#( somebody give her braids Please )

[nvuy]

xilonen wouldve been so sexy if she was black with that cheetah print and her blonde highlights. i wouldve fallen to my knees.

unfortunately shes gooner bait

[chvnnie]

just some dad!skz thoughts for y’all

a little suggestive here and there, and because of that, MINORS DNI

bang chan - first daughter only

Definitely was the first to have a kid in the group. Spoiled is not a good enough word — his eldest daughter is like royalty in the group. If they know the baby is going to be around, somebody has something to give her.

Religiously watches hair tutorials (one screen has his mixing board, while the other is playing YouTube videos on loop) so he’s ready when she asks him to braid her hair. Has practice on you, Hyunjin, himself. They’re going to be perfect, because she deserves nothing less. The first braid is a little sloppy, but no one has the heart the tell him.

Travel crib folded up in his office, tucked behind the couch just in case. Everyone has used it.

If his little family goes on tour with them, or even just the local shows, he’ll make sure she has a set of headphones. Walks around to check mics with her in his arms.

It took him six weeks to find the perfect car seat for her. No, he’s not being picky. He’s being safe.

Keeps a mini diaper bag on him at all times. You’ll never catch him slacking.

When it comes to you, he’s the most devoted husband. Helps you postpartum, continually encourages to take days off. Reminds you daily how much he loves you, cherishes you, and always takes time to make you feel beautiful. (People sex after child is nearly impossible, but Chan is determined to make it possible.)

Very hesitant about co-sleeping until she’s old enough. Would even say he’s almost anti. But when she falls asleep on his bare chest, and the tv is playing at a low volume, and he’s just really, really tired. Your heart beams at the sight of them, matching expressions, snores coming from the both. You snap a bunch of pictures — it’s his favorite set.

lee minho

Protective? Please. Don’t offend him with that word — it’s not strong enough. If someone even breathes the wrong way in her direction, he’s ready to take measures to insure it will never happen again.

No. He won’t tell you what kind of measures.

He loves bath time. The little sink seat, the bubbles. When his daughter gets good motor skills, he loves the way she always reaches for the duck. Clutching it in her little fist, giggling with her father puts bubbles on its head.

Makes his own baby food. Why would he waste money on that canned stuff when he has fresh vegetables at home? Tsk. His blender is his best friend.

Has a whiteboard on the fridge with a list of what she likes (BIG YES for strawberries, or any berry mix, squash, sweet potatoes. HARD NO when it comes to bananas and anything green). Likes to introduce her early to foods, letting her explore.

Has taken Doongie out of her crib more than once. Caught her trying to feed Dori once. Always reaches for Soonie when she sees him past. Minho’s heart warms at his first babies loving on his new baby (even though she cried the first time Dori licked her cheek).

Daily family walks. It’s important to make sure she gets sunshine, and the fresh air is good for everyone. Always wants to push the stroller, but doesn’t complain when you reach for it.

Shower sex has become a habit, but he won’t complain about it. When you have a clingy baby, you take any opportunity you get. So pinning you the glass door happens more than it did before.

Fondly refers to you as “his girls”. It brings him so much pride that this is his family.

seo changbin — twins only

When the ultrasound showed two babies, he’s surprised he didn’t pass out. He got close though; the cold sweats, ringing in his ears, chills. Two babies? At once? Is it possible to be shaking with excitement but also absolute terror at the same time?

Your pregnancy wasn’t easy. The boys were heavy, and you found yourself on bed rest more often than not. Changbin wouldn’t tell you, but he was on edge the entire time. Seeing you so exhausted, so ready to get out of bed but unable to — he felt so useless. Even though he never left your side, making sure you had everything you could want and were as comfortable as possible, he hated himself for doing this to you.

And to top it all off, they were late. Of course they were. “They just love you so much, they don’t want to leave.” He tried to make you feel better, kissing your stomach, wiping your tears. Held your hand during the c-section, nose pressed to your forehead. Whispering every encouraging word he could think of to ease your fear, like he wasn’t drowning in his own.

When they finally arrive earth side? Oh, you both agree. It was all worth it.

They’re identical. The only difference are their eyes — one has yours, the other his. It was your idea to assign them colors (one is yellow, two is grey). Thank God for it too, because when they’re sleeping, he has no option but to guess.

Not a single second is taken for granted, but Changbin won’t lie and say the first year was his favorite. No, it’s when their personalities start to develop that he loved the most.

One really, really loves trucks. Is loud, runs through the apartment without a care. When he inevitably crashes into something, he bounces back up. Tiny feet carrying him away from the injury, like there isn’t a scrap on his forehead (isn’t a fan when Changbin chases him down to clean the wound).

Two prefers a quieter day. Sitting on the couch, eating yogurt bites as he watches his twin hit the wall. He’s low maintenance, most of the time, but when he gets upset? Oh, how the world is ending. Clings to Mama as he sobs. It’s so hard to be him.

Both, though, love musical instruments. Changbin’s favorite purchase (much to your dismay) is the tiny drum set he got them for their first birthday. One is a big fan of that, while Two stays on the toy piano. Their room filled with music all the time.

Has taken them to the studio a few times. Lets them watch as he and Chan work on songs, plays with Jisung when they’re getting a little rowdy. Eventually, they crash on the couch (along with Uncle Ji) before they can even record vocals.

Two is better than one. Whoever said that wasn’t lying.

hwang hyunjin — youngest daughter only

There’s no doubt. She is Hyunjin’s child.

Copy and paste. Down to the freckle under the eye, she literally looks just like him. Put their baby pictures side to side and have fun trying to figure out which is which.

She learned his scowl within the first year, when you tried to get her to try applesauce. The side eye was intense as she pushed the cup off her tray and called “Pup Pup” for Kkami to clean the mess.

Hyunjin thinks it’s hilarious. Until you give him the same side eye, then his lips are sealed.

For both children, he got custom made rings. Birth stone pressed into a thin gold band, engraved with their birth flowers. Both children have one just the same, but adjustable, so they don’t grow out of it. He wears hers on his right middle finger — and what mini Hyunjin sees, mini Hyunjin does.

Once, when she was still small enough to fit perfectly in a body carrier, her daycare was closed for the day. Water leak. Her brother was sick with the flu, and didn’t want you to leave his side. So Hyunjin took the youngest to work with him that day, completely forgetting that it was a dance practice day. Chan told him it was fine to push it a day, but they were already behind. Besides, the carrier is tight. One hand on her tiny body, he keeps her firm against his chest so she doesn’t bounce much.

After that, bringing her to practice became a habit. Especially after she started taking dance lessons.

What mini Hyunjin sees, mini Hyunjin does. Down to the movement of her feet, trying to keep up with even the most intense choreos.

When asked what she wants to be when she grows up, she always says Papa.

Bonus: you’re swimming in crafts. The two of them always up to something in Hyunjin’s home studio, painting and crafting the most beautiful art pieces you’ve ever been gifted.

han jisung

Oh. Oh, how do you begin to try to put a love like this into words?

Smothered. Smothered in kisses and snuggles all day long — and not just from him. Not to be biased or anything, but you’re both convinced she’s the best baby in the entire world. Look at those cheeks and try to convince you two otherwise.

Oh, you can’t.

And she’s the happiest little thing. Always giggling, so friendly, chatting up a storm with her babble. That baby doesn’t know a stranger; she’ll smile and wave at everyone.

Out of all the Kids’ kids, she’s at the company the most. Waltzing down the halls with her sippy like she owns the place, right behind her father. Naps on the practice room couch. Steals snacks from the cafeteria. Cut her a check, she’s put in some hard fucking work.

Speaking of naps — when Jisung is home, he’s always napping with her. When the clock strikes 12:45 in the afternoon, they’re both changing into nap time clothes and crawling in the giant bed. Soft music lulling them to sleep until his alarm goes off.

Has almost too many Quokkas. Which is ironic considering her skzoo bias is Leebit (Minho has been working on this since he was made aware of her existence, seeing his hard work pay off is delightful — until his daughter starts to grow a little too fond of her Quokka).

Mirror selfies. So. Many. Mirror selfies. He takes one monthly, saving them on his computer to document growth. Cries as he sorts through them every birthday.

She’s a heavy sleeper. Even as a newborn, she slept through the night with ease. Rarely does she wake up, and if she does, she can typically put herself back to sleep. Which is great, considering the second Bluey is off, so are your pants.

The dilf energy >>> something about becoming a father has made your husband even hotter. More intense in the bedroom, devoting time he doesn’t have to making sure you feel worshipped. Once he spent two hours between your legs — safe to say walking was difficult the next day.

Jisung desperately wants another baby. But that thought is always overpowered when she looks at him — why would you want more when she’s already perfect?

lee felix

House is literally never tidy. Organized chaos at best, but two kids under three make it impossible to keep up with chores. Felix tries — wakes up before you to wash the dishes, gets the majority of the mess cleaned before the little monsters wake up. But in a flash, it’s messy again.

Not that he minds. Or you. As long as the kids are happy and healthy, you can live with papers on the table or toys scattered across the house (except for that morning Felix tripped over one on the way downstairs. He’s doesn’t think that scar will ever fade).

Started prep on a Mother’s Day present MONTHS ago and is incredibly serious about it. The moment he has the kids alone, he’s scrambling. Color this, glue that, just like chill out for 30 second — he knows the paint is cold but the handprints are an essential part of this craft.

He’s had to redo the handprints seven times. But who’s counting?

It’s a recipe book, all the treats thought of by the oldest. Felix helped her write it, the youngest scribbled on some paper, and ta-da! Is it barely holding together? Sure, but you don’t care. Your heart is swelling, tears forming at the care that’s been put into it.

When you mentioned putting the kids in swim lessons, he was almost offended. “We bought this house specifically for the pool. No, I can teach them.” And, true to his word, as soon as the weather is warm, all three are out there daily. Sunscreen from head to toe, new freckles forming on all their faces. Sometimes you join them, but most of the time you just watch them fall deeper in love with each other.

Don’t ask me to explain this — but he SCREAMS airport dad.

Always there way too early, the oldest strapped to his back. Rushes your family through security — “How many times have we done this?” He’s gentle, but the annoyance is obvious to everyone but his daughter, who is grinning up at him. “Shoes off.” — stands in front of the giant screens with arrivals/departures. Hands on his hips, squinting slightly.

“Well it’s a good thing we didn’t book at 9:00 AM, aye, babe?” He shakes his head. “Definitely would have missed that one!”

Tracks the flight on his phone. Knows about delays before the pilots even do

at this point I’m just describing my own father

Is a PRO at soothing the baby on the plane. Standing out of the aisle, tucked in the back as he bounces him. Shushing him as he slides a pacifier in. Soothed and sleeping in under five minutes.

Honestly the most stereotypical dad of the group, and he fucking loves it.

kim seungmin

Last of the group to marry, last to have kids. By the time his son is born, Chan and Changbin already have three. Seungmin doesn’t really see the rush — good things take times.

And oh, is he the best thing.

The most organized nursery you’ve ever seen; all the baby hangers match, clothes sorted by season, then by color. Dresser drawers labeled so everything goes back where it belongs.

Prefers cloth diapers to disposable. Sure, the water bill is high, but do you know how long diapers take to breakdown? No thanks. Cloth works fine.

No, hand sanitizer doesn’t “do the same thing”. If you want to hold the baby, wash your damn hands. If he even lets you hold him. Fucking hand sanitizer, the audacity—

Every time he speaks to his son, he signs what he is saying. Getting him familiar with the hand motions, so when his motor skills develop, he can copy.

Has a good grip in sign language, and Korean, and English by age four.

But honestly, he doesn’t care about any of that. Good skills to have, but Seungmin is endlessly proud of his son. Found a smooth rock and gave it to him? Best gift ever. Messed up a word in Korean because he confused it with the English equivalent? That’s okay, it’s hard sometimes!

Everything his son does deserves to be recognized.

Lets him check his mic. Little fists wrapped around it, the five year old beaming as running over to Jisung’s daughter. Who is doing the exact same thing.

Intentionally involves him in every aspect of his life. Just because he has a time consuming job, doesn’t mean he’ll lose out on time with him.

Thinks you’re the reason the word milf exists. Because damn. Seungmin already found it hard to keep his hands off you, but something about watching you be a mom? Oof.

Literally could be just packing your son’s lunch after he’s gone to bed and he’s standing at the kitchen entrance. Wide eyes and mouth dry.

“What’s that look for?”

And then you’re bent over the counter with your panties stuffed in your mouth.

Kinda has a breeding kink now?

But, fuck, have you seen you? Can you blame him?

Never really thought he wanted more than one kid, but with you? Oh, he wants a million more.

yang jeongin

Goes without saying, but. Matching outfits.

Started with just shoes, but over time, the collection has grown. Sometimes they match on accident even — there’s so much crossover in their closets.

When you feel left out, Jeongin takes his son to pick out an outfit special for the three of you. Wraps it up, has the little boy excitedly wake you up with the present.

Speaking of present, this kid has the most elaborate birthday parties. Jeongin does NOT play around; planning starts about six months out, and even then it’s a rush to get everything ready.

Your son looks forward to it more than any other holiday. And can you blame him? When it seems like the entire world is celebrating him?

Since the party is big, the presents are modest. If he gets too many, they go in a special closet. He’ll get to open one a week, not wanting him to get too entitled when it comes to gifts.

Always, always wants to sleep in bed with the two of you.

He’s a little snuggle bug, getting right in between you and Jeongin, desperate to be close at times. Not that either of you mind, for the most part.

But damn, have you guys become skilled when it comes to quickies. In the shower, in the car before heading to pick up, in an empty practice room while Hyunjin teaches a mini dance camp to the Kids’ kids.

Probably the biggest airplane parent, but only when it comes to safety. He’s so worried about his son getting injured, sometimes he has to remind himself that it’s okay for kids to push boundary.

That doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t drop when he asks if he can sign up for soccer.

dad!skz really is my fucking weakness—

[ddreamywitch]

Chapter Three - Swan upon Leda

knight!benjicot blackwood x princess!reader

word count: 3.8k

a/n: things are warming up between princess and benji :)

warnings: the king is a terrible dad, mentions of complicated childbirth

song: Swan Upon Leda - Hozier

Marion is exasperated. Her hands fling through the air like a nervous little bird, desperate to get their point across and yet failing all the same. 

“You are out of your mind,” she cries. 

The jewels she’d been threading through your braids are long forgotten, a sparkling disarray on your vanity. You pick up a dark red ruby and roll it back and forth between your fingers. “If I don’t go, they’ll think I’ve abandoned them.” Your lips, painted a lush berry colour, pull into a pout that once worked exceedingly well on Ser Rodrick. “Please, Marion.”

Your handmaiden shakes her head. 

“It was a risk under the watch of Ser Rodrick,” she leans in closer, nervous eyes flitting to your door. “But with bloody Ben as your protector? He’ll have me impaled when he finds out.”

She whispers his name with fear, as though he would appear like some mirage at the mention of it. 

You’ve grown quite tired of this whole bloody Ben debacle. Benji, as he’s allowed you to call him, is less of a sword pointed at you now, but he still sulks, barely speaks. 

He doesn’t pose a threat, in this state he is in. You wonder if he would even notice if you let somebody else take your place. 

“He won’t find out,” you say, determinedly, even though you know it is to no avail. Marion is loyal and sweet but she is headstrong enough to not give leeway to every idea of yours. You love that about her, even if right now it is giving you a headache. 

She takes the gem from you and loops it into your hair with her magically talented fingers. “Maybe in a moon or two, when that lad doesn’t give me the collywobbles anymore. If that does ever happen.” 

“Alright then. But will you get word to them that I shall return soon?” You ask. Whenever you ask for things with Marion, you feel a bit childlike and silly. 

She smiles at you, the little scar in her lower lip stretching as she does. “Of course, your grace.” 

And then after a moment’s silence. “I am certain they forgive you.” 

You nod, but still you decide on a plan. A stupid one, irrational at the very least but a plan nonetheless and you were not really the kind of woman who enjoyed changing your mind. 

Though you had on Benji. In some ways. But that is different. 

You throw a glance at your reflection, decorated and done up. Your father is slowly losing it these days, his festivities growing in both frequency and size, one more ridiculous than the other and you cannot stand it.

You’d be a fool to live so lavishly and in such luxury and turn a blind eye to continue the pursuit of the only thing of substantiality that you’ve ever done in your life. 

Rubies to match the fiery shades of your dress today. 

Rubies found somewhere far away and shipped across stormy seas to find their place somewhere as ridiculous as your hair. 

You cannot stand it, your presentation at the high table next to your family, for everyone to gawk at and soon to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. 

As though she reads your mind Marion pipes up. “The son of Lord Whent is here tonight,” she says. “I hear he has great hair.” 

You scoff. “Yes, great hair and a great hunger for the brothels of the realm.” 

“You may find my lady, that such behaviour may prove itself of use to you.”

A low laugh rumbles from the door and both of you snap around, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. 

Benji stands, hands resting on the pommel of his sword and looking rather amused. 

“I do believe that is an improper topic of conversation,” he says. 

Your arm wraps around Marion’s midriff. “That you should speak of impropriety of all people,” you say. 

He is still a mystery to you. You do not know if he would not go and tattle on your friend if given the chance. 

But he shrugs. “Your brother says that you are to meet him in the court before sunset. Your sister is arriving.”

You gasp, sharp and loud, the quick inhale like a whip to your lungs. “Cordelia?!”

Your maid claps her hands together in excitement.

Benjicot looks a bit confused but he doesn’t scoff or roll his eyes so you presume that he really has decided to move on from his rather aggravating bit. 

“My god, she will hate my dress,” you say but the sheen of joy your face is dipped in betrays the negative nature of your words. 

“Out, Ser Benjicot. Womanly work is afoot in here,” she orders him, too fast with her tongue to worry about fearing him and forces you the other way again. 

He obeys. You see him bow in the mirror and  a small smile tugs at your lips. 

Maybe he wouldn’t be the biggest of your worries. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Marion is done with you at a speed that should be deemed witchcraft. 

Your hair is neatly pulled out of your face and braided, gleaming with red jewels like a dying fire. 

In general, you look like the roaring fireplace in the banquet halls, layers of shimmering red fabric falling around you. 

There’s a nice breeze today, it tickles at your neck and kisses your cheeks softly, as you await your sister’s arrival at the castle’s main entrance.

Your father is not here, occupied with what he claims to be kingly duties but you suppose is more likely related to the royal wine cellars. 

Your brother speaks in a hushed tone with one of the council members, no longer an oddity with the king occupied so frequently.

Your feet hurt in your new shoes.

Benji shuffles a little bit next to you.

You’ve noticed that he’s never still, a consistent motion in your periphery.

“How do you like my dress?” You ask him, quietly enough that your brother wouldn’t hear, though you doubt he would care to listen.

Your knight hums a little, almost laughs. You expect the jab, twist the sigil ring on your hand, pull yourself together waiting for it but it never arrives. 

“Red’s my favourite colour, Princess.” 

It’s not a compliment. It’s a statement and he says it with all the nonchalance he should have, because it isn’t a compliment. 

But the little flutter it sends down your spine has all the characteristics of being complimented. 

You almost thank him but then you think better of it and just nod to yourself. You would tell him what your favourite colour is, or that you enjoy red as well but it feels too friendly. You’re not even sure if anybody knows your favourite colour. You’re not too certain if you have one at all, now that the matter has crossed your mind. 

But you are certain that it is not the colours of your house, as it is the case with Benjicot. 

What a foolish thing to be racking your brain over, you think but luckily the horn serves as salvation from your faults. 

The gates creak upon to reveal your sister and her entourage, all of them in a royal shade of dark green. She married into the neighbouring kingdom, her blood now runs in their colour. It has been over half a decade but you cannot get used to the sight of it, her days spent draped in your house’s symbols are all gone. 

The courtyard is almost empty. Good. No need for formalities.

You fiddle with your fingers as the carriage swings open, lightning running through your veins. 

Her face is just as it always is and your sister, after stepping down with caution, at the sight of you, immediately opens her arms. 

Your brother laughs, wholeheartedly as you plunge forward, like a horse nudged on, gravel flying up beneath delicate heels. 

She smells different and she is older but she feels all the same to you, just as she had when you were a little girl hanging onto her skirts. 

Your giggling melts together, a vibration of both your chests. 

“Oh darling girl, how I have missed you,” she whispers, soft kisses pressed into your hair. “You’ve grown into a wonderful woman.” She cups the side of your face and you lean into it. 

“Alright, what about me,” Tristan calls out, arms out by his side. 

Cordelia grins at him and steps past you. “I imagine the heir to the throne gets enough attention as is,” she taunts but she greets him nonetheless, with the same affection she had for you. 

“There is never enough,” he says, before he says something into her ear. Quietly and quickly. 

She nods and then she regards your knight, now solely left behind, waiting to accompany you. “Ser Benjicot Blackwood, I gather?”

He bows his head, looks at her through that tousled mop of hair of his. “Yes, your highness.” 

She laughs. “Goodness, such decorum. I am Cordelia here. My queenship leaves me within the walls of my home.”

Benji nods but he does not correct himself. It would be odd, you suppose. He doesn’t even call you by your first name, why would he do so with a Queen. 

Cordelia gives your side a nudge with her elbow. “Quite handsome,” she says, much to your dismay loud enough for him to hear. 

Your cheeks begin to burn. “He is sworn to protect me, sister.” 

She just shrugs, indifferent to your embarrassment as siblings tend to be and then steps along. 

“I do hope there won’t be a scene made over my arrival,” she calls over her shoulder, you and Tristan hurrying along. “The maester recommended I do not subject myself to much ruckus, at my old age.”

It would be slanderous to refer to your sister as old. Your brows pull together. “What do you mean? Are you ill?” 

She whirls around to face you, one hand clutching her belly. “You could say so.” 

Your jaw drops and Tristan recoils next to you. 

Her face drops a bit. “Well, at least pretend you are happy for me.” 

“But with your last-.” Her hand flies up, in hopes of silencing your brother. 

“I will not dwell on the past. My husband wishes for an heir, as any king, any noble man would and I can only pray that this one will be a boy.” 

The sweetness of her visit is immediately tainted, it itches on your tongue to utter something at the monstrous prospect of having to witness your sister bear more children for the King of Arbormere near torturous but you do not speak it. 

You clear your throat. “It is good news. And we are happy that more babes will come into the world carrying your kind nature, are we not?” 

You look at Tristan, whose face has drained of colour but he nods still. 

Such is the fate of noble women. Made to squeeze out heirs for their highborn husbands. 

And such will be your fate one day as well.

Cordelia presses her lips together and inhales deeply. “Yes, I shall stay in our kingdom until delivery. My king thought it might help for an easier birth.” 

The good in this gleams through and you find it in you to be joyful. “At the castle?”

She nods. “Yes, a few weeks and then I thought I might go north, to mother's home.”

You clasp your brother’s arm. “Might I go with her then?”

Benjicot shuffles. Sometimes you think he is trying to speak this way, as though encoded. 

“No. Father won’t allow it. There are no suitor’s to be met in the north.”

You roll your eyes. “There are no suitor’s to be met,” you mimic, voice squeaky and high. 

Behind you, you can hear Benjicot fail to stifle a laugh. 

Cordelia extends her hand toward you. “We have a few weeks together, don’t we?”

Not enough. Never enough. 

“That dress of yours is ridiculous,” she adds, but she says it fondly. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The atmosphere at the banquet is odd. You cannot quite place it, but your brother won’t cease his whispering with various members of the court. 

Cordelia, though you’ve spent the better half of the evening dancing, has now begun watching everything the way a predator may watch its next meal. She does not look happy. 

Though, your father is as reliable as always. King Alexander is doing a wonderful job as presenting himself as the drunken decadent rake he is known to be, though Lady Cathcart has been brazenly replaced with what you can only assume is a common whore. 

You feel bad for her, you cannot imagine that it must be fun to spend one’s days entertaining men, let alone men such as your father. 

Benjicot is excused from his services for the night at your father’s command, he had lingered in a corner of the room for a while but he disappeared a while ago. 

You are pining for a good moment to slip out of the room, Cordelia’s power to protect you from annoying princelings and highborns only going so far. 

Lord Whent, despite having stayed true to Marion’s promise of having great hair, had spent his time talking to you staring down your corset and otherwise seemed to like himself a bit too much. 

“Cordelia?” You whisper.

She does not look at you when she replies, eyes still trained on someone in the crowd. You cannot figure out who it is when you follow her eye line. “Yes?”

You get up. “I shall be right back.” 

She nods. 

You do not stop for the formalities of bidding goodbye or greeting anybody you pass, the doors close behind you and with one quick scan, you begin to run. Your foot is bleeding, warm liquid gathering and you curse the cobbler behind your pain. 

Your feet carry you deep into the basement of the castle, the scent of darkness and dampness strong in your nose and then you finally reach your chamber.

Marion’s fiance had helped you set it up over the course of the past few years.

Scandalous as can be, you reach into your cleavage where your key is hidden and swing the doors open. 

You must hurry. It is much more difficult to find your way out of the castle without your maid by your side to guide you and you cannot waste time. 

You are a flurry of red rushing around the room, collecting all the herbs you need. A jar bangs to the ground and you wince at the noise it makes, wince even more when you realise that the last of your melted bear fat now seeps into the dirty floors. 

“Bollocks,” you curse but you cannot do anything, except hope that there will be a hunt soon. Though Ser Rodrick would no longer be able to retrieve it. 

“What in the name of god is this?” A voice rings through the small room and you almost cause more distraction, just quick enough to stop yourself from screaming. 

Your knight stands in the door, looking at you both confused and enticed. 

You swallow thickly. “Uh.”

Words have blipped from your head, your mind suddenly a blank sheet of paper.

Benji walks in, looks around behind him and closes the door. “I can’t imagine that this is part of your royal duties.”

Surely, there are some words you could say now. Anything really, would do. Just anything to defend yourself. 

He snorts. “Not in the talking mood?” He looks around. 

Dried plants hang from the wall, a cauldron stands in the middle of the room, jars are filled with various concoctions.

Oh this looks horrible.

“I do not practise witchcraft,” you croak out. 

“Sure does not look like it, princess.”

You set down the ingredients clutched to your chest. “It is medicine.”

He picks up a small vial, admires the brown liquid in it. “For who?”

“Nobody. For fun.”

He doesn’t believe you. “It gets boring.”

“So you go after your hobbies after nightfall? During banquets?”

You nod and go to take the vial from him, but he is quicker, arm raising above you. “Does the king know? Your brother?”

A scowl etches onto your face, your arms crossed. It is quite annoying how tall he is. “I don’t believe it is proper to keep my belongings from me, Ser Benji.”

“Is it proper to brew potions in the dungeons?”

“Why would you follow me?”

He shrugs. “You looked quite distressed. And it seemed unnecessary to spend a moment longer with those highborn leeches.”

You raise your eyebrow, grasping for some sort of higher ground. “Not even the ladies?”

Benji chuckles, a low rumble. You are close enough to think you feel it. “Do not take it to heart, princess, but I do not care for those puppets who care for nothing but appearances.” 

You huff. “Only a man would make such rude assumptions.”

“And yet it is a man who has discovered your secret.” He tilts his head. “Now who are you making this stuff for? Your maiden?”

You attempt to jump for the vial but it is no use. “I do not trust you.” 

“Who would I tell? I do not wish to have your surveillance become more intense. It’s annoying as it is.” 

The broken blister hurts now, and you are glad the shoe is red, otherwise you’re certain it would have been ruined by now. Frustrated, you step back and sit down on the nearest chair, lean back, arms dropped at your side and legs stretched out. 

It is a question of luck, but you don’t think he would let these matters rest without plausible explanation. 

“There’s a family on the outskirts of the city. I met them on one of those horrible charity visits. They couldn’t afford to pay for these aids and so I took matters into my own hands. And then they told people that there is a way to help and it kept going.”

You meet his eyes and you are suddenly struck by their warm hue of green. 

A beat of silence passes. “So you are…a secret apothecary?”

You shrug. “Maybe not adept enough to call myself such. Sourcing knowledge about it is quite tiresome and tedious. And I must do it in secret. It is frowned upon for women, but even more so for a princess. And I do not wish to be accused of doing devil’s work.”

“Well, the dungeon isn’t doing much to alleviate that connotation,” he says. 

Is he joking? 

A small smile tugs at your lips. “I suppose so.” 

You draw in a breath. “Please do not speak of this with anyone.” 

He nods and gives the vial back to you. That one is for Marion, womanly matters. You are glad now, that you’ve never taken up to label the things in here.

“How do you get them to the people?”

“Ser Rodrick and Marion.” The lie comes to you quick and easy. It is only half a lie. 

You bend down and take off your shoe. Normally, you would not, but having exposed perhaps your most vulnerable secret, you do not see any reason to feign dignity and suffer for it. 

“I must finish this tonight. There’s a case of colic rushing through town.”

He is watchful, like your sister had been, but with much less disdain, as you go on with what you had started. 

Diligently you powder up anise and cumin and add it to the broth that you had let simmer over the last few days. You do not have cormorant blood at hand but alas one must make due with what they have sometimes.

You walk barefooted, careful to mind the shards and to your surprise, Benji begins gathering them, lips curled as he does. “What the fuck did you keep in that?”

You offer him a bemused hum. “Fat from a strong bear.”

“Has it been there since the dawn of time? Why does it smell so terrible?”

“Only since the last hunt. Four moons ago.”

He shudders and tosses the gathered glass into the fireplace. Remnants of its content sizzle in the heat. 

Silence befalls you again and he stands closer now, right next to you, as you begin to fill five separate flasks. 

“Should I take it to them then?”

A stray hair falls into your face, like a curtain between the two of you. “That would be wonderful.” 

You don’t like the idea. It is not a happy freedom you got by sneaking out of the castle to tend to the frail, but it was a taste of true freedom nonetheless. And you do not like giving out the medicine without clear instructions. 

But there is no choice for you to make. 

“The last chapel before the city walls, behind it you will find Theo. He will distribute it. Tell him they who receive it, must take three spoons in the morning with a bit of bread. And then the same again at night, until they feel better. And if they have some left even though they are healthy, they can keep it, in case the disease returns. There’s wine in it, it won’t turn bad.”

“As you command, princess.” 

You tuck your hair back. “If you wish, you can call me by my name.”

Benji steps back and leans against the wall. He ignores your offer. 

Too soon. Too friendly. 

“Take that satchel. We don’t need the court thinking you’re a drunkard as the king is.” With the nod of your chin you point to where it rests on a shelf. 

Something flits across his features, the shadow of something left unsaid but it is gone before you can place it. 

He takes it and slings it across his chest. You hand him your work and the tips of his finger brush across yours but this time it feels different.

You stand before him barefoot, vulnerable, your faith put into his ability to be true to his word. It makes your skin feel raw. 

If he recognises the delicacy of the situation, he does not show it. 

“I should accompany you to your chambers,” he says. And you want to protest, but you do not. Instead you lean forward, close enough to feel the rise and fall of his breaths and pull at the bookshelf behind him. It swings open and reveals a narrow staircase. 

His brow raises as he turns his head. “Impressive. Though I am less and less convinced that you are not a witch.”

“Do not make such jests,” you chastise, but you say it with warmth. 

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[dracoxsworld]

George Weasley During Sex

Warning: Sexual Content, please dni if you’re a minor ⚠️ SMUT, f and m oral recieving mention. p in v mentions. slight bdsm (???) mentions. Dom!george sub!reader.

Authors Note: George is so fine 🥲

Hair. Pulling.

Whether it’s you pulling his, him pulling yours, he loves it.

Public sex is George’s favorite.

You’ll be both in the common room, cock warming him, with a blanket covering both of you.

“Be patient, darling. And I’ll destroy you; you have my word.” George praises you.

He will sneak you into the burrow during breaks from Hogwarts, Mrs. Weasley of course knows you’re there, but is under the impression you’re sleeping with Ginny in her room.

He will tease the fuck outta you and then make fun of you for the mess HE has made.

“You’re a mess, so wet. Thinking about me? These panties are filthy. I guess we will have to take them off.” He says as he takes off your panties and stuffs them in his pocket.

But in reality, George casted a muffliato spell on his room, pounding you into his mattress.

As he’s literally pounding you; he will tell you;

“Fuck baby girl. You’re so tight.”

“You’re so good for me, your moans are so pretty.”

Hickeys??? His fucking favorite. He doesn’t give a fuck if somebody sees them, he will put them wherever he pleases.

Loves hearing you moan. Pleasuring you just by eating you out and hearing you moan will get him off.

“Please let me cum,” You’d beg. “You’d have to say my name for me to grant your wishes, darling,” He’d respond. You’ll moan his name. A sick smirk will appear on his freckled face, as he says “Good girl.”

He loves looking at you with his cock filling your throat. Fucking into your face. Uh, hello? Hair pulling.

“Fuck baby, your mouth was made for me. Fuck. I’m going to cum down your pretty throat.” George groans, pulling your hair into an even tighter ponytail. So much so your scalp feels numb. Tears form in your eyes from the pain that feels so so good.

He of course; rewards you afterwards. “You did so good baby, thank you.” He will coo to you, as he runs his fingers through your hair while you’re still in your knees in front of him.

He enjoys tying you up, blindfolding you, unaware of your surroundings or where he is. Never knowing when he’ll strike.

Loves and i mean LOVES your ass. Looks at it 24/7. Slaps it during sex, obliviously. especially while you guys are making out, and during sex.

Loves pounding you so deep, your legs over his shoulders, his eyes on yours the entire time. Tears forming in your eyes. Screaming his name.

“You’re so ducking tight y/n. You’re falling apart on my cock. All for me?”

His hands. HIS HANDS??? Are HUGE. perfect for wrapping one around your throat.

As much as he likes it rough; he knows when soft sex is needed.

He will take it slow, plant longing kisses on your neck, trailing up your ear whispering sweet words.

“You’re so beautiful. Never think differently.”

“You’re my one and only. I love you so much, Angel.”

He provides THE BEST aftercare; no arguments.

Runs you a bath. (Before making sure you pee afterwards because YOU ALL SHOULD PEE AFTER SEX)

Will apply lotion on you; (everywhere) after the bath.

Brushes your hair, puts it in a braid, etc. Literally *puts you back together* after he’s *destroyed you*

George will only do this in front of you because he doesn’t think he’s as talented enough to do this anywhere else around anyone else, but he will sing to you, as you both cuddle in bed with you on top of him.

“You know baby, I really love you,” he will murmur. “I love you too, George.”

[multifandom-exe]

Prompt list :p

i did take this from my old account, but lots of the fics i write are based around this list. Contains: Angst (1-50) Fluff (51-100) sarcasm/humour (101-150) and drama (151-200)

if you wanna request something from this list, just use the character and ‘ prompt 34 from prompt list #2′ thank you! ill write for whoever you want mama.

Theres like 200 so be wary

“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”

“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”

“Can you just shut your mouth ?”

“WHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”

“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”

“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?“

“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”

"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”

“You’re safe here, I got you.”

“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”

“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”

“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”

“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”

“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”

“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”

“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”

“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”

“What happened between us?”

“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”

“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”

“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”

“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”

“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”

“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”

“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”

“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You never loved me, did you?”

“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”

“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”

“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

“Your mind must be a horrible place.”

“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”

“And I thought you loved me.”

“ And I thought I loved you.”

“ Aren’t you even going to cry?”

“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”

“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”

“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”

“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”

”If you wanna know, then ask.”

“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”

“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”

“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”

“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”

“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”

“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”

“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.

“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Here, let’s share the blanket.”

“You’re comfy.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“But I want to hear you sing.”

“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

“Care to give me a back scratch?”

“I think I love you.”

“Your bed head is really cute.”

“How about a kiss?”

“You made this for me?”

Aw, you’re blushing.”

Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”

“Let me help you with that.”

“I don’t want to forget this moment.”

“Are you really flirting with me right now?”

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”

“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “

“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”

“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”

“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”

“It was always you.”

I love you in every possible way.”

“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

“Define normal.”  

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”  

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”  

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”  

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” 

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”  

“And you wonder why you’re still single.” 

“Remind me to kill you. Please.”  

“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” 

“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”  

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.” 

“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”  

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”  

“My middle finger salutes you.”  

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”  

“Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”  

“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”  

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”  

“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”  

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”  

“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”  

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”  

“I need therapy after this.”  

“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”  

“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”  

“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”  

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” 

“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”  

“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”  

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”  

“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”  

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”  

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”  

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”  

“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”  

“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”  

“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”  

“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”  

“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” 

“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”  

“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”  

“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”  

“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”  

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”  

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”  

“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”  

“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”

“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?” 

“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”  

“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.” 

“I know you lied to me.” 

“I’m not even sorry.” 

“You backstabber!” 

“I never want to see you again.” 

“You never mattered to me.” 

“I knew this was a bad idea.” 

“Rot in hell.” 

“It was supposed to be a secret!” 

“No one loves me.” 

“He/she/they is/are so petty…” 

“You made me cry.” 

“I don’t know who you are anymore.” 

“How DARE you?!” 

“I know you’re not talking to me…” 

“I SAW you with him/her/them!” 

“Just leave me alone.” 

"What did you do?!” 

“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.” 

“Just admit that was extra…” 

“I forgive, but I don’t forget.” 

“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?” 

“So what if I had sex with your ex?” 

“There’s something I have to tell you…” 

“I can’t do this anymore.” 

“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.” 

“I never loved you.” 

“It’s too late.” 

“Quit ignoring me.” 

“Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!” 

“I love you. I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t want to be friends.” 

“Can we please pretend I never said that?” 

“Friendzoned again.” 

“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.” 

“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.” 

“I was there for you when no one else was!” 

“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.” 

“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.” 

“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…” 

“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.” 

“I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.” 

“When I said I loved you, I meant it.” 

“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?” 

“You were the one that left all those notes for me?” 

"You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.” 

“We agreed this was just physical!” 

“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.” 

UGh that was so long, props if you made it this far. No need to credit if you use any, but a like or reblog is appreciated

[louis--wifey]

Incorrect quotes with Texas, his kids, and some of California's kids.

■□■□■□■□■□

Austin: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Dallas: Merry crisis.

Houston: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

San Antone: Hoe hoe hoe.

Austin: Guys, please.

●○●○●○●○

Dallas: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.

Houston: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

○●○●○●○●

San Francisco : Where are you going?

Dallas: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

San Francisco : I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Texas, knowing full well that San Francisco got Dallas an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

●○●○●○●○

Dallas: I'm bored.

Sacramento : Wanna commit first degree murder?

Dallas: Sure!

San Antone, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Austin down!!

○●○●○●○●

Texas: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

San Antone: Wow, I've gotta hear this.

Texas: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

San Antone: You forgot pride.

Texas: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

●○●○●○●○

Austin: How do I ask someone out?

San Antone: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two.

Austin: No!

Houston: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.

Austin: Stop!

Dallas: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream.

Austin: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

OMG I LOVE THIS I JUST LOVE INCORRECT QUOTES. If you don't mind I am going to be adding more to this. I read what you sent and it seems like all of them are adults so here is them as children/teenagers (?).

California, to their server: Can we get the bill, please.

Austin, singing: AAA CAN WE GET THE BILL!!!

California: Austin, inside voice.

Austin, singing quieter: Aaa can we get the bill!

Texas: Is Say-say gonna eat that chip?

California: No, I think she's done.

Texas: *takes the chip off her plate*

Sacramento, coming back from the bathroom: Hey, where's my chip?

~~~~~~~~~~~

California, singing to the radio in the passenger seat: She caught me on the counter

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: Saw me banging on the sofa

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: I even had her in the shower

Austin: It wasn't me!

California: She even caught me on camera

Austin: It wasn't-

Texas: *turns the radio off*

California: Hey!

Texas: I'm sorry, do you think this song is appropriate for the nine-year-old in the back?

California: Oh please, he doesn't understand any of it. Austin what's this song about?

Austin: Doing it on the bathroom floor, getting caught and lying so you don't get in trouble.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Texas, teaching Houston how to shoot: Squeeze the trigger like you love it. Gentle. Steady. Nice and slow.

Houston: You gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?

~~~~~~~~~

Sacramento, after braid Texas's hair with colorful extensions: Do you or do you not feel bonita?

Texas, in a monotone voice: I feel bonita

Sacramento: Wondering, because you look bonita!

~~~~~~~~

Los Angeles, crying: My earring came off in the ocean and it's gone

San Antone: Angie, there is people that are dying

~~~~~~~~~

Los Angeles: I HATE YOU!!!!!

Austin: OH? WELL NEXT TIME DON'T STEAL MY MONOPOLY!

California: Angie, give Austin your 200 dollar you landed on his property.

Los Angeles: HE'S IN JAIL IM NOT GONNA GIVE MONEY TO A CRIMINAL!

Austin: That's not how you PLAY!

Dallas: Daddy, what is brother screaming?

California: Shut the fuck up, Dallas. You don't get to talk after stealing my LAST RAILROAD!

Austin: I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!

California: ME TOO! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?!

Austin: *screaming*

~~~~~~~~~~

*California & Houston going grocery shopping*

California: Could you grab me an extra-virgin-

Houston: I think one’s enough for the sacrifice.

Caly: Olive oil, Houston.

Houston: Come on. That’s funny.

California: Oh, its funnier than your freestyle sandwich rap.

~~~~~~~~~

San Francisco: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. we hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it

Texas: Francisco no

Dallas: Mistlefoe

Texas: Please stop encouraging him

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hello ~

You are too kind I swear and I feel you with the people pleaser. 😭🥺 Hope you can have your time to write your story. 🫶

I was thinking about something else but one of the asks you had recently gave me another idea, could you please write an headcanon about Pieck's ideal type of girlfriend please ? 👉👈

Have a nice day/night. 😊

pieck finger’s type of girl

i think pieck wouldn't essentially have a preference when it comes to choosing between masc and femme girls. honestly, she would like a girl who is the perfect mix of both. she likes a feminine presenting woman but enjoys the personality of a masc.

pieck prefers longer hair because she enjoys being able to play with it and style it.

a relatively calm girlfriend would be ideal for her. she's pretty calm (most of the time) so she'd want someone who could match her energy levels. a girl who could lounge about all day but also get energy bursts in the middle of the night.

eye color doesn't matter to her but she finds herself typically drawn to people with green eyes.

her dream girlfriend preferably has a sense of style. it doesn't matter what kind of style as long as it looks nice. hygiene is something that's important to her. you don't have to be a clean freak but just be well-groomed.

the girlfriend must like animals. no ifs, ands, or buts.

she wouldn't mind dating a shy girl but she'd rather date somebody who would be able to come out of their shell. she doesn't want to put too much effort into breaking their walls down for nothing in return.

pieck really just wants to date a girl with a big, big heart. she needs to be kind and thoughtful. pieck wants to be first. pieck wants her feelings to be thought of, always.

her ideal girlfriend must love physical touch. pieck is touchy feely, but not overbearing.

pieck essentially wants her girlfriend to be her best friend. she wants to feel like it's a sleepover every night. she wants to sing in the shower together. she wants to braid each others hair. she wants to receive love and give it endlessly.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Little Earthquakes - Chapter Four.

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Words - 3,793

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Minors DNI!

“Nath? Your client’ll be here in twenty minutes!” Kelsey shouted up the stairs to his flat on Tuesday morning, not able to hear him moving around. It was surprising to her, since he’d usually be pottering around in the shop by that point, kindly having set up her station and Chris’s, too. That morning, though, he was nowhere to be seen. “Gilly! Come on, you awake, mate?” 

She heard the thump of feet on the floor above, footsteps following, the door at the top of the stairs opening. “Gimme a minute. Overslept!” 

That was very unlike him. “Alright. I’m ordering from Subway. You want your usual?” 

Poached eggs with double cheese. “Yeah, yeah. Cheers, Kels. Won’t be long.” He wasn’t either, Kelsey putting in their order and seeing the little bike on the Uber Eats app moving closer towards the shop, Nathan emerging. He wasn’t alone either.  

“So, can I call you?”  

Stuffing his hands in his back pockets, his shoulders drew up, facing the girl with the braids that touched her bum as he shook his head. “Nah, sorry. Not really in the market for that.”  

“Fair enough. See ya.” she sniffed, exiting the shop.  

Kelsey looked between him and the door a few times, pointing in her wake. “Who the fuck was that?” 

“Shanay, I think she said.”  

Her eyebrow rose sharply. “And what happened to Holly?” 

A look of lascivious triumph quickly spread across his face. “She legit got dicked down good, bruv.”  

“Well, obviously!” she cackled, entertained as always when he was coarse since it seldom ever happened. “But I mean, you two looked so bloody cute on Saturday, and now you’re seeing some random to the door?”  

“Is what it is,” he sniffed.  

Oh, who was this person, and what had he done with her sweet Nathan? “So, not seeing her again, then? Holly, I mean?” 

“Never said that, did I?” Wow. That was prickly, for somebody as placid as him, Kelsey a little taken aback. Moving to his station, he began to set up. “I will at some point, but we’re just keeping it casual, seeing how it goes.” 

Baffled, she left it there, shaking her head. She’d been all set to hear him likely explode with happiness that finally, he’d got the girl he’d been so sweet on all the way through school, but his causal response truly wasn’t what she’d been expecting. Neither had the other girl emerging from his flat. Nathan was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a man who could be constituted as a player. 

Also, she knew he liked her, as in more than a casual shag liking her. Nobody knew him like she did, not even Chris. She could tell when her darling Gilly was absolutely smitten, and watching him with Holly three days before, he’d definitely been that. The fact that he’d gotten so wound up by his own nerves prior to her arriving at the bar had spelled that out clearly enough for her, too.  

This change in him, it was so puzzling. It would only continue to perplex her as well. 

When the food arrived, he demolished the sub with his usual gusto, giving her a big, greasy kiss on the cheek in thanks before moving to wash his hands, his first client of the day arriving. When he looked up at her, his jaw virtually unhinged itself. 

“Pissing hell,” he remarked as the woman arrived at the counter. “You look just like that girl from Arch Enemy.” 

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it. “Yeah, people liken me to Alissa White-Gluz all the time. It’s the hair.” She spoke, gesturing to her mane of blue curls. “Right, where do you want me, then?” 

“On my bloody dick.” Her eyes widened, Nathan bobbing his tongue between his teeth with a naughty grin. “Sorry, did I say that out loud? Apologies.”  

Kelsey almost dropped the jar she was moving from one side of the shop to the other, hearing him speak with such little professionalism. And so uncouthly. That really wasn’t him. Chris? Yep. He was vulgar, but never with clients. Luckily for Nathan, though, the girl didn’t seem to mind at all.  

“You cheeky bugger!” she cried, laughing. “I’m going to have to keep my eye on you, aren’t I?”  

His grin continued to broaden. “You can keep whatever you like on me after I’ve finished your tattoo, I’m telling you.” Showing her to his station, she took a seat, Nathan grabbing a pen and beginning to mark out the freehand design he was doing for her, referring to a picture she’d sent to him previously. She wanted a big, colourful macaw parrot at the top of her arm that would eventually make up an entire rainforest sleeve, Nathan sharing ideas he had for it as he worked. And flirted. 

Boy, how the man flirted his arse off with her.  

Sitting at the lightbox station, Kelsey honestly couldn’t work him out. He’d been so into Holly just seventy-two hours before, both of them sitting there looking incredibly in tune with one another at the bar. Why was he blowing it by suddenly switching into man whore mode?  

Then again, he had said they were merely seeing how things went, but she truly couldn’t reconcile that if he was bedding other women at the rate he appeared to be. Surely, seeing how things went meant focusing on the person in question, and not waving one’s cock in the direction of any other pretty women?  

She knew his split from Lisa had hurt him deeply, Kelsey seeing those wounds open and bleeding before her after she’d kicked him out. He’d gone straight to her house, cried in her arms as she’d welcomed him into her home, and lain there with his head in Dawnii’s lap for the evening, her wife stroking his hair as she’d soothed his distress at his marriage crumbling apart.  

Running a hand through her cropped, dark blonde hair, she bit the inside of her cheek while continuing her drawing, her eyes moving to Nathan every so often. It just wasn’t him, and it was beginning to concern her.  

“I think he’s just blowing off some steam, babe,” her wife spoke a few hours later, she and Dawnii meeting up for lunch at the burger place across the street from the shop. Dabbing a fry into the liberal squeeze of mayonnaise on the side of her plate, she continued. “He’s had a rough time of it with Lisa. Maybe he just wants to cut loose and go a little wild?” 

Finishing her mouthful, she washed it down with a sip of coke. “I hear that, but Jesus Harold Christ, it’s just so far removed from my sweet little Nath. It’s the lack of professionalism that’s bugging me. Twice now, he’s been like it. That girl on Saturday and then this morning, his client asked him where he wanted her and he said on his dick!” 

Dawnii’s eyes rounded, her mouth dropping open. “Shut up!” 

“He said it.” 

“No!” she gasped. 

See? Even her wife was shocked. “I’m serious.” 

“But, but Nathan’s my cute puppy boy! He doesn’t speak like that. Well, sometimes he does and that’s why it’s always hilarious when he comes out with something filthy, because he’s just not like that. Not like big mouth in there,” she began, jerking her head in the direction of the shop, Chris working at his station on the right of the front windows. “Saying it to a client, though? Geez. He’ll get a name for himself. How did the woman he said it to react?” 

“Welcoming, luckily.” 

Grimacing, she picked up her milkshake. “He’s only got to say it to the wrong person, though, and he’ll be getting me too’d.” 

How right she was. And it wouldn’t be fair either, because Nathan was the furthest thing from any of those types of men. “This is what I’m concerned about. If he wants to go out and have a bombastic time shagging anything that moves, that’s his business. He’s thirty-four and I’m not his mother. But what he does in that shop is very much my business, Chris’s too.” 

“Agreed, babe. You’ve every right to make that your business.” They parted ten minutes later, Dawnii heading back to her car ready to go and pick up Flynn, the youngest of their children from nursery, Kelsey walking back into the shop. 

“Hiya, can I help?” she asked, seeing a man standing at the counter. 

“He’s waiting for Nath,” Chris spoke, looking away from the very large blackwork piece he was etching into his client’s chest, that particular field of tattooing his speciality.  

“And the erstwhile Nathan is where?” 

Chris pointed his tattoo machine upwards, Kelsey rolling her eyes, turning back to his client. “I apologise, give me a second. He’s probably just run over on his break and not realised.” 

“No worries, love.” the biker guy replied, smiling from beneath his bushy beard as she jogged to the back of the shop and up the stairs. She could hear it from halfway up, exactly what her friend was running over on... 

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck yes!” Issy, the blue haired girl screamed, being piledriven from behind by Nathan in the messy tangle of bedsheets. “Oh, oh I love your cock. God, you fuck so damned hard!” 

He grinned, smacking her arse, driving into her with even more veracity than before. “And you love that too, getting railed hard, don’t you? Dirty girl.” Gritting, he moaned low, filling the condom as wave after intense wave lapped through him, hearing the sound of his door being hammered upon as he swam in delirium.  

“Nathan! Your client is here, hurry up!” 

“Ahh, pissing hell.” Quickly pulling out, he yanked the condom off, knotting it and throwing it into the bin before dressing rapidly. “Sorry, gotta move.”  

“No problem. This was fun, unexpected, too!”  

He didn’t reply to that, leaving her to quickly pull her dress and underwear back on as he went to the bathroom, washing his hands and face so he didn’t stink of her before showing her out.  

“Sorry to keep you waiting, bruv,” he apologised to his client, the burly biker watching the direction Issy walked in, looking back at Nathan with a rumbling laugh. 

“Nah, you ain’t, my man,” he chuckled. “Trust me, I’d have been all over that an’ all, pal!” 

If only somebody could actually chastise his behaviour, Kelsey thought, somebody external to her and Chris and maybe, it might give him a little pause for thought. Ideally, the large biker who had just sat down in the chair would have been ideal to teach him a lesson, the leather kutte he wore denoting him as the president of The Bandits MC. Then again, wild behaviour and outlaws often went hand in hand.  

“Nathan, that’s fucking perfect, man!” the outlaw in question spoke an hour later, admiring the rat skeleton tattoo upon his inner forearm once it was finished, beaming widely as he studied all the intricate details. “Thrilled with it, mate! Hey, listen. If any of you find yourselves over Ealing way, drop by the clubhouse. We run the garage on Beaumont Row. All of you are welcome for a few drinks. Having a meet on Friday, actually, if you fancy it?” 

Nathan shook the hand directed towards him. “Yeah, yeah, ‘kay. Might just take you up on that, bruv.” With him and Chris being free from seven and half past when Friday rolled around, they decided to head over as soon as the latter’s last client had left, arriving at the large garage just over half an hour later.  

“Right, so you’re the geezer who put the rat skeleton on Jeff, yeah?” A very short, but large man spoke upon them being greeted at the gates, the MC’s president ambling over to shake hands with them. 

“Yeah, yeah, bruv. Guilty as charged,” Nathan spoke, thanking Jeff for the bottle of beer he offered to him and Chris each. 

The man nodded rapidly, turning around. “See this ‘ere? Right fucking mess, innit? Can you cover it with sumat else?” 

Examining the very faded, poorly done tribal on the back of his skull, Nathan contemplated for a few moments. “Yeah, I can work with that. Depending on what you want.” 

The man who introduced himself as Denzil wasn’t the only one to approach him and Chris that evening, plenty of other club members all questioning them over availability, being shown their work, liking what they saw. They weren’t the only ones who liked what they saw either. 

“You, you are absolutely stunning,” a girl who had sauntered over to him spoke a short while later, scratching his thick goatee with her long nails, Nathan standing with his arm around her waist. “Do I get to take you home later?” 

He leaned down to her, teasing her lips with a soft kiss. “Maybe."  

“Ay, who’s this fucking man tart and where's me bruv gone, yeah?" Chris remarked, Nathan rumbling a chuckle as his kisses with the girl deepened. He wasn’t about to be distracted by Chris and his banter, but while the girl went back inside to grab herself another drink, he was by his phone. Opening up his Whatsapp, his heart immediately fluttered, seeing a new message from Holly. 

“Saw this today and immediately thought of you! Hope you’ve had a good week!” 

It was an innocuous enough little message, but he couldn’t discount the fact it made him feel as if moonbeams shone brilliance through his chest while reading it. She’d seen something and thought of him, a little Funko Pop of Tony Montana. She was thinking about him. Just as he had been her, ceaselessly too. It might not have looked as if he had to an outsider, given his behaviour, but for the last six days he’d thought of little else but how he’d felt while he’d been with her that past weekend. 

And it terrified him. Equally, though, like a siren upon a clifftop, her song called out.  

“That’s cute! Yeah, week’s been alright. You up to much tonight?" 

A few seconds passed. 

“I went out for dinner and drinks with a few girls from the E-Magazine earlier, but I'm home now in my jammies, being boring. You?” 

“Nothing special. Fancy a visitor?” 

“Depends. Is the visitor tall, sexy and tattooed?” 

“He is, according to you.” 

“Then he better get his arse round here, pronto!” 

He had an Uber booked within seconds, the car three minutes away. “Mate, I’m heading off. See you in the morning.”  

“What?” Chris spluttered through his beer. “Why you being boring and not staying to get wreck up with me?” A suck of teeth followed. “Nah, fam.” 

Nathan laughed, giving him a hug. “Trust me, bruv. I ain’t leaving to be boring.” Heading out of the gates, the car arrived with him in seconds, having him ferried across to Shepherd’s Bush in just under twenty-five minutes.  

Ringing her bell, he waited for a few seconds, the door opening partially. It wasn’t Holly who greeted him, though. 

“Say hello to my little friend!” There in her hand was the little Funko Pop, Nathan laughing as she opened the door wider. “I can’t do the voice like you can, but I tried!” 

“Nah, no way. Didn’t think you’d actually bought him,” he chuckled, taking the figure from her outstretched hand, being greeted with a kiss.  

Oh, the feel, the smell of him. She’d missed him perhaps more than she thought. “Of course, I did! He isn’t boxed because I saw him in a little charity shop in Camden, but I had to buy him for you!”  

God, she was just so impossibly lovely. Sinking into her arms, he let it flood through him, the feeling of calmness for her presence, the smell of that beautiful, freshly cut roses perfume ensnaring his senses. In that moment, right there was the only place he desired to be.  

“Someone’s got a rumbly tummy,” she then spoke as they parted, giving his abs a little pat. He’d forgone dinner, so by that point was pretty hungry. “Do you want some food? I was going to eat again, the dinner I went out for was all that small fancy crap. Tasted great but I’m still Hank flippin’ Marvin, y’know!” 

Ahhh, the cockney rhyming slang for starving. He was very familiar with it, his father a die-hard east end native. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks. Could do with filling the void.”  

He followed her through to the kitchen, the light breeze coming in through the open double glass doors cooling the space, the summer heat quite high still even though it was close to ten in the evening. The garden looked pretty, lots of string lights glowing overhead, a few candles placed on the table she’d obviously been sitting out there at, her sketchpad still present. While she tinkered with pots and pasta, he stood in the doorway vaping, telling her about his day when requested. 

“Flippin’ heck, that’s almost like tattooing a famous person, doing one for the president of an MC,” she remarked, pouring pasta sauce into a pan and turning up the heat under the water in another. 

“I think infamy is closer,” he replied, blowing a plume of sweetly scented vape down his nose.  

He was likely right. “Have you ever tattooed anyone famous?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I have. One of the guys from Slipknot, a couple from some obscure metal bands I ain’t ever heard of before from eastern Europe, did one for Motorhead’s old drummer, too.”  

“Oh, that’s uncanny,” she spoke, uncorking a bottle of wine and pointing to one of the glasses with a questioning look he nodded to. “I was listening to Motorhead on the way home.” 

“For real? Didn't know you were into alternative stuff too,” he spoke, thanking her when she passed him over the large glass of red.  

Grabbing her phone, she synced it to the speakers again and pressed play on her random Spotify playlist, the opening of the song Sex Type Thing by Stone Temple Pilots beginning to filter out. “I listen to all sorts.” 

“My favourite band included.” he noted, nodding at her phone. He then stood there and laughed softly through his nose, watching as she danced her way back towards the stove with a series of seductive wiggles and silly gestures. Yep. Definitely lovely. He also enjoyed how she was confident enough in herself not to bother changing, wearing the little vest and shorts pyjamas set still, her face bare of makeup.  

Ten minutes later and they were sitting at the table outside, Nathan sated nicely for the first big mouthful of pasta. “What sauce is this you’ve used? It’s proper nice.” 

“That’s a Holly’s kitchen original,” she informed him proudly. “Kate’s gran was Italian, so I have access to amazing recipes.”  

“This is better than any Italian food I’ve ever had before, I’m telling you. Didn’t fucking eat it for years when I was with Lisa, though. She’s one of them freaks who can’t stand pasta.”  

Her mouth gaped a little. “And you still married her?”  

“Yeah,” he winced, sipping his wine. “Should have seen that reg flag a mile off, for real.” 

“Well, I flippin’ love pasta, so that’s reason number one why I’m better,” she beamed, Nathan laughing again. 

“One of many, sweetheart.” Moving his plate over, he placed his wine down again, turning her sketchpad around. “Nice to see someone else who enjoys pencils and paper still. I do loads on my MacBook but nothing beats organic drawing.” 

She loved that they had that in common, both of them artists but from two vastly different fields. “Yes, I always start on paper before anything digital on my iPad. Some publishers do prefer the simplicity of the pencil sketch or watercolour, though, it has to be said.” 

“Love that,” he commented, tapping the little sketch she’d been doing of the flowers across her garden with his finger. “Mind if I have a little flip through?” 

“Erm...” she hesitated, but it was too late. He’d landed on it before she had chance to say no. There, two pages back, was a pencil sketch that looked like a black and white photograph of himself.  

“Nah, you drew me from memory?” he exclaimed softly, watching her nod, her cheeks flushing a little. 

“Yep, and now I feel like a knob.” Wincing, she continued to mutter under her breath. She hadn’t meant for him to see it. “Crapping crap on it.” 

“Oi, don’t talk like that. It’s fucking pukka! For real, that’s mad. Looks just like me,” he praised her with, studying it closer. His eyes found hers after a few moments, his face soft, earnest. “I love it.” 

She felt her embarrassment fade a little, but not nearly enough. Picking up her wine, she gulped it back, needing an excuse to go and cringe at herself in privacy for a moment. “Just going to get a top up.” 

Back in the kitchen, she cringed hard while pouring out another glass, jumping a little at feeling his arms slide around her waist, resting his chin to her shoulder. “You’ve got nothing to feel embarrassed about, you know. I really do love that sketch. I think you’re a bit like me, though. When something makes you feel uncomfortable, you like to hide.” 

Yes, he was right there. Now if only he’d actually listen to himself, and realise that running and hiding from how he felt because of Holly was exactly the pattern he’d fallen into over the last week. There she was, a lovely woman who thought about him so much that she remembered such details like the movie characters he could imitate, and duly bought him little gifts to show that. A woman who had him on her mind enough to sketch him.  

And what did he do because he couldn’t get her out of his mind? Dive between the legs of any other pretty girl who’d let him, because the idea of someone like Holly hurting him was terrifying. She turned in his arms, Nathan smiling at her, kissing her forehead before their mouths pressed in sweet kisses, picking her up until she was wrapped around him.  

“Too short. Can’t cope, you give me neck ache having to lean down a pissing foot.” 

“And you’re too bloody tall.” she quipped, stroking his hair. They started at one another with contentment for a few moments before their kisses resumed, Nathan knowing, feeling it. Holly wasn’t Lisa and, in all likeliness, wouldn’t hurt him as terribly as she had. 

If only his mind could truly wrap itself around that notion, though.  

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🥀Eternally Yours and Mine - Chapter Two🥀

Pairing: Corpse Husband Zachary au x Reader/MC

Word count: 2k again lets goooo

heheheh I don't know what else to put here but enjoy reading!

You were awakened by the sound of knocking at the front door at….5am?! Who the hell was up right now? You groaned, rolling over and trying to pull the pillow over your ears in hopes that the person would go away or maybe it was a branch hitting against the door. It didn’t though. You cursed under your breath as you pulled yourself out of bed groggily and slowly walked down the hall. The knocking persisted and you opened the door quickly, ready to tell off whoever decided to come around at this time. “What do you-!”

You quickly stopped talking when you recognized the person at the door and you remembered what you and Simon had talked about while you guys had brought in the boxes.

“So…..What exactly will the landlord look like? I never saw a picture of them on the website or anything and I wouldn't want to try and beat them up if they scared the shit out of me like you did.” You asked, picking up one of the last boxes while Simon did the same. “O-Oh….uhm…p-purple hair, and they’re q-quite pale.”

He hadn’t given you much information probably due to him being nervous but it was enough for you to double take right now and forced a smile on your face to seem perfectly sane and like you weren’t ready to cuss somebody out. The figure standing at the door was pretty tall and pale, light purple hair tied into a braid and it went down to their hip, he wore a dark purple shirt along with the whole fit. Gold glasses adorned his face which she pushed up slightly with a pale hand before speaking.

“You’re [Y/N], correct?” They asked with a calm smile. You nodded your head quickly, hoping to make a good impression in case they happen to be like your last landlord that would raise rent over the tiniest things.

“Oh, uhm, yeah, that’s me.” You mentally yelled at yourself for not sounding confident while you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. The person (?) smiled and put their hand out for a handshake, you took it and looked down and was a bit surprised. Simon said that they were a bit pale but you weren’t expecting this.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mr. Ritza.” They said calmly before speaking again, his face looking a bit worried. “Real quick though, is anything broken or anything? The lights are all working, correct?” They asked as her calm face started to morph into a somewhat nervous one as he looked past your shoulder and into the house.

“Uhm….Yes? I’ve only been here for a couple hours now so I haven’t really had the chance to look all around the house.” You responded hesitantly, confused about why they were so concerned about the….lights? But hey, at least he’s giving a damn about the house unlike your last landlord.

Mr. Ritza nodded and her smile slowly came back. “Well that’s good, But if anything ever does come up please contact me immediately and I’ll get it fixed right up.” He said softly as he stopped looking behind you and instead at you now. “Sorry for waking you up by the way, this is about the only time I can come out right now.” They apologized before starting to take a step into the doorway. “Simon had told me you wanted a tour of the house? It is quite big after all.”

It was true that you had been wanting a tour of the house but it was 5am and nobody wanted to do all that at this time of the morning. Not wanting to be mean, you smiled at them and shook your head. “Not right now preferably, I’m still really tired but I’m sure I can do it by myself in the morning.” You responded, although the cold air outside was slowly waking you up.

He nodded his head before reaching into their back pocket and handing you a piece of folded paper. “I understand, although here’s a layout of the house just in case.” You nodded your head and took the paper from their pale hand and unfolded it before taking a quick glance at it. You chuckled a bit as you folded it back up. “Thanks, now hopefully I won’t get lost here.” You joked and they gave you a small chuckle in return before he started speaking again. “You’re welcome, I’ll leave you so you can go get some sleep now. My phone number is on the back of the paper if you need anything from me.”

You smiled at them and waved them goodbye. “Alright, thanks I will.” You replied and turned to set the paper down on the small table in the hallway next to the door. You were lost in thought for a moment before your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of….a bat? Your turned around quickly towards the door, Mr. Ritza was gone and you could faintly make out a chubby purple bat flying away. You stared for a few moments, trying to make out what happened before shrugging it off. It was probably just the fact you just woke up getting to you. You set the paper down and then went to bed for the night.

When you finally did wake up for the day it was about 11pm, the sun was already shining through the curtains, giving the room a welcoming glow. After going ahead and freshening up for the day ahead in the bathroom and a new pair of clothes just in case somebody popped by again, you went into the vestibule and got the paper off of the table that Mr. Ritza had given you before you started going through the house, starting with the first floor.

There were at least 3 floors from what you could tell on the outside and looking down at the floor plan you could see that there was also a basement and an attic that you would have to check as well….Maybe you should have taken up that offer last night but oh well. You made your way into the first floor kitchen, notepad in hand to take some notes on things you would find. Just like the rest of the house, the kitchen was very clean and shiny like someone who would wake up every morning to wipe down the cabinets and counters to make sure the place stayed in tip top condition.

There was a large cabinet right across from you against the wall filled with porcelain plates with what you could see through the glass on it. Walking up to it you pulled on the handles of the double doors only to find it a bit stuck which made sense since those plates had not been used for probably over 50 years. You huffed before pulling on them once more, nothing. Pulling once more there was a soft crackling sound coming from the two doors as they finally separated. You took out one of the plates from the cabinet and examined it.

You ran a finger across the plate and was pleasantly surprised to see that no dust or dirt came up on your finger when you checked so you wouldn’t have to go through washing all the dishes. They were slick almost like glass and were white with a blue flowery print all around the side of them in a circle and it was truly beautiful. You remembered how one of your few friends back home always had a thing for vintage stuff like you and you guys would have long rants back in high school history classes whenever you talked about victorian times. She would surely love to see this.

You went to go grab your phone in your back pocket to take a picture, your grip only slightly loosening up on the plate as you did so. It was dead silent in the house except for the sounds of you walking around and doing stuff. That was suddenly interrupted by a loud sound coming from somewhere else in the house, almost like the sound of music. You jumped and in the process the plate fell out of your hands and to the floor into smithereens causing you to yelp and jump back again to avoid and spare glass pieces cutting into your foot since all you had on was socks.

You had to take a moment and take a deep breath before he reached down and picked your phone up off of the ground, you turned on the screen and sighed in relief when you saw that the screen had cracked but you had a bigger problem to worry about. You could still hear the sound of music coming from somewhere in the house and you couldn’t tell where. Did Simon sneak in and was trying to scare you? Maybe he wasn’t as sweet as you thought he was….

“Tch, asshole…” You grumbled as you started to walk around the house to figure out where it was coming from exactly, going to the next floor upstairs you noticed the music got a bit louder. It almost sounded like it was above you? You reached into your back pocket as you looked up at the ceiling and took out the floor plan Mr. Ritza had given you before looking down at it.

You looked around for the entrance to some type of attic of something but it seemed that it had been erased from the floor plan. The music was still playing and you knew it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you by the way you could pick out pieces of words in the song.

“Daisy…….give me…………..half crazy.”

It sounded crackley in some way, it was clearly one of those old songs by the way. Your face contorted into a confused look…..How could Simon have made it in here if you didn't even know there was an attic before? You felt a bit of fear come up inside the pit of your stomach but you pushed it down and told yourself that everything must have an explanation. You searched around the house for a little while, your footsteps being slow and wary now that you were unsure of what it was. It took a few minutes but as you walked towards the end of the hallway on the right side of the third floor you could hear the music clearly albeit it was muffled.

You looked up at the ceiling for any type of attic door that pulls down and noticed the string hanging from the ceiling. You pulled it down, ignoring the way your hand trembled when you did so. It fell down, the ladder with it, nearly smacking you right in the head if you hadn’t moved away just in time. A wave of dust came down with it as well and you covered your nose with your shirt and coughed into it.

“Daisy…Daisy, give me your answer do.”

The music was now clear as day, you were able to hear the lyrics and make the song out clear as day now. The room seemed to have a red glow to it. Swallowing down your fears you shakily climbed up the ladder and into the attic. You found that the red glow that filled the room was from a glass stained window of a rose and when the sun shined down on it, it filled the room with the light through the rose. It would have been comforting and gorgeous if it hadn’t been for the situation at hand.

“I’m half crazy…all for the love of you…”

Once you were finally inside of the attic you immediately started to search around for the source of the music and it didn’t take you but about 15 seconds of scanning the attic till you found a gramophone sitting on a small desk against the far wall playing the music.

“It won’t be a stylish marriage….I can’t afford a carriage…”

You shook your hands a bit to try and get rid of the feeling of paranoia and brushed it off by the creepy ass song making you afraid and walked over to the desk to go ahead and put all this shit to an end and probably go interrogate Simon to see if he had decided to mess with you like you originally thought.

“But you’ll look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle built for two…”

The song came to an end before beginning to start over again. The begging cords started to play again and you huffed and reached for the stylus to take it off and stop the music when suddenly the record player scratched and started glitching almost and jumping all over the place, almost piecing parts of the song together.

Ŷ̷̳̰͕̬̼̳͖̖̞̫̭͉̭̠̀̾̅̚ó̶̧̦̫̺ͅû̷͇̀͋͒͆́̒͒̀̀̈̌̚͜͝ ̸͖͇̱̙̫̞͎͎̻̟̣̇͋͗̆̒̉̽͋̈́̅̿̈͠͝͝ͅľ̸̢̡̩̹͎̫̹͙͂͐̌̑̂̑̌̍͐͊͛̕͘͝ǫ̸̡͕͈̤̯͙̭̌̅̊̈̄̑̌̈́̀͘̕͘͠o̷̧͖͚̜̟͉̤͍͕̯̰̪̓̽͑̾̿̾̔̾̑̃̚̚͜k̶̛̞̯̐͊̐͌̓͋̀̍̈́̕̚͝ ̸̻̱̲͎͉̦̙̹̓̽̑͆̑̅͆̀͊s̸̨̧̺̩̭͇̯̻̻̬̙͔͔͛̓̀̒͒́͒͌̊̍͗̕ͅo̴͕̫͚͕͕͈̯͈̠͓̭͑̐̐̽͑̿͊͊͝͝ͅ ̴̱͔̟̤͙͖̦̪̱͎̘͔̫̙̪̋̽̍͗̔͛̊̈̈́̈́̽̃̃b̴̨̛̍̑̓̂̃̚͝e̸̡̢̬̰͍̲͎̦̦̭̥̥̱͑̂͗̔̓́͛͊͑́͐̎͠ą̷̧̗̞̟͓͎̲̳̩̳̤̣͛̓̍͌̍̚͝ū̶͙̼̣̟̺̖̺̎̍͜ţ̵̘̱̖̩͇̹̥̾͂̐͊ͅͅǐ̶̡̧̢̗̯̳͕̬͎̰̿̉͒́͌̇̀̚͜ḟ̴̛̩́͂̉̄̎͑͊̎̏͝ų̷̹̟̱̳͈̖̠͚͓̯̈́l̷̰̱̈́̊͌̃̑̓͑ ̵̰͈̯̠̩̼͇̻͙̻͙̠͓̺̈́̋̈́̎̓́͂̈́̃̒ẃ̸̢̧͚̞͖̜̤̞̣͙̣͖̲̓̃͂̎́́̓̀͌̃͊͆͘͝ḩ̷̙̿ͅe̵̛̪̊́͌͆͒͑͌͂͑ñ̷̛̤͓̬̜̬͈̻̫͕̓̈́̇̇͛͘͝͝ ̷̧̢̞̜͍̘̣͍̈͜ͅẙ̸̠̲͍̦̥͈̇̈́̍̎̀͆̕͘͝ǫ̶͇̪͎̙̩̠̐̊̉͋̒͐ṷ̶̧͓̞͚̺̣̥̬̰̝͍̋̉̃̂͝ͅ ̴̡̱͙̠̳̙̩̱̗̰̰̮̃̏̃͊s̵̨̢̩̪̗͍͉̻̤͗͘͝ľ̸̡͚͔̜̖̖͈̻̦ë̷̡̙̘̜̦̯̜̼̜̖͎́̈́́̀͛̾͘͜͝e̴̢̨̡̛͉͖̺̣̖̺̯̪̠͐̀̌̔̓́̇͊̅p̴̨̟̮̘͇̦̪͙͖͓̥̻̆̋̄̓.̸̨̡̛͍̞̻̙̤͚͚̹͕̳̬͇̏̉̾̋͊̂͘͘͘͝

Your heartbeat raced and you didn’t waste another second and pulled the needle off the record quickly and stopped the music. ….The only sound in the attic now was the sound of your heavy breathing as you slightly bent over and took a moment to collect yourself.

You mentally slapped yourself for letting such a little thing scare you so badly, what were you? Nine? You sighed and stood back up, and stared at the gramophone for a moment and remembered Mr. Ritza’s words about calling them if anything broke or acted up and went to grab your phone out of your pocket only to feel nothing there.

“Oh fucking come on-” As if things couldn’t get worse today. You started to walk back over to the ladder to see if your phone was laying in the hallway somewhere when you were suddenly blinded momentarily by a bright light right in your eyes. You instinctively covered your face before looking over at the source and saw something metal on the floor, the sun shining down on it through the windows and reflecting right onto your face.

Walking closer to whatever it was and bending down you saw that it was a ring. It was a beautiful golden one with diamonds adorned on the top giving it a nice sparkle to it. You carefully picked it up and turned it around in between your fingers and examined it. Running a finger around the band on the outside to feel the details and then doing the same on the inside of the ring, you were surprised to feel engravings on the inside of the band. It was somewhat dark since you had found it under the table so you stood up, holding the ring up to the light so you could see it better and you started to read it out loud.

“With you always….Eter-” You started to read it outloud until there was the sound of footsteps behind you.

“-Nally yours and mine…” A charming male voice spoke with a British accent right behind you as he finished his sentence.

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HAHAHAHA GET PUT ON A CLIFFHANGER-

Zachary belongs to @clrdgaze

If you made it this far and finished it thank you! I really enjoy writing this and already working on chapter three :>

[pettyprocrastination]

Abby x reader head canons?

I will say may not be the best representation for her character because I've only watched (many) play troughs and not played the game yet cause I no longer have my play station :( but I am absolutely horrendously down bad for her ngl so here we go (also abby is closeted wlw in this sorry guys)

warnings: repressed sapphic feelings, gets a little sexual at the ending but nothing major, jealousy, mostly just fluff here cause im easing myself into her character

I feel like she's not particularly into pda? not anything egregious but she'll have an arm around you is enough, maybe a hand in the back pocket to give you a lil bum squeeze but even that's pushing it. She doesn't want to be obnoxious like *those* couples (she does actually) but she wants people to know your hers.

connecting to this I feel like she gets jealous pretty easily. Not from a place of seeing you as property but from her own insecurities and worrying that you'll find somebody "better" which means sometimes she'll give a snide little comment when you've been hanging out with somebody else that makes you pull back and go "excuse me?" often leading to her either talking herself into a corner or going silent and passive aggressive until your able to pull the truth out of her, often times after the anger has fizzled out hours later and she slips into your room with a soft mumbled apology when you tell you that you love her and only her but that doesn't mean she gets to be an asshole to you for it. (she makes it up to you though. all night long in fact)

braid her hair. please braid her hair. It's a small sign of love that makes her go absolutely crazy. The feeling of your nails gently scritching her scalp has her stretching out like a cat in a sunbeam on a lazy sunday afternoon. She'll set her head in your lap while you undo the braid and run your fingers through her soft locks until she slowly drifts off to sleep because she just feels so at peace with you that she's comfortable letting her guard down and falling asleep

even if you have very short hair, you probably end up wearing one of her hair ties on your wrists because she tends to lose them + its a little part of her to keep by your side :') (i will say its interesting that in the show, it seems like ellie keeps her hair tied back with a hairtie that seems to have been cut, so she has to wrap it around and then tie a knot which makes sense because i'd gather that elastic isn't that easy to come across post apocalypse yknow. I think it'd be cute if you like. found a scrunchie or smthn for her that even though its not her style she's still wear it cause its a gift from you :'))

that being said? i imagine after everything she's been through she's a pretty light/paranoid sleeper so if you slip from the bed for any reason be ready to see her padding after you, squinted eyes and grumbling with sleep still in her voice as she mumbles 'where you goin'?' because babygirl woke up without you by her side and it caused her to panic :(

confident in her body. She's worked hard on her physique and she knows you enjoy it, so don't be surprised to see her not-so-subtlety flex if she catches you eyeing her up. You'll roll your eyes at her peacocking but it doesn't stop that lovesick smile from growing on your face that makes her feel all giddy. Bunch of goofballs in love right here <3

idk why but she gives me a bit closeted energy growing up. I feel like she probably got plenty of shit for being a tomboy and she gives me the energy of those girls who are like "women can be masculine and straight you know >:(" but so incredibly gay lmao (knew countless gals like this god bless them all) but yeah she'll huff and puff because just because she's not girly doesn't mean she's gay but also likes it when you sleep in her bed and you guys tell stories and fall asleep in eachothers arms, sometimes she'll stay awake so she can watch how peaceful you are and maybe maybe think about kissing you and how soft your body would feel in her hands and the little noises you'd make and that makes her feel something owen never did. but yknow. she's still super straight

[flandrepudding]

doll collection post

Hi guyz!! so somebody asked me to post my doll collection a while back and I put it off because i'm trying to rearrange my setup but its taking much longer than expected due to irl stuff.

But I dont wanna wait anymore! Feel free to just scroll through the pictures, you don't have to read the commentary if you don't want to. In fact you don't have to scroll through any of this at all. I wrote a lot because I am severely neurodivergent. Having a genuine blogging moment rn.

I have been waiting forever for an excuse to post my collection!! I was so happy someone suggested I do so.

I don't have a lot of room for everybody! Everyone is scattered around my room, but I try my best to display them nicely...

My G1 collection is moderately sized, these dolls are expensive and difficult to find. There are so many more I want, like Dead Tired Lagoona or Sweet 1600 Draculaura to go with my Sweet 1600 Clawdeen...sigh. But it just keeps getting harder! I am actually content with stopping my G1 collecting hunt for now and instead focusing on G3... Many of these dolls are from my dear friends, especially Leo and Raven (hi guyz!). Without my friends, I would only have three of these dolls... I am so lucky to be so loved!!!

I don't have many bratz that are in good enough shape to be on display. I really grew up on bratz rather than monster high... but again...these dolls get expensive! Roxxi was always a favorite of mine and a crush! Growing up, I was the type of kid who almost exclusively wanted one brat though. Yasmin. Not Cloe, Jade, or Sasha. I was devoted to collecting Yasmin because she looked similar to me. In retrospect, I really wish I had gotten more of the other girls...I do have some...though their numbers pale in comparison to the Yasmin army.

The ball-jointed doll is my most expensive doll and my largest doll (she is fucking ginormous). Even when buying her at half the original price (great deal from a great friend) she was hardly affordable.

I bought her because I plan on customizing her to be Flandre Scarlet, my ultimate comfort character! I've always dreamed of having a doll of Flan. SO why not make one myself? I've had her for months but am still too scared to cut that beautiful hair off...I'm no good at cutting wigs/hair in general. I did install her red eyes myself which I've never done before as this is my first and probably last bjd! She is gorgeous but I would consider these dolls luxury items... VERY EXPENSIVE.

(idk why the exposure is so high on these, sorry!! >_<;)

I am so happy to have the coffin bean playset!! I think it was a really good idea to get it. but I am so sad because I have hardly any room for it! So It's sitting on my dresser in front of a giant mirror so please excuse the poor editing I did to obscure the reflection of me and my living space lol...

I gave my Twyla low pigtails, though they aren't very visible, and my Clawdeen braids! I think Clawdeen looks super cute this way tbh I tried curling her hair again and again and again but the curls always fell out (I dont have much experience)...but honestly... I think I like this look even better ^_^. You can see her ears so well this way.

This Clawdeen is basically my holy grail and it was gifted to me by Leo, Leo if you're reading this I hope you know you are basically Jesus.

not to get deep but the OMG doll next to her is special to me because it is one of the last gifts I got from my late Grandpa. He took me to target and when I said I liked the doll, no questions asked, he bought her for me. Didn't give me shit for liking dolls at my big age. He simply got her for me because she made me happy, and he wants me to be happy. Dolls can mean so much. Again, I am so lucky to be so loved!!! >:D

I have this gorgeous Draculaura just chilling next to my jewelry cuz I have nowhere else to put her and honestly she is gorgeous and should stand alone.

Here I have the pride Bratz next to my bed!!! They mean so much to me, as I said earlier I had a crush on Roxxi. To see she's a canon lesbian now is so incredible!! And Nevra, her girlfriend, is beautiful! They are so cute together... they are never leaving that box though. This was actually the first doll/set of dolls where I fully understood why people are content leaving dolls in their boxes. I love to play with my dolls so much... but I could never play with these two!! If anything happened to them I would lose my mind.

Now... you're probably thinking......where the hell is Lagoona?!?! Do you not have one despite loving her this much? Of course I have a Lagoona. I AM GROWING AN ARMY!!!!!!

I really, really love Lagoona...I want to get every Lagoona doll I possibly can. Isn't she so cute! I relate to her character in the cartoon a lot too... her life at home, her difficulties speaking up when she is sad or angry, her sporty personality, etc etc... She has quickly claimed her spot as biggest comfort character #2. I included many pictures because I simply cannot pick one, she is flawless. You might recognize the Lagoona on the left, I drew her in that exact pose recently!!

I have her army on my desk, giving me the strength I need to get through my work... like Homer Simpson with his pictures of baby Maggie at his work. I get endless inspiration and motivation from Lagoona!!!

And here is the Flandre shrine bonus... I adore her!! I also have finally ordered a fumo flan that should arrive in august around my birthday eeek!!!

Anyways that is my collection. It's been many years in the making, though it's almost doubled since monster high G3 released... Mattel truly has me by the balls right now. If you read any of this, thank you. I put a lot of time into making this post, and it was really fun. I feel like a real blogger right now.

I really really enjoy dolls and talking about them. So I will happily do so anytime I get the chance!!! Will probably do an update once I finally install some more shelves and move stuff around <3

[navibluebees]

I loved your Zdog hcs, do you have any that revolve around recom Zdog and human f SO?

Bless you, I absolutely do.

Please read before interacting.

First time you saw her, she smiled at you across the room and winked, flustering you.

She's hovering all the time now, absolutely determined to make you hers.

Hanging out at your desk one night while you're trying to work and she leans down over your shoulder.

Trying your best to ignore her but she won't stop popping her gum. "If you don't stop popping your gum right now.."

"What'll you do, sweetheart?"

OOOOOOO this woman

in public, very dominant, pulling you into her lap or between her legs and kissing you in front of everyone

so whiny, begging for kisses before you leave, trapping you against the door then getting on her knees to kiss you.

being late for work, so she tosses you over her shoulder and rushes you down the hallway to drop you at the office

Loves braiding hair, especially when you braid hers. 100% purring while you run your fingers through it

You learning how to shave the sides of her head

she makes a huge deal about any cuts or bruises just because she wants you to fuss over her

Tickles you just to hear your laugh

Will tuck you in before she has to go back to her bunk and give you a kiss, leaning against the side of your bed until you fall asleep

Fully believe she's so in love with her partner, easily jealous, stared somebody down who was hitting on you at the snack machine

Feels the need to bring you little gifts to show her love until you reassure her, no you don't need a 10th pack of your favorite snack today

Spooning you always, protecting her little love

Loves talking about her tattoos with you and talking about the story behind each of them

Showing you how to shoot, having a harder time with it because of your size difference, so she has to show you with a smaller weapon and you tease her about it

NSFW BELOW

"These hands might be too big for this gun, but they're perfect for you."

Goes straight to you after getting back from a mission

Picks you up and tosses you onto the bed, taking your clothes off so achingly slowly

LOVES BOOBS it doesn't matter what size

Likes to take a bath with you, pulling you between her legs and back against her chest

The type to rub her fingers between your legs at a dinner table

Will make eye contact with another recom across the table, fully aware they know what she's doing to you

Oral on the couch, her dragging your hips to her mouth

Sit on her face every dayyyyyy she will beg for it and dirty talk to you with your thighs on either side of her face

Seriously obsessed with your thighs and hips, gripping and pinching them all the time

Enjoys groping your ass, coming behind you to get on her knees and kissing your neck, nibbling softly

This woman is lithe, loves just being naked with you

Trembles as your fingers dance across her skin

So sensitive at the base of her tail and behind her ears

Soft moans, pleading and saying your name in the dark where all you can feel is her skin and you can only see her luminous eyes

***

Thank you for the request, anon!

[petitelepus]

hi!!! may i please request a yandere & normal matchup? i’m bisexual & use she/her pronouns :)

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. plus i get really moody and irrational sometimes when it comes to something i want (im very stubborn lol). i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i like complimenting strangers, and i try to see the best in everything & everyone! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :) for my appearance, im 5’1 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek.

please & thank you!!! <3

Daki is Yandere for you!

Daki has been watching you. Oh yes, you and your bubbly personality caught her eye the moment you set foot in the Entertainment District.

She has seen how you act around people you consider as your friends or loved ones. How you cling to them like you were glued together. The Demon doesn't need companionship like that... Yet she still keeps an eye out for you every chance she gets.

You are trying to do good, be a kind and good person, help those who need help, and offer a shoulder for those who need your support. Daki can't stand it or how she wants to see more of you.

She wants to see you at your worst and see how low you can get. How low she could get you.

Daki can't stand humans or bugs, as she can't see the difference between them, and both disgust her so much... But she doesn't see you as a bug, so you should be happy and flattered that she feels that way about you.

Soon watching you won't be enough to satisfy her. She wants to be face-to-face with you instead of watching you from a distance, she wants to talk to you directly and hear your voice tremble when you realize what a Godly being she is.

Once she makes up her mind, she makes a huge point to her big brother that she wants you to herself, and what Daki wants her loving big brother Gyutaro gets it for her. No matter what he has to do or who he will have to kill, he will do it to make his sister happy.

You're such a cutie, but just a mere human. It's a crime that Daki can't stand, the idea of seeing you get older, weaker, and lose your beauty over the years while she remains gorgeous.

So she begs her big brother to turn you into a Demon, whether you like it or not. Daki swears she will take care of you, and teach you how to become a strong Demon instead of staying as a weak and feeble human.

You may not give in to her right away, and while she is pissed about it, Gyutaro reassures his pretty sister that you would learn, one way or another.

I match you with Obanai Iguro and Mitsuri Kanroji!

These two strong Hashiras fell for you and your kindness and they fell hard. You try to see the best in everything and everyone, giving Obanai and Mitsuri a chance to court you together, as a couple.

You're the shortest one in the relationship, but these two don't hold it against you or tease you for it. No, Mitsuri instead asks every day if she could comb and braid your hair for you so you could be twinsies and Obanai never fails to notice or point out how rosy your cheeks get when you are happy.

Some people wonder how Obanai can handle two happy peppy girls like you and Mitsuri, but when asked he tells them all the same thing.

"When you love someone, you accept them on their best and worst."

Obanai isn't the most affectionate person there is, but he cares more than he lets on. Secretly, he loves how you and Mitsuri clung and hugged him, showering him with your love.

You really like Kaburamaru, even if it's not really fluffy or cute, and the white serpent likes you just as much as its best friend and Mitsuri do.

Mitsuri can't help but admire how kind you are, even when scared. Like, when you help a little bug outside instead of killing it! That takes serious kindness and courage to do something that scares you.

Things change and they can get scary, but you have Mitsuri and Obanai with you to help you get accustomed to change.

They don't mind your bossy nature, but sometimes you and Obanai may clash when you both turn irritable, but the Love Hashira tries her best to help you guys calm down and usually she manages to do so.

Mitsuri loves eating anything you make, cook, or bake, good or awful. If you want her to stop you need to pull the dish you made out of her hands or she will eat it.

When you get passionate over something, you have Hashiras' full support. They trust you and love you and even if you turn a little moody, Misturi and Obanai are understanding about it.

They know you are kind and sweet even to strangers, but the Serpent Hashira can be overly protective over you girls and you in turn can't stand it when someone badmouths your lovers. You're a lover, but you are also a fighter, much like Mitsuri and Obanai.

[vitaeplaysda]

Hullo! 👀

🍧 for Abigail, 🙈 for Elinan, 👑 for Enfenim, 🌈 for Kali

and 📎 for as many as you'd like!

(skip any you don't like, of course!)

[Link to the prompts]

🍧 for Abigail

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

They once found an old key on the road while playing outside. It was made of iron with some nice decorations, but simple enough to be used for a closet or chest, there was nothing special about it. But they would make up impossible stories together with their siblings and in their young mind such a key was meant to open magical doors leading to other realms or maybe treasure rooms.

They kept it tied around their neck for many years, considering it one of their most precious possessions.

Now it's kept among their things, but they still have it, yes. It's a memento of better days able to bring a smile to their face.

But in the end Abigail is one to live in the moment, and if they were to lose the key, they wouldn't think much of it. After all it became such a treasure because somebody lost it to begin with. Maybe it's the key's fate to be lost again.

🙈 for Elinan

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Weakness. They don't want others to see they're tired, worried or perturbed. Half of it it's her people pleasing nature, the other came to be with becoming the Inquisitor and taking lessons about the Game from Josephine and Leliana. While the thing is a bit frivolous in Orlais, it's still very useful when you've got to lead a big organization against the world. Even when Solas dumped her, she remained calm and amiable to his dismay, still offering her support even when she was the victim.

She has her limits though, and when she's burned out or overwhelmed, she usually tries her best to hide in her quarters or by going on solo missions. Her favorite remedy is just to wander pretty places to gather materials and herbs, that's something very useful to leave behind the stress. Baking also helps.

The only ones she can't hide from are the spirits like Cole or Enfenim.

👑 for Enfenim

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

It's not something he cares much about as they had little sense of self for many years, as a demon he was the embodiment of the very fears and traumas which corrupted him. But as he regained his memories I guess he would like to be remembered as the thing he failed to be: a good protector. A good friend. Someone you can rely upon. As why, probably it would help him mend his spiritual wounds even more, gaining more control, memories and identity.

🌈 for Kali

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Kali is someone who knows regrets are never useful and whenever you decide to take a move, you should accept any kind of result, for better or worse. Which means she hardly has much to suggest to a past version of herself like 'you should have done something in a different way' or 'fall in love before it's too late', after all such possible choices could have led her to a darker fate. Maybe she would remind herself that spending some quality time with her sister wouldn't have hurt, considering working for her wellbeing ended up not letting the two see each other for long periods of time.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📎Elinan: She's a master at braiding hair, in her clan everyone would always ask her, many offering their heads to let her try out new techniques. She tried to keep up the role during her time as Inquisitor but somehow she felt like people didn't approve of such a figure doing such mundane things openly. Solas being bald was a tragedy for her arts. Enfenim ending up having a lot of long and beautiful hair once he fully took the appearance of an elf JUST RIGHT AFTER she lost her left forearm didn't help. In the end she taught him all she knew. Same with little Rook. They both now are their successors as braid masters.

📎 Enfenim: Having floated while having five legs for most of his existence, he didn't expect he had to learn how to walk again once he decided to drop the extra three and move like a mortal. He was successful in the end, Elinan helped. People felt less scared of him. And wielding a sword felt more natural. It was a good choice

📎 Abigail: They love to point out as a joke that their Mohawk hairstyle is a way to not forget their surname is in fact Hawke.

📎 Kali: She's very good at baking cookies. That's secretly how she won Sten over. They're also real helpful to raise the Wardens's morale.

[countrymusiclover]

23 - Creating Dr. Tire

Part 24

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl31 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley

5 years after George Sr.'s death

Shutting the back door with my foot I saw that Georgie and our daughters were playing with the tire swing that we had set up in the backyard. He pushed Eve gently where she squealed. "Hi mommy!"

"Hi baby. Georgie, can we talk for a second?" Waving to her I smiled gesturing for Georgia to follow me so we could talk away from them.

He nodded looking at Aurora standing beside him. "Rora, take over for a second. What's up?" He asked me to walk away from our daughters.

Unfolding the paper in my hands I couldn’t stop grinning ear to ear handing it to him. "That's our first monthly check, Georgie. From Mandy's dad's store that he let us take over."

"Dang…That's more money than I ever thought we'd get." He gasped reading over the large amount of money that he had given us to start up our own business since he was retiring soon. So we basically owned the profit of his tire store now.

Throwing my arms around his neck I squealed where he wrapped his arms around my waist spinning me around I'm small circles. "I can't believe it, Georgie!"

"We're gonna be rich." He chuckles, finally sitting me down on my feet gently putting his hands on my hips. "Girls, go get dressed up. We're going out to eat tonight!"

Mandy's dad had been giving him tips on how to run a business specially for tires since he was better at it than anything. Her dad had turned over the rights to him so we were running the business. Shrugging on a Jean jacket I had on a bright blue dress and my cowgirl boots leaving my hair loose. Waiting in the living room I watched our daughters come down. “There’s my girls. Just waiting on your father.”

“How is this, mom?” Evelyn came down the stairs wearing a green dress with some boots and her hair was up in a ponytail.

Aurora was behind her wearing a flannel over an orange dress and some boots with her hair off to the side braided. “I’m surprised we’re waiting on dad. Half the time it is us who are always not ready.”

“Somebody has to pay for tonight’s dinner, remember. So I put up some of the money and the rest is for this meal.” Georgie finally entered the room where I saw he shrugs on his Jean jacket but he had done his hair so it wasn’t a crazy mess.

We drove a little ways outside of town ending up at Red Lobster. Georgie carried Evelyn in his arms and Aurora was walking beside me when we got to the host stand. “Table for four please.” The waiter led us to a table pulling out Aurora’s chair since Georgie had his hands full.

Aurora picked up her menu pointing to some crabs legs excited. “Could we get some of those, mom?”

“Yes we’ll get an order and some steak too.” I replied with Georgie telling the waiter our orders leaveing us alone to talk.

Evelyn leaned forward on the table asking. “Are…we…rich now?”

Georgie and I just started laughing at her question but from how much money and hours we had put in to support them and ourselves. We had come a long way from two teenagers who got pregnant. “If everything goes right with us owning the store now. Yes we should become very rich.”

“Can you get us a pony?” Aurora asked, bouncing in her chair seeing the food coming out. The waiter sat Steak down in front of me and Georgie then he had split up the lobster into two separate plates for our daughters.

Cutting a piece of my steak and eating it, I shook my head. “Maybe if you’re really good since Santa is watching.”

Evelyn put a bite of lobster meat into her mouth almost talking with her mouth full. “Aunt Missy has goood tastes.”

“You can call her later and tell her exactly that.” Georgie said, putting a piece of meat into his mouth glancing in my direction. “So I thought we could get the keys from Mr. McAllister and check out the store before we open it at the end of the week. What do ya think?”

Snapping one of the crab legs and taking out some meat. I dunked it in some butter, sending him a smile, enjoying that we could actually go out like this for once. “Sure I don’t see a problem with that. But we need to figure out what we are going to name the stores.”

“Uncle Sheldon’s a doctor ain’t he. Why not Dr. Texas?” Aurora suggests sipping from her drink.

Tapping my chin I wasn’t so sure. “We’re trying to sell tires, honey.”

“Star Tires or Cooper’s Amazing Tires” Eve said entering the conversation.

Georgie hit his fist lightly on the table. “I’ve got it. What if we call it Dr. Tire?” Aurora and Eve held their hands up and he gave them each a high five before we finished our meal driving to the store.

Closing my truck door I held open the door for the girls and Georgie let me go in front of him. “Hi there, Mr. McAllister. We thought we’d come out the store you're switching over to us.” Georgie waved at the bald man who was standing behind the counter.

“It’s good to see you again, Coopers. Y/n Mandy says you’re a good friend to her and your kids are a blast to babysit.” Mandy’s father said with a bright smile.

Nodding my head at him I agreed with her. Mandy had come back to the small town and became the local weather girl. She had become a close friend of mine when I couldn’t remember loving Georgie years ago. “We’ll tell her these two love spending time with her.” Ruffing both my daughters' hair they sent him big smiles.

“Yeah I will. Hey, maybe we could have you over for dinner sometime.” Jim suggested reaching into his jacket, pulling out the store keys and handing them to Georgie.

He nodded, taking the keys from his hands. “That’d be great. Mr. McAllister.”

“I bet you two will do just fine in the tire business. Plus I heard around that you’re good at finding almost invisible leeks. That’s rather impressive.” Jim said back towards the older Cooper boy. I smiled, intertwining my freehand with his.

A few weeks later

Sitting at the kitchen table I stirred the liquid in my coffee cup trying to wake up before work this morning. Running a hand through my hair I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. "Mornin' honey. Hey I talked with Mandy when she came by the new store and she suggested that we should go out tonight. There's apparently this festival tonight a little ways out of town."

"Ohh that's great. Did she know if the girls could come?" Lifting my head up I smiled while drinking some of my coffee.

He sat down across from me. "Yep. They get in free actually so we'd only have to pay for two."

"That's great I'll go tell the kids." Getting up from the table I kissed him lightly before we headed to work for the day. Once we were done and the kids were done with school we drove out there. Getting out of the truck I noticed Mandy instantly where I embraced her in a hug. "Hey Mandy, thanks for the invite."

"Of course. I figured you and Georgie deserve a night off. Especially when the kids can go play and dance without you worrying about them.” The blonde girl smiled, breaking the hug I pulled her in to mirror the same excitement that I had on my face.

Georgie handed Aurora and Evelyn some money. He watched them run off before I heard a song that someone was playing through the speakers. “I love this song. Let’s go, Georgie!” Grabbing his hands in mine I dragged him toward the dance floor with Mandy following after us. Everyone was on the dance floor where he kept our hands together smiling down at me and the music that was playing.

🎵🎵

There we were

In the back of that old Z-71

The road was dirt

A couple kids waitin'on the sun

Cherry red

Baby I still recall the taste

We were a few beers shy of freedom

I had my hands around your waist

You said, "Babe, I'm gettin' cold"

I said, "Climb on in my jacket"

You already know

Like my heart, you can have it

Ooh, I don't remember what the radio was playin'

I was hangin' like the moon on all the words your lips were sayin'

All I know is there was magic in that Chevy

Baby, you were glowin', God was throwin'

Stars like confetti, ah

Stars like confetti, ah

Yeah, rusted truck, dusted-up boots

And high on a perfume buzz

That see-forever sky wasn't near as high as us

Yeah, our hearts were beatin' faster

Than a runaway midnight train

We couldn't say forever

But we said it anyway

Baby, hold me tight and never let me go

Look up at the sky, Heaven's puttin' on a show

I don't remember what the radio was playin'

I was hangin' like the moon on all the words your lips were sayin'

All I know is there was magic in that Chevy

Baby, you were glowin', God was throwin'

Stars like confetti, ah

We made a wish on everyone, ah

We held on 'til it was done, woah

I don't remember what the radio was playin'

I was hangin' like the moon on all the words you're sayin'

All I know is there was magic in that Chevy

Baby, you were glowin', God was throwin'

Stars like confetti, ah

Stars like confetti, ah

I don't remember what the radio was playin'

I was hangin' like the moon on all the words your lips were sayin'

All I know is there was magic in that Chevy

Baby, you were glowin', God was throwin'

Stars like confetti, ah

We made a wish on everyone, ah

Yeah, we held on 'til it was done, woah

Stars like confetti, ah

🎵🎵

Georgie smirked down at me before he spun me out and back into his chest. Mandy was throwing her arms around in the air, not a care in the world. Aurora and Evelyn ran over to us and they started dancing to the song too with us. “Why didn’t we become friends with Mandy before this moment, darlin’?”

“Maybe because she was 29 when we were 17 if you forgot.” I teased him before I attempted to spin him out away from me. Yet his long legs trip over my shoe where I wrapped my arms around his waist so he didn’t hit the dirt.

Georgie grinned up at me gently holding onto my forearms until he got back upright to his feet. He tugged me against his chest, kissing me gently. “Yeah you’re probably right. One thing I don’t have to question is that I love you.”

“I love you more than I ever thought I would anyone.” I declared draping my arms over his shoulders rising up on my toes giving him a long evening kiss. At this point our lives and the tire business seemed like an awesome success.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[tangerinecherrygal]

A Very Gwynriel Christmas 2/2

Taking a million years to write is a staple of mine atp. Please enjoy. I hope everyone had the best holiday season and a happy new year <3

@autumnbabylon

I forgot to mention that I got the idea for them adopting Shadow from this gorgeous fanart by @/alilyushka on @/amandapearls account.

Summary: Azriel comes back home and Gwyn could not be more happy. Sappiness ensues.

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Early the next morning, a car pulled up in front of the house. Gwyn slowly woke up to the sounds of Nesta greeting Lucien and Elain. She couldn’t pull herself out of bed for another few minutes but forced herself to. She got up to splash water onto her face. It left some of her wet hair sticking to her face. Normally she would put some effort into getting ready, but it was six in the morning on Christmas Eve and she was exhausted.  She braided her long red hair neatly, but that was all that she was willing to do.

Nesta and Emerie were busy in the kitchen but everybody else seemed to be asleep. Gwyn waved to everybody, grabbing a mug to make her coffee in. Lucien came up beside her, putting an arm around her.

“Somebody’s in the Christmas spirit,” he quipped ruffling her already messy hair. She playfully punched him in the side as she asked Elain if she wanted some coffee. Elain couldn’t hear her. She was transfixed with decorating the tree. Perfectly. Would things suspiciously fall into place? Gwyn wondered. She didn’t dwell on the question for too long before joining her friends in the kitchen. Despite it not being Christmas yet, Nesta wanted to have an early dinner today and a lunch on Christmas. Gwyn wasn’t one to argue with her now.

Gwyn sat rested against the arm of the couch, stomach stuffed with cookies. She watched her friends enthusiastically playing Super Smash Bros. The sound of a car pulling up could be heard outside. Lucien patted her on the knee.  In her food induced daze she met his eyes.

“It sounds like Azriel is here Gwyn,” he whispered. That couldn’t be. It was 4pm, he shouldn't have been home until ten at least. Gwyn shot up and sped towards the window. Sure enough, Rhysand’s rental was parked in front of their house and a tall dark figure exited.

“It’s him!” she cried like a child that had just seen Santa. She opened the door, not bothering to change into her outside shoes. Her loafers would be soaked but she couldn’t care any less.

He was bundled up in a thick coat, blue beanie and a scarf and gloves. He had traded the tropical heat of the DRC for the sub-zero Canadian winter, and he didn’t seem to like it. Azriel’s focus was squarely on his luggage, which was much heavier than when he left. Rhys’ eyes flashed over to her and he mentioned something to Azriel before waving. Azriel turned with eyes that lit up brighter than the stars. He abandoned his bags, leaving them to Rhys. Neither Gwyneth, nor Azriel had enough restraint to keep a slow pace. They ran to each other, meeting just at the old mailbox that they never used. He lifted her into his arms and she clung to him like he would disappear if she let go.

“Gwyn,” was all that he could manage to say before pulling back to look her in her big aqua eyes, now brimming with tears.

“Don’t go away for that long again,” she said half-joking. His small laugh rumbled through his chest, and she wanted to bathe in that familiar feeling.

“I’ll figure out how to take you with me next time.”

“Emotional support person!” She chimed. He smiled down at her, noticing the redness that now played itself across her nose. He carried her inside, where he would’ve dropped her, had she not been hanging onto him as tightly as she was.  His face was half shock and half smile.

“No way.” He waved to everybody with his free hand. “I thought it was just Rhys and Feyre here.”

“Surprise!” She kissed him on the nose.

Cassian got up to give his brother a hug, but Gwyn refused to move, and she ended up being squished between them. She had earned her clinginess for today, but Azriel dropped her off onto the sofa.

“Your shoes, Gwynnie.” He crouched down to pull the damp shoes from her feet. “Your toes are gonna turn blue.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Gwyn could see Emerie and Nesta look at each other. No doubt with expressions of feigned disgust at their affection. When he was done, he went to fetch the rest of his bags. Feyre volunteered to help, and Lucien followed, talking to her animatedly on their way out. A few minutes later everything was at the front door. Rhys had to fill his tank and would be back soon.

Azriel hugged everybody before he settled into a spot beside Gwyn and held her hand in his lap while Elain excitedly grabbed at the pile of presents, eagerly reading the names on each parcel and passing it to the right person. Gwyn watched Azriel open his present from her. The best watch that she could get on her salary.  

“Waterproof, so you don’t wreck another one.”

He smiled at her. He’d mentioned that he’d broken his watch a few weeks ago and Gwyn thought that it would be perfect. She wasn’t the best gift giver, but he seemed happy and began to cuff it around his wrist immediately.

The rest of the room was abuzz with excitement. Elain and Lucien were laughing together while Cassian was trying to tell them a story. Suddenly, she felt stupid for thinking that her friends wouldn’t come through for her. They always had.

A knock at the door interrupted dinner. Nesta opened the front door to reveal Rhysand holding a shoebox sized present. There was no wrapping paper, instead a pretty red bow sat on top of the white cardboard lid. Gwyn wondered what Feyre was getting. Knowing Rhys, it would be something overwhelmingly expensive. Surprisingly, he placed the box in front of Gwyn.

“Your boyfriend must love you very much,” he said, with a small smile playing on his lips.

Gwyn turned to Azriel. “From you?”

He nodded, putting a hand over the box. “Go ahead, open it,” he prompted, watching her intensely. Gwyn slowly lifted the cover to reveal two innocent green eyes looking up at her. A kitten, barely bigger than Azriel’s hand, clamoured to get out and onto Gwyn’s lap. Gwyn held the creature up, level with her face. The cat barely moved, letting out a soft meow. She cuddled the little black cat at her chest, and it buried itself into her sweater looking for warmth. A fluffy black bundle covered in wool.

“It’s mine?” she asked in disbelief. She had always wanted a cat, but their last apartment didn’t allow pets.

“He is all yours.” Rhysand held his hand out to the animal, now comfortably blanketed by Gwyn’s long aubern hair. His cold nose touched Rhys’ finger and he chuckled at the sensation.

The rest of the table watched her hold her new pet lovingly, each with expressions of adoration and awe at the family’s new addition. The kitten yawned and Elain and Emerie cooed in unison.

“Az,” Gwyn whispered, astounded. She felt her eyes get heavy with tears but blinked them away, saving them for later. “He’s perfect, I couldn’t think of anything better.”

She was excited to watch him grow from this pint-sized ball of fluff into a cat that would undoubtedly be her best friend, based on how sweet he already was. She was so enamoured with her kitten that she didn’t notice Lucien crouched beside her, rubbing the cat’s cheek with the back of his index finger.

“What are you naming him Gwynnie?” Azriel asked, scratching the cat behind his oversized ears.

She thought about his fluffy coat. The shiny black that seemed like liquid night. The way he curled himself away and into the dark safety of her hair.

“Shadow,” she announced, “he’s my little Shadow.”

She leaned over to kiss Azriel properly for the first time in months and pulled back, dizzy with delight.

It was eight when Azriel made Gwyn take him to the popup ice rink near the university. Predictably, nobody wanted to go out into the cold, but Emerie flashed a goofy smile as an apology. The rink wasn’t far. A five-minute drive. She was reluctant, unsure if they would even be open on Christmas Eve but surely enough there were a few families and couples there, skating around.

“We don’t even have ice skates,” Gwyn chuckled, “are we just coming to people watch?”

“It’s nice,” he spoke, “To be in a familiar place with you. I missed this.” Gwyn looked up at him. This place was more than familiar. They only had one car so on especially cold days, Az would wait for Gwyn here to take her home. On warmer days when the snow fell lightly, they'd take walks which led to many unfortunate falls in the snow for both of them. She smiled.  

“I missed this too.”

He pulled her close to him and kissed her. A delicate kiss with an undercurrent of intensity that told her that he was holding himself back. He had her flush against his warm body and she held on tightly. Through her eyelids, she could see the change in the light. Green, white and red flashed in sequence around them. She held his face as she turned to look. The decorative lights.

“The lights turn on around this time,” he explained,” It’s only like this for half an hour so I had to bring you now.”

She glanced up at him, seeing the world in his beautiful eyes.

“I haven’t given you your gift yet,” he grinned.

“Shadow isn’t my gift?”

He stroked her cheek with his left hand, while he fished around in his deep pocket for a surprisingly large, wrapped box.

“Let’s not pretend that Shadow isn’t a gift for me too.”

She took the box he held out to her and exercised as much self-control as she could to keep from ripping it open. Inside was another cardboard box, and another in that. When she got to the second smallest box, she found a note that had been folded into practically nothing.

Gwyn, I’ve missed you more than you could ever realise. A month felt like a year. I didn’t know our attachment was so strong until we were apart. Everything reminded me of you: the plants, the sunset, the birds that sing like you do. I waited until I could call and seeing you made me want to make me come back. I’ve never met anybody that puts my anxiety at ease like you, that makes me laugh like you. Together, I think we can do anything, and I don’t want anybody else at my side.

Gwyn gasped as she read the final words.

Will you make me the happiest man in this world and the next and be my forever?

He produced a black velvet box from his pocket and got down on one knee, unbothered by the thin spread of ice on the ground. Inside the box was a golden ring that was shaped to look like a vine with aquamarine and gold leaves.

“Gwyneth Berdara, will you marry me and be my forever?”

Gwyn was nonverbal, making sounds of shock and delight. Tears heated her cold cheeks as she nodded.

“I want nothing more.”