#and ill wear mismatched socks but only if the top part is the same and theyre the same length
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i just know spencer has a comitment kink. like when you first move in together he is ALL over you like fucking you everywhere omg
so true dearest anon, so fucking true. oh god all the milestones just make him so happy and so hot he’s constantly kissing you and touching you even after like, a two month anniversary of the first time he gave you a tissue lmao
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Domestic Bliss: 513 words
cw: multiple mentions of sex, making out/hickeys, unprotected sex, penetrative sex
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First, he interrupted you in your shower, his hands dragging themselves down your wet body while you collided chest to chest. Then he was thrusting into you on your kitchen counter until your food got cold. Now here you were emptying a load of laundry from your dryer when you heard his feet behind you and saw him standing in the doorway.
He took your face in his hands, fingertips gently pressing against your cheeks despite the animalistic passion that pulled your whole body, which felt like jelly under his grasp. His lips weren't on yours yet, your faces inches away, not yet granted the satisfaction of the collision you begged for.
When you leaned in slightly, he took his chance and practically pounced onto you. Your body was flush against his while your backside pressed against the dryer, empty of your shared sweaters and mismatched socks but Spencer pulled his hand up to the settings anyway.
"What are you doing?" You whispered before he had started the machine and lifted you on top of it with ease.
Oh.
You thought to yourself as you felt the dryer vibrate underneath you. Your eyes fluttered slightly as you ground your core down onto the metal. Your mouth opened, dripping with Spencer's name before it quickly closed around his tongue.
"Spencer," you mumbled, needing to breathe before you became reduced to only your mouth and core. Not that you'd mind if that meant Spencer's tongue intertwined with you.
His lips collided with the free skin of your neck, his mouth gently sucking at the softness before it turned purple and coarse under his teeth. Every collision of his mouth on your skin made you whine and groan under his touch, your fingers in his hair pulling and pushing, making him bite harder.
You absentmindedly lifted your hips from your seat and closer to Spencer's growing appendage, but instead of getting the friction you craved so dearly, his hands moved from your waist to your hips to jerk your body back onto the dryer.
"Ah!"
You shrieked out when at the same time, the machine's vibrations hit your clit and shook your whole body. You felt him smile against your collar bone while your head flew back and your eyes shut closed.
"Spencer- Spencer- Spencer- Please!"
You groaned out before he answered your pleads and moved his hands to your pants. Despite his evident need for you, his hands were sweet in sliding your panties off along with your sweatpants. Then he brought his hands to his own waistband and shoved his bottoms down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Spencer took his time making you as desperate as possible. With his cock in his hand he slid his head along your wet and aching slit. “Oh!” You whimpered making him smile before slipping his tip inside of you.
The minimum of his body stretching you out made you wince before opening your eyes to watch him stare at your face. It was obvious he was looking for signs of pain before you smiled and whispered, “Deeper.”
SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS ILL MAYBE MAKE A PART TWO LATER TODAY
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Time to tell us about your OCs!
Ah! Yes!
Okay so the main four of which I use on my blog arrrreeee:
Hatie Celeste Dark: Hatie is the 12 year old granddaughter of Hades and is the heiress to both the throne of Hell and her mother's throne, the throne of the Alizian (uh-LEE-see-EN) star sector. Her parents were a dark angel named Necro (father) and a star named Pyrene (mother). She has a little brother named Hitcelo (who goes by Hit) who is four years younger than her. When she was four and Hit had just been born, her mother was crushed by a boulder sent flying into the hospital from the current war. Necro attempted to push the boulder off his wife, but he was struck by lightning from the storm going on (wings acted like a lightning rod). Now alone and untrusting of her family, Hatie cares for Hit, getting help from her cousin. After about a year or two of looking after Hit, Hatie gains a spirit animal: a Plutonian moon fox (literally a fox from one of Pluto's moons) named Moonblink. She is an OC for Kid Icarus and my very first OC. She has long black hair (middle back length), has emotionless blue eyes, is tan, and wears a deep blue Victorian themed ballgown.
Charanalik Kinara: Chara, as she is called, is Hatie's cousin. She is nine and the princess of the Mizaroqin (MEE-zuh-ROH-hûwin) star sector. Her kingdom is a brutal slaughterhouse and a literal black hole, with thousands of deaths and assaults daily (or even hourly). Chara is no exception to the madness, and will grow twisted, vile and cruel if not given her way in some situations. She is the hostess to the Chaos Kin, which tortured her for three years (3 yrs. old-6 yrs. old) in the Chaos Vortex. She managed to pull through, but she is forever broken. If her hair is ever let down out of it's ponytail, she will go completely psycho and slaughter anything in her path. She is the first OC I made that was black (most of mine, I realize even today, are white or tan. I've been fixing the issue however!). She has pink hair, blood red eyes, and wears a simple pink crop top, green short shorts, knee high blue socks and neon purple boots. ***The Chaos Kin and the Chaos Vortex are not mine! They belong to Nintendo and Kid Icarus Uprising
Sin/Sakura Uradai: Sin originally started as Sin, and was a yokai (spirit, aka she's dead) based off of teenage rebellion. Her design was simple: Boyish purple hair, a tank top, denim vest, short shorts, and boots. Over time, I added on. Half of her left arm was replaced by torn flesh to reveal bone, an eyepatch to cover her mismatched eyes (lime green and mauve; green was often covered but both eyes worked), a chain necklace. I also added to her story: I had previously given her siblings of whom she tortured, but I never gave a reason. So I built up: she was drunk and possessed by a wicked yokai which caused her to brutally murder them. Later, I added that she committed suicide via poison after chopping her arm off to atone her deed. I built up more: Her original name was Sakura Uradai, part of the famous Uradai family (famous for their beautiful blue eyes). She was always a wild child, a party animal, a drinker, even in ancient Japan era. She had a small group of friends: Kitsudon Oreyaga, Kaneyashi Renoa, Ping Yon, Amaika Shishi, Tetsu Doro. She was happy until she was possessed. She then murdered her family, and was relieved to be imprisoned, until the next morning where she discovered that Kitsudon fell off the village cliff getting flowers for someone (the flowers were for Sakura, but she didn't know then). Everyone fell from then on: Sakura chopped half her arm off and swallowed rat poison; Ping Yon died peacefully of illness; Amaika was crushed in a rockslide; Tetsu shot himself in the head. Sin puts on the facade of a ride-or-die party goer, but in truth is very depressed because she has not seen her friends in the afterlife. **Her friends have become Wicked yokai, the very thing that possessed Sakura. She believes they only look similar to her friends to torture her. ***The Wicked yokai are not mine! They belong to Level-5 and Yokai Watch 2
Merry Melody Going: The Going Merry reincarnated, Merry lives with her siblings (all reincarnated ships) on the island of Hanashoko. They run an inn that serves as a restaurant, tavern, and daycare. Merry has cute blonde curls (think afro but one that actually looks good on a white person) and small ram horns. She has big blue doe eyes and a sleeveless dress of the same shade. She is good at a variety of tasks and can work surprisingly well under pressure. She barely remembers her past life with the Straw Hat pirates, only catching vague glimpses on occasion. She can control water and will shoot up geysers if frustrated too much. ***The Straw Hat pirates are not mine! They belong to Eichiro Oda and the One Piece franchise.
But yeah, that's all I use in blog. I have a
TON
of others that, if I tried to label, god fucking KNOWS how long this post would be (let's just say, @monteberris , you'd be waiting a LONG time to be answered)
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a very mafioso christmas
The clouds part, and the sun peeks out demurely. A single sunbeam splashes across his shut eyelids and rouses him. A quick and fleeting flare of light, like a camera shutter clicking. His eyes open to a half-dim bedroom, and it takes the ten year old a few, silent seconds to re-orient himself to the waking world. The air is colder than usual against his bare face. It’s a pleasant contrast to the warmth that cocoons the rest of him, limbs tucked close under the down comforter. And it makes him hesitant to get up just yet, until he remembers — it’s Christmas morning.
Zeke shoves the covers aside and slides out of bed, padding barefoot over the hardwood flooring. The cold quickens his pace to the dresser, where he fishes out woolen socks — it doesn’t matter that they’re a mismatched pair, or that they’re crooked and ill-fitting when he tugs them on haphazardly. Then Zeke searches for something warmer to wear. He grabs the first sweater he sees, balled up on the armchair next to the window. There’s a chink in the curtains that were tightly shut last night. Someone must have come in earlier to crack them open without his knowledge. The house staff have all gone home for the holidays, and Father is away on business, so only one suspect remained.
He wonders if Cain will like the present he picked out for him.
It’s thankfully more temperate downstairs. The fireplace is in full blaze, cheerily spitting sparks next to the ornamented Christmas tree. He passes by the presents under the tree without a second glance, instead lured by the scent of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.
“Merry Christmas Cain,” Zeke greets, voice raspy from sleep.
The man standing at the stove turns in response — Cain is wearing patterned pajama pants too, but paired with his usual starched dress shirt it’s an amusing sight — and grins. “Good morning Zeke,” he says, waving a rubber spatula in his direction. “Thought you wouldn’t be up for a while longer, but pancakes are almost done.”
“Did you make anything special for Christmas?” Zeke comes up behind Cain, rising on his toes to watch the batter thicken and cook in the pan.
“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see later. There’s eggnog and bacon on the table, so go sit down.”
Zeke obliges without complaint, climbing onto his usual chair and dragging the pre-filled mug closer. He takes a tentative first sip. The drink is chilly, but goes down smoothly, frothy and sweet with a touch of cinnamon. He plays with his silverware, re-arranging the fork and knife in various configurations on the tabletop. Once Cain arrives with two plates of pancakes in hand, Zeke picks them back up in anticipation, an utensil in each hand.
Cain sets the plates down and gives the boy a quick once-over from head to toe. “Your socks don’t match,” the bodyguard-slash-babysitter sighs fondly, dropping down to his heels in front of Zeke. He straightens out each sock, pulling them up to cover Zeke’s ankles.
“Yeah.”
Cain’s fingers scrape soothingly over his scalp as he fixes his part too, coaxing the stray strands of hair into place. Cain’s brow furrows in suspicion. “Did you wash your face and brush your teeth?”
“No.”
“After breakfast, then.” Cain stands up and takes his own seat across from him.
They eat in mutual silence, interspersed by Zeke’s occasional yawns. He finishes his plate and half of the eggnog, and Cain looks like he’s about to open his mouth again and send him off to wash up.
“Let’s open presents first,” Zeke says before Cain has a chance to speak. The man blinks in mild surprise, momentarily wordless, and Zeke knows he’s won.
He has two presents waiting for him, from Father and Cain according to the tags. He sits cross-legged by the fireplace and unwraps each gift in that order. Cain is reclining on the couch, nursing his own mug of eggnog.
Father’s gift is practical, a new backpack for school, but Zeke likes it all the same, running his palms over the smooth leather and metal clasps. He sets it aside for Cain’s. This box is much heavier and wider in dimension.
He glances over at Cain. “Let me guess.”
“Uh huh.” Cain raises the mug to his lips.
“A Playstation.”
Cain’s eyes widen from over the rim of his cup and he straightens up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What?! I thought you said you didn’t want a Playstation?”
Zeke laughs at Cain’s suddenly stricken expression and shakes his head. “I changed my mind. Maybe next year?”
“You’ve gotta stop doing that,” Cain mutters to himself.
Still smiling, Zeke turns to unwrap the present in question, more curious than ever about its contents. It’s — a hand-painted chess set, one Zeke remembers admiring weeks ago in an antiques shop. The pieces are medieval soldiers. Giddy, he hurriedly grabs a much smaller box hidden by the tree’s lowest branches and jumps up to join Cain.
Jostled by the weight of a second body dropping unannounced onto the couch, Cain nearly spills his eggnog and bites back a curse, quickly setting the mug down on the side table to prevent any accidents. “Hey—”
“Thank you Cain!” Zeke embraces him tightly, nestling his chin at the crook of his neck and pecking him on the cheek like he used to.
Cain’s eyes stray off to the side, face coloring in embarrassment at the display of gratitude. “You’re a weird kid to get so happy about that old thing…”
“Yeah, yeah. You have to play chess with me now.”
Cain frowns. “But I suck at it.”
“That’s what makes it fun, though — ah, here,” Zeke pulls away to hand Cain his present, tucking his knees up against his chest to watch the other take the palm-sized box in rapt attention.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, y’know—”
Zeke cuts him off. “Just open it.”
Cain lifts the top to reveal a silver tie clip in the shape of a racing hound — and stares, transfixed. Zeke studies his face for any sign of disappointment or horror.
Seconds pass.
“You don’t like it…” Zeke ventures, trailing off. His head droops slightly.
“No!” Cain scrambles to salvage the situation, to reassure the wilting boy. Because he does like it, only suddenly he doesn’t know how to express the sentiments clamoring to be heard in his chest, warm and thrumming and very much alive.
“I like it. I’ll wear it, I promise.”
Dreams melt away like snow. His eyes open to a half-dim hotel room, and it takes the twenty-five year old a few, silent seconds to re-orient himself to the waking world. He turns his head to the right and nuzzles his cheek against the cool pillowcase, catching sight of his right hand man-slash-lover’s clothed back. Cain dons a suit jacket, spending a few seconds adjusting the cuffs before he he turns back to face the bed and notices Zeke’s drowsy gaze on him.
“Morning,” Cain says, leaning over to press a kiss to his temple. Zeke sits up reluctantly, covers pooling around his waist. There’s a glint of silver in his peripheral vision — his hand catches Cain’s tie and holds him there to get a better look at the object of interest. A decorative tie clip in the shape of a dog, gleaming softly in the weak morning light.
It stirs up a dusty memory that comes back to him in fragments, impressions. Cinnamon and pine, butter on his tongue. He touches the hound’s head and runs a finger across, to the tip of the carefully sculpted tail. It looks almost brand new.
“You still,” Zeke yawns, “have this? I gave you this ages ago.”
“Well—” Cain bites the inside of his cheek. “Yeah. It was a gift from you,” he finishes lamely, fidgeting.
“Huh.” Zeke arches a brow, impressed. He releases the tie, palm smoothing over Cain’s jacket. His mouth quirks up in the barest hint of a smirk. “It’s silly now, but it reminded me of you.”
His hand slides farther up, cupping the nape of Cain’s neck. “Though maybe I should get you a collar too, puppy.”
The tell-tale flush that heats the skin of his palm tells him Cain wouldn’t be entirely opposed to that idea.
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Junior was the first to open his eyes, and was met with a rather strange sight. Standing before him was a young man with a toddler between his legs. Off to the right, was an older man lying on the ground and rubbing his head. To left of the teen and toddler were two more men, each staring at the other in shock. One teen was eating a jar of peanut butter in the back.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Screams of terror filled the air as the humans frantically began to push and hit the other humans, confused by what was happening. Only the man lying on the ground remained still as the others fought and rushed to different sections of the lair, trying to recollect their thoughts and figure out what had happened to the fellow pets.
The teen that had had the toddler between his legs was a tall fellow with tanned skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair. He was wearing a navy tank top, black leggings, and blue knee high boots. There was a scarf long red and green around his neck that ended at his waist. He was muscular, but revealed himself gentle even as he pushed others away from him.
The toddler was mostly covered by a large black jacket with white fur along the hood and cat ears on top, that dragged on the floor as it walked. The hood of the jacket constantly fell in their eyes as they moved, resulting in her falling more times than they could count. When they lifted up their hood their amber eyes flickered for a second before the toddler rushed to find a safe place.
The man lying down was a darker man with green eyes, and a short brown mohawk. He wore a camouflage tank top with cargo shorts and hiking boots. He had many tattoos, different symbols and designs that snaked up his arms to his shoulders before meeting on his back in a diamond pattern. His lips were slightly parted to reveal his forked tongue and fanged teeth.
A short ginger with eyes as green as grass dressed in a light brown jacket and a white dress shirt and tan pants, darted past on his way to the disguise tubes. His hair was short and curly. His glasses bounced on his nose as he moved. He paused only for a moment to pick up the toddler and carry it with him.
A chubby boy, older than the toddler but younger than the muscular teen, was dressed in Robbies clothes and holding a pair of socks in his hands. His hair was purple and styled into a pompadour. He had shoved the toddler down as he ran past, knocking them to their butt. Not stopping, he climbed on top of the refrigerator.
The only other person not running was the teenage boy with his tongue in the peanut butter jar. He wore all blue, from his jacket to his shirt and pants he wore blue. The only exception to the blue outfit were his shoes, which were a dark black. He had bright blue eyes that shined like diamonds and short hair that looked a bit like chicken ramen. The teen was far more invested in his nutty treat than the discord around him.
Above them in the rafters was another man. His eyes were as blue as the tips of his hair, an electric shade that clashed with the dark black of his normal hair color. He wore a black leather jacket and skinny jeans, with black converse. His skin was dark, not as dark as the man on the floor in camouflage, but darker than the one in the scarf. Beard stubble made his face rough to the touch, but he couldn’t stop feeling it.
“What the Hell happened to me?” He demanded, observing the chaos taking place below him. “Who on Earth are you people?”
“I want to ask you lot the same question!” The ginger leaned against a machine with the struggling toddler pressed against his chest. It hadn’t seemed right to leave them out there wandering around such dangerous machinery with those people out there, possibly with ill intentions. “And what have you done with my fellow pets?”
The teen in the blue boots poked his head from behind the work table, “Ringo, Trevor, Icy? Where are you guys?”
“I’m over here,” The tattooed man spoke up, his fangs giving him a lisp. “My head hurtth…”
“I’m over here chum, that is you I hear Berry, right?” The ginger scanned his eyes around the room for the sight of his old friend. “Where are you?”
“Ringo, where are you?” The teen stepped out of his hiding spot and moved to the center of the room.
“Right here, I’m watching a human move around the room.”
“Ringo, I think that human is me, I think we all turned into humans.”
“Well, that explainth why I have armth and legth.” The fanged man sat up and raked his nails up the ink on his arm. He was awed by the sight and feel of them, so unfamiliar to him yet so enthralling. “They feel tho warm and thoft!”
“Rollcall guys and gal, come out when you hear your name.” Berry ordered, helping the peanut butter teen off the floor. “Icy!”
The man jumped down from the rafters, landing neatly on his feet. “Right here.”
“Ringo?”
The ginger stepped out from behind the machine and raised his hand. “Cheerio!”
“Sportabork?”
The teen in all blue jumped up and down excitedly before removing the jar from his face. “Hi guys!”
“Junior?”
“Over here!” The chubby boy called from the fridge.
“Trevor?”
The man still on the floor stood to his feet and raised his hand in recognition. It became obvious how tall Trevor was in his human form, taller than Berry by an entire foot. Intimidated, Berry involuntary took a step away from him and called the final name.
“Cupcake?”
There was a long silence as the female’s name echoed through the lair. The group looked at each other nervously as the proud feline didn’t respond to her name. The toddler babbled incoherently from within its jacket, flailing its tiny arms in the oversized sleeves. Ringo gently lifted up its hood to reveal the small childs face for a brief second. In a flash it had pulled the hood back over its face, chittering angrily as it did.
“Cupcake, is that you love?” Ringo asked. He pulled her hood back again, this time reaching for the zipper to remove her oversized jacket. “Lets have a peek at you.”
The toddler stopped fussing long enough to look at the group that now gathered around her. The grin on Icy’s face, the concerned expressions on Berry and Ringos, bored expression on Trevor’s face, and the confused Sportabork and Junior. It wasn’t until Berry was holding her jacket that she began fussing again.
The toddler was a light skinned girl with dark black hair with the very tips being purple, similar to the style of Icy’s. Her cheeks were rosy from the fussing and struggling to get away from Ringo. There was a colorful cupcake necklace around her neck, similar to the one that she used to wear on her collar. She wore a black and white striped shirt with a cartoonish cat skull on it and a purple skirt. Her legs were covered by white tights and her feet by black Mary Janes. A blue bow fashioned around her waist served as a holder for a stuffed black cat with button eyes and mismatched feet.
“Pfft-!” Icy burst out laughing as Ringo set Cupcake down and watched as she tried to retrieve her beloved jacket from Berry. Heads turned to face the blue haired man as he doubled over in laughter. “She turned into a baby!”
“What happened to us?” Junior asked, ignoring the obnoxious laughter of Icy. He gestured to the group with his right hand while picking at a wedgie with his left. “Does anyone remember what happened?”
“I-I remember hearing a loud hum, like master Robbies old massager.” Berry closed his brown eyes as he remembered the wretched feeling that had followed the usually pleasant sound. “Then I saw light, light that shone as bright as the sun.”
“God, it felt like a warm hug for a moment but then it felt like a thousand needles jabbing me at once. I could’ve sworn that I threw up at some point.” Ringo interjected, cutting off the buff teen. “Then when I opened my eyes, I saw you and Cupcake.”
“Ouchies!” The toddler offered, referring to the pins and needles feeling.
“Ouchies indeed, Cupcake.” Ringo agreed, shivering at the memory. He bent down to pick her back up only for his hands to be swatted away. She took refuge in the arms of Trevor, who was more than happy to hold the small child.
“When I wath getting off that machine I could have thworn I heard thome thort of click.” Trevor admitted, pointing to the circular part of the device where he had once been laying. It now dangled by a single copper wire as thick as a pencil, gently rocking back and forth.
“It’s quite possible that yeh activated it, and there might be a way to reverse the effects and return us back our normal loveable state before master Robbie returns.” Ringo said quickly as he walked over to the broken contraption. He inspected it for a few moments before shaking his head and facing to the group, “Maybe Peepo knows what to do, does anyone know his number?”
“The only one that ever bothered to memorize the contact book was Cupcake, and she’s not exactly in the state to recite it.” Junior pointed out, referring to the girl now in Trevor’s arms licking one of his tattoos. “And a proper SOMEONE had to send the contact book to Hell!”
“Now lets not be rash here Juney bloom, I didn’t mean to send the book itself to Hell.” Sportabork argued, setting his beloved jar to the side. “Just the phone to make it stop ringing.”
“But you missed!”
“Irrelavent!”
“What about Peepos sidekick, what was her name, Swift?” Ringo looked at Icy, who was now sitting in Robbies chair. “Do you know her number?”
“Do I look like the kind of guy that memorizes contact books?” Icy replied. “Even if I had what could she do?’
“Lose the attitude!” Ringo ordered. “You were a gift from her, we just thought you had some information about her!”
“I only knew her for a few days before she gave me to Robbie.”
“Well then ladth, loo-”
“AAA!” Cupcake interrupted as she used her small hand to smack his left cheek.
“And lady,” Trevor corrected himself, looking down at her for approval before continuing. “Lookth we’ll be taking care of ourthelveth for the next few dayth.”
“We’re going to need to make a plan, I highly doubt Master Robbie would like to return from his trip and have a lair full of humans.” Ringo held the jar that Sportabork had been eating from. “Now our first priority should be securing a decent diet, we can’t eat our pet food anymore and we can’t live on simply junk food.”
“N-Not even peanut butter?” Sportabork looked horrified at the thought of not having his favorite treat.
“No Sportabork, you may still have your peanut butter.” Ringo returned the jar to the blue clad teen, who gave it a tight hug. “But you must eat it in moderation, no more eating entire jars.”
“Moderation, where on Earth is that?” The teen held up the peanut butter. “Can we go there now, I want to finish off this jar by tonight!”
“It’s not a where it’s a what, it means don’t over do something like eat too much peanut butter, or use an entire roll of toilet paper to wipe yeh bum.” The ginger explained.
“Ringo, we’re altho going to need diaperth.”
“Please tell me she didn’t.”
“Not yet, but we’ll need them thoon.”
“I’ll get started on a list, Berry can you see what sort of food Master Robbie has in the cabinets?” Ringo went to the kitchen space and pulled a notepad out a drawer. “Icy, I need you to see what we do have in the fridge.”
“I can already tell you it’s nothing to healthy.” Icy warned, making his way to the fridge.
“I know, but could you please go check and see what we do have?”
“What can I do, I wanna help!” Junior exclaimed, tugging at Ringos coat. The young man chuckled and ruffled the boys hair before pointing at Cupcake in Trevor’s arms. “It would be a big help if you kept an eye on Lil’ Cakesie over there, because I need Trevor and Sportabork to see if they can’t find any money lying around here, can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, I can do that, I’ll be the best watcher in the whole world!” Junior rushed to grab Cupcake from Trevor and took her to the bed where she had slept during her time as a feline.
Ringo took a seat in the kitchen area and began writing down the essentials they’d need to make it through the week. Every now and again he’d look over at the two children playing with cat toys, or take a side glance at Berry and Icy rummaging through the kitchen cabinets and fridge. Trevor and Sportabork came in every now and again to deposit spare change and crinkled up bills in front of the notepad. Nowhere near enough to cover even half of the expenses on the list.
“We got a few apples, half a thing of milk, some leftover cake, and…a pineapple?” The blue-haired man reported from the fridge. He held up the large spiky fruit and tossed it around in his hands a few times before nearly dropping it at the sight now standing before him.
There was a little frog puppet floating inches from his face, and in its hands was a large sum of cash. In a quick motion the puppet flung the money at Ringo, knocking him out of his chair before running over to the kids. The frog snatched the cupcake shaped cat toy from the toddler and ran away, leaving her with a stack of money. For his final act the green puppet raced to Icy, headbutted him in the crotch, and stole his precious pineapple. As the man fell to the floor holding himself, the frog rose to the lairs roof with all eyes on it as it spread its arms and smiled up to the sky before disappearing in a puff of green smoke.
“Good Heavens, Icy are you alright?” Ringo got up and moved over to the fallen Icy. “On a scale of one to ten what are you?”
“Look wise I’m a thousand baby, but pain wise it’s a million….” Icy whimpered, raising his head to look at the ginger. “Kiss it better for me?”
Annoyed, Ringo pushed the leather clad mans head down and stood back up. “He’s alright everyone, just a bit hurt otherwise unscathed.” He dusted himself off and went to take the money that had been given to Cupcake. It took a valiant effort to take the bills from the toddler’s death grip tight but once he did he quickly distracted her with a ball. “I do hope this money was obtained, legally.”
“Thereth gotta be at leatht a thouthand dollarth over here!” Trevor exclaimed, picking up some of the money that had gotten thrown. “Who wath that guy?”
“He comes by when Robbies here, I think he’s connected to that pineapple or something.” Berry shrugged, reaching down and pulling Icy to his feet. “I guess it doesn’t really matter what we have now let’s just take a stack of bills and go to the store, Ringo you done with that list?”
“Yeah we need diapers, vegetables, fruits, oatmeal.” Ringo paused to wipe a drop of grape juice off the page, only for three more to take its place. “Bloody He-” He looked up to find the puppet above him, throwing up grape juice onto his list. “BLOODY HELL YOU PRICK!”
The puppet disappeared once again, just as Berry swung down the broom hitting Ringo on top of the head. Both men looked at one another for a long second before Berry backed away with his hands up, dropping the broom and retreating to the second floor.
“Someone grab the kids, we’re going without the list.” Ringo ordered, rubbing his head.
“Can we handle not having a list Ringo?” Berry went to the children and picked them each up in one arm.
//here ya go kids
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