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st4rb3rries · 10 months

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AW THE FRIENDSHIP HCS AAAA could u also write some for Tweek, Craig, and Wendy?? Thank you!!!!!!!<33

TWEEK TWEAK and CRAIG TUCKER friendship hc's .ೃ࿔*:･

pairings; tweek and craig x reader (all aged up 18+)

summary; just hc's!

warnings; slight cussing

a/n; sorry i didn't write for wendy idk how to write for her!!

YOUR FRIEND GROUP WITH THEM

craig forced you guys into all getting guinea pigs. it was at 3am too. craig saw the 24 hour pet star and was literally begging you both to get one. obviously you guys got one because craig couldn't stfu🙄. tweek named his espresso and you named yours piggy. now stripe has 2 new friends to play with!! two weeks later stripe now has one friend to play with.

tweek: "AUHG G-GUYS E-ESPRESO DIED, AUGJK WHAT AM I GOING TO DO"

y/n and craig: "WTH HOW DID ESPRESSO DIE??!??!"

tweek: "I GIVE HER COFFE JUST ONCE AND THEN-"

craig: "GOD DAMMINT TWEEK GUINEA PIGS CAN'T HANDLE COFFEE!"

you guys arranged espresso a funeral. espresso was buried in craigs backyard. she didn't deserved to be buried in her murderers backyard. everyone was crying, but tweek was crying the most. a real one was lost that day. r.i.p espresso😔🙌.

ok hear me out, you guys have a garden at tweeks house. it's y'alls relaxing garden whenever you guys are stressed from school. and it smells like coffee cause tweeks parents grow their own coffee beans their!! you guys built this garden by yourselves. it has a mini water fountain and everything. even a lil bench. you guys mostly planted flowers there.

sneaking out to the park late at night is a thing you guys do once a week. at first tweek was skeptical because you could get kidnapped. but after a few times going he now enjoys it. you guys play hide and seek cops and robbers tag and much more. it's so chaotic too because it's at night you can't see anything. lot's of screaming is heard and the neighbors once called the cops on you guys because. they thought a murder was happening💀. you guys ran away whenever you saw blue and red lights.

on those lazy days you and tweek go to craigs house and set up his movie projector outside in his backyard. you guys lay on his trampoline with blankets and munch on snacks. ghibli movies are %100 being watched. but it's all fun and games until CRAIG starts jumping. oh nah you and tweek always be flying like 300 feet into the air. so you and tweek always get craig back with a double jump. craig finally got to visit outer space that night😍.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH TWEEK ⋆˚✿˖°

making coffee drinks at 3am since you guys have such a bad sleep schedule!! since tweek has the keys to his parents shop. you guys sneak in and, that's when it gets real fun and messy. you guys either make the most delicious heaven sent frappuccino's on earth. OR THE MOST DISGUESTING COFFE DRINK THAT WOULD KILL A WHOLE POPULATION. like, "no tweek i aint gonna try your coffee mayo topped with celery🙄". "i'll give you $5 bucks" "ok bet" tweek really couldn't believe you drank that. he was so disappointed in you too. you drank all that just for 5 dollars tf?? even though he was disappointed in you, he recorded you drinking it. he was laughing his ass off the whole time too omfg. the next day he was so worried because he thought you died😭😭😭. in reality you got a new and exclusive virus😍.

doing your skincare for him. i feel like sometimes his anxiety makes him break out sometimes. so he comes over to your house to ask you for skin advice and for you to do his skincare! you were so excited when he asked you that like you were screaming and jumping!! tweek didn't really get the hype though🤨. first you started off with a cleanser, then a face mask. he didn't like the consistency off the face mask because it was slimey. he was like "what am i frog🙄🙄" "yes" after that you used some serums and moisturizers then you dried him off with a fan. bro was so tired and about to fall asleep until he saw you grab more boxes. "oh jesus christ what now" "nose strips and pimple patches duh🙄" tweek actually felt nice and relaxed after you were done. it became it weekly thing for you to do his skincare. but after a while he finally does it on his own everyday. he now has the most clearest skin!! thanks you to you ofc<3

so yk how tweek has his buttons all messed up on his shirt. sometimes they pop out due to his twitches so you always sew them back on just for him. but you've been sewing his buttons on for awhile and he quicky grasps the steps very easily. after a bit of practice he learned to sew his own buttons. anyways he wanted to learn a little bit more advanced things then just sewing buttons. so you taught him more! after a couple months he made so many things. like gloves, plushies, bags and much more. but his favorite thing to do is emborder his jeans and shirts. once you guys bought each other jeans and spent the whole night and morning embroidering little things and doodles about each other. i just think this is a cute little niche thing that he does. :)

baking coffee cupcakes with him is for sure a thing you guys do. he has a huge sweet tooth! i feel like older tweek is not trying to drink as much coffee since it's been damaging him since he was a kid😭. so he starts somewhere small. you suggest coffee cupcakes since he has a sweet tooth and he loves the idea. it still has coffee but not as much. he actually created the cupcake recipe and it turned out so good!! so don't be surprised when it's 4am and you get a message from tweek that says, "lets go to walmart and get stuff for coffee cupcakes." you say yes ofc because his cupcakes are so delicious!! once you guys get back from walmart. you guys put on your matching aprons and then start baking together. tweek is the cupcake expert here so you follow his instructions. whenever you mix and measure things tweek has to watch you because. one time you put the whole bottle of vanilla extract because you were talking to him and you didn't even notice. once you guys bit into those cupcakes...... you spat them back out cause they were so nasty. this time the cupcakes turned out delicious because tweek was monitoring you😭.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH CRAIG ୨୧⋆ ˚｡

so i hc that craig loves space as much as stripe so going to the space museum. are definitely things that you guys love to do and always do. you guys always go once a month if not more!! whenever you guys to the space museum, you never fail to smile at craigs lit up face when he enters🤭. his favorite exhibit is the big shuttle that takes up the whole place. the first time you guys were there you snuck onto the shuttle and toured it. it was all going until you guys got caught by security. you tried to ditch them but y'all still got caught. you both flipped off security whenever they escorted you out🙄. his 2nd favorite exhibit is the star room. it's a projector that shows stars on the ceilings and all the planets are hanging in there. there's also old love music playing in the background. this exhibit is for couples but he don't care. every time it's empty you guys pull up and start slow dancing. only for a minute because every time you see craigs serious face you start laughing and he does too. you guys can't take anything seriously😭 .

you and craig always have photoshoots with your guinea pigs. ik this sounds childish but, you and craigs love for guinea pigs are unmatched😔🙌. craig always goes to your house for the photoshoots. some examples that you've guys done are astronauts, race car drivers, and barbie and ken! and these photoshoots turn out so good im not even kidding. the accessories and clothes are hand made by y'all ofc. and the backgrounds are painted by craig. you always take the photos. craig does too sometimes but they turn out blurry. "i can take the photos this time if you want" "NO ITS OK I'LL TAKE THEM" (craig always prints out the photos and tapes it to his walls.) once stripe and piggy are done you let them run around in their own play area. THESE ARE SPOILED GUINEA PIGS. they have a bunch of toys, mazes that they can go through and much more. you and craig got jobs just so you can support your children🙌. once their tired from playing around you guys always make them gourmet food. craig also bought them little tables and chairs so they can eat😭. you guys get the best lettuce and herbs for your guinea pigs. and yk they be eating good since they're a lil chunky. you and craig always chop up all the veggies and plate them up. in the end you guys are very responsible and loving parents.

whenever it's late at night and the stars are beautiful expect a message from craig saying: "MEET ME ON KROOFTOP RN STAQRS LOOOK PRETYYW😭" you meet up with craig so he can read astronomy books to you. BUT only when the stars are extra pretty. obviously craig owns all the astronomy books so he brings that and a flashlight! you on the other hand, you bring blankets and snacks! craig always reads while you just sit and listen. you never offer to read just so you can hear his voice more🤭. "astronyisaphenonminathathathasbeen-" "WOAH OWAH SLOW DOWN" you say. craig says, "it's not my fault im a smarter intellectual and faster reader than you🤓🤓🤓" (with sarcasm) you guys also look for constellations too! craigs house is the best place for constellation sighting. "isn't that the big chipper or something like that?" "no you dumbass it's the big dipper🙄" you always stay up on his roof top until the dawn of morning. so it's a bonus that you get to see the sunrise too. "the sunrise is so much more prettier than those stars" "get out of my house"

craig has a thing for lego's so he insists on inviting you whenever whenever the lego set he got was easy enough for you to build. if the set is advanced then he'll stick to building it himself and here's why. it was your first time building a lego set with craig. it was that big star wars starship model. it was all finished and craig was so proud he could cry. ohhh but he did cry whenever you dropped the starship model on the ground. "y/n get out" "OH SHIT S-SORRY CRAIG IM SORR-" "please y/n just get out" THAT BIG BABY DIDN'T WANT YOU TO SEE HIM CRY OVER PIECES OF PLASTICCCC. once he started crying you hugged him. "OH Y/N SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL I TELL YA!!!" you told him that you were soooo sorry for dropping it and he forgave you. (he still holds you accountable till this day) that's why you and craig stick to easy models. like the valentines models personally those are his favorite to build with you because they are cute and simple. whenever it's february craig always gets a new valentine set for each day until valentines day. whenevr it's valentines day craig got the flower lego set for you and him😳. craig will always insist to build lego's when there's nothing to do "*sighhh* im boredddd" "wanna build leg-"

#south park #south park x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n #south park hcs #tweek tweak #tweek tweak x reader #tweek tweak x you #tweek tweak x y/n #tweek tweak hcs #craig tucker #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker x you #craig tucker x y/n #craig tucker hcs

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codergirlsblog · 2 years

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Fnaf revival au headcanons:

Susie, Fritz and Charlie are the youngest. Gabriel and Jeremy are the two oldest and Cassidy is in the middle.

The missing children when they were ghost, they would always check to see if their parents were ok and taking care of themselves.

The missing children and Charlie, even though they are dead(for now)they still like to play games like hide and seek, tag, cops and robbers, they sometimes do karaoke. Cassidy disapproves of this because she thinks their getting distracted by what’s important(at least to her): revenge

When the missing children met Evan and he told them about how he died, they always did their very best to comfort him and make him feel better. When Evan told him that William was in fact his dad they didn’t hate him, in fact they felt sorry that he has to have a father like that in his life(except Cassidy, she really doesn’t like cc because of that, she still hates him when he became an adult).

Cassidy sometimes has a tendency to not let a situation go(for instance her death). The other children were done with their revenge and wanted to move on(and they did, I would to because he’s gonna come back anyway). But Cassidy refuses to let that go and she won’t stop until she brings literal hell upon afton(she even said she would go to literal hell and stay there if that means she can torture afton to her liking).

Ever since Gabriel came back to life, he always carried a knife or his dads gun with him so he can protect himself. He always went to school with it too( and he was never caught with it, he also found the gun in his dads room, since he died he never got the chance to get his stuff).

Fritz was always taught good manners by his mom and dad, that’s why in my au he’s always nice and kind. But if someone hurt his friends or mom, he’ll get serious(and I mean SERIOUS)

Even though the missing children were dead(for now)and wanted revenge, they still have that kid mindset, I don’t like the idea of the missing children acting like adults at such a young age, it just doesn’t sit right with me(except for Cassidy, she was already acting like an adult.

Fritz is a boy of simple pleasures and he’ll be happy and grateful for anything you give him. This is because his family was not very rich and he didn’t get to live the wealthy lifestyle that’s why as an adult whenever someone in the pizzaplex gives him a gift he’s always so happy about it(he even cried once). Like seriously though give this man as something as small as like a bracelet and he’ll be eternally grateful and so happy about it.

Bonus: Fritz wears a necklace with half a star on it, him mom gave it to him and she has another necklace that has the other half of the star. She calls fritz “the brightest star in the sky” because his personality is so bright that it lights up the night sky(fritz almost cried from that but smiled).

#fnaf #fnaf revival au #charlie emily #fritz #gabriel #jeremy #susie #evan afton #elizabeth afton #cassidy fnaf #something i’ve been thinking about for a while

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snowmaniaph · 1 year

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Raul x Mukai Koji

The thing I want to try with everyone is the SM steakhouse

Mukai: I’m good at playing tag!

Raul: Me too. I ran pretty fast when I was a kid, and often played it at our apartment complex.

Mukai: I specialize in running away. The hide-and-seek/ cops and robbers game takes me back. Did you know that saying “Tanmi!” makes you invincible?

Raul: For us, it was “Tanma”.

Mukai: Ah, it is “Tanma” (laughs).

Raul: Isn’t it because it came from the English words “Time Out”?

Mukai: You’re probably right. How embarrassing. Another game we played a lot was "kick the can".

Raul: Were you born during Showa (*1926-1989)?

Mukai: Of course not! But we played a lot of games when I was in elementary. Like the one where you walk using cans with strings attached to them to make something similar to stilts.

Raul: For me, the memorable one was having a secret hideout. I brought a lot of trash and made a secret hideout with the kids from our neighborhood.

Mukai: Secret hideouts do have that soft feeling to them. Changing the subject, in terms of love and romance, which do you like more, chasing or being chased?

Raul: I would definitely be the one chasing. I am not very good with guys who want to be chased.

Mukai: I’m also the type who wants to chase. But I think I have the tendency to become intoxicated with chasing someone who will never be mine.

Raul: You’re calmly analyzing this.

Mukai: How do I say this... like “I like this lonely me” (laughs). Raul, why don’t you like men who want to be chased?

Raul: Because their respect for women is too low. I want to correct that disposition.

Mukai: There might be people who like feeling superior because they are being pursued?

Raul: Isn’t there no need to feel superior in love? I want to love with a pure feeling, without having to make plans (to make them fall in love with me).

Mukai: That’s right. But there might be fans who would feel happy if they are pursued.

Raul: Me too. But while feeling grateful, I also feel like I am chasing everyone.

Mukai: What do you mean?

Raul: Like “What should I do to make them happier?” or “What should I do so they would think that this is a good performance?”

Mukai: I understand. That is also needed. It’s why we do our best.

Raul: We really have a special connection with all the fans!

Mukai: What would you like to try and challenge with the SnowMan members?

Raul: Something like an obstacle that we haven’t tried before. Climbing a difficult mountain is also nice, but I want something that will utilize our bonds and allow us to make team plays.

Mukai: For example?

Raul: Managing a store. Assigning members into different roles... like kitchen, reception, and delivery.

Mukai: That sounds interesting. As for me, I’d like to be in reception because I’d be able to talk to a lot of people.

Raul: It would be good if we can make use of our strong points. By the way, I’d be the store ambassador. I’d go out with a signboard or flyers and advertise our store.

Mukai: So you won’t usually be working inside the store (laughs). What kind of restaurant will it be anyway?

Raul: A steakhouse. Something like “SM Steak”... Is the name weird? (laughs)

Mukai: No, it’s fine. Our store will only have S and M sizes. Also, what would be our store’s special feature?

Raul: You can request 1 song if you come to the store 100 times.

Mukai: That’s amazing! Then Raul, how about making it immediately!?

Raul: Then I’ll do it right away (laughs).

Source: Potato 09/2022

#snowman #snow man #mukai koji #murakami maito raul #kojirau #translations #johnnys #koji mukai #raul maito murakami

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rngrmyk · 2 years

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I grew up in Long Beach, California. In the 70s. My clothes came from Sears as a kid AND teenager. They had been in layaway till school started, right after Labor Day. Eating out at a restaurant was a thing every now and then. Fast food was on my dad’s pay day as a special treat (we had nothing left at home to cook). Leftovers at home was my usual fare. Eating popsicles off the ice cream truck was a treat on a hot day, rarely did we have any at home in the freezer. We had fake cigs for candy and you only needed $1 or less to buy a bag full of candy. Finding a Coke bottle walking to and from school was like finding a $10 bill. When you told the bottle to the store, you had the deposit too buy candy. You took your school clothes/shoes off as soon as you got home and put on your play clothes. If no one was home after school, you jumped the gate or went to the neighbors. Nobody paid for daycare. We ate dinner at the table. Our house phone was always being used. We played Cops and Robbers, 1-2-3 Not It, Red Light Green Light, Hide & Seek, Truth or Dare, Tag, Kick Ball, Dodge Ball and we rode bikes. Girls and Boys played in the street or in the backyard. We came home when the street lights came on. Children were seen and not heard. Staying in the house was a punishment and the only thing we knew about being "bored" was "You better find something to do before I find it for you!". We ate what mom/dad made for dinner or we ate nothing at all. There was no bottled water; we drank from the tap or the water hose (because there was no coming in and out of the house😑😑🤧) We watched cartoons on Saturday mornings and rode our bikes for hours. We ran around in the streets until dark and came in before mom had to find us. We were AFRAID OF NOTHING. We watched our MOUTHS around our elders because our PARENTS WOULD WHOOP OUR BUTTS!!! These were the good old days. Kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid, they will never understand my childhood!! I loved being a kid!!! Copied and pasted! (at Long Beach, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg-Iqi1vDMb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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AYE requests briefly open you say? Then here ya go: MC (female or gn) turns into a child for a day courtsey of Solomon (maybe around 5) with the Brothers. I think it'd be adorable, what with finger painting on spell books and things, but there ya go!

The MC is Now Five Years Old, Thanks Solomon...

Oh boy…. A little kid in Hell sounds like a train wreck admittedly, but at least they'll have some pretty strong guardians right? I heard It'll Be Okay by SMLE & Helen Tess and decided that was JUST the feel this sort of request needed.

Intro:

Solomon really doesn't mess up spells often. He's been doing this for a while (at least as far as my headcanon is concerned) so he's gotten pretty damn good at magic over the years. It takes a looot to make him mess up. Like say, a natural disaster, an unexpected surprise… or a whole-ass MC getting knocked into what sigil he's using at just the wrong time. Yeah. That'll do it.

How in the world is he going to explain this to the brothers…?

Lucifer

His anger toward Solomon is quite severe… tempered only slightly by how utterly adorable kid!MC is. (Well all know he's got that soft spot for cute things 🤭) It reminds him so much of his brothers at that age…

The man basically reverts back to being Dad!Lucifer sooo fast.

He's the one tying their shoes, checking on them throughout the day, making sure they're not running with scissors… that sort of thing.

Weirdly enough he's not that bothered by it… In fact, his brothers find it a little unnerving just how at peace he seems when he's keeping track of kid!MC doing this or that… It's like he's just put on an old pair of gloves and found out they still fit.

Speaking of his brothers, Lucifer can't turn off "Parent Mode" so it starts spilling over to them too...

When he started telling Levi "It's bedtime" and used a napkin to wipe Beel's face for him in public, they decided to hold an informal intervention. They're grown demons now, damnit!! 😖

Mammon

The first thing kid!MC did when they saw Mammon was fling themselves at him while screaming "MAMMIE!!!" at the top of their lungs… Regardless of his confusion, the man could probably die happy now.

He only gripes a little bit about being saddled with babysitting duty… Because everybody knows he's not the babysitter now. He's the playmate.

"Mammie, I wanna play House!!" "I ain't playing House with ya, kid. How 'bout Tag?" "No way, you're too fast!" "Hide'n Seek?" "Luci said we can't play that no more…" "Well don't hide in the oven again!" "You didn't find me!!" "That was the problem!!!"

Pretty much the Man-Child/Actual Child Duo. He's perfect for keeping up with them and they'll whine incessantly when they can't find him for too long...

Totally the brother to take them to the amusement park or really any of those super fun places kids love. He will be just as excited as they are to be there, too.

It's not uncommon to find Mammon passed out on a couch or something with an equally exhausted kid!MC sleeping on his back. The two can really wear each other out…

Leviathan

He's probably the least perturbed by this change. Sudden de-aging of characters is a pretty popular anime trope, after all...

He's not all that taken with kid!MC though to be honest… Largely because he's too worried about keeping his stuff out of their grubby mitts. 😖

"Levi, what's this?" "GAH! Don't touch that!! That's my limited edition Ultra☆Rainbow Witch figurine!!" "I wanna play with it, though!" "It's not a toy!!" "That's not fair! You have nothing but toys, Levi!! You need to share!!" "NO I DON'T!!!"

In those times where Lucifer forces him to share, Levi goes full neat-freak. He handles all the discs and games himself, everything gets practically sterilized, and kid!MC HAS to wash their hands before they touch ANYTHING (especially the game controllers). He ain't risking any random kid-gunk getting on his precious possessions… 😰

He does enjoy playing games with them well enough, at least. No one's going to pass up a game of Devil Kart after all!

Sometimes he'll let them win just to see how happy they get… Though, then they start getting a big head about it so he has to remind him who the actual gamer is with another string of losses... Sucks to suck, kid! 😌😏

Satan

… You know, five year-olds ask a lot of questions… A looot of questions…

"Satan, what's that?" "An umbrella. You use it so that rain doesn't get on you." "Where does rain come from?" "Evaporated water collects in the atmosphere and-" "Is rain like the sky peeing?" "...." "Satan? Does your face hurt?... Satan?"

Please Lord, they may not be on speaking terms, but someone has to have mercy on his patience...

In truth, Satan's kind of charmed by how curious kid!MC is, he just wished they'd listen more to his boring explanations…

"Satan? Why does everyone listen to Diavolo?" "Lord Diavolo is like a king to us demons." "Where's his crown?" "He doesn't wear a crown." "Oh… You don't wear a crown and people listen to you. Are you a king too?" "I mean, you're not wrong… 😏" "Satan, get back to work."

Eh, maybe having a little MC isn't all that bad. They don't lie, after all. 😌

Asmodeus

OMG he hasn't seen a child this cute since the twins were in diapers!!!!

If Mammon isn't around then Asmo takes over babysitting duties (like an actual babysitter) and he's more than happy to do it. It reminds of him of taking care of baby Belphie!

If kid!MC has any interest at all in makeup then he's happy to foster it. He won't give them the good stuff of course, but he'll show them how to do blush, eyes, lipstick, nail polish, whatever!

He also dabbles in a bit of facepaint so do they want to look like a kitty, panda, or dragon? He's got them covered.

Asmo just likes to let them be creative in all forms, really. He's going to be the one to break out the paint and markers and just the kid!MC go to town! (hopefully not on the walls…)

Takes pictures of whatever they draw, good or bad, and happily displays them to everyone. There's not a big enough fridge to hold all the art he's going to collect (and zealously protect).

Beelzebub

Playmate #2 right after Mammon, but he's the less excitable, more responsible one.

"Beel! Beel! Watch me jump off this slide!!" 😰 "Please don't… You could hurt yourself… You slide down slides. That's why they're called that." "*GASP*... That's right! You're a genius!!" *sits back down* "Not really, but thank you." 😊 *waits for them at the bottom*

If the MC is with Beel, they're doing one of two things. Either they're playing together or gorging themselves on junk food.

Beel actually likes "domestic" games like House and Tea Party because it's an excuse to raid the kitchen. He'll play "house-husband" all day as long as he gets to actually eat at every imaginary dinnertime.

He'll play active games too, of course. Especially action-oriented ones like "Cops and Robbers" or Superheros. No one's better at roughhousing than Beel! Though he'll go easy on them, cause they're small and all… 😅

Everyone can always tell when Beel's in charge of them because he carries them around on his shoulders. He's the tallest one of the family so it's like getting to be a giant!

Belphegor

Belphie was introduced to kid!MC when they started crying during one of his naps. They couldn't wake him and they thought he was dead… Followed directly by them declaring their tears were magic when they noticed his eyes opened.

He proceeded to close his eyes again and purposely play dead just to get them all worried again. It was the smile creeping up onto his face that eventually gave him away… 😏

He likes to play with kid!MC and Beel but he's not going to let it get in the way of his nap schedule or anything. When they play "Knights" he gets to take the role of the world's laziest dragon… Rawr.

Kid!MC will only settle down for naptime if Belphie joins too since he'll read them a book like he used to do with Lilith.

Satan's usually the go-to guy for storytime, but Belphie's a close second (largely because he just imitates what he remembers Lucifer doing for him, voices and all 🤭).

He deals with their myriad of questions by just making shit up and pretending he knows what he's talking about. It's around the time that he told them that little men live inside the freezer and shave ice cubes to keep things cold that Lucifer started getting on his case about it… Killjoy. 🙄

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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decomposing-romantic · 2 years

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Okay so i’ve solved my dilemma

My OC (who’s name is Iroha) will be Kakucho’s older sister !

However, she didn’t grow up with him in the orphanage because, as I said in my previous post, they have different mothers. The difference between having Takuya or Kazushi be Iroha’s brother, is that Kakucho was shown to have been very close with both parents and deeply mourned their death when it happened.

So what I’m gonna have happen is that the “accident” his parents died in wasn’t an accident at all, but instead an intentional hit on them. The thing is, Kakucho’s mother and his father had truly been in love, unlike Iroha’s mother and their father. So, when Kakucho’s mother proposed they run away from the yakuza lifestyle because she literally couldn’t handle it anymore, their father caved and decided that they would flee in the night and start a new life with Kakucho away from all the violence. Their grandparents caught wind of this plan, including the part where they would leave Iroha behind and they informed the rest of the yakuza clan of the plan.

When this happened, one member took mercy on Kakucho, and saw that he’d survived the accident, then took him to the hospital and told him that from now on he had to pretend he never had a sister in the first place, and that he must change his last name. From that point on Kakucho thought he was completely alone in the world, not knowing or understanding how much his sister and grandparents had mourned his loss.

He tried to be normal just like the yakuza member who’d saved him had told him to do, but it was hard to get rid of those ideals so instilled into him.

He didn’t know anything outside of living a yakuza life, and even when he and Iroha had been allowed to do other things, they were all kind of old fashioned ways to have fun, or they would practice writing/calligraphy. However they were both quite fond of tag and hide and seek, they greatly preferred to play games like war or cops and robbers,, yeah anyways ~

He and Iroha actually had a pretty good relationship with each other, even if their father clearly showed a preference for Kakucho.

For years Iroha thought Kakucho was dead, but when she found out he wasn’t, she did everything she could to find him. And when she did, she was met with extreme resistance from Izana, and so she struck a deal with him. They fight and if she wins then she’s be allowed to have Kakucho come live with her if he so chose and he’d inherit their clan with her, however if Izana won then. she two would become his loyal servant.

She lost the fight, and informed her second in command that the Akechi clan had fallen and it was his job to decide what would happen from then on, as he was now in charge since she had lost her role and with it her responsibilities and power in the fight against Izana.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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🍬🍭CHILDHOOD GAMES🍭🍬

Prompt: This was a request from the lovely Akiko @akiko-tanaka . The request is: “The reader is bored and asks Drew to play hide and seek with her, followed by some smut” There ya go my love, I hope you’ll like it 🥰

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: + 18, smut, DDLG, rough sex, oral sex (female), cursing, ejaculation(mouth).

Tag: @blondekel77 , @jibbles26 , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @drew-is-boo , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic

Notes: We love some daddy Drewy in here 🤤Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“What was your favorite play as a child?” I boredly ask Drew as I steal some popcorn out of his bowl

“Cops and robbers, you little thief! That’s my popcorn” He laughs, pinning me down on the sofa and begins a biting attack to the nape of my neck

“NO” I scream “Drew, please...don’t” I was laughing so hysterically that I couldn’t even form sentences.

He let me go and returned to his seat on the sofa.

“So unfair of you to do that!” I pretend annoyance

“That’s what you get for being a little thief” He winks at me and we both laugh

“What was your favorite play, love?”

“I loved hide and seek. I always won, nobody could ever find me, they all got so pissed!” I laugh

“Really? I could find you” He smirks

“No, you couldn’t! They never did, why would you?” I challenge him

“Because I’m not a little boy, love. I could trick you out of your hiding place like this” He snaps his fingers

“I doubt that” I huffed

“Wanna bet?” He holds back a laugh

I narrowed my eyes “Oh, it is on Scotsman! Bring it!” I got up from the sofa

He laughed “Ok, love. But outside is off limits, you’ll have to stay in”

“Deal! Good luck on TRYING to win” I say as he covers his eyes

“Oh, I AM gonna win sweetheart! One, two..” With that I ran as fast as I could to find my perfect hiding spot

I knew he would count to 30, so I fastly found a hiding spot on the back of our bedroom wardrobe, you couldn’t see me unless you put your head on the crook between the wall and the wardrobe.

I heard Drew’s heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, my heart was pounding on my ears from both excitement and fear of getting caught, I didn’t want to lose this game. It has been my childhood pride, damn it!

I heard him passing by the door, going straight down the hallway to the guest bedroom and suddenly everything stopped.

I couldn’t hear his footsteps around the house anymore, only my heavy breathing could be heard. I was starting to feel a little nervous to not hear any sounds besides my own, the wardrobe in front of me making me feel slightly claustrophobic.

I step out of my hiding spot “Drew?” I call

When silence was the only response I got, fear took ahold of me.

“Drew? Stop it, it’s not funny!” I yelled, now completely scared as I go down the hallway

“Andrew! I’m serious damn it, you’re scaring me” My voice is trembling

I pass through the guest bedroom door when suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind

“Found ya!” He whispered in my ear

“Let me go, asshole!” I screamed, my heart frantically pounding

“I told you I could trick you out of your hiding place. C’mon, don’t be such a sore loser Y/N” He laughs as he pins me down on the ground, his body hovering mine

“Fuck off, you jerk! It’s not about losing, is about me almost shitting in my pants because I thought something bad happened to you!” He leans down towards me “Don’t you dare try to kiss me, fucker! I could so punch your face right now Andrew!” I huffed

“Andrew? You’re that mad at me, huh?” He chuckled and pinned my wrists to the side of my hips “I bet I can make you call me Drewy again in less than 15 seconds” He smirks

“How? By giving me another heart attack?” I mocked

“No” He gets closer to my ear “By eating your pussy the way I know you love it” He whispers

His words working like a spell on me

“Do you want that Y/N?” He rubs his bearded cheek to the side of my face “Do you want daddy to make you feel better?”

And there it was, the magic word, the one who could always turn my legs into jello

“Please daddy, I do” I panted

He kissed me roughly as his hands slide off my panties, pulled my flowy summer skirt up to my hips and broke our kiss to bury his face in between my legs.

Now this man, has the Devil’s tongue! Not only because he’s good with his words but also because he has amazing pussy eating skills. Once he eats you out, you’re gone for good, my dear. You will never in your life want any other man but him.

I softly moan making Drew look up at me, smirking while he slides two fingers inside my core as his thumb works teasing circles on my clit.

“Aren’t you happy that daddy found you, princess?” He whispers against my thigh

I nod and he continues “Aren’t you glad that daddy’s home to make his little girl happy by giving her everything she wants and just the way she needs?” He curls his fingers inside of me, rubbing against my g-spot

“Oh daddy, fuck...feels so good!” I whined “Daddy’s so good to me” I babble

“That’s because you are such a good girl for daddy, love. Tell me what you want, tell daddy what his princess needs?” He coos

“I need you inside of me. I want daddy’s cock to stretch me up” I mumbled

Drew stands up on his knees placing the two fingers that were inside of me upon my lips

“Suck it baby, taste what daddy does to you” His once blue eyes are now dark with lust as I suck his fingers clean, humming in pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, stroking his length, inches away from my mound

“Yes, daddy” I faintly answered

“How does a good girl asks for it, my love?” His grip on his cock becomes stronger

“Please daddy, can I have your cock buried deep inside my pussy?” I innocently said

“That’s my princess” He praises “Tell daddy if it gets too much, ok?” He caresses my cheek

“Ok”

Without further notice he entered me deeply, followed by a consistent growing rhythm of hard pounding

“Daddy..harder, please fuck me harder” I moan

Drew grunts, holding my hips vigorously in place against the hardwood floor as his pounding pace increased.

The mixture between the merciless fucking and the pain of the hardwood floor against my lower back had an addictive bittersweet feel to it.

“There it is” Drew laughs “That beautiful face you make every time you’re about to cum”

I moan in response

“Does it feel good when daddy mercilessly pounds your pussy, princess?”

“So good, daddy...so fucking good” I whispered

“Is daddy’s little princess gonna cum all over his cock?” He bites my lower lip

“Can I daddy? Please?” I couldn’t hold back no more

“Yes baby, go. Let it all go for daddy” His pounding increases to a inhumanly fast pace.

My vision is still blurry from the orgasm spasms, when I hear

“Open your mouth, princess” Drew desperately says

I obliged and soon after I felt hot spurs of cum on my tongue. I gave small little kitten licks on his cock’s head, cleaning him up.

I look into Drew’s eyes, swallowing his seed and gave him a soft smile

“Thank you daddy” I purr

He lightly chuckled in amusement “It’s quite scary how you can be so sweet and innocent but at the same time such a ravishing demoness”

“It’s a gift” I smirked

“Yes it is” He laughs

“What’s wrong Drewy?” I asked when a flash of doubt crossed his eyes

“I’ve been thinking about something” He says as he pulls my skirt back down, smoothing it with his palms.

“What is it?”

“I was thinking about whether you should be the cop or the robber, for our next play?” He deviously smirked

And I knew that this play date was far from over...

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aelin-queen-of-terrasen · 3 years

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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The day after the dinner party in the late afternoon, Celaena was whiling her time away by flipping through the pages of the latest monthly issue of the fashion magazine La Belle Assemblée when she recieved a note of invitation from Lady Towper, one of her recent acquaintances, to a walk in Hyde Park later that afternoon with her and Mrs Burnwell, another society lady Celaena had befriended. The wording made it quite clear it was more a summons than an invitation and having spent the morning by herself, Celaena was eager enough for company that she happily put down her magazine and called for her pelisse and outerwear with alacrity. Twenty minutes later she was roaming around the park when Lady Towper spotted her, gliding across the path—there really was no other way to describe her graceful movement—with an elegant swish of her skirts and a look of exaggerated distress on her countenance, followed by Mrs Burnwell who looked rather piqued. "Dear Miss Sardothein," cried the former, looping an arm around hers. "How glad I was to hear you accepted my invitation. I wanted to take a walk around the park, refresh myself and Mrs Burnwell recalled you were rather fond of exercise and suggested we take you along with us."

Celaena rather thought that on a fine weather such as this, the ladies' primary motive for a walk was perhaps to see and be seen by the upper ten-thousands of the ton, most of which had returned from their summer estates for the social season which was to start soon but said instead, "I am grateful for the invitation. Your Ladyship has quite rescued me from certain death at the hands of boredom."

The ladies tittered politely, protesting that it was no great sacrifice on their part and the trio walked along the paths making light conversation until Mrs Burnwell jerked to a halt with a pinched expression. "Mrs Whitethorn."

Though Celaena had only met the lady once, she had been left unimpressed and could not fault Mrs Burnwell for looking piqued.

Mrs Whitethorn did not improve on a second meeting - not that Celaena had had any expectations that she would - and participated as much in the conversation with as much fervor as a lifeless statue, making occasional noises of agreement and dissent. Celaena who prided herself on being able to draw someone out of their reserve met with failure at every turn and it was not long before the ladies ran out of polite remarks to exchange and their party took their leave. Celaena spotted a group of children from her neighborhood racing each other in a less scenic path around the park and soon abandoned all sorts of decorum to join in on the shouting.

"FASTER, TOM! FASTER, YES, A LITTLE FASTER!" cheered Celaena, bouncing up and down in excitement.

Her cheeks were flushed with exertion and her petticoats muddier than usual. She let out a high-pitched noise when little Thomas reached the finishing line and beamed. "I did it, I did it, I said I would, did I not? Oh, Cece, did you see me? I won!"

"You did very well, dear," said she, kissing his cheek. The smug look he sent his siblings' way had her struggling not to laugh.

"Yes, you won this time—" said his eldest brother in an arrogant tone, "—but I shall be the winner next time. Shall we play something else now?"

"Hide and seek!"

"Hopscotch."

"No! We must play cops and robbers today. You promised!"

"I want to play tag."

"We don't," said the twins simultaneously.

"Then blind man's buff?"

"I suppose we could—"

"Oh, no, I will not play that ever again."

Celaena smiled, watching the children argue over what they wished to do and looked at two children - presumably brothers - finely dressed and staring at the brood of children she was so fond of wistfully. "Here, you two, why don't you play?" asked she.

The younger boy beamed at the prospect but the elder looked uncertain.

He glanced over his shoulder anxiously biting his lip. "Oh, no, mama will be furious if we get our clothes dirty." But he looked at the noisy little children with such longing and he looked so serious in general with those deep blue eyes filled with sorrow and the brows that remained creased as if by default—more serious than a nine-year-old should be; he held himself with a ridiculous amount of poise, posture stiff and yet looked unsure of every little movement or sound he made, Celaena had a whimsical desire to have him enjoy himself.

"I shall tell you a secret," she gave him a conspiratorial wink. "It is healthy to disobey your parents once in a while."

The poor boy looked scandalized at the thought of disobeying anyone. When had he last had some fun? she wondered.

He looked at the boys again, then at his boots, properly polished and finely made, then straightened as if he had come to a decision. "I-I thank you, miss, but my brother and I shall take your leave now." The formal tone so became him, she was struck by the intelligence in his expression and the confidence of his words despite the apprehension evident in his posture. He continued in a softer tone, "Mama says it is not proper to talk to anyone without being introduced."

"Then perhaps we might perform the service ourselves since no one else can? I am Miss Celaena Sardothein of Raven Hall in Derbyshire." She curtsied formally, suppressing a smile.

"Oh." He looked down at his feet.

Celaena took pity on him and smiled. "It's alright, I shan't force you into anything. You are a good boy, dear, to obey your parents so." He looked so surprised, and blushed all kinds of red, though his chest did puff out a little. When had someone last praised him? Knowing there was no more she could do, Celaena was about to bid the child a farewell when a familiar figure rounded the corner.

"Papa!" cried the little boy, latching onto his father's leg.

Mr Whitethorn patted his head and gently freed himself to step forward. "Stephen, what have I told you about talking to—Miss Sardothein!" He jerked to a stop, then recalling himself, bowed to her. "I cannot say how surprised I am to see you."

"Are you really, sir?" asked she. "You know me to be unconventional. This is exactly the kind of place you should expect to find me in." She nodded towards the elder boy who looked vastly relieved to have someone else do the talking on his behalf and the younger who clung to his father for attention, bouncing on his toes. "These fine young gentlemen are your sons?"

He confirmed that they were.

"Perhaps you and your sons could join us for a while?" Both boys looked excited for such a prospect though one was more successful at hiding it than the other.

"Please papa?" asked the five-year-old.

Mr Whitethorn rolled his eyes fondly. "After recieving that look, I should not dare refuse."

The child hugged his father tightly, then ran towards the group of boys. They accepted him immediately, having settled on the blind man's bluff finally and noisily took up positions, directing and misdirecting the child with the blindfold.

His elder brother looked lost standing by the side. He looked down at his hands. "...And he has run off already."

"Why don't you join him?" she nudged gently. I know they will be happy to include you."

Stephen swallowed, looking at his father who had a neutral face on and turned to her. "I thank you, but no—" then at her stern look, he admitted, "I, I won't know what to say to them."

"Just say you want to play."

"But surely, I don't, oh, I am fine here."

Celaena signalled for him to offer her an arm and escort her there. When he refused, she said, "You know it is not gentlemanly to refuse to escort a lady somewhere, do you not?"

Stephen huffed but gave in.

Shs clapped to get everyone's attention. "This is Master Stephen Whitethorn and that—" she nodded towards the younger, "—is his younger brother, Master..."

"Charles," the boy happily supplied.

"Right. Master Charles Whitethorn." The boy grinned toothily. "Be nice to them."

Stephen blushed at the attention, standing stiffly as one by one the boys spoke their names. He half expected them to call him names like wuss or a dreadful bore like his cousins and friends always did but no one did. In fact, as long as he played well, no one cared how loud he shrieked or how often he stumbled on the tree roots or how dirty he had gotten. As every minute passed, he relaxed some more until he was laughing and jumping along with the others with no care for his clothes or boots which were already ruined. Mama would have his head if she found out, yes, and she would scold him until his ears bled but was not all this fun worth it? How often did he have such a chance? He looked back at the spot where his father stood beside the woman—Miss Sardothein—and noticed she was watching him. He rolled his eyes when she mouthed 'you are welcome' but could not help the smile that followed after.

"Poor boy," Celaena sighed to herself. "He is too shy, and he feels inferior to his brother."

Mr Whitethorn said, "He is wise beyond his years. I do not know what to do with him sometimes." He looked down at his feet, a gesture she recognised as evident in his eldest son. "You sound like one talking with experience but I cannot imagine you being shy at all." The concern expressed on his face touched her deeply and she had the strangest urge to smooth the wrinkles away from his forehead.

"I should imagine not." She chuckled. "Eleanor, my adoptive sister is very shy—not like your son, mind—but I have seen firsthand her longing to join in on the fun and her hesitance to act on it."

They watched the children play and he chuckled. "Their mother will have a fit if she finds them so muddied."

"Their mother," said Celaena, barely restraining herself from snorting. "I do not think your wife likes me, sir."

"I think that is a point in your favor, Miss Sardothein," he replied dryly, though his lips twitched. Had she paid more attention to her dance partners the evening of the Thorpe's ball or less occupied with Lord Fenrys' veiled hints, trying to figure out the meaning behind his pointed commentary and the suspicious dinner invitation she had accepted out of curiosity, she would not have been surprised by how handsome he looked. But indeed, occupied as she had been on the previous occassions, it was not until he smiled a little that she was taken completely by how well the expression of fondness became him, how his features so perfectly formed, looked more beautiful and pleasing than ever. She gasped at how beautifully his green eyes sparkled when he stood just so, with the sunlight shining in them and how gracefully he carried himself with a hint of pride that was not unbecoming on his noble mein. If at that moment he had told her he was a prince from the fairytales, she would have easily believed him.

"Are you well, Miss Sardothein?"

Celaena flushed bright red with mortification. "Oh, yes," she breathed out. She spent the better part of their afternoon walk attempting to squash the flutter in stomach by conjuring a confused, miserable Mrs Whitethorn waiting for her husband to return home. The trick did not work as well as she had hoped and when the sun started its descent, she was grateful to be able to part with some measure of equinanimity.

"You met who at a dinner party?" asked Lord Rhoe incredulously for the fifth time.

"Aelin." Seated across from his father in his private study and being the current object of the Earl's ire, James felt like the nine-year-old recieving a lecture from his father over one mischief or another when Rhoe could be bothered enough to care about something more than his next meal or the port supply. He had retreated into his own world soon after they lost his little sister and neither brother was inclined to give him more courtesy or respect than what was his due as a father. James felt he would have been perfectly justified in not informing his father of this discovery but he felt an uncharacteristic anxiety about her visit and was not inclined to risk her running into his ignorant father who would easily recognise her from afar. "Aelin was at the Thorpe's ball, the one my cousin and I attended recently, though we were not introduced. Fenrys ran into her at a nearby bookstore the other day and recognised her. Though I was initially sceptical and asked my solicitor to launch several inquiries into the girl in question and her family, Fenrys convinced me to meet her once and I—" there were hardly enough words to explain himself on this and James fell silent.

Lord Rhoe looked his disbelief.

"I know you do not wish for false hopes, sir, but I would not have come if I was not sure."

"I grieve her still," said Rhoe at last in a tone of gruff affection, "—and I know how it feels to latch onto hope but it is insanity to claim this-this madness—"

"It is not madness."

"You are letting your sentiments rule over reason. Aelin is dead, boy," said he, "and you had better drop this."

James was in no mood to drop it but Rhoe was overcome by a fit of coughs and slumped into his armchair. James rushed to his father, not sure what he would do but there was something so wrong about seeing his ever stoic, ever impassive father reduced to a fit of helplessness - no matter how small - like a common fragile old man that disturbed him greatly. James rubbed his father's back and called for a maid.

Rhoe tried to speak but a hoarse whisper was all that came out.

A maid stood at the doorway while the other rushed inside, fetching a glass of water from the pitcher. Rhoe drank it slowly, allowing the coughs to slowly fade.

"Aelin died," he choked out.

"You don't know that," reminded James gently. He was hesitant to press more but James wanted to clear this first hurdle before she arrived.

"I saw—I saw her body." Rhoe closed his eyes shut as if he was trying to block out a vision. "There was a body. Her body."

"Aelin disappeared," corrected James. "You found a body and identified it as hers but what if-what if it wasn't?"

"The magistrate found her anklet near the body. It was her. I saw the anklet."

James snapped his mouth shut. He had been nine when his sister disappeared and what little he knew about it was pieced together from eavesdropped bits of conversations and accidental slips from his uncle and aunt between the years. The Earl of Narrowcreek all but banned talk about Aelin in his home and neither son mentioned her for fear of his temper until memories of childhood acquired a dreamlike quality in his mind.

"The other anklet?"

"They never found it," said Rhoe.

James tried to consider his words carefully but . "I am aware my story sound like wishful thinking but I have—sir, I would not have believed my cousin if I had not seen her. She looks like my sister but more than that, she is-she is what I always thought Aelin would grow up to be: witty, charming and-and so wickedly clever." His words were more passionate than rationally thought out now but his father looked unaffected. James blew out a breath. "I invited her here for dinner, father. I wish to make Miss Sardothein aware of my-my suspicions. Despite what you say, something tells me I am right. I know I am. If you change your mind by dinner, you are welcome to join us tonight."

He thought his words might cause his father to at least promise to come; instead Rhoe latched onto another part of his sentence. "Miss Celaena Sardothein?!"

"The very one."

"You cannot mean to invite a tradesman's daughter into my house!"

"She is your daughter, sir!" said James sharply, feeling himself losing his control. "I mean to tell her of her identity today and you will not dissuade me from it." So saying, he quit the study door and left, suddenly quite anxious for the upcoming visit.

Celaena felt strangely off-kilter looking at a house that was as familiar as it was strange as she was handed down the carriage by a footman. Her nerves hightened for some unfathomable reason and in an attempt to distract herself by looking around the foyer of the Galathynius Townhouse, which was very grand. In the pride of the place stood an elegant water fountain, around which she could imagine a noisy brood of children splashing in and out. The elegant structure captured her interest until she stepped inside, feeling a vague sense of deja vu though she could swear she had never seen such a fine house before in her life—surely she would remember it if she had? It was not a forgettable sight—she pushed her unease aside, squared her shoulders and allowed the butler to divest her of her cloak and gloves while a maid waited to escort her to drawing room. The old servant started at the sight of her before he hid his surprise with an impassive expression like a well-trained servant, efficiently performing his duties, though she did not miss the way his eyes flicked back to her face repeatedly. Having never been invited to a private dinner before, Celaena had no expectations from the evening but was nevertheless surprised to be ushered into a private study instead of the drawing room.

A man sat in his armchair in a posture more befitting a young gentleman than an old, wealthy peer, though the grey hair at the edges of his temples belied his age.

"Miss Sardothein," said he.

Lord Rhoe noticed her surprise at being addressed by her name and smiled strangely. "Your reputation precedes you, dear. You have the whole town in a tizzy and you have in twenty four hours coerced my son into issuing a dinner invitation that is quite improper; an unmarried lady dining with two bachelors? Huge scandals have been created on far less."

"Then I wonder at your son's reasoning, for he issued the invitation. I only accepted it."

The Earl shook his head. "I know his reasons but I wonder at yours."

"I was curious."

He raised an eyebrow but she did not offer more explanation than that. "By accepting his invitation, you are putting your reputation in jeopardy, and with it, my son's."

She dimpled. "I might argue he did that himself when he issued it."

"I told you—"

"No, I told you," said she, rising from her seat, "—I am here on invitation. If you wish me gone from your home, ask and I will. But I will not accept an interrogation."

"I demand respect, Miss Sardothein."

"I shall never give it for that reason alone. I could not respect you if I wanted, sir," said she defiantly, rising from her seat, "for you were decided against me before I even entered your house—you who valued the gossip's opinions, or was your prejudice because of the grave sin I committed in being raised by a tradesman?" Her eyes flashed with ire and her breaths came faster. The Earl noticed none of it, struck as he was by the image of another adolescent ages ago shouting at his own father in the very same place. Miss Sardothein was a little older, perhaps and her features were not as delicate and soft but there was no mistaking her. He had crossed swords with his wife's younger sister to recognise her ashryver eyes and the colouring—

"Evalin," he whispered.

Bloody Hell.

Celaena's eyebrows creased when the older man looked at her in shock, then collapsed into the armchair he had been occupying.

"Uncle Rhoe? I heard raised voices—good gods, Aelin! Whatever happened here?"

If either of them noticed what name Lord Fenrys had unintentionally called her and to which she had answered, neither gave any indication. "He was telling me I should not have come and I was-I was defending myself but then he was, he was shocked at something and he said a name—Evelyn or something similar. Then he just collapsed into the chair." Lord Fenrys quickly and efficiently took charge of the situation, pouring her some wine for some semblance of calm, sending for his cousin and a footman to escort His Lordship back to his chambers. Lord Fenrys and his cousin had apparently been waiting for her in the drawing room downstairs and were not aware of her arrival. He had come to fetch a book from the adjoining library to pass his time when he heard raised voices. This assured her to some degree that she was not unwanted in the house, however as it belonged to the master whom she had quite shocked into fainting with her poor manners, she was not sure how much longer she would be welcome and expressed her desire to leave.

Lord Fenrys said immediately, "Leave? Goodness—no, my cousin will be quite cross with me if I let you leave before he comes. Do feel free to look around."

She did look around, taking in the elegant but never ostentatious furniture and the wall patterns which, though pretty, looked rather outdated. The study was well-lit with wax candles but looked cozier than she would expect an Earl's private sanctuary to look like. Her attention was caught soon by a bookcase by the farthest wall—presumably his favourites—and was surprised she shared similar tastes in reading with a man who had in a few minutes embodied all the worst qualities of the aristocracy. She moved past that wall only to come face-to-face with an unexpected portrait. It's objects—a husband, wife and their three children—sat in a formal pose but the picture radiated contentment, happiness and affection. It was perhaps something in the way the refined, elegant woman stared adoringly up at her husband or the look of affection he in turn bestowed on his two sons and a daughter who looked by turns bemused, bored and awfully wicked.

Her stomach twisted uneasily looking at the eldest son. "That. Who is that?"

"Edward," answered he. "Viscount Layton is not much fond of society. By the way his expression darkened, she surmised there must be some rift in the family—

Edward.

Edward Galathynius.

Celaena felt her own disquiet increase. Where had she heard the name before?

She glanced quickly at her host's cousin who was rifling through the drawers and examined the painting more closely. The children and the woman looked a great deal similar in colouring and in their eyes which were turquoise—

Turquoise eyes ringed with gold.

"Miss Sardothein?" Fenrys asked.

"Yes, yes, forgive me, Lord Fenrys. I feel a little, a little warm. He, your cousin—cousins, that is," she corrected herself, "they have—their eyes are a very unusual colour," she lamely finished.

"The ashryver eyes, yes." His tone was flippant, as though he had not seen her eyes. "As rare as they are beautiful, won't you say?"

Her stomach plummeted. She wanted to go somewhere—anywhere else.

Celaena tried to leave the room, her skin feeling too hot. Her knees buckled.

"Aelin!" Mr Galathynius stood in the doorway with his eyes wide.

Aelin.

She tried to ignore the implications of all that being called that name entailed.

Mr Galathynius gently led her to a seat away from the fireplace. Her head spun and her palms felt sweaty. "Home," she croaked out, unable to make out her own words. "I want home." Her skin flushed even more, her palms grew sweaty and her clothes felt coarse against her body.

Ashryver eyes.

The fairest eyes, from legends old

Of brightest blue, ringed with gold

She shut her eyes closed, willing her hands to stop shaking. It didn't work. How did she know that? She couldn't have known that. She had never met these people before, had never seen this place.

She had not.

She could not have.

Aelin was my favourite cousin—you, uh, you remind me of her.

Aelin.

But how could it be?

Aelin died in a fire thirteen years ago, Fenrys had told her. When she was but five.

Arobynn brought her home and introduced her as an orphan the same year, the year she had turned six. Arobynn had found her as an orphan roaming the streets of London when she was five.

The dates matched.

The fire. A warehouse. Two men. A pistol. She tried to remember but came up short.

"Aelin," a voice gently called out.

"You are wrong," she insisted vehemently, "I am not, I am not your sister!" Her voice turned screeching. "I was—my family gave me up, they didn't want me. Arobynn saved me. He told me they didn't want me, he told me so himself."

Arobynn lies to everyone.

But he had never lied to her. To her, he had been honest as he should.

He would not.

"Shh, It's alright, Aelin." James scooted closer and talked in a gentle tone, wishing his elder brother was present to comfort her. Edward would have known how to calm her.

Edward always had.

"Don't call me that." She shook her head tearfully. "I am not Aelin. I am not."

James placed an arm on her shoulder cautiously. The gentle touch, the compassionate voice and the genuine concern almost undid her. "Aelin," said her brother—her brother, she thought with amazement that the words did not sound as strange as they should have—"I am sorry you found out this way. Indeed, there are a great many things we are not sure of but—but my father's reaction and your own confirms what I suspected."

"You told me she died." The words came out almost as an accusation.

"It is all speculation on my part, mind, but we were informed my sister died in a fire in a nearby warehouse. The owner was a rather genial fellow and my sister—you—were friends with the man's clerk. You were playing with Edward that day—that is our elder brother—and you broke your ankle. He went to fetch help from the manor house but by the time father was able to come, you were not there. The search parties could find no signs of you until the magistrate informed her of two bodies found in a nearby warehouse. The first a child, had near her an anklet we knew you wore that day and father thought—we all thought it was you. I do not know where you did go and how the anklet appeared there but—"

She frowned. "You think Arobynn abducted me for some nefarious purposes."

"Indeed not—"

"You do," she accused, looking away from the hurt in his ashryver eyes. "You think—you think he did that. But he did not. He would not do that to me."

"Aelin, I never—"

"He wouldn't!" Celaena sobbed hysterically. "And even if you do not, everyone else will. No one will believe this—this story of ours—your father, oh god, he doubted it! He thought me a fortune hunter and—and everyone will—"

"Father did not wish to hope only to be met with disappointment, dearest."

"I all but told my father to go to the devil," she said between sobs.

"And it is a darned good thing you did," said Lord Fenrys in a flippant tone. "Someone needed to take that old man down a few notches. Besides, I suspect when he wakes up, he will have his fair share of apologising to do."

Mr Galathynius hesitantly placed an arm around his sister's shoulder as though he expected her to pull away and run. But she was too exhausted to protest and too grateful to have something solid to hold onto while the earth shifted beneath her feet. Aelin buried her face in his chest, clutching at the lapels of his coat and James felt a tender affection towards this creature who was clever and witty in ballrooms, whose ire faded as easily as it was stoked and who went from one emotion to another to another in a few moments. If in that moment someone had told him he needed to fell a dragon in order to protect her, he would have happily taken the beast on with his sword. James had been too young to do anything but squabble with his little sister but he felt all the protective instincts of an elder brother now and the first stirrings of hope that his family might not be doomed to unhappiness forever after all.

Aelin pulled back and sniffed. "I am sorry, Mr Galathynius, I suppose—"

"It would please me greatly if you would call me by my first name, dearest." James wished again he had his brother with him. "I do not think father will be angry and even if he is, I hope you will not mind him too much. I sent an express to Edward the moment we returned from the dinner party. He will be here soon and he will be ecstatic. I know I am."

"I don't remember anything."

He shrugged helplessly. "It is to be expected, Aelin. You were only five."

"But Arobynn told me I was given away by my family to, to an orphanage. He found me on the streets."

Mr Galathy—James looked at her seriously, clutching her hands in his. "I don't know if he lied or not, Aelin, but know this: your family did not give you away—indeed, we have been miserable since you left us." He bit his lip, swallowed and asked, "Do you remember even a little bit of that day? You and Edward were playing outside, you broke your ankle and he came back to the house to fetch help. He was—"

"He told me to stay there," she whispered, tears rolling down her face. "I didn't."

"You were but five," said Fenrys in an attempt to soothe. "You could hardly be expected to listen to anyone." The siblings started in surprise, having forgotten his presence.

"Do you remember what happened after our brother left?" James prodded gently.

Celaena shook her head, eyes shut. She tried to remember the day on the field near the estate. A mud puddle. A fallen ribbon. Her anklet's weak clasp. Why are you alone here? A voice.

It was a man's voice.

He had promised to take her back. I will carry you home, come with me. Into the carriage, there. She had climbed into the carriage. Perhaps she knew the man? Surely she would not have climbed into a stranger's carriage?

You were but five.

She tried hard to concentrate but could not remember anything beyond that and she told her brother so.

"You need not force yourself to, but if you do remember anything more—"

"I will tell you," she agreed. "I always wanted an elder brother, you know?"

James Galathynius was an affectionate man and he itched to embrace his sister tightly, but restrained in fear of overdoing things. The last shreds of his reserve melted with her words and he pulled her close. His little sister. He wondered if there were sweeter words in the world. "I missed you so," he answered tearfully, "So did we all. Edward refused to look at pianofortes for months, they reminded him of you, he hardly ever comes to town and father so retreated into his study and there I was—Oh, Aelin, please don't leave again."

"I shan't," she promised.

"A gentleman's word?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I am a lady."

"It's the only kind of promise you didn't break when we were children. A gentleman's word?" She heard her own voice ask the question long ago. A vague memory.

Celaena smiled. "A gentleman's word."

Fenrys broke the moment, his eyes glimmering suspiciously. He sniffed. "Stop monopolizing her, cousin."

Celaena hesitantly rose from her seat, pressing a kiss against her cousin's cheek. "I know it's all a muddle still but thank you for finding me, Lord Fenrys." She smiled sweetly at him. "You told me Aelin was—that I was—your favourite cousin, did you not, Lord Fenrys?"

"You were—you are." He grinned. "Do stop with the lord business though—I am already determined we shall be the dearest of friends. We have always been alike in our dispositions."

"What he means," James grinned back, "is the both of you have always been utter rascals, making all our lives difficult."

"I don't know what you are talking about," huffed she with feigned indignation in her voice. "I am positively an angel."

"Oh, hardly!" Fenrys shook his head. "I never saw a more mischevious child. Aunt Meave swore you were the devil's spawn."

"Oh no," she said.

"Oh, yes." James grinned at a fond memory. "And I cannot blame her. You once sneaked a frog to her dinner table. It ended up in her plate somehow; it was horrific."

"Indeed, you scarred the poor woman," Fenrys quipped. "She specifically invites only adults ever since. James told us later how you twitched and groaned, shifting in your seat, trying to hide it in the folds of your dress."

Celaena narrowed her eyes. "If you knew, why did you not help?"

"I did not want to incur her wrath," he said. "Our father or brother would have protected you from her. I was on my own."

The remark brought her back to reality. "Father—Lord Rhoe—my goodness, I implied he was proud and arrogant and—and he fainted!" James hurried to assure her that he fainted occassionally and a physician had been sent for in any case and she should not worry overmuch about that but she could not help herself. However, not wanting to worry him more—the poor man was acting so casually as if expecting another fit of hysterics—she changed the subject to one she was curious about. "And Edward—you said he has been informed."

"If I know him at all, he will come running." Then, with due caution, "I know you don't remember a thing but Edward and you were particularly close—you filled buckets worth of tears when he left for Eton, you know? And when he came to visit for the summer or holidays and you were obliged to return to the nursery in the evenings, you threw such a royal fit until father allowed you to spend the nights in his room." By the tone with which he said it, Celaena rather thought it cost him something to admit this to her and she thought she heard a touch of envy in those words.

"It was perhaps not proper," agreed Fenrys, "but you would not eat or drink and he was forced to acquiese."

Celaena laughed. "That does sound like me." Then, sobering, "I should not—it's too late, I think I should return home."

"Home?"

Celaena amended with a smile, "Well, not my home, then. But I could not move here today, not with Lord Rhoe so—"

"Father will not object," said he, with conviction. "This is your home as much as it is mine or his. I am sure Edward will be furious with me if I let you leave." Then, noticing her reluctance, he gently smiled. "I understand you will need to get used to reality and I really would like it if you stayed but if you cannot—"

"Oh, no," said she, interrupting him. "I will—I will stay if you send a note to the Rhunns informing them where I am and if my maid and a few of my clothes can be brought—Elide, my maid, she will know what to bring—then I shall stay."

This was agreed to with alacrity and orders sent to prepare one of the finest guest rooms for temporary occupation. James noticed her pale countenance and offered to send a dinner tray to her rooms in a half hour if she would like to retire early. After they were informed that Lord Rhoe had been given laudanum to calm himself and would see them in the morning, there was nothing left for her to do and she accepted her brother's offer happily. Celaena thought she would not be able to sleep for hours, ruminating on the eventful day but the overwhelming emotions of the overdeal caught up with her and she was asleep before dinner arrived.

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#throne of glass #rowan x aelin #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #sarah j maas #aelin ashryver #rowaelin fanfiction #throne of glass fanfiction #valiant #aelin-queen-of-terrasen

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tosikoarts · 3 years

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Vasily with big family HC

Imma sending you a virtual hug, boo, for your words, thank you thank you thank you ♡ Writing these hcs was quite educational, I had a lot of fun going through information of family institute in Russian Empire and photos of hand-made Russian toys like moss dolls, straw dolls, rag dolls... Cool stuff. Hope you enjoy these headcanons ♡ You can check tosikowrites tag for more.

So, back in the 20th century, in Russian Empire, it was common to have big families. In 1920, the average size of a rural family (then predominant) was 6 people and with known conservatism in these not like really questions among the nation, Vasily would probably want a big one too. Well, I’d say, up to 4-5 children and at least 2 of them.

He is a freakin papa bear that thinks the world of his kids. Vasily has zero ideas what to do with toddlers besides rocking them to sleep and make silly faces to stop them from crying but does these things with all of his heart. It’s amusing to watch excited Vasily hiding face behind the wide palms and then crane over with a muffled baby talk. Simply adorable.

That one father that throws a baby a little too high. He likes to pick them up or place them on his broad shoulders and walks around the house like it’s nothing. Hopscotch (“классики”), hide and seek (“прятки”), cops and robbers (“казаки-разбойники”) are a small part of games Vasily knows and likes to play with his children.

As soon as the kids grow up a little and stop constantly demanding to be held by their mother, Vasily takes them wherever. When he has to mow the tall grass in the yard, Vasily places them on the loose stump with a hand-made wooden toy and gets to work. It may seem that he is fully absorbed in work, but he is constantly watching the little one. Papa bear, remember? Must protect.

All of theirs toys are hand-made by the way. All straw dolls in the house that are tied with ribbons and packed in rag skirts are made with love by Vasily himself just like a wooden rocking horse in the corner of the living room and swings hanging from the blooming apple tree. If he has a chance to buy better toys, he will. Always buys stuff for every single kid or doesn’t buy anything at all since Vasily doesn’t want anyone to feel left out.

Vasily draws his children from time to time. There is something special in him grabbing a chair and sitting down with a sheet of paper and a lump of coal sketching small sweeping figures playing ball or munching on a freshly baked vatrushka. There’s always a drawing of them in Vasily’s pocket when he has to go on a long journey. Photos just do not carry the same energy (also, expensive).

Has a strong feeling that a person has to live in harmony with nature so he takes his children to the rivers to swim and play in the sand, to the woods to watch sneaky birds chirping songs among the greenery and to collect mushrooms, to the hills where they can enjoy the scenery, all this stuff.

If any of the kids shows passion for drawing, Vasily will make sure to help them in every way in their endeavor, from buying the best possible supplies to searching for a mentor in a bigger city. It seems that Vasily could have a dream to become an artist himself but due to circumstances it never came true so seeing the same ambition in a kid awakens a long-forgotten passion in him.

Extremely condescending to teenagers and lets them run wild. Vasily wasn’t an angel back in the days and he sees the importance of temporary rebellion and unavoidable difficult period. He doesn’t want to get involved tho, if they get into trouble, Vasily won’t pat them on the back and will be surprisingly harsh. He expects his children to know the limits of what is permitted and not to cross those limits.

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy headcanon #golden kamuy imagine #vasily #tosikowrites

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aurora-borealis-the-dragon · 3 years

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rabbitcore anyone??

- ohoho come get me im right here SIKE YOU CANT CATCH ME

- running across the grass

- ✨rivalry✨

- actually kinda baby inside

- playing tag or cops & robbers or hide and seek

- close with the people you live around (theyre like ur burrow)

- drops off the face of the earth every once in a while to get shit done

- genuinely likes appreciation despite the flightiness being misleading

- dont interrupt their system

- just hiding and watching, always alert even if they look innocent

- give them freedom to roam where they please, let them come to you

- growing gardens!!!!

- likes veggies

- reliant on speed, agility, and tactics

- youll never find them, theyre always one step ahead

- their layers go cocky -> sturdy -> baby

- if you saw them ✨no you didnt✨

- probably has a specific spot they hate being touched

- probably a sagittarius, leo, capricorn, or cancer

#rabbitcore #core #aesthetic #rabbit #goblincore #cottagecore #cryptidcore #ravencore #crowcore #corvidcore #frogcore

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raggedy-dxctor · 4 years

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How would the captains + Akaashi reach to having a s/o with a big family??

The Captains With a S/o That Has a Large Family

Daichi

He would probably be super nervous to meet them all

At first, he'll probably be super quiet, but he sees how funny everyone is and instantly joins in

He probably fits right in because of his charisma and determination

If your family is massively into sport, he'll have such a good time helping them and giving them tips on how to get even better

If your family isn't that into sport, he'll probably enjoy talking about classes and how much he loves you

He will always sit next to you, holding your hand and squeezing it every now amd then

Your family will most likely love him

He probably wishes that you had introduced him way sooner

If you're related to someone in the volleyball team, he'll probably be a lot more confident to hold your hand and kiss you

Will probably spend hours joking with the most extroverted and outgoing person of your family

Let's face it, absolutely awful dad jokes that just make you fall more in love with him

If you have cousins that're pretty young, he'll probably end up playing video games with them to keep them entertained

He will probably help cook at night if the family gathering lasts all day

His personal favourite to cook with your family is barbeques, everyone is so happy and often end up doing goofy dances to music

Kuroo

He's literally in his element

He loves being surrounded by people, so when he met your family he was ecstatic

He probably spent most of the day firing off jokes to basically anyone that would listen

He loves to talk about volleyball with your family

If you have a family big on sports, they'll probably be so thrilled that you got with someone as talented as him

He will always sit next to you, will literally refuse to sit anywhere else

When your family aren't looking he'll probably squeeze your leg or kiss you with a mischevious smirk on his face

If you have little cousins, he'll probably attempt to beat them at video games, but fail miserably

He might even call Kenma for help

He loves to cook with your family, even if he can't cook very well, he still loves to impress you with his cooperation

Bokuto

He fits in perfectly

He's so loud and hilarious, your family can't help but love him

If you have cousins that're around the same age as you both, he'll 100% start making crude jokes with them

If you also have young cousins, he'll start teaching them how to play volleyball, dubbing himself their teacher

He loves to bake cakes with your family, everyone is so excited to eat them afterwards, it boosts his ego so much

Will practically lean on you while you're sat down with him, he's always at your side, holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist

His grin is so contagious, you've never seen your family laugh so much

Ushijima

This poor guy is so shy, but with encouragement and suppprt from you he tries his absolute best to get your family to like him

There's a high chance they already know who he is because of his volleyball talents

If you have little cousins, he will definately end up playing cops and robbers, tag or hide and seek with them

He will always loose on purpose

"Oh no! I wonder where they all are!"

They're probably hidden behind a plant or in a wardrobe right next to him

He'll take pleasure in talking about volleyball and it's so cute because his eyes will literally light up

He'll probably spend hours talking about how much he enjoys playing volleyball

He loves to bake cookies with your family, they always taste delicious and you always look so proud

Oikawa

My god, he's literally in his element

Like Kuroo, he loves being surrounded by people, but he's 10 times the level that Kuroo is on

He loves all the attention

He's so confident and straightforward when asked how loyal he'll be to you

"So, can we trust you with our kid's heart" "Of course! I'll love her forever and always"

He loves cooking and baking with your family

He's probably amazing at baking cakes, his chocolate cakes will most likely be like eating a piece of heaven

If you have little cousins, he'll love it. He's so great with kids and knows how to perfectly keep them entertained

If you have cousins your age, they will definately be jealous of him at first because of all the fangirls, but after he offers to get them some, they instantly warm up to him

Massive beam of sunshine around literally everyone in your family

They love him and want to introduce him to all their friends as well

"Oohh! I must introduce you to my friend, she would he a massive fan!"

He's probably so smooth about it

"I look foward to meeting her! She must be a very nice lady!"

If your family aren't looking, he'll probably leave kisses all ove your face and squeeze your thigh

Akaashi

He's a lot more reserved than everyone else, so your massive family makes him pretty nervous

But as soon as he sees how friendly they are, his nerves will instantly diffuse

If you have younger cousins, he's probably not very good with kids at first, but as soon as they ask him to teach them volleyball he loves them

If you have cousins your age, he'll probably give them tips on how to keep calm during classes or sports tournaments if their teammates are being idiots

After about a month of knowing them, he probably feels comfortable enough to hold long conversations with them about his volleyball talents and future with you

He won't be a massive fan of cooking with your family, but he'll love to help out by cleaning the dishes or getting the ingredients ready

MASTERLIST

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onewfantaesy · 3 years

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Over the Fence AU

Taemin and Jongin are constantly racing to keep up with their older brothers and the other older boys in the neighborhood. They were quick to learn the rules of games, both spent a week straight learning to ride their bikes without training wheels, and were now both hellbent on learning to use rollerblades so they could play the latest cul de sac obsession: hockey. But trying to teach two five-year-olds to balance on rollerblades and move a puck around at the same time was proving to be a bit of a challenge.

“We can just play without skates,” Jinki suggests.

“It’s not the same!” Minho is quick to argue. Then he smiles and stands in front of where Taemin is sitting down, still trying tie his laces. “I’ll help you. Here, let me tie it.”

He laces up Taemin’s skates nice and tight, and then holds his hands to help him up.

“Just hold my hands,” Minho says sweetly. He’s surprisingly patient, but he’s proven to be quite the teacher when it comes to stuff like this.

“I can do it,” Taemin insists, holding tight into Minho’s hands when he wobbles on his skates.

“I know, you’ll learn super fast,” Minho tells him.

Taemin and Jongin both are led in circles around the cul de sac, Minho and Kibum both being patient and sweet and helpful.

“And always wear a helmet,” Kibum reminds them. “Because if you fall and crack your head open, it’s not gonna be my fault for not making you wear one.”

“You never wear a helmet!” Taemin whines.

“I do when my mom watches!” Kibum bites back.

“We’ll always wear one when we play hockey,” Minho tells Taemin. “Just like you will.”

“Kay,” Taemin says, easily appeased by the answer.

Both Taemin and Jongin are covered in elbow pads, knee pads, and helmets. It’s quite the sight for the neighbors when they come driving home from work, seeing the boys playing in the cul de sac and dragging the two little ones off the street so the cars can pass. At one point, Jinki just picks Taemin up after he stumbles a few too many times and drags him into the sidewalk so Mr. Shindong can get into his driveway. Meanwhile, Jongin has each arm held by Kibum and Minho as they pull him into the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

“Everyone’s gonna start coming home soon, boys,” Mr. Shindong tells them as he gets out of his car. “You might want to pack up the hockey for the day.”

“Okay, Mr. Shindong!” Jinki says, and he drags Taemin and each of their hockey sticks home quickly. Suho goes to collect Jongin and pulls him home, and the twins bicker endlessly and rush to grab their sticks and net and puck and hurry home as fast as possible. They’re all still a little weary of Mr. Shindong, so they won’t argue when he tells them to quit playing in the street.

The next day, they decide instead to play basketball in the twins’ driveway since they have a hoop above their garage. Except it’s too high for Jongin or Taemin to make many baskets, so they end up stomping off in a huff to go play in Jongin and Suho’s driveway instead. They rummage through the garage to find something to play with, and pull out a hula hoop, a jump rope, and a water gun. With silly little smirks on both their faces, they fill the water gun and use it to completely soak the older boys while they play basketball.

This leads to the older boys chasing after them, which leads to playing tag, which leads to an intense game of cops and robbers. When Mr. Yunho gets home from work and finds them using the big tree in his front yard as home base, he of course asks what they’re playing.

“Hide and Seek?” he asks Taemin, who’s clinging to the tree with both arms.

“Cops and Robbers!” Taemin tells him, a big smile on his face. “You wanna play too?”

“I think I’d make a pretty good cop,” Mr. Yunho teases him.

Taemin bounces a bit, then turns to where Minho is chasing after Suho.

“MR. YUNHO WANTS TO PLAY!” he shouts at them, and they all freeze.

“WHAT’S MR. YUNHO PLAYING?” Mr. Changmin shouts, stepping out of his car from where he just pulled into his driveway. “BECAUSE MR. CHANGMIN WANTS TO PLAY TOO!”

“COPS AND ROBBERS!” Jinki shouts back. Then he shrieks when Kibum comes darting towards him from behind a bush. “TIME OUT! STOP CHASING ME!”

Mr. Yunho is a cop along with Minho, Kibum, and Jongin while Mr. Changmin is a robber with Jinki, Suho, and Taemin. It leads to a fun evening with lots of shouting, muffled swearing (mostly by Taemin and Minho), and lots and lots of giggling.

#taemin #shinee #onew #key #minho #kai #suho #Yunho #Changmin #over the fence au

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catgirlcommie · 3 years

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😔 darn how about.... Top 5 childhood games??

do you mean like video games i played as a kid or like games i’d play with the other children at the playground or whatever (im gonna assume it’s this one)

5. this barely counts which is why it’s at number 5 but damn the swings were the fucking best that is where you got to shot the shit with the other kids it’s where all the funniest jokes were made and everything

4. cops and robbers, from a young age i hated the law and loved doing crimes

3. tag is very good just running around screaming and trying to tap people

2. hide and seek was the absolute shit when you had a good place for it

1. soccer, i used to be a very good defender to the point where everyone wanted me on their team and then high school happened and i lost all my energy lol

#ask games are real okay?#id love to go on a swing set again but id have to find and empty park and also it would be weird without people to talk to #tigermoji

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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1, 11 & 17 for Elena and Diego uwu💖

1. How did they first kiss?

Their first First Kiss was a competition. At that point, they'd been playing their...high stakes game of tag (hide and seek? cops and robbers? whatever) for a year already and knew there was some sort of attraction between them that hadn't been acted on. She kissed him to distract him and let her escape (she kissed to win) and he returned it with equal passion probably trying to use it to make her stay put.

Their other First Kiss, the one that really set off their relationship, was a lot more emotional. It was messy and a tiny bit desperate and just a no holds barred outpouring of all the emotions they'd been fighting in themselves.

11. Sleeping habits?

Most nights, they wait up for each other if only one of them is out late, even if they have work early. Sleep late if they don't have any obligations the following morning (because Elena is not above turning off or Diego's early alarms).

She's a heavier sleeper than he is unless she has a nightmare.

Definitely cuddlers. But also restless once they're asleep, so they've probably punched/kicked each other on more than one occasion. No matter what position they were in when they fell asleep in, there's a pretty good likelihood they'll wake up with their limbs and the blankets tangled, one of them unceremoniously draped over the other.

17. Most trivial thing they fight over?

Probably something like how to do laundry. Elena's kind of "throw it all in one wash, it'll be fine." Diego was taught cleaning/household habits by Grace and not only sorts it but also knows optimal cycle speeds, water temperatures, etc.

Also she's the kind of person to wait until she's down to her very last pair of socks/out of underwear before she bothers with it and that is So Frustrating (although maybe not the part where she goes commando 😏)

#not fic #ask game #domesticity/otp questions #Elena Pryce x Diego Hargreeves #thanks for the questions darling #I haven't put any thought into into this information at all...

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“From Something to Nothing to Something” - Part 3

Alfred Pennyworth x Reader

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Word Count: 1,070

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, Y/N/N = Your Nickname, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Mild cursing. Let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: After an apartment robbery changes your life, you find out how lucky you are.

Author’s Note: It’s now been a little over 3 years since I posted part 1 of this series. I gave up because I didn’t keep up with the show and I didn’t want to do the characters wrong. But now I am all caught up and feel that writing fire relit. So why not get back in the game, 3 years later.

I do truly hope you enjoy this fic. It’s a baby of mine.

This is not beta-read. So let me know if there are any major mistakes.

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

- DreaSaurusREX

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The rest of that night went as you expected: James Gordon and his partner, Harvey Bullock, did a look over of your apartment, determined the intruder came through the busted front door, and took off. No security cameras, no evidence, nothing they could do at the moment other than help you fill out a report.

You sat at the small kitchen table, both hands wrapped around your favorite mug that luckily hadn’t been stolen. Alfred was standing behind you, he was the one that was really comprehending what Detective Gordon was saying, knowing that you weren’t in a mindset where you could absorb everything.

“So now we just wait?”

“I’m afraid so.” Gordon knew you were upset, so he was short and to the point.

“Look, (Y/N), there are tons of robberies in Gotham. And--” Jim tapped Harvey’s arm before he could get further into his negative albeit realistic response.

“And we do our best to help out those who have been victimized as best we can.” You could tell Jim was trying to be the good cop and give you some hope, but you knew that where Harvey was going was more accurate. You turned back to your mug, swirling the last of your tea.

“Just give us a call if you need to add anything to the file. We’ll call you the moment we have any information,” Jim’s professional voice was directed towards you, but he shook hands with Alfred when you didn’t move your gaze from your now cold chamomile tea.

“Please do. Thank you, Detectives.”

Alfred showed them out and closed your door the best he could with the latch bolt being broken. He sighed heavily, looking at the door handle while you got up to dump that last of your tea in the sink. You felt numb as you leaned on the counter.

“No real point in trying to shut that door anymore, Alfie. Apparently anyone can get in if they want to badly enough.” You couldn’t help but feel defeated.

“Right. Well…” Alfred started as he made his way to your bedroom. You watched him as he looked around for a few seconds before coming back with your empty suitcase and duffle bag. You were honestly surprised that they were still there considering how much of your life had been taken by the robber. “Shall we then?”

“Where am I gonna go, Alfie? A motel?” You started rinsing out your mug, the small specs of chamomile swirling out into the drain with soap bubbles.

“No. We are going to pack up the rest of your belongings and you are coming back to Wayne manor until we can find a more viable solution.” You turned the faucet off and looked down, dreading that answer.

“Alfred, you know I don’t want to add my own shi--”

“With all due respect, (Y/N), I am already in the middle of this. So there’s no point in trying to keep me out of your life at the moment, now is there?”

You were silent, realizing that he was right.

“I don’t want to make Bruce feel like--”

“Master Bruce was the one who offered the house to you, luv. Before I left to come here tonight, he insisted that I bring you home safe.”

Again, you were left speechless. As much as you didn’t want to be a burden, Wayne Manor was also a second home to you. You grew up there during your visits with your parents. You knew almost every hallway and cupboard as well as your childhood home.

Alfred could see you working it out in your mind that you really had no say in the matter. You slowly let out a deep exhale and nodded your head.

“Alright.”

“Alright?” You walked over to Alfred and took the duffle from his hand, he looked at you with nothing but care and concern. “I know you don’t want to impose, but I promise you that you will be nothing if not a pleasure to have around.”

You let out a small, weak smile towards Alfred.

“It’s only temporary. As soon as I can get back on my feet, I’ll be out of your hair. I promise.” You look and thumb over the fabric of the duffle bag’s strap, trying to stop another small wave of tears from spilling.

“You don’t have to promise anything other than that you are actually coming home tonight. You’re not sneaking out of my gaze like when Bruce broke Mrs. Wayne’s Russian crystal vase.”

You chuckled at the memory. Bruce had been playing hide and seek with you one summer and tried to hide behind a curtain next to a very expensive vase. Alfred had seen Bruce next to the vase, turned around to see if Thomas or Martha were on their way, and when he turned back to the vase, Bruce was gone.

The laugh felt good. Like a whisper of hope that everything was going to get better after tonight. And it would all be thanks to Alfred and Bruce.

“Okay.” You turned a bit serious, “But the moment you guys say that I’ve overstayed my welcome, I’m packing my bags and on my way.” Alfred knew there was no point rebutting that, even though he knew that you could never “overstay your welcome.”

“Duly noted, (Y/N).” Alfred even went as far as to hold out his hand in a deal-making way. You shook hands, solidifying your agreement. “Now, let’s get out you of this horrid place.”

Alfred was the first to move, laying your suitcase on your bed, unzipping it, and beginning to refold and pack the contents of your dresser. You zoned out a bit, truly coming to terms with how lucky you were to have him in your life. Not many people in Gotham had friends or family to fall back on and rely on for support when things got bad. It made you really think.

Before you could think too much into it, you felt a balled up clean sock thwack against your upper arm.

“Oi! Get a move on! I’m not packing this all by myself!” Alfred snapped you out of your haze and flashed a smile to let you know he meant what he said in a teasing rather than aggressive.

“Alright alright!” You put your hands up and smiled as you made your way to the bathroom to pack the remnants of this chapter of your life.

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