with tables laid with lace cloth, and pearly crockery for vanilla cream cakes and Victoria sponges.

You looked to your left to catch the eye of a posh man in a black pinstripe suit.

He smiled softly at you, placing his fork down on a half-eaten slice of cake.

You smiled back, but the connection subsided and you were quickly back to reading.

The next week, sitting alone at your usual table, your focus was broken by a familiar face.

"Good morning. I was hoping this seat wouldn't be taken... Mycroft Holmes is the name."

You introduced yourself, and allowed him to sit down.

That was the first of many more meetings where you would not pick up a novel inside of the Ruby Jubilee, instead absorbed in the beautiful man in front of you and your conversations.

Months later, you were living with Mycroft, in his mansion thirty minutes outside of the London suburbs.

The extensive collections of antique and classic books in the two-story library in the west wing coupled with the expansive gardens planted with roses and archways and a small stream with a little wooden bridge easily filled the hours in your day when Mycroft was working.

When Mycroft happened to be working at home, you would sit in your half of the office with your PC setup and spend time with your video games.

Meanwhile, Mycroft would be coordinating a meeting with the Russian oligarchs about the sanctions on their economy or mediating a borderline war brewing between South Korea and Japan.

However, as soon as Mycroft had a day off, he never failed to whisk you away to the Ruby Jubilee, and gift you with a new novel he had deduced you would like from your previous favourites.

It is an unspoken fact that Mycroft often steals your clothing (hoodies and jumpers) to sleep with or cuddle, or even simply hold and have near him while in the office or sitting room, because it is comfortable.

You ended up buying him baggy jeans and jogging bottoms paired with cotton t-shirts for optimal comfort, but it still took forever to convince him to try them on.

Now he doesn't even blink at his suits when home.

Needless to say, while he may not be one for PDA or excessive touch, he loves you a lot ❤️

-

hope you liked it, @friedtoastandegg! tagging @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @that-ace-idiot @the-girl-who-simps-too-much

Your Sherlock Life asks are still open!

[mishhty]

Calathea ornata

Information:

Common Name: Pinstripe plant, pinstripe calathea  Botanical Name: Goeppertia ornata (formerly Calathea ornata)  Family: Marantaceae Calathea ornata, also known as the pinstripe plant, is a tropical houseplant and is considered one of the most elegant types of calatheas. It's known for its wide, pointed dark green leaves marked with sets of thin stripes in creamy white or pink. The pinstripe plant grows best in bright, indirect light, moist soil, temperatures between 65 to 85 degrees Fahrenheit, and high humidity.

Tips to Care and Maintain Calathea ornata:

Give this plant adequate bright light to thrive.

Water the plant regularly so the soil stays lightly moist but not soggy.

Use a peat-based potting soil

Fertilize monthly throughout the growing season.

Light: Give your Calathea ornata medium to bright indirect light. This plant is a great option for a north-, east-, or west-facing window; the harsh direct light of a south-facing window can be too strong.

Soil: Calathea ornata will grow best in a loose, well-draining potting mix that holds onto moisture. A peat-based mix is ideal—you can make your own by combining 2 parts peat moss, 2 parts orchid bark, 2 parts perlite, and 1 part organic compost. Some growers prefer to use a ready-made potting mix designed for African violets for their calatheas.

Water: Water your Calathea ornata consistently so that the soil stays moist but not soggy. Overwatering can cause root rot, which can kill the plant. Avoid letting the soil dry out beyond the top inch or so between waterings.

Temperature and Humidity: Keep this tropical plant in a place with moderate temperatures and lots of humidity. If your space is particularly dry, group your plant in with other plants in your collection to help create a more humid microclimate, or run a humidifier nearby to add moisture to the air.

Fertilizer: Feed your Calathea ornata with an organic liquid houseplant fertilizer diluted to half strength every two weeks during spring and summer. Stop fertilizing in the fall, when the plant goes dormant for the winter. Resume fertilizing the following spring.

Pruning: Use sharp, sterilized shears or scissors to cut away any brown or shriveled leaves at the base to keep your Calathea ornata looking healthy. You can also trim away any browned or dried-out leaf margins while leaving the rest of the leaf on the plant. Take care not to cut away more than about a third of your plant's leaves to avoid damaging its growth.

How to Treat Pests  

Calathea ornata generally isn't prone to many issues but it can be affected by houseplant pests like spider mites, thrips, whiteflies, and scale. The best way to avoid pests is to prevent them with a few best practices: Examine plants carefully for signs of pests before buying, quarantine plants that show signs of an infestation, and keep an eye on your plants to spot pests and eliminate them early. Treat insect pests with organic pesticides like neem oil or remove them with horticultural soap. Cut away badly affected portions of the plant, bag them up, and put them in the trash outside to keep them from affecting your other plants.

Common Problems With Calathea Ornata 

Calatheas aren't the easiest houseplants to please, but most issues can be remedied by adjusting the plant's environmental conditions or watering more consistently. Here are some common problems with Calathea ornata and their causes.

Curling Leaves: Curling leaves are your plant's way of telling you it needs a drink. If your plant's leaves are curling, give it a good soaking. Keep an eye on the soil moisture to avoid drying out.

Leaves Turning Brown: Browning leaves can indicate a few different issues, including cold drafts, dry air, or too much sun. Consider your plant's conditions and make adjustments.

Leaves Turning Yellow: Yellowing leaves can mean your plant is getting too much water. In severe cases, they can be a sign of root rot. Cut back on watering immediately. If that doesn't help, repot your plant in fresh soil and cut away any black, rotten roots in the process.

[floopdewhoop]

Things my soggy useless brain had forgotten but then suddenly remembered upon rereading Good Omens yesterday:

-the south side of St. James Park was a popular cruising ground as far back as the 18th century. (Post-show brain, having seen Aziraphale’s French aristocrat getup, appreciates this fact very much.)

-the “gayer than a treefull of monkeys on nitrous oxide” line.

-in vague relation to the above, the number of times Aziraphale is called actual slurs??? Wild. The late 80s sure were a thing.

-Crowley would take poorly growing plants out of the house and come back with an empty pot, which he left out to serve as a warning, but no plant murder actually took place. (A tenner says he rehomed them because he’s fucking SOFT.)

-fashion at the time was 1940’s inspired “power suits”, which means Crowley was rocking up in some baggy, washed out, double-breasted pinstripe monstrosity and Hush Puppies.

-Aziraphale called a Secret Service agent a “jack-sauce”.

Things my brain DIDN’T forget but bear repeating:

-I fucking love this book.

-these Ineffable Idiots make me happy.

[damien-mlm]

A CALL FOR HELP

I had to spend 53k pesos on antidepressants and now have no money for food for at least the next week, this is urgent, time sensitive, today I've been surviving on coffee and sugar as I have nothing else to consume. PLEASE donate to my ko-fi, every dollar counts, no matter how small of a donation it is. If you can't donate SPREAD THIS AROUND.

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[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love And I wanna be your everything and more - Yours, Ella Henderson

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[squeakyfir]

The Love from A Skeleton [Jack Skellington X Reader]

Plot: Halloween... The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes. And I mean that literally... Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king... A pumpkin king. His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect! No taxes to pay No drama And no more loneliness Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful. Enjoy! *I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*

Chapter 1

~ Next

Halloween. The one holiday you hate, only because of trick or treaters coming to your house trying to get free candy. You hate spoiled, rotten kids. One time, you didn't buy candy for those dumb kids and when it was time for the trick or treaters to go trick or treating, the little demons were banging on the door and kept ringing the doorbell like physcopaths.

You answered the door and they said 'trick or treat' but in a threatening way. You slammed the door in their face and had to face angry parents. One particular parent got so mad that he called the police. The cops showed up and the only good thing that happened was that the cops took your side and told the parents and kids to leave.

That was two years ago and ever since then, you were always on guard. All lights were off and the doors and windows were locked to prevent anyone from entering. But on this Halloween, the weather was nice and cool. Trick or treating wouldn't start for another hour, so you decided to take a walk in the woods to clear your mind before turning into a territorial animal.

The woods was charming at night with only the sounds of the rustling leafs, the twigs snapping underneath your shoes, the distant owl making its hooting sounds, and a small nearby stream constantly running. There was a trail, but you decided to go your own way.

Which was way off course.

The woods started to change, in a weird way. The trees started to look the same and the moon was becoming more illuminated. Before long, the ground became a color of brown with a small hint of black. You looked around wondering what happened but you then saw some trees planted in a circle.

'That's weird' you thought to yourself. It was like a mushroom circle, only, the shape was more accurate. Upon closer inspection, the trees had symbols on them. One had a turkey, another had a Christmas tree on it, and one had a heart, another had a shamrock, and one had an Easter egg.

But the last one caught your eye. It was a pumpkin with a face carving. You walked up to it and when you were only two feet from it, its little triangle nose was a small doorknob. Being as curious as you were, you twisted the door knob and opened the pumpkin door.

There was nothing inside. 'Well, that makes no sense' you thought. You were about to close the door, but a sudden gush of wind pulled you inside and you screamed as you went down a dark void with the pumpkin door closing.

You wake up on the ground, feeling drowsy and a little shaken. The trees still looked the same but the moon was so bright and was now a full moon. Before, it was a crescent moon. You stood up and tried walking but you fell down. You groaned in pain and stood up again to continue forward.

There was no path. You were lost. What was that pumpkin door!? You started to panic and continued to walk, hoping to find something that could tell you where you are. The walk was long, but you eventually came across a narrow walk way that led to a cemetery with a hill that had a long curl at the end.

You continued walking but something caught your attention. From the distance, you saw that it was man. A man who was out of shape and seemed to be hunched forward. Something was sticking out of his head. It looked like a stick, but it looked more like an axe! This man was hauling a scarecrow on a mount and heading through the big cemetery gates to a very creepy looking town.

It looked like it was the only piece of civilization within miles. You followed after the axe man and could faintly hear singing. When you got closer, the singing became clear but you decided to hide behind a stone wall and peek over the top to see what was going on. And what you saw was the strangest thing you ever laid your eyes on.

There were monsters, all over the place. There were witches, a clown on a unicycle, a walking tree with a face and with skeletons hanging from the branches by the neck with nooses, a devil, a weird man wearing a ribbon on his top that said 'Mayor', a werewolf, vampires, zombies, some weird fish looking monster, a man with his face constantly melting, a small mummy, a monster with a spider on his head and with snakes as fingers, and a monster with striped sticks sticking out on top of it's head.

This was very strange to look at but what they were singing was intriguing.

In this town,

Don't we love it now.

Everyone's waiting for the next surprise.

The axe man was then seen hauling the scarecrow on the mount and was walking towards the fountain in the middle with green water spewing from it.

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back

And scream like a banshee

Make you jump out of your skin.

This is Halloween,

Everybody scream

Won't ya please make way for a very special guy.

The scarecrow on the mount grabbed a torch that someone was holding and held like he was going to do something with it. And he did. He lit himself on fire and started dancing on the mount.

Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch

Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King!

This is Halloween! x2

Halloween! x4

The scarecrow jumped off the mount and dived into the fountain. The monsters continued to sing the rather catchy song.

In this town,

We call home,

Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.

What you saw next was very intriguing. A very tall and very slender skeleton emerging from the fountain with his long arms wrapped around him. He had a smile on his skull and the monsters seemed to worship him. This skeleton wore a pin stripe suit and a striped and spikey bow with a small black cat face in the middle of the bow.

The two witches started laughing and the other monsters started to congratulate one another for what they did. The tall skeleton stepped down from the fountain and the one with the mayor ribbon said, "Great Halloween, Jack"!

"I believe it was our most horrible yet. Thank you everyone" said the skeleton. "No! Thanks to you, Jack. Without your brilliant leadership" said the mayor. "Not at all Mayor".

The monsters started praising him. They sounded more like insults rather than complements. The skeleton, who's apparently named Jack, started to look like he was getting uncomfortable and making his way towards the way you came. "Hold on, it's time for the rewards" said the mayor.

Jack, the skeleton, ran off and you went behind the wall and found another gate and slipped through. You could hear Jack and someone else speak. "Nice work, bone-daddy".

"Yeah, I guess so. Just like last year. And the year before that... and the year before that..." said Jack as the gate opened and he started to head towards the cemetery. In all honesty, he seemed to be the most normal out of the rest of the monsters, so it would be best if he could point out where you are and how to get back.

So, you should follow him before he gets away.

[theworldofkirby]

i adore you, noble haltmann… (president haltmann x reader fanfic)

A/N: hai guys i wrote a haltmann/rader fic as a kind of sequel to the dedede dating simulator bc i dont feel like coding another game to make a haltmann dating sim so take this haltmann x reader fic instead

ok so like u are in dream land right??? well :) it was taken over by capitalizm!!!!1 omg

you, (y/n) the SEXIEST freak in planet plopstar is almost crushed by one of those leg things on the haltmann works company star dream thingy ok? yea so you dodge that and like… there's a window or somethin and a guy falls out of there

you watch as he falls. he falls for like 10 minutes. but then he lands on the ground next to you and you hear a crumch.

"ow" the male says

"omg!!!!! are u ok" u ask the masculine man

"i think i broke my pelvurouscula" he says

"omg no……" u say and hold him gently. u have magic healing powers so u heal him

"gasp" he gasped. "i don't feel like dead anymore"

he gets up and u cant help but admire he. his beautiful egg shaped bod and wicked pinstripe suit. and his luscious hair and mustache.

"newayz my name is haltmann. max profitt haltmann" he said with not a trace of happy

"haltmann….. my name is (y/n)" u smile

"ok" he says. "i have to go home. bye"

he goes into his headquarters but u follow him. u keep talking to him "um so wat are u doing? i almost died" u frowned

"oh no" haltmann says. "did i accidentally park my plant on u"

"ya" u nod

"im so frickign sorry" haltmann starts crying. "i'm such trash i cant commit capitalizm without almost killing peopel"

u frown at the egg's sadness. "dont cry haltmann…" u say comfortationally

"no it's not okay i'm shaking and crying rn. i might throw up" haltmann starts crying

haltmann cries and opens his office door and runs in and throws himself onto his bed dramatically like a sad disney princess. u enter his office and hear some haunting lyrics…

"I pull away to face the pain

I close my eyes and drift away

Over the fear that I will never find

A way to heal my soul

And I will wander 'til the end of time

Torn away from you

My heart is broken

Sweet sleep, my dark angel

Deliver us from sorrow's hold

Or from my hard heart"

u turn off haltman's ipod. "Haltmann" u say

"no my music" haltmann sobbed

"haltmann." u say again but more like… asssertively

"ouuu" haltmann screams into his pillow. "first i break my airpods and now my music is dead"

"HALTMANN" u grab him and sit him up

"what" haltmann sniffs

"whats wrong" u ask

"u see (y/n) i lost someone in da past… i forget who that was tho… but like someone died ok? and now im sad" haltmann explaines

"halmann" u look into his deep blue orbs. "i…"

"yes (y/n)?" haltmann blinks his beautiful sapphire saucers at u

"i…" u blush "i…"

"..." haltmann …ed

"i think u need to seek therapy" u gently stroke his bangs

"omg… ur right" haltmann tears up. he gives u a hug. "thank u (y/n)"

"ur welcome" u smile

"im so tired of depression. i will defeat this evil inside me. thank u (y/n)"

u get on his computer and start googling local therapists in dream land. "here's one," u say. "call them and see if they're accepting new patients"

haltmann gets his sexy cellphone out and calls the therapist. "hi mr. therapist, my name is max profitt haltmann and my friend (y/n) says i need therapy"

"ya we can take u in" says the therapit. "we will have u do an intake next month ok"

"n. next month." haltmann starts to tear up

u look at haltmann ernestly. "better late than never, haltmann… ur patience will be rewarded"

haltmann sighs haltmannly. "ok. we will do next month"

haltmann finishes scheduling his therapy appointment. u look at him with a pleased look on ur face. "that was kinda sexxy of u haltmann, working towards self care like that" u smirk and wink

haltmann blushes "haha yea i guess that is pretty sexy. um, not that i'm trying to be cool or anything" he stutters

"hey u can call urself sexy and cool all u want," u laugh. "ur epic even"

"(y/n)..." haltmann blushes. he leans in and gives u a kiss. his cute little mustache hairs tickle ur upper lip.

"teehee" u giggle. "ur mustache is so cute"

"thank u" haltmann says. "star dream says its ugly"

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2 MONTHS LATER

haltmann knocks on ur door. u open it

"hi (y/n) my sweet honey bunches of oats" haltmann wraps his hands around u and dips u for a kiss

"h-haltmann" u blush "where did this come from"

"so u see, i followed thru with therapy like u suggested. little did i kno this would change my life" haltmann says. "going to therapy made me realize that i wasn't treating myself with respect, and if i want to feel respected by others, i need to develop respect for myself. without respect for myself, i won't be able to recognize gneuine respect from my friends and employees. and i cant live being so cynical anymore. i need to love myself, (y/n). i need to be my own bestie becuz who will be there for me when everyone is gone? i need to be there for myself"

u look at haltmann like this:

"haltmann… u… u mean…"

"yea. i love myself, (y/n), and its thanks to u…" haltmann kisses u again. "sory i didnt talk to you for the past 2 months btw i was depressed amd busy with therapy lol"

"its ok haltmann i love u no matter what" u stroke his egg head

"yea" haltmann nods. "um btw i like need some new music to listen to bc my therapist says i shuld stop listening to such depressing music if it makes me wallow in sadness more"

"say no more" u say as u smirk and take out of ur bookshelf a CDs of Hannah Montana 3 and the High School Musical Sountrack

u and haltmann spend the night picking out the best disney channel songs to boost his self confidence. soon enough its morning. "omg its morning" haltmann gasps

"it was nice spending the night with u haltmann" u blushed "we should do it again someday"

"no, (y/n)" haltmann gives u an onion ring "we will do it again today. marry me"

"ok" u blush

u and haltmann have a beautiful wedding with the stupidest most extravagant dress and cake bcuz hes rich. ur live happy ever after the end