#Have a Fairy Happy Birthday Sentiment

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Who doesn't love a Fairy Penguin?

These delightful Fairy Penguin and Have a Fairy Happy Birthday print and cut designs are versatile and perfect for cardmaking, scrapbooking, art journaling, and more. #printandcut #fairypenguin #svg #cuttingfiles #cardmaking #scrapbooking

Fairy Penguins are undeniably adorable, and if you haven’t heard of them, they are a small penguin species native to Australia. Inspired by their whimsical name, I painted a watercolor Fairy Penguin and added whimsical fairy wings, a fairy crown, and a wand to create a beautiful watercolor print and cut Fairy Penguin. To complement this charming design, I created a birthday sentiment with the…

[bitchlessdino]

Sweet Darling (m)

Pairing: tinkerbell's son!chan x fem!reader x Hook's son!wonwoo

Genre: smut

Word count: 6.6k

tags: daugther of wendy!reader, established relationship, yearning, poly, wonchan doing what bros do, suggestive mlm content, cunnilingus, voyeurism, exhibitionism, hair pulling, dirty talk, Silk restraints, praise kink , spitting, cum eating, cumswapping, unprotected sex, double penetration.

Summary: "Trouble in paradise with little Darling?" Chan was really unsure taking the advice from a child of Hook, but as a man in love, Chan knew the heavier the risks, the higher the reward.

author note : I have a bagillion requests to get to but here comes more self-indulgent fics! thank you @wonwussy and @multi-kpop-fanfics (happy birthday my pretty darling 💗) for beta reading and below are some of my fave notes of theirs :)))))))))))

"NOT WONWOO JUST SHOWING UP" "Wonwoo is Chan’s biggest supporter" - SJ "chan was brave I would have cum on the spot" "wonwoo pirate whore confirmed" -zeta

Tagging: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han

Chan has been the happiest he's ever been in a long time. As a child of one of the legendary fairies of the century, Chan had a lot to live up to. His mother has worked hard to prepare him for their line of work and she’d be damned to know she poured her blood sweat and tears into him getting into a good university to find out he was dating the daughter of Wendy Darling of all people. 

Chan’s mother could never stand that so called ‘wretched girl’–always sticking her nose in places she shouldn’t have been–and it’d be an extra hot day in hell if Chan was ever caught fraternizing with such the likes.

That’s why he had kept it such a secret. Although Chan loves and respects his mother, the moment he laid his eyes on Darling kin, he knew it was over. It was a forbidden affair that may have initially swayed his decision-making in pursuing you, but over time, he had truly fallen for you, calling the first time he saw you ‘love at first sight.’

You stunned everyone with your effortless beauty and grace and eventually, they began to learn more about your kind heart and demure demeanor. It was inevitable that everyone became enamored by you, including Chan. 

Being able to take you to the formal was a dream come true. What surprised him the most was that you seemed just as infatuated with him and that it wasn’t just a pity date or a yes disguised as something else, you actually enjoyed his company. But it wasn't enough that you liked him. He wanted you to be irrevocably taken by him. 

He had to occupy your every day, your every thought, your every breath. You had to be obsessed with the fact that there is no other person in the world for you. At least not like Chan. No one was like Chan. Just as there was no one like you. For you, you deserved something special.

"Wonwoo, you're a heathen. How do you bring excitement to the…you know?”

The young pirate raised a full brow, eye twitching back at the pestering fairy who had just insulted him like nothing. “No l don't know. What?”

“You know. The pleasure.”

Despite their families opposing histories, Chan and Wonwoo fairly got along. They were acquaintances at most and were typically surrounded the mutual friends, today was different seeing as everyone else was busy with the matters of classes and assignments. Eating with someone was better than eating alone, according to Chan, and it seems Wonwoo shared the same sentiment as he willingly agreed. 

Chan had his annoying moments–Wonwoo found most fairies naturally have those kinds of qualities, just take Chan’s mother as an example–but the blonde lad was entertaining when he wanted to be in a rather whimsically endearing way. Wonwoo normally found those individuals disgustingly nauseating, but it worked on Chan.

Wonwoo grinned knowingly. He leaned over from the picnic bench, a palm to his cheek. With the tree towering over him, shadows caressing his face aesthetically. “What's that?”

Chan let out an exasperated exhale, lightly tugging his bright blond hair. “Sex, Wonwoo! I'm talking about Sex!”

“Why? Trouble in paradise with little Darling?”

Word got around about Chan’s relationship with Wendy Darling’s darling daughter closer to the day of the formal, but that was before the scene the conflict containing the beast’s child, Gaston’s son, and apparently Ariel’s son. Wonwoo could never properly keep up with peer gossip as it was usually blown out of proportion (most of the time that it, this cup of tea was rather scorching).

Chan scowled at the accusation. “Of course not!” He twiddled his fingers, bottom lip jutting out. “l just want to make it more special for her this weekend. Seeing as you have more than enough trolloping in your history to count as a human brothel, l thought it'd be interesting to get your ideas.”

If Wonwoo took offense to Chan’s jab, he didn’t show it, and instead asked, “Your lady like knots?”

“Like ones slathered in garlic sauce?”

“...No. Like rope.”

Chan’s eyes rounded out in concern. “Wouldn't that hurt?”

The young fairy’s expression amused Wonwoo, a chuckle escaping him. “No, not if you do it right. Never mind. Let's start with something easier. How do you kiss?”

Chan broke out in a wide smile reliving your many kisses and his cheeks emitted a tinge of pink. “Well, she kisses lovely. Rather shy. l just make sure she's comfortable.”

“Snore. No wonder you need my help. Come here. I'll show you.”

“Show me?” Chan repeated, leaning his body away with arms crossed into an ‘X’ over his chest. “Why, you must’ve confused me with a harlot such as yourself.”

“Calm down twinkle toes, I’m not here to corrupt you”–although the thought was tempting–“I’m just going to show you the right ways to do things.”

Wonwoo redirected himself now next to Chan, sitting on the same picnic side parallel to him. He told Chan to meet him at eye level, causing the other to sit up straight. Wonwoo took the side of his face, “Now listen carefully.”

A shudder suddenly went down Chan’s spine. “W-where is this really going?”

“You asked for my help,” Wonwoo reminded, grin taunting back at Chan, “don’t be scared.”

Wonwoo’s hand crept on the back of Chan’s neck, rough fingers threading up his blond locks. “You’re gonna want to play with her hair.” Wonwoo let the locks glide between his digits gently, curling at the ends, and Chan could feel micro hairs stand on his arms. “Like that, okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” Chan croaked.

“Good, now answer looking back at me.”

Chan hadn’t noticed at first, but instead of looking back into Wonwoo’s eyes, he had been actively avoiding. The blonde had himself force his eyes back on his company. “Y–yes.”

“Alright.” Wonwoo tilted the angle of Chan’s face, utilizing his thumb, and began leaning closer, his breath tickling the blonde’s cheek. Chan visibly swallowed, blinking back in quiet anticipation. Wonwoo's eyelids drop gently, and his lips–startlingly plump and pink–began to part. “Now when you’re this close, you give her the chance to breathe. Let her learn patience. Tease that patience. Let it fester.”

“Yeah, s-sure.” Chan responded, his heart building up until it was hitting a million beats a minute, at least it felt that way.

“You only get closer from there,” Wonwoo added. He inched closer and closer, lips only mere atoms away, and Chan can’t help but shoot his eyes up in alarm. But Wonwoo just kept talking, soothing and deep, alluring even to Chan. “You can feel how excited she is from here, her heart probably erratic from the distance.” 

Chan developed a deeper red on his cheeks, relating all too well to that statement, but of course not the exciting part. That was reserved for you. Yet, his mind ran through a thousand different questions, one of them being why he wasn’t entirely repulsed by this. “Finally at the right time, your lips meet. It's warm, his comforting, and you take advantage of that pressure until it's hungry, gritty, starving.”

Chan sighed without thinking, already accepting his fate. Then Wonwoo’s lips stretched over his face in that devilish smile withdrawing, the warmth that once there taking a leap away from Chan. “She won’t know what’s coming to her. You're welcome.”

The oxygen knocked out Chan’s lungs, pulling him back to the present. He jumped up from his seat to collect himself, obviously clearing his throat before picking up his things. "Uh, thanks, ahem, Wonwoo. That helps."

“Anytime, Chan.”

Chan got up to leave soon after, trying to melt the image of Wonwoo from his brain, but he got what he needed. Wonwoo, despite his less-than-orthodox methods, knew what he was talking about. Chan would just have to trust his word.

That same night, Chan had put his friend's advice to the test. He called you over for an at-home date night and he was already itching to see the magic from the lesson. You playfully held the bottom of the hem of his shirt, taking short bursts of kisses Chan lands against your lips. 

You hard fell into a natural rhythm with this routine, seeing as he was a little predictable. However, when he ran his fingers through your hair, your giggles melted into moans, skin stinging with every puncturing touch of his digits digging into your scalp and putting at your hair. Your bodies entangle with one another and naturally fell against the firm surface of his mattress, hips pressing into one another until your kisses fell more languid and deep.

“Chan,” you whispered, getting quite comfortable with this new side of him, "Well, that was rather different."

"Do you like that,” he asked softly, eyes still rounded like a puppy dog claiming his treat.

"Very much yes," you reeled him in closer, "What else can you do ?"

Chan thinks of an answer but fell flat. His mind just went completely blank from your question and now the arousal he once felt died along with his movement. He stuttered with his words, ashamed by his inability to respond and his uncertainty take the next steps, and he’s already pulling apart from you. Performance anxiety. It gets to everyone at some point eventually. "I'm sorry."

You sat up next to him, your brows dipped in concern. Your hand glided over his back, stroking in order to soothe his nerves. "What's wrong? Why are you apologizing?"

"I just wanted it to be perfect." He admitted.

He’s had his modest share of intimate partners but none were like you, who he was impossibly infatuated with.

"The first time isn't always is. We knew that."

"But 'ours' should be. I even asked the pirate for help.” He pulled at the tufts of his blonde, shutting his eyes tight in frustration.

Your eyes shot open, "You asked Wonwoo for help? What good would he do?"

"He just knows these kinds of things better than I do." Chan sighed.

"Say that again, I need that as my ringtone." Wonwoo, out of thin air, appears before you both, smickering at the painfully awkward sight leaning up against the door frame of Chan’s bedroom. "There really is trouble in paradise."

Cham jumped up from the bed, shocked at his appearance. "How did you get in here?"

"Pixie dust,” Wonwoo answered sarcastically before pointing his thumb back into the living room, "Your door was unlocked. Everyone could hear your–well lack of–sex life."

Chan fell back into bed, embarrassed beyond repair. "Kill me now."

"That won't be necessary," Wonwoo reassured, relieving himself of his burly coat as it dropped to the ground. “I said I’d help.”

Chan huffed, sneering back at the pirate, “I see what this is. I come to you with advice on being a better lover and you sabotage me by ‘pillaging’ and ‘plundering’ my beloved.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, “I don’t ‘pillage’ or ‘plunder’ people. Even if I did, your Darling wouldn’t be one of them. I am an honest pirate.”

“An ‘honest pirate’ frankly sounds like an oxymoron.” Chan rebutted. 

Wonwoo was getting annoyed by Chan’s accusation but every damn nerve in him told him to stay against his better judgment. He crossed his arms, looking back at Chan sternly, “Look, you can argue with me all day, but every second you argue, is a second longer your little girlfriend doesn’t get to cum, so be my guest, insect.”

Chan scoffed, hands on hips. Offended didn’t even begin to start describing how Wonwoo made him feel.  “Fine. Let’s see how you do it then!”

“Chan!” You interrupted, cheeks hot from the lingering embarrassment of knowing you and your boyfriend had gotten caught in the midst of your activities. Wonwoo, the cheekiest pirate that everyone on campus knew, just so happened to know the intimate details of it before stumbling upon it in real-time, and now seconds away from being involved due to your boyfriend’s reflex to prove someone wrong.

Chan’s anger dissipated upon hearing your voice, immediately coming to your side. “I’m sorry, my love. That just came out. Of course, nothing will happen. Not without your permission.”

Your eyes shift from your boyfriend to the intruder, who pirated all over your intimate moment. You should’ve been mad you were interrupted, you should’ve been mad that Chan brought up your private details with someone on the outside, but all you couldn’t help but feel was intrigued. The fact that Chan was fine with another man joining was surprising, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you had thought it was a rather appealing image that sent arousal between your legs. 

You clenched your thighs together, comparing Chan’s soft gaze with Wonwoo’s cocky one, eventually nodding your head in bashful interest. “It’s new, and rather different than what I’m used to, but If it’s something you’re willing to try, I am too.”

Chan smiled gratefully, pressing a kiss to your lips, before turning back to Wonwoo with a slight scowl. “Okay, what did you have in mind, pirate?”

Wonwoo grinned, proceeding to walk closer to the couple before joining them at the corner of the bed, dressed down in a simple black shirt and black ripped jeans. “Baby steps, what I’ve already taught you at lunch today.”

“He taught you something?” You questioned in bemusement.

Chan tried filtering through the blush on his cheeks but failed. “It’s not what you think, he just…gave me some direction.”

“Since I’ve shown Chan what to do,” Wonwoo’s hands came up to rest on your shoulder, burning hot against you, “It’s time I show you what to do, little Darling.”

You’ve always had a hate/love relationship with the endearment ‘Darling.’ Since it was your family name, it came with the repercussions that everyone thought it’d be okay to refer to you as such instead of your given name, but hearing how it rolled off Wonwoo’s tongue sounded like pure sex. 

“You touch her in a way she resists, I’ll kill you, Jones.” Chan threatened. 

“Relax, I won’t. Milady, do you consent to me kissing you?”

You nodded, watching as he inched closer to meet you at eye level. “As I said with Chan, It’s all about the teasing, the build-up for the kiss.”

Chan watched over patiently as Wonwoo did the same steps he learned today: the touching of the hair, the gradual closing of each other’s body, his breath visibly lingering close enough to your lips that you could make out the spearmint gum he’s been chewing. Wonwoo smiled to see how much more cooperative you were compared to Chan, who was already fuming at the sight.

“You caught up now, Miss Y/n?”

“I-I think so.”

“Good. Now I’ll show you what I haven't shown Chan, but you’ll be teaching him soon after, alright?”

You quietly nodded. Soon, Wonwoo met your lips for the first time, tasting, and reveling in sweetness that was supposed to be Chan’s and only Chan’s. Anger fueled the young fairy, his knuckles turning white from balling his hand in fists, but it soon melted seeing your face.

Wonwoo kissed differently from Chan, not in a way that was better or worse, but it opened your body to a new possibility you haven’t explored yet. The pirate’s hand traveled from your face to your side, pulling you by the hip towards him, in turn releasing a yelp down his throat. You made no protest, seeing as the action only enhanced the current situation, and you feel your hands move on him just as naturally, playing at the buttons of his shirt.

His tongue caressed your lips for entry and you gave access, having now your saliva mixing in an obscenely decadent way. You moaned moving closer to him, your knees now digging into the mattress in the process, lost in heat. Your body arched into his, feeling the firm definition beneath his clothes. It felt so different and wrong and addictive. 

“My love,” Chan breathed out. The complex emotions running through him made the fairy’s possessive nature conflict with the arousal stemming from such an erotic scene unfolding. All that was clear was that his pants were tightening at the crotch.

You immediately pulled away from Wonwoo at the sound of Chan's soft timbre, a hand to your mouth, shocked by your own actions. “Have I–oh, dear.”

Chan shook his head, “Not like that, Y/n, I’ve just realized now how beautiful you look needy and desperate. It’s…exhilarating.”

You covered your face, hiding behind his deliciously sinful words, typing to ignore the damp tension you tried so hard to clench away. Wonwoo simply chuckles, “She’s a natural.” He pulled your hands away from your face, gentle encouragement in his surprisingly kind eyes. Kind for a pirate anyway. “Time for you to show, Chan. Do exactly as I’ve taught you, and he will follow. He’s a good student too.”

You quickly returned to Chan, need flooding every orifice of your body before catching him in a liplock. You made use of your lesson, playing with Chan's hair, trailing your hands over Chan’s body, and letting your lips follow the pace of your heart, practically devouring the plush cushion of Chan’s lips. Chan mimicked your movement to a tee, catching up at sonic speed, and you could feel his pulse quicken beneath the palm of your hand. 

“That’s it,” Wonwoo led, “Chan, don’t be shy about doing things out of the box too, she wants you just as much as you want her.”

Being a high-achieving student, Chan pulled you in his lap, straddling him, where you were grinding against him like a pair of horny teenagers. His hands found home on your chest, cupping the fullness of your breasts through your clothes. An obscene moan followed soon after.

“Atta-boy.”

Chan smiled at Wonwoo’s sincere rally before continuing to work into your liplock, that was hardly working at all seeing how seamlessly your bodies meshed like one. Slowly, articles of clothing began coming apart from your bodies, skin exposing without a second thought until you were only left in your underwear. You could practically feel yourself dripping between your legs, and at this point, you would be actively worried about it getting on Chan’s thighs, but you were too lust blind that the thought never reached your brain.

Chan’s newly acclimated fascination with your breasts had him appreciating them to their entirety, feeling how the peaks hardened under his touch and tasted on his tongue. His only regret was that he didn’t learn it so much sooner. Then came your body, soft and lively under his fingertips. He could feel every goosebump, every curve, every delicate feature of your body, unable to believe you’d given yourself to him like this. Balls of flesh in his hand, he held you like a man gone mad, crotch thrusting into you as if his erection was seconds away from busting right out from his pants.

Meanwhile, your hands glided over Chan’s sculpted muscles, internally squealing at their firmness while moisture flooded your core. For a fairy, everyone expected them to be dainty and delicate, much due to the attention they placed on their magic rather than physical labor, but beneath Chan’s pristine exterior, he was rugged. 

The valleys of his abdomen were deep, making your hands slide through like butter, and his arms–both large and built to provide safety–embraced you with blistering heat. Your mouth water at the simple thought of them pinning you against a flat surface, your feet far from touching the ground. God, his body was made for worship to the level of a deity and you would take all of eternity to do it. “Mmh, Chan…”

His hand in your hair stroked it sweetly, but his teeth pulled at your bottom lip’s resistance, “All for you, my love. Tear me away, lash at me, bring me in ruin. I am at your beck and call.”

“So glad you mentioned that, Chan,” Wonwoo obnoxiously interrupted, “because you’re going to do something for Y/n that I’m sure you’ll both very much enjoy.”

Wonwoo directed you to sit up against the bed frame while he handed something off to Chan, whispering in his ear. Chan accepted it before making his way to you, parting your legs with the nudge of his knee. His smile is unwavering as he reached down for your hands, thumbing over the back of them. Abruptly, he took them both above your head, having you stare back at him anxiously. Utilizing what Wonwoo gave him personally, a single silk scarf, Chan tied you down at your wrists, looping them through on the nook of the bedframe to ensure escape wasn’t an option.

“He said they’d be better than rope.” Chan blushed. “At least, I won’t have to worry about you getting hurt.”

“What are you going to do to me, Chan?” You asked slightly afraid, but your fear is overwhelmed by the presence of thrill.

Still smiling, he doesn’t answer and instead lowers his body, hands smoothing over your legs. Wonwoo, who previously had just been watching aside from your kiss, sat behind Chan, watching the tremble of your legs and you couldn’t help but feel naked under his gaze. Chan's kisses feathered over your inner thighs, teeth nipping at you during his slow entry, and his arms came up beneath you to tug you against his lips. 

“Oh…” You let out, feeling his mouth move against your molten core.

“You’re so wet for me, my love, mmh…”

Chan’s tender love has yet to be translated into sexual initiation until this very moment and, damn, it was the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced. His whispers tickled your skin before it was captured by his mouth. Teeth colliding with your folds, the light strokes of his tongue, you can feel how he’s careful, appreciating every fold, making sweet sweet love your messy core. Then, Chan pressed deeper, exploring your warmth, ravaging you, and cushioning his cheeks with your thighs. He groaned into his feast, sending vibrations up your body.

Your eyes fluttered out of bliss, whining about your inability to touch his soft hair or pet his handsome face, instead, you could gaze back at him, crying out his name until your throat would give out.

“Isn’t he pretty,” Wonwoo commented, his hand ran through Chan's thick locks, taunting you with his free hands, and a growl ran low in your throat. “He’s just eating you right up. Tongue buried in your pussy…lips wet with your sweet syrup…he’s obsessed with you little Darling.”

You slightly glared back at Wonwoo, loathing the accuracy of his words, but the distraction Chan is causing made it difficult to manage. Your legs wrung on either side of your boyfriend’s head, chest alleviating the harsh breaths escaping your lungs and to your demise, and that only amused Wonwoo more.

“Chan, you can do better than that,” the pirate encouraged, now curling his hair between his fingers, “Let me help.”

Wonwoo’s fingers threaded through Chan’s bedhead now rougher, mercilessly, he pressed Chan’s face deeper into your warmth, your collective moans bouncing off the walls. Your fingers curled in anguish, the heat of Chan’s tongue so far inside of you made you madder than the local hatter. Wonwoo was more than satisfied by both of your responses and rewarded your boyfriend with a light stroke to his head, ebbing out the cute whines from the blonde.

“Don’t forget to look up, Chan.” Wonwoo pulled Chan’s head slightly back, lips still on you, now watching you with a mindless glow. Blown-out eyes stared back at you in hunger, the image of your malleable state burning into the very depth of his soul. “Take a good look at that face. Listen to her moans. Isn’t she the most darling of Darlings? Chan, you lucky dog.”

“I am lucky,” Chan mumbled, before running tired stripes up your slit, mesmerized by the slow drop of your swollen upper lips, drool falling out of the corner. Rounding out his mouth, suctioned to your entrance, and in doing so you only get louder, whinier, needier. “My love tastes so sweet in my mouth.”

Chan was too good of a listener and Wonwoo took full advantage. Per the pirate's instructions, Chan’s lips wrapped around your clit, the presence of his fingers claiming the spot of his tongue. They pushed in and out of you addictively, following the clench of your sopping cunt, and gushing out your scent that later drips down his forearm. How wet it was, how animalistic it looked, the melody of your voices joined together in sinful harmony brought shivers to Wonwoo’s spine. He couldn’t be more proud. It was like he was watching Chan’s congratulatory ceremony, the diploma being you coming apart before both the men’s eyes.

“I’m—Mmh—gonna cum…Chan please…”

“You heard her, Chan, make her dirty little cunt cum in your mouth…that’s it…just like that,” Wonwoo returns his attention to you, “Do it, little darling, defile his pretty little mouth. Make it that it's only your cum he tastes for weeks.”

The vulgar language pushed you to the edge, bucking your lips until you vibrate like a toy against Chan. Your voice resonates throughout the room. This put no stop to Chan letting it linger, fingers ramming inside you in slick friction as you gush in his mouth like candy. All the blonde does is chuckles, collecting your nectar in his mouth.

“Good boy, Chan,” Wonwoo complimented, “Now spit it in her mouth.”

Chan was quick on his feet, letting sweetness fall above from his lips into your mouth in crystal clear ribbons in a rough spat. He held a smile so wide and manic on his face, he was unrecognizable. You took every bit of it it, savoring you on his lips and tongue before Wonwoo commanded, “Again” and Chan’s back on your pussy for seconds.

You were already recovering from orgasm milliseconds before now you were going to take another. Chan got less timid over time, even spitting his findings back into you. His intoxicating chuckles played in your ears, flushing your skin, and if he ate you out like this every day of every hour, you would not complain.

Wonwoo, the director and mere spectator didn’t let himself get too involved, only palming his erection while he enjoyed the show. His hand would occasionally come back against Chan’s hair, leading him in the right direction, but when your third—oh was ít fourth—orgasm unfolded, he decided it was enough of an appetizer.

“Chan, be a gentleman and fuck her pretty cunt. I can tell she’s just dying for it.”

Chan got up to reconnect lips with you, “That true?” He asked, your climax coating your lips, “You want me to fuck your pretty, sopping pussy, love?”

You let out a guttural moan, tension building in your lower abdomen, “Mmh, yes, please. I need your cock in me…”

Wonwoo hummed a song of glee. “Oh, Little Darling’s got a mouth, huh? Let’s see how you can take him.”

They position you on your back, tits falling gracefully in the center of your chest as Chan’s slid his raw length up your wet slit. You whimpered seeing his size, desperate to have him inside you. When he gives you that pleasure, your head is thrown back into the pillow, the stretch of his cock throwing you for a loop. “Fuck, Chan…”

“You feel…fuck…you feel so…fuck…”

Chan fucked like how he talked, sweet and tender. Your thrill traveled up your entire body despite the many times you’ve finished, clenching around him with your legs joined to his hips. His pace gradually accelerated the moment his voice gravelly, biting his lips down, seeing pleasure contort your beautiful face into something even more devastatingly arousing. His cock was a perfect fit, fucking you like you were made for him and he almost forgets that Wonwoo is still here, watching so patiently. Almost.

“Wonwoo.”

At the call of his name, the pirate turned to Chan curiously, hand still over his pants. “Yes, pet?”

“I want your mouth on her pussy, now.”

“Chan,” Wonwoo exclaimed, wildly impressed.

“Do it before I change my mind, heathen.”

Wonwoo pulled himself up and into action. His hands pull his shirt over his head to avoid a mess, giving you a glimpse of the athleticism the pirate had etched into his also very beautiful, stunning body before he faced your groin, lips centimeters away from your round, glossy bud. “Miss Y/n.”

“Wonwoo,” You timidly greeted him between pants.

“I’m going to enjoy this, just as much as you’ll enjoy cumming a fifth time today.”

His long tongue slithers like a snake, dangling it closer to cock filled core before latching against your soft clit. Your eyes momentarily rolled to the back of your head before landing it back on Wonwoo, seeing the taut expression of a man that's off his leash. Kitten licks would simply not do in this case.

His hands held you still, eyelids half open to watch you practically melt upon him, “Perfect little clit…on a perfect little pussy…on a perfectly Darling girl.”

The pure tension in your body had hit you harder than expected. It threw your back to a perfect arch, balancing between a cock as perfect as Chan's thrusting inside you, while Wonwoo sucked on you like a lolly. The pirate’s hands traveled up your body, memorizing the shape of your warm tits. His tongue drew shapes against you, circling and spreading your moisture, while at the same time, you found him rolling your hard nipples between the pads of his fingers. 

“Shit, shit, shit…”

“Taking his cock so well, little Darling,” Wonwoo complimented in a husky voice, “Isn’t she, Chan?”

“She’s…taking me…perfectly,” Chan agreed in a breathless voice.

“You want him to fill you with his cum.” Wonwoo bit his lip, using one hand to squeeze your clit, swelling it up until you're practically screaming. “Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes watered, hot from the heat of–well everything–and only nodded before weakly yelping out a curt, “Yes.”

Chan could just feel how you pulse around him, knowing you weren’t lying. His eyes fell shut, ramming in you faster, harder, the slapping of your skin loud and clear of his efforts, he lets out a harsh groan, telling himself, he can take just a little more.

“Take it,” Wonwoo commanded, “Cum all over his cock before he decides to cum in you. It’s the least you can do.”

The pirate read Chan’s mind like an automated teleprompter, with a newfound gratitude for his friend.

“…Take my cum, Y/n,” Chan repeated with stolen breath, “take all of it.”

To no one’s surprise, their words led you to take another fat, harsh orgasm, bucking your hips. Chan followed suit. His cum came in waves with loud raspy groans, clutching your thighs until he coated you inside creamy white. His final thrust came sensationally deep, filling you to the brim. Full was an understatement.

A mixture of your climax seeped out from your cunt when Chan pulled out, your pretty pussy now gorgeously adorned with vicious nectar. Wonwoo seized the opportunity in a snap move. His mouth didn’t hesitate to take your sensitive pussy entirely in his mouth, sucking out every bit of cum left inside you, leaving only the sounds of squelching and his groaning at the delectable taste.

“Fuck, Wonwoo,” you couldn’t help but call out and Chan doesn’t even get a second to be mad at another man eating out his girlfriend. Instead, somehow he’s entranced at how quick Wonwoo was to clean up a mess he wasn’t even responsible for.

“Fuck,” Chan echoed, almost just as turned out by seeing Wonwoo eat up the cum as much as Chan was making it, leaving some unanswered questions to float in the charged air.

Once Wonwoo was finished, he crashed into your lips, feeding you the remnants left on his tongue. “A bidding gift.”

You blinked back in surprise, “You’re leaving?”

“I was only supposed to help your sex lives. I wasn't meant to join in, Little Darling.”

“But you’re here anyway.” Wonwoo's eyes flickered to the fairy, the last person he thought would protest. “You might as well finish what you started, pirate.”

“And you wouldn’t mind?” Wonwoo questions.

“As long as it's consensual. Plus…it’s not like your extra leg is going anywhere time soon.”

Wonwoo chortled at Chan’s innuendo, briefly looking down at the erection in his pants, still very angry and stiff, before nodding. “Alright then. Your turn to lead, pet.”

Wonwoo wore a condom in respect for Chan, exposing his size for the first time. Your eyes locked on Wonwoo’s cock like it was forbidden fruit, watching how it curled up to his stomach before he settled closer to you and Chan. 

Chan guided you back to him, bruising your lips in a method that was foreign until now. His teeth found your lips in a soft tug and you gasped as he pushed your naked body back on the bed, devouring your lips until he shifted you on top of him. The curve of his wet cock slapped back at your stomach, making you reminisce on how he had just felt inside you.

“So beautiful…You took my cock so well, now you’re gonna take it along with Wonwoo’s. You think your little pussy can fit in all the cock, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, give it to me please…”

He moaned at your desperation, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, “Put it in for me then, love.”

You obeyed, finding his length, slathering arousal up and down, before sliding it inside you. The friction is momentarily more manageable, but it doesn’t stop your moans that inevitably fell out. He found the curve of your ass and bounced you on his lap. Your hands, once trapped in silk, were now roaming in his hair, smiling against his lips as you latched on to him.

Wonwoo steadied himself behind you, finding an opening. His hands settled against Chan’s and together they spread you evenly. Your pussy, already preoccupied with Chan’s presence, fluttered at him, like their version of a wink. “So pretty…God, both of you should see how Darling looks so good taking Chan’s pretty cock.

He inched closer, stroking up his length as he aligned it at your entry before easing himself between you and Chan. You dropped your jaw, the stretch of Wonwoo’s presence taking you by pleasant surprise, “Fuck, fuck…”

“So fucking wet.” Wonwoo tested with a single thrust, then another, each followed up by your winces that melted into mellow moans. “Mmh, your cunt feels so much better imagined…You’re taking up like a champion, Little Darling.”

Your forehead kissed Chan’s, hands iron gripped on the bed frame, you savored the pleasurable ache between your legs as their thrusts fucked your insides at their own varying pace. You weren’t too comfortable with using obscenities yourself, but today your vocabulary was comparative to a sailor’s, pouring your heart and soul into every comprehendible word that left your lips, and at that moment, there weren’t many. 

Chan kissed your temple, praising you in a lethally soft voice. His hand slid down your back misted in sweat, clutching you harder against him. He rocked into you so hard, he had slipped out, taking only a second to slide it back in you, “So soaked for me,” escaping between his heavy breaths. You screamed chants of a deity that would never come, tears blurring your vision until they fell against your cheeks.

“Mmh, you’re taking us so good, my love…How is it? How’s two cocks fucking you full to the brink of insanity?”

Even Wonwoo was blown away by the fairy’s choice of words, but hey, this wasn’t the first time Chan has surprised him today and hopefully, it wouldn’t be the last. “She probably can’t think being so full, isn’t that right, little darling? Our cocks fucking you stupid yet?”

You only answered in incomprehensive sounds, too preoccupied with the familiar strike of arousal about to hit you as they sped up. Your eyes fully rolled back into your skull and Chan could only see white in them. If he didn’t know better, he’d be worried, but the smile on your face indicated you were just fine. “So cock drunk she can’t even answer. How cute.”

“Let’s put her out of her misery and make her cum again. She surely won’t mind.”

And you didn’t, the carnal visceral sensations of their cocks joined to stretch you open, their mind-numbing rhythm bottoming out of you like heaven, and they together blossomed your hardest orgasm yet. Your muscles contracted, doubling over Chan in aguish, ripping your voice loud enough for both of them to hear. He caresses the back of your head while Wonwoo is buried in you deep by meeting his chest to your back, his groans now audibly down directly in your ear.

Chan caressed your face, “Cum, yes like that, you’re so beautiful…How can someone like you so beautiful exist?”

You sobbed into his shoulder, overwhelmed at all angles but ultimately broke under the tender warmth of his words. God, how could you ever be so lucky.

“Take my cum again for me, my love, and I’ll take care of you long after you’re asleep.”

You nodded, embracing him weakly, and Chan held you dearly along with Wonwoo for the finale. Bursts of white colored you inside-out, and you take every drop until they’re both empty. Your body grew fatigued from what felt like hours together and your mind takes a break, deeply knocked out on Chan’s bed. Chan leaves for a second, coming back with warm towels, friendly handing one off to Wonwoo. “Here.”

The pirate looked at it like a foreign object before accepting, seeing Chan take his own towel and dragged it over your mess of pussy in hopes of cleaning you dry. “Thanks for the assist, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo smiled, copying as he does but with himself, “You’re welcome, I had fun. I hope you did too.”

Chan blushed, turning back to Wonwoo rather hesitantly. “Surprisingly, I did. Hope I can live up to that again for her.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“Thanks. I’ll have to do you a favor sometime…in thanks.”

Wonwoo joined his side, smiling rather cheekily, “I can think of a few ways.”

“If it involves Y/n and you alone, forget it.”

“Actually,” Wonwoo’s hand stung on the patch of skin on Chan’s smooth back, a cool draft hitting the young fairy, “it involves both of you. I’d love to do this again, and again. Maybe exclusively?”

“Are you asking to…be a couple with us, Wonwoo?”

The pirate chuckled at Chan’s innocent phrasing before landing a chaste kiss on his cheek, earning a look of shock on the fairy’s face, and getting up, his flaccid cock hanging in the cold air as naturally as if it were caveman times. “Think on it, insect, and if you’ll need me, I’ll be in the shower. A wet towel will certainly not be enough to get me clean.”

Wonwoo trodded off to the restroom across from Chan’s room and he leaves the door wide open. Chan feels like all the oxygen has been sucked out of his lungs, pondering the inexplicable words from another man he never imagined he would actually hesitate on and then there’s the sound of running water, following the low groan of Wonwoo reacting to its heat. Chan takes a deep exhale before deciding and it takes a total of two seconds for him to get up, walk through that bathroom door, and closed it behind him.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 146 - Adulting

Xander wakes up early and starts making breakfast for the family. It's his birthday today, but he doesn't really like making a fuss over his own birthday, so they're going to celebrate later just as a family.

Ophelia comes downstairs only to see her husband beat her to breakfast.

Ophelia: Aww, no fair. I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.

Xander: I'm gonna be an old man, babe, I gotta get used to waking up on time to get the Early Bird Special now.

Ophelia: Stop it! You're going to be an adult, not an elder.

She leans in close to whisper something.

Ophelia: And your back better not start hurting after you age up, because my gift for you tonight involves a lot of… physical activity.

Maybe aging up isn't so bad…

Gemma is working hard on her gift to her dad. She was going to use her tooth fairy money to buy him a gift, but he insisted she save that for herself. He never said she couldn't make him anything, though!

The kids eventually come down for breakfast.

Jaden: Happy birthday, Dad! My first scout meeting is today, but it's okay if I can't go. I don't wanna miss anything

Xander: Don't worry, short-stack, the meeting's only two hours. I don't think I'll wither away to dust, I can wait.

After breakfast, Xander works on crawling with Wren, who doesn't seem to be enjoying it nearly as much as he is.

Jaden checks on his Llama Scout board and realizes he's done enough to earn his first badge, the Scholarly Aptitude badge, and his first promotion to Griffon Scout!

Jaden's off to his first Scout meeting!

Ophelia finishes up Xander's birthday cake shortly after, and gets a bit sentimental looking at old pictures of them together. She's grateful he's stuck by her side all these years and can't wait to spend many more with her soulmate.

Jaden will be back from his meeting soon, so Ophelia goes upstairs to tell everyone they can start celebrating soon.

Gemma: We'll be right down, Mom, I wanna give Dad his gift!

Ophelia: You've got plenty of time, I'll leave you to it!

Xander: You didn't have to get me anything, Gemma.

Gemma: I made it myself!

Xander opens the gift and sees a drawing of an elephant. That's his favorite animal! Gemma must have asked Ophelia, because he doesn't remember telling her.

Xander: You're the best, Muffin. Thank you.

Jaden runs in once he's dropped off, excited to tell his mom about his first meeting.

Jaden: I made so many friends, Mom!

Ophelia: You, a lovable angel, making friends? Color me surprised.

Jaden: Haha, Mooooom!

Ophelia: Okay, okay. Tell me about these new friends.

Jaden babbles off a few names, but one sticks out in particular.

Jaden: -And I even made friends with the bigger kids! There's Tommy, he's really nice, and…

Tommy? Hector and Tiff Laurent's son is named Tommy… Well, she supposes it's a common name. Might not be that Tommy.

Before candle time, Xander chats with his wife.

Xander: This is it. Take a good look. My old man started going bald as an adult.

Ophelia: Probably because he was dealing with you!

The two share a kiss, and Xander knows he's ready for this next chapter of his life.

Happy birthday to our Generation One spouse!

The whole family celebrates as Xander becomes a full-fledged adult.

New life stage, new haircut (finally)!

Xander's very close to achieving his life goal of becoming a master mixologist, now will be a good time for him to finish that goal before Gemma's generation takes over!

Speaking of mixology, after the kids filled up on cake and sugar-crashed straight into bed, Xander makes some juice for him and his wife. He loves being a mixologist and creating new drinks that Sims can make memories with, but these quiet nights with Ophelia are the best.

Ophelia: This tastes amazing, sweetie. And you look amazing too. You just keep getting better with age, like a fine nectar.

Xander: Well it'd be pretty bad if I got worse at my life aspiration AND got uglier.

Ophelia: For a self-assured Sim, you sure can't take a compliment.

The two talk into the night, reminiscing about the past ten or so years of their lives together. Ophelia's kleptomaniac trait of the past is something she's glad she left behind, but it led to their woohoo partnership, which lead to all this. Ophelia doesn't regret a second.

Don't think Ophelia forgot about her own gift. She leads Xander upstairs and tells him not to look as she wraps… or rather, unwraps… his present.

Xander's getting himself hyped. Don't break a hip, old man!

Ophelia: Okay, I'm ready.

Xander turns around, and he certainly can't say he's disappointed.

Ophelia sometimes feels insecure about her stretchmarks, but even she knows she looks damn good tonight.

Xander: What a pretty little package… You did such a good job wrapping my gift, I almost hate to tear it off.

Ophelia: No you don't. No get over here, tiger.

The two fall onto the bed between hungry kisses, hardly taking a breath.

Ophelia: Nice to see your libido hasn't slowed down.

Xander: With you looking like that, how could it?

Ophelia: Happy birthday, Xander. You're the best thing to ever happen to me.

Xander: Well, you're the best thing to ever happen to me, so I guess we're even. Now let me get a slice of that lemon cake.

Fresh!

What a way to end a birthday!

Looks like in his old age, Xander needed to grab a pillow for support. Hey, whatever works!

[roseonne]

this might have already been better said before but i think izana being half filipino could be the reason why family has so much of an emotional (and at some point, existential) impact on him. filipinos are known to be very family-oriented, having this deep attachment to the people they either: 1. are blood related to, or 2. consider to be their 'chosen family', regardless of biological relation.

in izana's case, being the son of parents who are unknown to, and are no longer with him, there seems to be this inexplicable longing for a relative—specifically, an older brother—to experience growing up in true delinquent fashion, create lasting memories of the shenanigans they'd get themselves into, and ultimately share a familial bond with. so, after having been convinced not only through his genuine words but backed up by his consistent actions as well that shinichiro is indeed the older brother he so desires, and eventually discovering for himself that he shares not a single drop of blood to any member of the sano household, to say, "he was utterly shattered," would still very much be an understatement.

that's why i just cannot stress how important s-62 is to him. sure, he calls them his slaves, but that doesn't change the fact that he still granted their request of being their leader. he could've easily turned them down by beating them all up even more. he didn't, though. because s-62 is izana's greatest treasures. s-62 chose him; and he returned the sentiment with everything he had. which made taking all those bullets in kakucho's (and tenjiku's) place a whole lot more meaningful, painful, and worthwhile.

in the end, all i can say is he deserves the happy ending he is now rightfully living in the final, perfect timeline. to every orphan out there who dreams for someone they can call their 'family', izana and co's tenjiku is the fairy godparents who will make that wish come true.

long story short, izana's outlook on his family is such an intriguing and trauma-inducing material to slide under a microscope at 3am. although it is not 3am where i live as i type this, it sure is still a great day to appreciate what a colorful journey he's embarked on.

anyways, happy birthday, king!

[colesstar]

Tell me about land of the stories

FUCK OKAU SO- (also read the tags :33)

theres these twins - Alex and Connor, their dad used to own a bookshop but then he died close to their birthday i think? Its been a while since ive last read the wishing spell which is a but sad. Their mums a nurse but obviously they dont get paid enough (still true now aswell !!) so they had to move into a smaller house. They have a grandmother too she’s important. OKAY SO ALEX - She’s like your smart kid who nobody likes because shes smart which is lowkey kinda sad i love her shes also canonically autistic because i said so btw. ANYWAYS uhm when she was younger her dad would be the one who told her stories to cheer her ip when she was bullied he was really sweet i love mr bailey. She likes fairy tales too brw and is also the type to get excited over encyclopaedias im just waffling but you get the jist

CONNER !! - He is on the opposite hes ig the “funny type” in class theyre in like sixth grade i think? Falls asleep in class yknow that kinda guy hes really sweet tho because despite that he’s sort of always thinking about the people around him that he loves like in An authors odyssey (fifth book i believe) when they travel into his short stories you see how hes got multiple characters based off of his mum and then you see him being happy for Alex whenever she’s genuinely happy its sweet honestly uhm this could be more comprehensible sorry its 1;19 rn

OKAY SO THE WISHING SPELL (book 1)

soo on their twelfth of thirteenth i cant remember birthday their grandma gives them an old fairy tale book, very sentimental the book was always read to the twins as kids when they visited their grandma its lime a happy place. ANYWAYS uhm alex accidentally falls into the book because its actually a MAGIC book and they land in the middle of a ROAD *dun dun DUNNN* in the woods they see a wanted sign for goldilocks i think or that happens later on in the book then they meet a GIANT FROG who they call Froggy i live him btw hence the name @froggysstar of my dead tlos blog. And they ask him if theres anyway homehe tells them about a journal he once found and they follow the journal essentially to find a way home. It tells them about the wishing spell which is made up of the “main objects” of ur famous fairytales because did i mention that theyre in the FAIRY TALE WORLD now. But the main characters of these fairytales are like royalty so that is NOT an easy task. The evil queen from sbow white is there she has a really interesting backstory. Thats like an overview theres more that happens theres six books and there is SO much more to the wishing spell i could talk about but my arms hirt so that is for ANOTHER DAY !!

also its getting too long if i said anything thay is actually INCORRECT please correct me

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 6: Cold Winter's Light

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 3080

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: Today’s story was my 2017 CSSS gift for @treluna2. At the time it was written, it was a future fic about CS and the Charmings celebrating the traditional Enchanted Forest holiday, Winter’s Light. A visitor they were not expecting shows up during one of the worst blizzards Storybrooke had ever seen. Happy Holidays!

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December, 2028

“Have I ever told you the story of your birth, Ava mine?” Killian asked as he sat beside his daughter’s bed on the night before her tenth birthday.

“Daddy!” Ava laughed joyously.  “You tell me that story every year on my birthday.”

“Ah, well you must indulge an old man his sentimentality, little love,” Killian said, the wrinkles beside his eyes crinkling merrily as he smiled adoringly down at the little blonde.  “It was, after all one of the best—and the most terrifying nights of my life.”

“Ok daddy,” Ava conceded, “you can tell the story again.”

“Settle in,” Killian said, tucking the covers securely around his little girl, “and prepare yourself for a thrilling tale.  You were born in the midst of the worst blizzard Storybrooke has ever seen…”

Emma leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smiling indulgently at her little family.  Killian certainly knew how to tell a good story.  He also had a flare for dramatics…and a tendency to turn any story into something of a tall tale.  Every time he told the story of their daughter’s birth the blizzard got worse, the snow got higher, the winter wind got colder, the danger became greater, his heroics became more daring.  At this rate, by the time Ava was 30, that particular Winter’s Light would be remembered as a life and death experience for everyone present.

Emma remembered it a little differently, although even the true story was something of a thrilling tale.

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December 2018

Emma collapsed on the sofa, wondering idly if she’d ever be able to get up again.  She felt roughly the size of a beached whale, and getting up from a soft, comfortable couch without help was quite the feat.

She felt a feisty kick, and rubbed her extended belly with a smile.  “I’m so not going to miss you kicking the crap out of me all day every day, kid.”

“The little lass giving you trouble today, Swan?” Killian asked, sitting on the other side of the sofa and massaging her aching feet.

“Not more than usual,” Emma said, “although I’ve been feeling more of those ‘practice’ contractions today than I have in the past.  It’s just that she never stops moving.  And I’m tired.  And my back aches.  And I’m as big as a house.  And I’m just soooooo over this whole pregnancy thing.”

Killian leaned over and kissed her gently.  “It won’t be long now, love.  Your strength and resilience throughout all these months of being with child never ceases to astound me, and I assure you I’ve never found you more beautiful or desirable.”

She shot him a skeptical look.

“Perhaps you’d fancy a proof of just how much I want you still,” he said with a wicked raise of one eyebrow. 

She laughed.  “Tempting, but you know we have to be over at my parents’ farm in twenty minutes for their Winter’s Light party.”

A couple years after they’d defeated the Black Fairy and restored peace to Storybrooke, Snow had suggested, as part of the town’s “living our happy beginning” initiative, that the residents of Storybrooke return to some of their old Enchanted Forest traditions.  The biggest and most beloved, apparently was the holiday called Winter’s Light, which occurred on December 22.

“You see,” Snow explained to Emma, “the winter solstice is on the 21st.  It’s the shortest day of the year, so the 22nd starts the return of the light.”

“So…you have a whole holiday dedicated to it?” Emma asked.

“Yeah,” Snow said, “and it’s the best day of the year!”

“So what exactly does one do on Winter’s Light?  What kind of traditions make it the best day ever?”

Killian smiled, excited as a child.  “There’s a candle lighting ceremony, where all the candles in the house are illuminated (perhaps the custom could be modernized here in the Land Without Magic to include the electric lights you are so fond of).  The youngest child in the household lights the first candle, and then everyone sings carols of the light.”

“And there are the gifts of light, of course,” David said.  “In the evening, family and friends gather together and give each other gifts to thank them for the light they bring into their lives.”

“It really is a heartwarming tradition,” Snow concluded.  “So what do you say, Emma?  Do you think we should revive Winter’s Light?”

“Sounds like a great idea to me!”

And it was.  In the years since the tradition had been restored, Winter’s Light slowly became Emma’s favorite holiday, the day of the year she looked forward to every year.

“I suppose you’re right, love,” Killian said, getting to his feet and offering a hand to his wife.  “Your mother would not thank us for keeping them waiting.”

“No she wouldn’t!” Emma laughed.  “Besides, I think there’s snow in the forecast for tonight.  I’d rather get to the farm before that gets all ramped up.”

It was a bit of a smaller gathering for Winter’s Light this year than in times past.  Ever since Anton’s magic bean farm business got off the ground, a lot of the town opted to go back to the Enchanted Forest for Winter’s Light.  Emma and Killian arrived at the Nolan farm just as the first snowflakes began to fly, and were enthusiastically welcomed by Emma’s parents and little brother, Granny, Leroy and Archie.

“Where are the rest of your dwarf brothers?” Emma asked after receiving a cup of Winter’s Light punch from her mother.

Leroy rolled his eyes.  “Had a bit of a falling out this morning,” he said.  “Seems the others decided I was too ‘grumpy’ to spend the holiday with.  Decided to go back to the Enchanted Forest and leave me here.”

“Whatever would give them that notion?” Killian asked in mock surprise.

“Watch it, pirate!  I’ve got my eyes on you!”

“I’m positively quaking in my boots,” Killian assured.

Emma laughed, playfully shoving Killian in the opposite direction.  “You keep antagonizing him, there may be bloodshed.  The look in his eyes…ooh.”

Emma clutched at her belly.

“Swan!  Are you well, love?” Killian asked, moving her gently to the sofa.

She waved him off, breathing deeply.  “It’s fine, babe.  Don’t worry about it.  Just a little contraction.”

“Shall I call Whale?” he asked.  “You’ve been getting your pains more and more frequently all day.”

“No, no, don’t bother him,” Emma said.  “It’s passing now.  Besides, I’m not due for another week.  If I take it easy, I should be fine.”

Killian looked at her skeptically for another moment, before nodding, still looking as though he was not entirely convinced of her statements.

The festivities were well under way when the small group got their first inklings that they might be in trouble.  Not only had the snow picked up, but so had the wind.  Emma glanced out the window to see nothing but unrelenting white.  “Wow, it’s really coming down out there,” she said.  “I can’t see two feet past your porchlight, Dad.  You think one of us should go on patrol to make sure everyone’s weathering the storm alright?”

“Well if one of us does, it’s not going to be you, honey,” David said, giving her a concerned look.  “You’re in no condition to work this close to your due date.  Killian told me you’ve been having contractions all day.  Maybe instead of patrolling the town, we ought to try to get you to the hospital.”

“Killian is an over-protective mother hen,” Emma said.  “He’d have wrapped me in bubble wrap and confined me to bed for the entire pregnancy if he could have.  I’m fine Dad.  There’s nothing to be concerned ab….ooof!”

This time the contraction hit her so hard and fast she doubled over, panting.  She hadn’t remembered pre-labor pains being quite this intense when she had Henry.  Maybe…maybe her husband and her dad had a point.

“Emma!” David shouted, grabbing her arm to keep her upright just as Emma felt a gush of water flow from her.  Okay, they definitely had a point.  If her freaking water had just broken it was time to get to the hospital.  ASAP.

David settled Emma onto the couch, propping up her feet, and then went off in search of Killian.  There was suddenly a whirlwind of activity in the old farm house, as everyone prepared to move the party to the hospital waiting room.

Granny packed away the food and put it in the refrigerator.  Snow grabbed Emma’s spare overnight bag that she’d packed for the hospital.  (Emma had been prepared for any eventuality, packing an overnight back at home and another at her parents’).  David and Killian rushed outside to scrape off the truck and get it ready for maternity transport.  Archie sat with Emma, coaching her through breathing exercises.  

And Leroy ran through the house shouting “The baby!  She’s COMING!!!!!!”

“Hey, can you grab my phone?” Emma asked Archie, panting through the pain of another contraction.  “Need to give Whale the heads up.”

Archie complied, but when Emma turned the phone on…nothing happened.

“Must be the storm,” Granny said.  “Must have knocked out cell service.  I guess we’re just lucky that the electricity hasn’t gone out yet.”

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Leroy glared at Granny.  “You just had to open your big mouth, didn’t you?”

“Don’t panic!” Snow said, making her way into the living room, an arm full of candles and matches in tow.  “It’s Winter’s Light, remember!  I’ve got enough candles to light up this house like the fourth of July.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway,” Emma panted, clutching her middle.  “We’ll be off to the hospital any minute anyway.”

Emma heard the front door open, and then her dad and her husband trudged in looking sober.  “I don’t think any of us are going anywhere tonight,” David said, as Killian began pacing.  “We’ve got a full-blown blizzard going on out there.  Killian and I nearly got lost just going from the front door to the truck.  We try to make our way to town, we just get stranded and risk freezing to death.”

Emma felt a weight in the pit of her stomach that had nothing to do with the contractions that were suddenly coming faster and with more intensity.  “Are you telling me I’m going to have to have this baby here?  Without a doctor?  Or an epidural?”

Killian got to his knees beside the couch and took her hand, looking reassuringly into her eyes.  “Swan, I know this isn’t ideal.  I know this isn’t how we hoped this birth would take place, but you can do this!  We, all of us, will help you.”

Another contraction ripped through her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from yelling out.  Still, Killian’s hand was warm and solid in hers.  Her mother was bustling around, preparing a bed in the spare room to be used as the birthing chamber, and Archie was heading to the kitchen, stating his intention to start boiling water.

“Why the hell would we need boiled water?” Granny asked, rolling up her sleeves and preparing to wade into the fray, as it were.

“I don’t know,” Archie said, “but it’s what people always do in movies when someone goes into labor and they’re not near a hospital.”

It was crazy and chaotic, but somehow Emma found it all comforting, even in the midst of her pain and fear.

“Perhaps we’d best hail Whale on the talking phone?” Killian suggested.

David shook his head.  “’Fraid that won’t help us at this point.  If we can’t get out, Whale won’t be able to get in.”

“Besides,” Granny said, helping Emma to her feet and into the spare room, “it’s Winter’s Light.  I guarantee you Whale’s drunk off his ass.  He wouldn’t be any help to us tonight even if it was a balmy seventy-five degrees.”

“So who exactly is going to deliver my baby?” Emma asked, hearing a touch of hysteria in her own voice.

“Well, I’ve never done it before,” Grumpy said, “but I’ve been around when Doc did it.  I could get up in there and see what’s going on if you need me.”

Killian glared.  “You, dwarf will keep your bloody mitts away from my wife’s nether regions.”

“Well maybe if you’d done the same we wouldn’t be in this situation right now, would we?” Leroy shot back.

“What I do with my wife within the confines of our bedroom is our business, and I will not discuss it…”

“Alright guys, enough,” Granny said, slashing the air.  “Look, I’m a diner owner, not a midwife, but I’ve assisted a delivery or two.  I’ve got this covered.  Now everyone clear out.  Snow and I will help Emma into something more comfortable, and if we need you, we’ll let you know.”

And thus began the longest and most painful night of Emma’s life.  The pains followed one on top of another, washing over her in waves of agony.  “How the hell did you do this without any pain meds when I was born, mom?”

Snow smoothed a cold cloth over her forehead, crooning soothingly to her.  “It wasn’t easy, but I promise you, you’ll get through this.  It’ll all be over soon, and then you’ll have your brand new baby girl in your arms.  Focus on that.  It’ll make the pain a bit more manageable.”

Finally, as the first rays of the sun began to rise, Emma heard the most beautiful words Granny had ever uttered.  “I see the head!  Won’t be long now.  Just a few more good pushes!”

Good thing too.  Emma didn’t think she’d ever been so exhausted.  “Mom, could you get Killian.  He’ll want to be here for his daughter’s birth.”

“Of course, honey,” Snow said, smoothing Emma’s sweaty hair from her forehead and kissing her gently.  “We’ll be back in just a moment.”

Killian had, of course, been by Emma’s side from the first, coaching her, encouraging her, enduring the way she crushed his hand as her contractions hit, apologizing profusely for the pain he was causing her.

“Would you just stop,” Emma finally said after around the fifteenth agonized apology.  “We both wanted this baby, and we were both there when she was conceived.  You aren’t hurting me any more than I’m hurting myself.”

Finally, sometime around three in the morning, Snow had prevailed upon Killian to go get some sleep.  “You’ll be needed when the baby’s born, Killian.  I promise I’ll find you if anything changes, but for right now there’s nothing more you can do.”

Emma breathed through one more contraction as Killian burst through the door, taking his seat at her bedside.  “Swan!  Your mother says it’s nearly time.”

“Yeah,” Emma said, as she felt another contraction ramp up.  “I don’t know if I can do this, Killian.  I’m so tired and it hurts so damn much and it just won’t stop.”

“Listen to me darling,” Killian said, looking deeply into her eyes.  “You can do this!  You’re nearly there, love, and you’ve endured the night beautifully.  You’re bloody brilliant, amazing Swan, and there’s nothing you cannot do.  Just a few more pushes.”

“Hold me,” Emma bit out as Granny instructed her to push.

Killian dutifully sat behind her, holding her in his arms, whispering encouragement and praise.  Despite the pain and exhaustion, Emma felt herself relax and focus.  Killian seemed to be pouring his own strength into her, giving her exactly what she needed.

He always knew how to give her exactly what she needed.  From the first day they’d met.  He was her strength, her anchor, her true love and her joy.  Emma felt the tears gather in her eyes, overwhelmed with the emotion of the moment.  She was about to give birth to a baby who was so very wanted, so very loved, and she was going through the whole process with her husband and her parents at her side.  It was something the lost girl had never before thought she’d have.

Finally, with one last push, Ava made her way into the world.  As soon as her airways had been cleared, she let out a strong, outraged cry, as though displeased to suddenly find herself in this bright, cold, open world. Emma smiled in wonder as the lights flickered and then came back on just as Ava finished her cry.

“Swan,” Killian said in wonder, “it would appear our daughter, the product of our true love, has magic just as strong as her mum’s.”

Emma chuckled tiredly.  “Seems that way, babe.”

After a moment of waiting, Emma collapsed back against Killian as Granny finished bathing the baby and wrapped her securely in a blanket.

“Well,” Emma asked.  “Is she okay, Granny?”

Granny turned around and passed the tiny pink bundle into her mother’s waiting arms.  “She’s more than okay,” Granny said, the emotion evident in her voice.  “She’s perfect.  Absolutely perfect.  Congratulations mom and dad!”

Half an hour later, after Emma and the room had been set to rights and Emma had been tucked comfortably into the spare room bed, she lay within the circle of Killian’s arms, tiny Ava Alice held in her arms.

“Are you happy, Killian?” she asked, smiling up at him.

He reached down and ran one tiny finger gently across little Ava’s silky cheek.  A single tear made its way down his face.  “Swan, happy doesn’t even approach it, nor overjoyed, nor ecstatic.  Look at the miracle we produced between us.  She’s perfect, a tiny wonder, already the light of my life.  Thank you for the best Winter’s Light gift any man could ever be given.”

Careful not to disturb her daughter’s slumber, Emma leaned up and kissed him gently.  “Thank you for giving her to me.  Killian we’re a family now!  The only thing that could have made this moment better is if Henry could be here with us.”

“And he will be again, Swan,” Killian assured.  “One day he’ll find his own happy ending and return.  We’re a family after all, and we always, always will be.”

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[findmeinthespacebetween]

OCs [ L-Z]

[ A-K ]

Name: Lani of Atlantica

Story: One Foot In The Sea (And One On The Shore)

Parents: Melody

Face claim: Madelaine Petsch

Love interest: Harry Hook

Name: Lawson Henry

Story: Impossible Dreams

Parents: Lawrence

Face claim: Milo Manheim

Love interest: Evie

Summary: Every VK had the same complaints about the Isle — terrible parents, terrible resources, they’d never broken the law, every day was a battle for survival, you get the idea. But Lawson Henry had another complaint. He was lonely. He may have been a part of Mal’s crew in the loosest of terms, an insignificant ally whose father was only a henchman. But he was alone, forgotten. He never expected that to change, until a letter came from Auradon. Mal, Jay, Evie, and Carlos would be going to Auradon Prep, the children of the four most feared villains on the Isle — alongside Lawson Henry, son of a bumbling servant who failed his only job.

He’s sure that it’s a mistake. He’s sure that he’ll get to Auradon and they’ll tell him that they got it wrong, that they wanted a real VK. Someone smart, someone powerful, someone like Uma or Harry or Celia. Instead he’s greeted by an overenthusiastic not-princess, whose own mother was one tricked into almost marrying his father.

Name: Lovetta Garou

Story: Untitled

Parents: Big Bad Wolf

Face claim: Kaitlyn Dever

Love Interest: Ben

Name: Lucette LeFou

Story: The Wrong Monster

Parents: LeFou

Face claim: Giorgia Whigham

Love Interest: Harry Hook & Uma

Name: Mae

Story: Untitled

Parents: Fairy Godmother

Face claim: Danielle Rose Russell

Name: Maisie

Story: Who Is The Monster (And Who Is The Man)

Parents: Esmerelda & Phoebus

Face claim: Medalion Rahimi

Name: Maria Frollo

Story: Long Live the Queen

Parents: Claude Frollo

Face claim: Elle Fanning

Love Interest: Harry Hook

Summary:  Maria Frollo hated her father.  It wasn’t an uncommon sentiment on the Isle, but it was still true.  She hated him.  More than she’d ever hated anyone.  Lucky for her, she met Queenie and Helena in the marketplace one day and found herself being taken under their wings.  She knows that she isn’t tough, not like they all, but if there’s one thing she learned from her father, it was how to rain hellfire down on her enemies.

Name: Marnie Hood

Story: Civility

Parents: Robin Hood & Maid Marian

Face claim: Abigail Cowen

Summary:  Rowan Hood never wanted to leave Sherwood Forest. And why would she? She loved her life there, it was all perfect. She had her family and she had her freedom, what more could anyone want? But unfortunately for her, not everyone was as happy about it as she was. And just before her sixteenth birthday, in one of his last decrees as king, the Beast King made a proclamation. In exchange for their freedom within the forest, the people of Sherwood Forest would have to send one child — Robin Hood’s own daughter — to Auradon Prep.

Forced out of her home and into a school where no one pretended to want her around, Rowan had to adapt. She started going by her middle name, Marnie. She stopped running around barefoot. She stopped climbing up to the roofs of the school. She bided her time, waiting until she could leave. But when Prince Ben brings over a new group of students, she finds that her time may have come sooner than expected.

Name: Mireya Madrigal

Story: Waiting On A Miracle

Parents: The Miracle / Candle

Face claim: Isabela Moner

Name: Myra Frollo

Story: Hellfire

Parents: Claude Frollo & Cinderella

Face claim:  Emma Myers

Name: Nasira

Story: Untitlted

Parents: Raya & Namaari

Face claim: Natasha Liu Bordizzo

Name: Natalia Of Maldonia

Story: Untitled

Parents: Tiana & Naveen

Face claim: Sofia Wylie

Name: Nerina Sparrow

Story: Untitled

Parents: Jack Sparrow

Face claim: Anya Taylor Joy

Name: Nerissa

Story: Untitled

Parents: Pixie Hollow

Face claim: Savannah Lee May

Love interest: Chad Charming

Name: Nettie Tremaine

Story: Untitled

Parents: Anastasia Tremaine & The Baker

Face claim: Peyton Elizabeth Lee

Name: Noelle of Arendelle

Story: Only Love, Only Hate

Parents: Elsa

Face claim:  Kiernan Shipka

Love Interest: Ben

Name: Ophelia

Story: To Be Or Not To Be

Parents: The Enchantress

Face claim:  Kaylee Bryant

Love Interest: Ben & Evie

Summary: Before Prince Ben’s proclamation, no one had ever left the Isle Of The Lost. No one, except for Ophelia. The daughter of the Enchantress, a being made of pure magic, she was everything that the Beast-King hated, the very danger that the Isle was meant to contain. But as the only child of the most powerful villain, she was a valuable bargaining chip for Auradon; a way to ensure that the villains never tried to escape.

And so Ophelia grew up in Auradon, always excluded for her parentage, never belonging and always knowing that the Beast-King could have her killed at any moment. Still, there was one silver lining to life as a hostage: Prince Ben of Auradon. Where everyone else looked at her and saw a future villain, Ben saw a girl in need of a friend. Growing up side by side in the castle, the two had always been inseparable, despite his parents’ strong objections.

But when Ben brings four more kids over from the Isle, Ophelia finds herself unsure of who she wants to be. The villain that Auradon expected her to be, or the hero that Ben believed she could be.

Name:  Queenie Hearts

Story: Long Live the Queen

Parents: The Queen Of Hearts

Face claim: Madison Davenport

Love interest: Helena

Summary: First there was Mal, then there was Uma.  Mal had defected, turned good, abandoned the kids on the isle who desperately needed her help.  Uma’s martyr complex and desperation had long since outweighed her ability to come up with a real plan.  But someone needed to protect the children, needed to keep the major villains in line, needed to run the Isle with an iron first.  And that person is going to be Queenie, no matter the cost.  And if anyone objects to her revolution, well, off with their heads.

Name: Raina Gold

Story: Deal With The Devil

Parents: Rumplestiltskin

Face claim: Katie Douglas

Love Interest: Harry Hook ( poly sea three? )

Name: Raisa Rasputin

Story: Bury A Friend

Parents: Rasputin

Face claim: Sophia Anne Caruso

Name: Rini Bing

Story: Untitled

Parents: Ringmaster

Face claim: Jenna Ortega

Ship: Carlos De Vil

Name: Robin Fitzherbert

Story: Untitled

Parents: Rapunzel, Cassandra, Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Face claim: Natalia Dyer

Name: Roisin Spriggins

Story: Untitled

Parents: Red Riding Hood & Jack The Giant Slayer

Face claim: Sadie Sink

Name: Rosabelle Legume

Series: Anti-Hero Series

Story: A Rose By Any Other Name; Kiss With A Fist; You Should See Me In A Crown

Parents: Gaston Legume

Face claim:  Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Prince Ben; Harry Hook; eventual Ben & Harry

Summary: There were many reasons that Rosabelle Legume didn’t want to go to Auradon: the Beast might have her executed, she didn’t want to leave her big brother, her crew needed her, and she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Harry or to whatever relationship they had.  But there was one very good reason for her to leave: it would get her away from Gaston.  So she packs her bags and goes to Auradon with Mal and her gang - fine, whatever, she’d help them get the wand and everything would be fine.  But she wasn’t expecting to need to get close to Prince Ben to do it, and now Ro has an even bigger choice to make: Ben or Harry, Auradon or the Isle, good or evil?

Name: Rylan Fitzherbert

Story: Untitled

Parents: Rapunzel, Cassandra, Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Face claim: Timothee Chalamet

Name: Savina Stromboli

Story: Untitled

Parents: Stromboli

Face claim:  Diana Silvers

Name: Sloane White

Story: Ties That Bind

Parents: Snow White

Face claim:  Odeya Rush

Love Interest: Chad Charming

Name: Taryn Porter

Story: Untitled

Parents: Tarzan & Jane Porter

Face claim:  Kaylee Bryant

Love Interest: Jay

Summary: Let’s make one thing clear, no one wanted Taryn Porter at Auradon Prep.  Well, no one except for Ben, and no one was willing to go against the prince over bringing a civilian to their school.  Her dad grew up in a jungle, raised by apes and her mom was a scientist.  Taryn absolutely, most definitely, did not belong at Auradon Prep alongside children of princes and princesses.  Maybe that’s why, when Ben decides to bring four villain kids to the school, Taryn is the only person who’s genuinely excited about more outcasts joining the student body.

Name: Trina Tremaine

Story: Heartless

Parents: Lady Tremaine

Face claim: Lana Condor

Name: Tristan Of Maldonia

Story: Untitled

Parents: Tiana & Naveen

Face claim:  Jordan Fisher

Name: Violet Kingsleigh

Story: Lavender Haze

Parents: Alice & The Hatter

Face claim: Meg Donnelly

Love Interest: Cian Hearts

Summary: Violet Kingsleigh loved growing up in Wonderland, she really did.  She loved spending mornings in her aunt’s - the queen’s - gardens; she loved fighting lessons with her parents and reading with Absolem; she loved playing with the Tweedles and hide and seek with Chess; and, of course, she adored her dad’s infamous tea parties.  Yes, Violet loved everything about Wonderland.  Especially that it wasn’t in Auradon.  It was perfect.  And then the queen is cursed, and all of Wonderland knows that Auradon is to blame.  But they can’t declare war without proof, so suddenly their young princess is being sent to Auradon prep to investigate.  Violet knows her mission.  Violet is absolutely and entirely focused.  Violet is most definitely not prepared for the boy-king to have invited a group of teenagers from the Isle Of The Lost to start school on the same day as her.

Name: Winnie Pan

Story: Where Dreams Are Born

Parents: Wendy Darling & Peter Pan

Face claim:  Haley Lu Richardson

Love Interest: Harry Hook

Summary: When magic was shut off from Auradon, Neverland was shut away, no one could come or go.  Unfortunately for Peter Pan, he was on the wrong side of that barrier.  Stuck in Auradon with a fully grown Wendy Darling, he had no choice but to grow up, and in fact the vanishing of the magic that had kept him young didn’t just make him age as normal, it pushed him into immediate adulthood.  And with adulthood came children.  A daughter, Winnie Pan.  Winnie was raised on Peter and Wendy’s stories about Neverland and she had long since fallen in love with it.  But it was inaccessible, she’d been told, she could never see it.  And as much as she hated it, she understood.  Until Prince Ben lets four villain children through their barrier into Auradon.  And Winnie has a realization: if one barrier can be taken down, so can the other.  And Winnie Pan will follow the second star to the right to the home she should have had, or she’ll die trying.

Name: Winona Sykes

Story: Untitled

Parents: Bill Sykes

Face claim:  Milly Alcock

[zenasflower]

Flowers For Romance

Flowers have long been entwined with romance, and each flower holds its own symbolic meaning. Some flowers, like the classic rose, are very romantic; other, like the exotic Bird of Paradise, represent soul deep love.

Daffodils represent new beginnings and can be a great gift early in the relationship. Daisy blooms symbolize innocence and purity, and are a great way to show your partner that you care for them.

Roses

Roses are the quintessential flowers for Romance Liverpool, inspiring love and passion. From romantic gestures to surprise bouquets, roses can convey deep sentiments with their timeless beauty and profound meaning.

One of the most common reasons why we associate roses with romance is because of the legend of Aphrodite and Cupid. When the goddess of love discovered that her mortal lover had been murdered, she ran through a rose garden to warn him. In the process, she pricked her ankles on the thorns and her blood turned the roses red.

Lighter hues like baby pink and pastel pink symbolize grace, gentleness, and joy. Orange roses, on the other hand, signify desire, energy, and fascination. They make the perfect gift for a vivacious friend who adds excitement to your life.

Orchids

Orchids are a beautiful flower that symbolises romance. Orchids come in a variety of colours and each colour has its own meaning. Black orchids, for example, can represent mystery and sophistication. They are also said to symbolize elegance and strength. White orchids, on the other hand, are a symbol of purity and innocence.

Yellow flowers are a great way to show your love for someone because they represent friendship and happiness. They can also bring a warm and sunny feeling to the room.

Lisianthus flowers are an elegant and sophisticated floral. They are also known to be the ultimate romantic flower because they symbolize true love and affection. You can pair them with other flowers like roses or tulips to create a stunning bouquet.

Peonies

A fairy-tale favorite, peonies captivate with their stunning color and shape. These blooms are also loaded with fascinating symbolism and curiosities.

Like roses, peonies symbolize love and romance. However, they also convey other sentiments, including innocence and elegance. White and pink peonies symbolize purity, while red blossoms signify wealth, honor, and respect.

Peonies are a wonderful choice for gifts to celebrate milestones, recognize accomplishments, and show appreciation. They’re also a fantastic alternative to traditional red roses for Valentine’s Day or anniversary gifts. They’re even great for a friend who’s feeling under the weather and needs a pick-me-up. These blooms are so uplifting and inspiring that they’re often used in floral arrangements for weddings, birthdays, and anniversaries. They also make excellent garden flowers. They grow to be a large, lush plant that thrives in almost any environment.

Daffodils

A classic, fragrant, and easy-to-grow spring flower, daffodils are a symbol of hope. They thrive in nearly any garden soil, but prefer slightly acidic to neutral and welldraining conditions.

One of the best of Division 2 daffodils, 'Romance' features elegant white flowers with a rose-pink cup. It's also a fast grower and naturalises well. Pair it with a dark-blue hellebore (Helleborus x hybridus) or powder-blue muscari (Muscari armeniacum).

To extend the blooming of your daffodils, cut the stems before they begin to wilt. This will allow them to re-hydrate before you add them to your bouquet. Adding a pinch of sand to the bottom of your vase helps anchor the stems in place and prevent them from flopping over. A light application of slug repellant can help keep slugs away while you wait for the foliage to fade.

Daisy

The daisy, Florists in Liverpool known as Bellis perennis, has long symbolized innocence and happiness. Its simple beauty has inspired many a poetic expression, such as "as fresh as a daisy."

The flower's meaning also varies by culture and the color of the bloom. The daisy is also associated with strength and faith. In fact, the ancient Romans believed that the nymph Belides turned herself into a daisy to protect her purity from Vertumnus' over-zealous pursuit.

Similarly, alstroemerias — or Peruvian Lilies — are known as the flower of friendship and devotion. Send this thoughtful gift to a close friend or family member to show them that you're always there for them. Keep these flowers happy and fresh by keeping them away from sunlight, changing the water regularly, and misting them often.

[wmufranniefabray]

[PRIVATE]

This is a permission statement that you can cuddle me whenever you want to. I might even be encouraging you to do so. Especially just after you've been to the gym, but really I'm more than happy whenever you'd like to. Sam, Sam, Sam...A blanket fort is quite possibly the most adorable idea to ever exist. You're quite the romantic, aren't you? Especially when you consider how wonderful it would be by adding all of the fairy lights inside. Your serial killer probability has reduced to only 20% now after that comment. Can you surf? My parents taught us when we would go to France on holiday. It's a lot of fun. I'm trying to imagine what you were like in High School now, especially if you were on the swim team. Our social circles likely would have been quite similar. First of all, I'm not sure you could ever make me feel trapped. Part of me is absolutely leaping at the chance to spend Spring Break with you, even if it's just to challenge you to a volleyball game, but the other part is very aware that we live together. Wouldn't you want a momentary break so that you don't end up feeling a little worn out from my company? Oh...You don't need to play it cool. I think my attempts at playing it cool halted quite quickly once we spent time together. The last thing I'd want you to feel is that you have to hold back or squash who you are around me. And when you say sweet comments like that, I'm fairly certain all my attempts to play it cool are completely pointless, anyway.

It doesn't freak me out, but thank you for checking. Being comfortable with talking about things of that nature just shows how confident you are within yourself, which is...a little bit of a turn on. Although if we did ever decide to take that step, if possible could I ask that any details remain between us? Well, you've now gone down to 20% but you've made so much progress! When we first met you were hitting 100, so it's a real improvement. A kiss after every word is tempting. Can we compromise with every sentence? I'm sure reading you some of those scenes can be arranged... Maybe you could read to me a comic, sometime? I noticed that you read them but admittedly, I'm a little clueless on how to read them properly when you have to read them backwards.

Well, I'm happy to help write the script if you'd like. You're never hogging our room, don't be silly. I'm going to be away next weekend, too, if you do need a warning in advance. Room service is the best, right?! What did you order?

You would? I wasn't sure whether you'd find that a little strange or not. Out of everyone in my family, she's the one person who I absolutely adore and feel at my happiest with. Do you find that it's hard being so far away from your family? Well, next time I see you, I'll call you a butthead for forgetting your birthday. How's a girl meant to prepare something within less than 12 hours? Rude, Sammy! Can you give me some tips on how to spot that you're being hard on yourself? Or is it just general changes in your personality? I can absolutely tickle you, though, if that's going to help. Laughter is the best distraction. It looks as though my Cheerio's uniform will be having a momentary pause for now, but I appreciate the sentiment.

[Private] If I do get exhausted we can just lay around in our room and cuddle up on one of our beds. Or, and don't laugh too hard at this, I can put together a make shift blanket fort and set up the laptop inside it to have some background movie on. Or music. Right now the top item on my Spring Break list is a beach. I've never gone on my own without family and it'll be nice to just go and drink a beer while I watch the sunset. I plan to attempt surfing, play some volleyball, kill this pale skin with a tan. I used to be on the swim team back in high school. It would be even better if you're there with me but I know that's asking A LOT and I don't want to make you feel you're trapped with me. I didn't send it because I'm trying to play it cool with how much I like you. Which me saying shows how hard playing it cool is. The room was very empty without you here. Even if we were in the middle of our own thing I like to look over and see you. You have such an adorable look on your face whenever you're studying or reading.

Just so you know I'm interested in yours too. I'm also glad you're not freaked out about the sex-related questions. I try my best to not get too graphic when it comes to those things. I love sex and I'm comfortable talking about it but I've always been the kind where I prefer to talk about it with close friends or someone I'm really into. 23%??? Did I go down or did it creep back up?! I haven't kept track! How about a kiss after every word? It'll take 7 days to read a chapter. I have thought about you reading sexy scenes to me while I kiss up your neck...

Just gotta find someone to record this! And to see if Cedes will be down. Annnnnnd to work on a script. hahaha So much goes into making a short film I guess. I don't know how people crank out so many mini stories on TikTok. Yup! I didn't want to hog our room but I got it before I realized you were going away for the weekend. Buuuuut we did get room service which is something we don't have at the dorms.

Frannie...that's such a sweet thing to say. I will LOVE to meet your grandmother. If my folks lived nearby I would offer you to meet them too but they're way over in Tennessee. At least you've met my kid sister and brother. So that's something! Yeah, that voice really is a complete butthead. I've gotta hear you say that word in person because I bet it sounds cute coming out of you. I feel we've been around each other long enough for me to trust your heart's intentions, Frannie. I know you say these things because you actually give a damn and not because I'm just some random who is woe is me-ing. How about if you notice I'm being too hard on myself you tickle me or something? Just to help pull me out of that headspace? For the record, since you brought up teams. I'm Team Frannie all the way. I would put on your Cheerio's outfit and rah-rah just to show how big of a fan I am of yours.

[cheolhub]

LOVER! ⌇KIM NAMJOON ࿐

— PROMPT: love-making with the perfect person in the most perfect place

— PAIRING: namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: established relationship, smut (minors dni)

— WORD COUNT: 2.51k

— WARNINGS: birthday sex <3, lots of love talk, very very corny, LOVE MAKING, heavy praise, heavy use of pet names, brief alcohol consumption, reader is the tinest bit tipsy, breeding kink, possible baby making (?), unprotected sex, exhibitionism (v public sex with no one around), fucking during the sunset, size kink if u squint, u & namjoon being perfect for each other<3

— A. NOTE: 110% self-indulged. happy birthday to my nature fairy tho :( this is kinda all over the place but yeah, i wrote this on a whim cuz it’s a special day in world history <33 not proofread so excuse any mistakes or anything that doesn’t make sense lol

“happy birthday, baby,” you tell him, uncovering his eyes. 

his breath gets caught in his throat when he realizes where the two of you stand. the memory from two years ago feels like yesterday. the one where he coincidentally and almost ironically finds you in the most beautiful, serene place on earth. the place he comes to escape his mind and the horrible things reality and life had to offer him.

it was the same place for you. the place you had gone to read or write or just think without the incessant chatter of people you didn’t want to be around or the negative energy you felt like you were surrounded by. 

it was destined, you thought. you swear you fell in love with him at first glance. his handsome face, apologetic smile, and his deep voice telling you he’s sorry for interrupting.

he knows he fell in love with you the second his eyes fell on you. your presence was comforting and instead of being his usual, shy and awkward self, he found himself gravitating towards you. pulled in by your enticing aura and flawless presence.  

it’s nowhere special, really. nothing extravagant. just a tall hill overlooking a field of tall trees, grass, and an array of various flowers. the sun sets perfectly over the horizon and to you, it’s the most beautiful thing ever. to him, it’s the second. 

he looks at the picnic you have set up and he thinks he could cry, feeling sentimental over the fond memories he’s had with you throughout the years you’ve loved each other. 

“baby…” he whispers, turning to look at your face. the smile that adorns your face is wide, meets your eyes, and makes them crinkle. he knows, at this moment, there is nothing on the earth he could love more than you. 

you take his hand and drag him to the generic, plaid blanket with a small laugh. you have him sit down with you before taking the picnic basket in your hands, taking out soju and some of his favorite foods.

“do… do you like it?” you ask meekly, noticing he hasn’t said anything.

“are you kidding…?” he whispers, placing his hands around your wrists to stop you from digging in the basket. “i love it. so, so much. thank you.” he says, squeezing his hands around you. “how’d you even pull this off without me knowing?”

you blush at the question, “seokjin helped me out a lot with the food and i had jungkook distract you this afternoon while i came and set everything up…” 

he hums breaking out in a wide grin, “hmm, so that’s what you were doing,” he thinks about how jungkook kept talking his ear off all afternoon while they were together. every time he would attempt to leave, jungkook would stop him. “you have no idea how much i missed you, i think jungkook was trying to drive me insane.”

“well, i’ll have to give him my thanks for keeping you occupied,” you joke, giggling softly. “and… i missed you, too, i wanted to spend the entire day with you, but i was really excited about this so i hope you’ll have me for the rest of the evening instead?” you blush.

“i’ll take whatever time you give me, Y/N,”

you nod with a smile.

you both take your time to eat and drink the things you’d come with, laughing and reminiscing on how the two of you had met as if you were straight out of a romance movie, talking about all the times you’d spent together, making jokes about how old the two of you are getting, and before you know it, the sun is starting to set.

after packing everything, but the blanket up, you scoot towards him close enough to where you can feel his body heat. “you know what i love about you, joon?” you ask, a cheeky smile on your face as you feel the soju makes you a little tipsy. 

“what’s that, pretty girl?” he questions, curious to see what you have to say. 

“everything,” you huff. “you’re so perfect.” 

he chuckles, softly shaking his head, “m’ not perfect, baby, but i–”

“you are, though,” you frown, cutting him off. “i know you don’t think so, but everyone else does,” you cup his face, smaller hands splaying across his cheeks and jaw. “you’re so pretty, joonie, it’s not even fair!” you pout. 

he feels his cheeks heat up at the praise, but ignores it, “well, you’re the prettiest, baby,” 

“i love your eyes,” you lean in, pressing a soft kiss onto each of his eyelids, “n’ your soft lips,” a peck on his lips, “n’ your fucking dimples that are so deep it’s probably illegal,” you smile, pressing a kiss to each indention. 

namjoon looks at your sunkissed face in awe, like he can’t believe you’re his. hopefully forever.

“i love you… for everything that you do for me.” you tell him. “for being so unbelievably smart that it actually pisses me off.” you roll your eyes at the thought of his IQ. “for being so kind to people, nature, and animals that it’s heart-wrenching.” he chuckles and you can’t help but smile again. “i love the things you dislike about yourself and love about yourself.”

“pretty girl…” 

“i love when you get passive-aggressive when you’re angry and how you’re the biggest fuckin’ klutz in the world. i love the way you always make me feel better about myself.” you continue, feeling yourself grow emotional in the best way. “i love all of you.”

you kiss him, harder than he would’ve thought you would, diving into him with a sudden sense of need and urgency. namjoon can tell what you need just by the way you open your mouth silently asking for his tongue, but he needs to tell you how he feels about you. 

he pushes you back for a second, looking into your hazy eyes. “my baby…” he mutters, hand moving hair out of your face before staring at you like he’s studying you. “my pretty girl… my angel… you are the most beautiful thing on planet earth.” he whispers, biting back a smile when he sees you pout. “m’ so in love with everything about you and i think i’m the luckiest man on earth to have even met you and offered the pleasures of loving you.”

his words, for some reason, make your stomach churn and you feel your body become consumed with need. all of the love talk has your body weak and desperate. “joonie, i need you…” 

“what do you need, love?”

“need you to make love to me… need you to fuck your love into me,” you tell him breathily. 

his cock hardens at the thought of him fucking you in such an open place, but he needs to ask, “what? here? are… you sure?”

you nod, “yeah, in our place.” you say, pulling up your dress to reveal your blue lace panties. “there’s no one here… and i wouldn’t care if anyone saw anyways.”

namjoon nods, letting out a sharp breath. “c’mere,” he murmurs, hands finding your waist to pull you onto his lap. you giggle, easily finding comfort as you straddle him and wrap your arms around his neck. “you’re so beautiful, yunno that?” he whispers looking at your slightly elevated face with pure admiration.

“you never let me forget…” your cheeks heat up at his heavy gaze and sweet words. 

“damn right, i won’t,” he smiles, flashing his teeth, and you nearly melt to putty in his lap. 

you lean into him, pressing your lips to his once again. he takes the lead as soon as he melts into the kiss. his tongue gently glides against yours, the slight taste of his drink invading your mouth. you moan happily, fingers tugging at the ends of his long, black hair. he groans into your mouth at the sensation, deepening the kiss while his hands rock your hips against his throbbing cock.

you gasp, his dick digging into your soaked core. “fuck,” you whine in his mouth, grinding into him harder and faster as every second passes. “fuck, fuck, fuck, you always make me feel sooo good, joonie,” you pant with your forehead resting on his, words dripping with desperation. 

“me too, baby,” he moans softly, resisting the urge to buck up against you. “soakin’ me through my pants, you really love me that much?” he teases, a tiny lilt to his deep voice. 

you scrunch your eyebrows together as the knot in your stomach tightens, “m-more! love you more than this…” you manage to tell him, eyes squeezing together. “s-so sensitive, baby, don’t wanna cum like this– wanna cum on your cock.” 

he hums, nodding his head. he carefully maneuvers your body, laying you down on the blanket. he takes a second to admire the way you look, splayed out in your dress and a noticeably needy look plastered on your face– fuck, you are so pretty like this, all pliant and hungry for him.

he slips your underwear off and sets it to the side before unzipping his pants to pull his cock out. when your eyes land on him and all of his glory, you can’t help but squirm and whine. he’s so big, you’re surprised you got him to fit inside you every time. that’s not to say it wasn’t a challenge.

his big hand pumps his length, swiping the drooling tip with his thumb. he hisses softly, already feeling sensitive himself. “take a deep breath for me, pretty baby,” he orders, delicately.

you nod, stomach churning at the idea of him filling you up. he swipes his tip up and down your soaked cunt, making you whine and twitch under him. he shushes you lovingly, tell you to relax. finally, he aligns his cock with your dripping hole before gently pushing in. 

you both moan, feeling the undeniable stretch he’s giving you just with the head of his dick. even with the slightly painful stretch, you feel as he continues to slide inside your pussy, you feel yourself sucking him in as you crave him.

namjoon can’t help but let out a loud grunt. your pussy is perfect. his cock slides in deeper and deeper, feeling your warm, velvet walls hug him perfectly. just like he’s meant to be there. 

and when he bottoms out, he bends to hover over your shivering body. 

“suh– s-so b-big, oh my, god,” you whimper, eyes already rolling back. 

he pants at your words, feeling himself twitch against your walls, “'m sorry, baby, but look at how well you’re takin’ me,” he whispers, gaining some type of composure. “suckin’ my cock into your perfect pussy, so fuckin’ good to me, angel.” when he feels you clench around his cock he nearly snaps. “gonna let me make you feel good? gonna let me show you how much i love you?” 

you whine again, nodding your head eagerly, “uh-huh, pl-please!”

he sharply inhales before sliding out of your tight pussy and pushing himself back in with a bit more force. you cry out for him as his bulbous head taps your cervix. your arms snake around to wrap around his neck once more. you pull him closer to you to where your bodies are touching and kiss him. 

he moans into the kiss, before repeating his actions, reveling in how responsive you are to him at this moment. he gives you one last slow thrust before sending you into orbit with a steady, fast-paced rhythm. 

“my pretty baby,” he moans against your lips. “wanna love you forever,” his pace somehow quickens. the sound of his heavy balls smacking against your plush ass and your squeals and moans echo into the empty space around you. 

“fuck!” you cry as a certain stroke has his tip rubbing against your g-spot. “there, joonie!”

he smirks, “yeah? that’s the spot?” he suddenly rams into you again, completely hitting your spot and you finally open your eyes, arching your back into him. 

“yes!” you gasp, feeling him hit again and again and again, never once missing a beat. “yes, yes yes! shit, l-love your cock, baby!”

tears you weren’t aware of stream down your cheeks and you feel a deep, achy pressure in your stomach– you’re close. 

“joon, m’ so close,” you warn, panting as his fat cock plummets in and out of you. 

he presses a kiss to your lips for a split second before lowly saying, “come on, baby. cum for me, cum all over this cock– it’s all yours.”

his deep, gravelly voice shakes you to the core and you can’t hold back. one final thrust and your eyes roll back as you cum, tightly clamping around his cock. your body seizes and you whine out strings of curses and incoherent versions of his name. “fuh– f-fuck!”

“thaaat’s it, angel,” he praises, guiding you through your orgasm, making it all the more powerful. “so pretty, soaked my cock like such a good girl,”

you whine, coming down from your exhilarating high, “n-need your cum inside,”

his cock twitches again and he lets out a loud moan, “you wanna take my cum? pretty girl wants me to give her a baby?”

you moan at his words, clamping over him again. “please, joonie! wanna feel you inside of me, feel you close to me…” you beg. “please give it to me!”

he pants at your words and feels himself getting closer to the edge with every choked syllable that slips past your swollen lips. “gonna fill you up, baby, just the way you want,” he rambles. “gonna bring you back here and marry you, too, fuck, you’d like that?”

his sudden words shock you, yet you still feel another orgasm quickly approaching. “oh fuck, yes yes, want that— need that!”

at your agreement, namjoon nearly whines. the idea of spending the rest of his life with you has him shaking and close to painting every inch of the inside of your cunt white with his cum. 

“all mine forever, yeah?”

“mmm! yes!” you moan, tears of overstimulation form on your lash line and you don’t think you can hold back any longer with his sharp, consistent thrusts. “please cum with me!”

he moans as you clench around him without warning, soaking his cock for the second time within the span of 5 minutes. he cums shortly after with a mantra of your name falling from his lips. with his cock burried deep into your hilt, you feel a heavy load of his cum splatter against your warm, battered walls, filling you up so well. 

“Y/N…” he whines, his cum-coated cock twitching inside of you. 

you relish in the feeling of being stuffed to the brim with his thick cum, practically glowing brighter than the setting sun. you don’t have the strength to give him any words, just to give him a hazy look full of love and admiration, but he knows exactly what you’re saying. 

he gives you a lopsided grin, “i love you, too.”

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[velvetcloxds]

DANCING QUEEN | T.S.

Pairing: dilf!tony stark x plus size!fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: age gap, mamma mia themed birthday party? picture in moldboard does not depict the reader, plus size reader isn't actually mentioned 'tis just for me

Summary: your boyfriend has a bad habit of spoiling you despite your objection and you were a fool to think your birthday would be any different

A/n: listen, I'm nothing if not predictable

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Tony’s eyes hadn’t drifted from your frame from the moment you stepped onto the dancefloor with Wanda. If he were a better man, he would’ve tried to hide that, but he wasn’t and he had no shame in showing the entire tower just how in awe he was of his girl. You were dancing so freely, so wildly, it filled his heart with warmth, knowing how much it took for you to get comfortable around people, and yet here you were with his friends, his family, and you were happy.

Your gaze sifted through the room in phases, finding something new to focus on as songs shifted, from the dozens of disco balls scattering the ceiling, multicolored fairy light hung low enough that you could catch them in your hands, silver tinsel curtains decorating the doorways, theme specific drinks and snacks being led about by waiters- Tony had managed to create the perfect little world for you, only enhanced by the brilliant, though slightly ridiculous, Mamma Mia inspired costumes he had lovingly forced everyone to wear.

He knew you didn’t care much for being spoiled, easily pleased with a small gesture or a loving smile, you needed nothing more than him and his love to make you aware of how important you were to him. But he was partial to treating you occasionally, and your birthday was no better excuse to do so, you deserved nothing but the best, after all.

“There’s my little dancing queen,” he smiled as you strolled over towards him, closing the door to the balcony behind you as you smiled back in a heartbeat. “You having fun?” he asked, your feet barely settling in place before his hand fell to your waist.

“The most,” you admitted with excitement almost oozing from your words, one hand clutching onto his arm as you looked down at your own outfit for the umpteenth time that night, mesmerized by the way the material hugged your curves, pattern matching the one from the movie almost perfectly and you couldn’t quite fathom the work that Tony had to put in to organize what you deemed the perfect night. “I still can’t believe you did this,” you admitted sheepishly, failing miserably at hiding how overwhelmed you were by the grand gesture.

“I don’t see why, you know that I’d do anything to see that pretty smile,” he mused, and you would’ve melted right there had he not placed down his drink to show you he had more to say. “Speaking of- “he began, a small smirk tugging at his lips while he held you still, hand searching his pants pocket for something. “Gift time,” he noted and pulled a folded envelope from the confines of the material.

“Gift time? You mean the party wasn’t my gift?” your brows furrowed, knowing he’d understand the sentiment behind your shock as you looked between the white paper and his face. He pulled you closer, as if trying to silently calm your lecturing nerves as you sighed lightly.

“I’m offended that you'd think that,” he teased and shrugged when you met his gaze with a soft frown. “Don’t look at me like that, I want to do something nice for my girl, is that not allowed?”

“You’ve already done something far beyond nice for me, Tony, I can’t accept this.”

“You don’t know what it is yet, silly girl,” he protested and tilted his head, almost to challenge you to try and fight him on spoiling you today of all days, which for all intents and purposes, was his free pass. “Open the envelope, sweetheart,” he insisted with a little nod as he gently forced it into your hands, all your fingers working together to open it as you sighed lightly, nearly swallowing said sighs as you pulled the contents out.

“Tony-“you gasped, eyes growing larger, if possible, as you reread the boldly printed words over and over again, just to be sure. “Are these?” your heart was pounding in your ears, excitement getting the better of you as you felt your objection to Tony’s shenanigans floating from your body.

“Two tickets to Greece? They were the last time that I checked,” he replied with that signature hint of arrogance as he looked down at you, your mind too busy processing the meaning behind the two pieces of paper to notice him pulling you closer towards him.

“Are you asking me to go to Greece with you? For two weeks? Tony, I don’t know what to say,” you were briefly made aware of two hands as they snaked around your waist and spread out across the small of your back, Tony’s smirk dipping into a smile at your state.

“Say yes,” his hands tugged you against his chest, your breathing meshing with his as warmth strangled your neck and cheeks, having to bite back a laugh at his boldness, at his uncharacteristic spontaneity with your relationship.

“It’s the middle of the semester,” you protested, more so reminding him that normal people can’t just drop everything and go on vacation because their boyfriends wanted to do something nice for them.

“I’ll make arrangements,” he noted, and you were instead reminded that Tony Stark was not a normal person, and by default, neither were you.

“And the Avengers? You cannot make arrangements to postpone crime.”

“I figure the bunch of them could survive a few days without me.”

“Tony, I don’t think I’ve even stayed at the tower for this long,” you turned shy at that, feeling his gaze turn soft as well as his hands moved up your back to secure you further in his hold, hoping that the touch would distract you from your nerves instead of adding to them.

“We’ll set some boundaries,” he promised, less cocky, more understanding as he nodded to reply to your uncertain stare, raking his eyes over your features to figure out what else you were thinking, what else you would find as an excuse, but he was happy to find none, you looking down at your hands instead, where your fingers traced the details of your trip. “Just say yes already.”

“You’re crazy,” you informed him with a shake of your head, earning a gentle laugh from his lips, the sounds vibrating through your body as you gave in to his hold completely.

“Only for you, baby,” he sighed and brought a hand to your face, thumb, and forefinger gripping your chin to guide you to look at him. “Say yes,” he repeated, and you had no control over your body as it leaned into his touch, your faces inches apart as his warm, whiskey-kissed breath fanned your already burning skin. “Say yes so that I can kiss you,” he added and furthered his words by brushing his nose against yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, eyes closing out of pure instinct as his lips brushed over your cupid’s bow, a shiver running up your spine as he repeated the nimble action around your mouth at an intoxicating slow pace before your lips finally melted with his. “Thank you, Tony,” you breathed, fingers sculpting around his cheeks when you pulled away, knowing that as much as you objected to the act of being spoiled, he objected just as much to the notion of you thanking him for merely expressing his love for you. “I love you more than words could say.”

“Oh, I’m sure I love you even the slightest bit more than that,” he teased, and you needn’t open your eyes to know that he was smirking like the cocky bastard you knew him to be. “Happy birthday, baby,’’ he whispered against your lips, giving you no time to reply before guiding you right back into a kiss.

[beestriker015]

Erza x male s/o headcanons

Before becoming a couple, Erza and s/o started out as close friends.

They would go on missions together, train together, and were practically inseparable, causing many members of the guild to think they were already a couple.

In secret, Erza and s/o did have feelings for each other, but were too afraid of ruining their friendship to confess.

Eventually, these feelings get too overwhelming as Erza suddenly kisses s/o in front of everyone and tells him how she feels about him.

“I’m not great with sentiment, but….I have feelings for you s/o. In fact, I think I’m…in love with…you. I completely understand if you don’t return my feelings s/o, just know that you’ll always be important to me.”

S/o stares at her for a moment before letting out a small chuckle, much to Erza’s confusion and slightly irritation.

“W-what’s so funny?! I confess my feelings to you and you’re laughing?! I-”

Erza’s cut off by s/o kissing her softly on the lips, leaving her a blushing and flustered mess.

“H-huh? W-why did you-”

“I’m sorry for laughing Erza, I was just in disbelief that you feel the same way I do. Truth be told, I love you too Erza. So, does this make us a couple now?”

She smiles and nods.

“I’d like that very much s/o.”

And with that, s/o and Erza started dating, much to the fanfare of their guild mates.

S/o is a very patient boyfriend, as he knows Erza isn’t used to the sweet and sentimental stuff that comes with dating.

Erza tries so soooo hard to show off more of her affectionate side, which s/o wholeheartedly appreciates.

Despite being a very skilled mage himself, that doesn’t stop Erza from being protective over s/o.

If anyone insults s/o or questions his and Erza’s relationship, she will shoot them the scariest glare known to man.

S/o is rather skilled at baking, and loves to surprise his girlfriend by making her strawberry cakes (the first time he made her one, Erza was just about ready to marry him right then and there).

Over time, Erza became much more open to affection and being lovey-dovey with her boyfriend, leading to s/o becoming showered with hugs and kisses from her.

Hugs can be…painful for s/o, as Erza tends to accidentally slam his head into her armor, causing her to feel bad and apologize profusely.

“I’m so sorry s/o! Are you hurt?!”

“….I’m fine babe, but I think I need to wear a helmet around you for now on.”

S/o is Erza’s first romantic relationship, resulting in her getting jealous easily.

If someone were to flirt with s/o, Erza would wrap her arms around him protectively and softly glare at them until they leave.

“Aww, were you jealous Erza?”

“No! I don’t get jealous……*sigh*…ok maybe I was a tiny bit jealous.”

“Erza, it’s ok to be jealous, but you have nothing to worry about. My heart belongs to you and you only, I love you Erza.”

S/o pulls his girlfriend into a comforting hug.

“Thank you s/o, I love you too.”

Erza smiles and nuzzles her head into his neck.

Just like before they were dating, s/o and Erza go on mission together.

If s/o were to be injured while on a mission, whoever or whatever caused his injury better be ready to face the wrath of a very pissed off Erza.

Erza very rarely gets injured on a mission, but if she were, then her boyfriend is there by her side to take care of her until she recovers.

The other members of Fairy Tail are very supportive of their relationship, seeing how happy s/o makes Erza and vice versa.

Dates often take place away from the guild, as the first few dates they had were often accidentally ruined by their fellow guild mates in one way or another (for example : s/o once prepared a picnic for him and Erza, only for it to be interrupted by a brawl between Natsu and Gray, leading to all the food getting ruined by being scorched or iced over).

Erza likes going shopping with s/o, as it means spending alone time with him and getting ideas on what to get him for birthdays, Christmas, etc.

S/o’s favorite dates are when he and Erza take a nice long walk through the forest at night, as he appreciates the peace and quiet (The Fairy Tail Guild can be a loud and rambunctious lot at times), and can have alone time with his girlfriend.

Needless to say, both Erza and s/o love each other very much, and are happy to have each other, not just as close friends anymore, but as a very loving couple.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Part two of ‘bunny and hat’? I really enjoyed it! Your a very talented writer :)

Why not? Here it is!

(For those who haven't read the first part: https://girlwithwolftatoo.tumblr.com/post/688186273526153216/bunny-and-hat )

The Harrington house was one of the largest in town, and therefore, the parties held there were also the most ostentatious and popular. Not just anyone could be invited, but the family did not have a reputation for being greedy or ruthless, especially with the children, who liked to visit their house on Halloween because they received the best and most expensive candy.

Perhaps that's why, that year, they decided to move the celebration up a few weeks to celebrate the birthday of their youngest son, Dean. The Harringtons had two other children, and you had attended their birthdays on several occasions as well. That year, little Dean's birthday would have a theme: costumes.

It was as if Halloween had come early, although the decorations in the house and especially the Harringtons' gigantic yard didn't allude to anything scary. There were strings of lights ready to be lit when the night came, tables and armchairs lined in such a way that they looked like huge mushrooms, and on the dessert tables there were large glitter flowers, giving everything a fairytale atmosphere.

You wouldn't have had to attend except that Mrs. Harrington invited you as a courtesy, after asking your mother to bake six apple pies for the occasion. And, since it was a costume party, you wore a black dress and black and orange striped stockings, so if anyone asked, you would say you were dressed as a witch.

By the time you arrived, the courtyard was overflowing with guests of all ages. Even the adults had complied with party etiquette and watched their offspring play and laugh madly, chasing each other between tables and waving little sparklers. Autumn dyed everything red and orange, and the scent of the pies matched the atmosphere well.

"(Y/N), welcome" the hostess wore a pompous fairy costume, and had her hair combed in wide ringlets "Those pies smell delicious, your mother bakes beautifully, tell her I thank her very much... Please take a seat, in a little while we'll start delivering the food."

"Thank you, Mrs. Harrington... Hello, Dean" the boy, only seven years old, was dressed as none other than a frog, and was looking at you with a face riddled with fake freckles under the hood with bulging eyes "Happy Birthday"

"What did you dress up as?" he asked. You shook the basket in which you had loaded the pies and replied, in a squeaky voice:

"I'm the wicked witch of the forest, and I brought poisoned pies."

Dean laughed at the joke, and turned away from his mother to continue playing. Many girls your age, especially those with brothers, despised kids and did everything they could to stay away from them, but you didn't share that sentiment. There was something nostalgic about watching them run around, play and do innocent but not entirely harmless nonsense, you thought that soon, sooner than they knew, they were going to grow up and their life would become a hurricane.

Not long after, as you stood at a table alone, eating roasted peanuts and hot fudge, you noticed out of the corner of your eye a black van pulling up near the house. At that distance you couldn't make it out very well, but you guessed, since no one else seemed to care, that it was some errand for the Harringtons. Even so, you felt chills, that year two local children had disappeared, and before the silence of the police all kinds of rumors were circulating. The sight of a van so close to those little ones was... disturbing.

"All right, children, come and sit down!" ordered Mrs. Harrington, clapping her hands. She and her husband led the children to the grass near the tables, and they began chattering excitedly about what was to come.

"I told you there would be clowns!" said one child to another.

"No! I hate clowns!" whined a little girl who happened to also be dressed as a fairy, in a flowing pink dress, and who covered her eyes at the horrible possibility. You smiled, remembering that you had seen all kinds of performers parade around during the old birthdays you attended, and wished you felt the same excitement they did.

Anticipation was building as a pair of boys unfolded a curtain. The children stretched their heads, eager to see what was going on behind it, and the Harringtons, standing beside them, talked quietly. Then the boys withdrew with a brief salute to the hosts, and the curtain moved, giving way to a man, dressed in black and red, with a long cloak and top hat. Apparently, the Harringtons had hired a magician, and it was they who started the round of applause as the performer took a deep bow to his small audience.

The magician removed the hat from his head, and after a few hand passes, made none other than a full-grown, fluffy, angry chicken appear. 

"Well, you know what they say" he explained, smiling "Not all hats have rabbits."

The chicken hopped up and down, eliciting hilarity from everyone as it ran around aimlessly. The magician put his hat back on and caught the children's attention, a coin appearing between his fingers, which suddenly burst into a puff of smoke and turned into a bouquet of blue wildflowers. The crowd applauded, you included, as he handed the bouquet to Mrs. Harrington with a gallant gesture.

"Madame..." seeing Mr. Harrington, he smiled mischievously "I have something for you too, may I have your wallet?"

As the man humored the magician, your eyes went back to the flowers Mrs. Harrington was holding. Small and blue, as if plucked from the field borders... they reminded you of something, and the more you looked at them, the more distressed you felt for no apparent reason. When there was a new explosion and several little birds flew out of the magician's hands, you didn't clap because your mind was reliving, second by second, what happened a month ago at the festival.

It had to be a coincidence, of course it had to be.

Mr. Harrington retrieved his wallet, and looking at it gasped:

"Hey, where's my money?"

"In this economy it flies away, dear sir" replied the artist, and again there was laughter. Again, he planted himself in front of the children, who were already eager to see more "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, are you ready to continue to be amazed?"

The man did a few more simple tricks, bringing in front of the makeshift stage everything he needed. Usually, magicians had assistants, but besides the guys who set up the curtain, who had already left, he did everything by himself. 

At a certain moment, the magician dragged in front of the curtain a gigantic box, painted purple, with golden stars and planets. The time had come for the big trick.

"Is he going to cut someone in half?" asked a child.

"Of course not, who would like to be left without legs?" replied the magician as a sort of joke "This box, which you can see..." he opened the lid, showing an empty interior and, as was the custom, no apparent trick "is normal... Well, not really, because whoever enters this box will travel to another world. Don't you believe me? Look at this..." The magician closed the box, walked around it stopping from time to time to tap it with his wand, and when he opened the door again....

Your heart skipped a beat. The wizard bent down and pulled out of the box a rabbit, but not a real one, but a pink stuffed toy. The toy had a note pinned to its chest, and the magician read it to his audience.

"The box grants wishes, but in return, it asks for a sacrifice..." as he said that word, several children made a terrified face. To make matters worse, the way he spoke had become slightly sinister "This rabbit is just a messenger, great wonders await on the other side, but to get them, someone must enter the box... and be willing to disappear."

Suddenly none of the little ones moved from their places, some even piled up, as if fearful that the magician would choose them to send them to who knows where. The man, noticing their concern, smiled.

"Of course we're not going to put any children in this box, no, for this little trick I need an adult..."

He began to walk among the tables, as if sizing up the parents and family members who were following the show with not much interest. The magician still carried the rabbit in his left hand, and the closer he got to your place, the more anxious you felt. No, it wasn't him, it couldn't be him, but you didn't want him to come closer, you didn't want to keep looking at him or the pink rabbit, you needed to get away, to leave until all that macabre game was over, so you slowly stood up, you would pretend you needed to use the bathroom or something....

"You!" almost to the point you froze, the magician pointed at you just as you had taken a couple of steps into the house, and now all attention was on you. He turned his head slowly, looking at you from under the brim of his hat, and smiled. It wasn't a reassuring smile, but you didn't dare move as he approached you. With the same gesture with which he handed the flowers to the hostess, he stretched out his right hand and offered it to you "Miss, come with me."

You would have given anything to get rid of that, but everyone was looking at you, the children were looking at you, and as the seconds passed they began to chant, cheering you on. Your trembling hand was almost immediately seized by that of the magician, who without stopping smiling led you to the makeshift stage.

"What is your name, my dear?" he asked. He had not let go of your hand at any time. You looked at him sideways, trying not to let your fear show.

"(Y/N)" you stammered.

"A round of applause for Miss (Y/N), please" he requested "You are about to take a trip, young lady, follow my instructions and you won't get hurt... after all, we don't know what's on the other side, and Mr. Rabbit..." as he said this he waved the stuffed animal "won't tell us, will he?" 

There was laughter again. You tried to smile, but it was almost impossible. The magician held out the stuffed animal, indicating with that gesture for you to hold it, and you did, then he positioned himself behind you and passed a long, dark-colored scarf over your eyes. 

"Don't move while you're inside" he whispered, taking advantage of the scarf so that the children wouldn't notice he was talking to you. The voice... of course you recognized that voice, or was it just your nerves? "I'm not going to hurt you."

Your heart leapt. 

It was him. God, it was him!

Gently, he helped you into the box, and you heard the children wish you good luck. You hugged the rabbit to your chest, terrified. The little light you could perceive behind the blindfold went out when the box closed, and you heard a mechanism above your head. Something was falling not far from you, a heavy false curtain that would hide you from view while the little ones thought you had really (why did that word now send shivers down your spine?) disappeared. Your breathing was getting faster, and then, you noticed a stinging in your arm. 

"Ow!" the pain lasted barely a second or two, and then you remembered not to move. You suspected there was a loose staple in the back of the box, and you held your arm so you wouldn't hurt yourself again. You heard the surprised applause of the children and adults, and waited, patiently, for them to let you out. Because he had to let you go... 

After a while, you heard his voice again, speaking to you through a secret little slot in the box:

"Take this..." his hand touched yours and he handed you a small wooden box. The curtain that concealed you was lifted, and at last you were free. As soon as the door opened, you removed your blindfold and moved forward without waiting for the magician's direction.

"That was wonderful, wasn't it? Hey, dear, just a moment, would you mind opening the box?" 

You did as he instructed, and everyone made a jolt. Out of the box came several of those jumping toy snakes, and at the bottom, there was a chocolate bar that the magician gave Dean. After that you returned to your place, and the show was over. The children were still talking, amused, about the man's tricks and chasing Dean to let them see the gigantic chocolate. You had wandered back to your table, the pain in your arm appearing in moments, and that's when you realized you still had the pink rabbit with you, an exact twin of the one Dorothy left behind in the Fun House.

Mrs. Harrington called everyone inside the house to cut the cake, and they all came in, half in droves, leaving you outside. Your nerves had grown worse after those minutes in the magic box, your skin tingled and your head ached, so you moved forward, rabbit in hand, ready to return it to the man and run into the house as soon as your feet would let you. 

You didn't dare get any closer to the van, which had huge blue-green letters that read Abracadabra. The magician was finishing putting away all his equipment on his own, whistling under his breath. You swallowed saliva, truly his presence felt worse than a fever, so you chose to put the rabbit down. Only, as you did so, a strong dizziness left you paralyzed, hunched over as your fingers clutched at the toy without stopping shaking.

The man's silhouette came toward you, and you stumbled. He cocked his head, curious, and smiled.

"Good to see you again... bunny." 

Why did you feel so bad? Your legs were like jelly, your body was shaking and you were in a cold sweat, your vision was blurring, and he was getting closer and closer to you.

"No... please..." you growled, crawling across the floor. His hands made a hold of one of your ankles, and he leaned over you.

"You must feel very weak" he commented "Yes, it's been a high dose, I can see that... but not enough, maybe you'll sleep two, three hours..."

"What...?" to your horror, the man pulled a small syringe out of his pocket, and waved it in front of you, even though at that point you could hardly see anything. Your heart raced, your throat felt dry, and you didn't even have the strength to scream for help while everyone else, busy singing and cutting the cake, was unaware that you were in danger.

"Don't be afraid" he said, reaching out his hand to stroke your forehead "You're going to be fine, just... it just made me so happy to see you again that..."

In the clouds of daze, you noticed that you moaned and waved your hands, seeking to push him away from you. He didn't flinch, he held your wrists gently and brought his face close to yours, you could notice just a few things, the deep red of his shirt, the hard texture of the rings he wore, the discreet scent of his cologne.

"I won't hurt you, my dear...I wouldn't hurt any living thing, see? I wouldn't hurt such a beautiful little bunny..."

You began to cry, desperate, but in those moments the darkness of unconsciousness devoured you completely.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Lilia, Ortho: Finding Family

Happy 2022, everyone!! Have a Lilia in a Jojo pose to celebrate and ring in the new year~

Imagine this...

“If you like playing video games late into the night, then Ignihyde will happily welcome you, Lilia Vanrouge-san!”

“Is that so? How affable of you, Ortho.” The birthday boy chuckled. “I would be honored to accept your invitation. I’d love to play some party and co-op games with students from your dorm.”

“Oh!” Ortho hopped (while repressing his rocket boosters to prevent from shooting up and hitting the ceiling), his eyes sparkling. “My big brother is really into video games too! I can introduce you, and you can play together...!”

“You speak of Idia Shroud, correct? I’ve heard a great deal about him, but I don’t believe I’ve had the chance to engage with him one-on-one. I’m curious to know what his play style is like.”

After all, how someone plays can say quite a lot about what kind of a person they are. Lilia grinned to himself. What others did not see behind that sunny smile was an ancient fae soldier, shaped by decades of hardship and war.

“My Nii-san is amazing! Like, one of the best gamers I’ve ever seen! He’s a genius! Not even a supercomputer stands a chance against him!”

“Kufufu. I can tell that you and your brother must be close. You are always talking about him, seeking out chances to get him involved in social gatherings, singing his praises... I can truly feel your kinship.” Lilia planted his hands on his hips. “I hold similar sentiments for those in my own dormitory.”

“Eh? But you aren’t related to any of them, are you?”

“Perhaps not,” Lilia agreed with a short laugh, “but I find that is very possible to have families composed of your friends. As they say, blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.”

Ortho scanned his data banks for the meaning of the phrase. And, indeed, it popped up in his vision, appearing in a flicker of blue light. The bonds you’ve made by choice can be more meaningful than those you are bound to by flesh and blood.

He nodded. “I think I understand! It’s cool that you can find your own family in others, even if you aren’t related!”

“What a bright young lad.” Lilia’s smile widened, and he extended a hand, ruffling the projected flames that composed Ortho’s hair. “There, there~ Idia is a lucky to have such a supportive and smart sibling. Be sure to cherish him, alright?”

“I will!!” Ortho beamed up at the fairy. “Lilia Vanrouge-san, you should cherish your family too!”

“Yes, yes, I will shower Malleus, Silver, and Sebek with love and affection. After all, they are my beloved children.”

Hm? Ortho’s sensors twitched, sensing an irregularity, a discrepancy. This is strange. Lilia Vanrouge-san’s vocabulary and his behavior... It makes him seem as though he is far older than his appearance would suggest.

But before the robot could analyze that point any further, Lilia let out a excited laugh. “Well now, I do believe it is time for me to get pied! Do your best to try to get me, little one. I will be going all out!”

“Understood! I will recalibrate my pie throwing program to accommodate your desired difficulty.”

His eyes shut, and a series of beeps and boops rang out, robotic gears clicking into place. Then a ping went off, and Ortho’s eyes jolted wide open.

“Happy birthday, Lilia Vanrouge-san! Take this: SUPER SURPRISE SNEAK ATTACK SHOT!”

Ortho’s torso sprang open, revealing a hidden cavity in his chest. Pies loaded onto a springboard mechanism launched out, flying right at Lilia—yet he remained cool as a cucumber.

“Heh. Nothing personal, kid... but—”

Lilia leapt onto a table, ducking to retrieve some pies that had been laid out. With a wicked grin, he kicked himself off, leaping in an elegant backflip. His baseball cap flew away, and hair whipped in his shining face.

“Uwah...!!” Ortho leapt back, crying out in shock.

Lilia looked wild and carefree, a proud warrior rushing headfirst into a new battle.

“—you’re a hundred years too young to be besting me!!”

Because when Lilia Vanrouge plays, there won’t be a single survivor left. Absolute overkill is the only fate that awaits you.

SPLAT!!

[twstarchives]

Happy Birthday・Malleus

Card: Birthday Attire - SSR Characters: Malleus & Yuu. Mentioned: Lilia, Cater

Chapter 1

—DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

NRC Campus News Interview with the Birthday Student ~Malleus ver.~

Yuu: Happy birthday! That outfit looks good on you.

Malleus: Does it? I hardly ever wear white, so this feels new and different.

I’m certain I would have never worn pure white clothing like this in public had I not left the Valley of Thorns.

What color of clothing do you usually wear?

Malleus: Black. That color is considered the most noble in the Draconia family.

As a royal, my outfits have been predominantly black since I was a child.

But knowing this was a special opportunity, I put this suit on... and discovered that white is not bad at all.

How does it feel that your birthday has come around?

Malleus: I don’t feel any different than usual. I’m neither elated nor sentimental.

Unlike you humans, faeries like us retain the same form for many years.

In my eyes, it’s peculiar that humans get so excited when their birthday arrives.

What do you mean?

Malleus: Humans have a very short lifespan. They should only live for about one hundred years, yes?

When their birthday arrives, it means that one of their precious years has come to an end.

And yet they have so much fun celebrating it... It’s difficult for me to understand.

I’ve never thought of it like that.

Malleus: Heh. Is it that you’re oblivious, or are you simply indifferent?

...Perhaps humans are so eager to have fun precisely because their lifespans are so short.

Chapter 2

—DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

I heard that you’re a mage among mages at this school. What kind of magic are you best at?

Malleus: I don’t have any particular strengths or weaknesses as far as magic goes.

From your standpoint, it might appear as though I’m good at all of it.

I have an idea. Everyone went out of their way to attend this party, so why don’t I liven it up with a touch of magic?

They say the Fairy of Thorns once wound her thorns around a castle in the blink of an eye.

I think I’ll try my hand at manifesting thorns of my own to decorate this venue.

That could be dangerous.

Malleus: ! ...I see.

I was hoping to please you as thanks for today... This is more difficult than I thought.

Besides magic, what else are you good at?

Malleus: I’m quite confident in my ability to play stringed instruments.

Lilia taught me all of the basics when I lived in the Valley of Thorns.

I wasn’t allowed to go out much as a child, so I spent a great deal of time alone in the castle.

That gave me plenty of time to practice. I can play almost every stringed instrument now.

I’m best at classical instruments like the violin and cello.

Why don’t you join the band club?

Malleus: ...I have considered it, as a matter of fact. Lilia once invited me.

But when I went to take a look, I couldn’t figure out how to properly use the electric violin they had put out.

It gave off such a deafening screech that several students in the room collapsed.

I recall even Diamond had fallen over foaming at the mouth...

Lilia couldn’t stop laughing, but that was a terrible thing I did to everyone...

Ever since then, I haven’t shown my face back at the band club. I have no intention of joining in the future either.

Chapter 3

—DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

Have you heard from your family at all?

Malleus: Yes. I received a card from my grandmother, my only blood relative.

She is the Queen of the Valley of Thorns. While I’m studying abroad, she has to take care of all official duties herself. I’m certain she is very busy.

In fact, she is so intrinsically busy that she shouldn’t have the time to write letters, and yet she sends me a card every year without fail.

I greatly respect her for her thought and consideration.

Her cards always come with rose seeds alongside the birthday wishes.

I used to plant them every year in the castle’s garden when I lived in the Valley of Thorns. It’s grown into a brilliant rose garden now.

Wow, that’s amazing.

Malleus: Yes. Of course it’s beautiful when the flowers are in full bloom, but it also feels rather serene and entrancing after the petals have fallen.

That garden is my pride and joy. If you ever come to the Valley of Thorns, I’ll show it to you.

What’s your favorite food?

Malleus: Frozen desserts. Whenever I breathe fire, the inside of my mouth grows hot. Indulging in them during those moments makes the taste exceptional.

They make all sorts of frozen desserts these days. It’s interesting to see the different flavors and shapes.

Oh, incidentally, I found one with the word “Winner” written on the stick the other day. Isn’t that curious?

It’s valuable, so I’m keeping it in a safe place. I plan on taking it back with me to the Valley of Thorns once I graduate.

What’s your least favorite food?

Malleus: ...Whole cakes. I don’t hate sweets, but those are far too big.

They are served at birthdays and the like... but they give me heartburn and I can never finish eating them.

You’re not supposed to eat it all yourself.

Malleus: Of course I know that. But I never had anyone to eat them with during celebrations.

Let’s all share one at the party today.

Malleus: Yes, let’s do that. Perhaps that will change my impression of them. I’m looking forward to it.

Once again, happy birthday!

[yeonjuins]

Give a txt/nct song to your mutuals and why

CRACKS KNUCKLES BET (p.s i love how you added nct songs to this (": <3)

@20cm — ghosting

@slowrabbitpd — trivia : seesaw

yeah yeah most people would be like 20cm... therefore... 20cm by txt but ! we had a whole inside joke/discussion about this because i was inactive once but was secretly on my blog and someone asked juni where i was and i was just 🧍‍♂️ technically right there . ghosting era even . i also recall the tiktok i sent to juni of ghosting lyrics one day and he was like why would you do this to me . idk i feel like ghosting + rook makes sense to me and it was literally the first thing that came to mind PAHAHHA . also dubbadu wari wari (THE TITLE IS MOA DIARY IDK WHY I THOUGHT OF THAT ONE FIRST) comes close to second because of the dancing hedgehog with a mcdonalds hashbrown that they used to send daily into moahour <3

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whatever i'm throwing bts into here i was so close to saying spring day but when i think of meg + bts i think of meg + yoongi and then i get all emotional thinking about yoongi and andnadn- anyways seesaw makes sense to me because i can't imagine meg listening to daechwita / agust d / give it to me on repeat but seesaw is like ! happie vibes (VERY . DEPRESSING LYRICS HOWEVER MY GOD I LOOKED IT UP THIS MORNING AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK) i also know meg is a very big suburban working corporate women so she likes to drive and have road trips and this song makes sense for road trips... anyways spring day comes close to second because everything about that song makes me so utterly sad and emotional and it's a masterpiece and meg is really into masterpieces so

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@dreamaze — 0x1 lovesong

literally . the best way i can descrbe this is that . lovesong to me is purple and yellow . and those colours to me are also wings . and therefore it all just makes sense to me . wings also made really cool gifsets of lovesong during this era and i rmbr coming across them and i was ;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO in awe truly... i also think of wings to be very passionate about her interests and like very in depth things so lovesong just makes sense since it's about very ! passionate love ! like 'in this world of zero, you're my one and only' like HUH ?! WHO JUST SAYS THAT ? AS AN OPENING LINE TOO ?? HELLOOOOO ? the lyrics to lovesong overall are just so !!!!!!! IDK THERE'S WEIGHT TO THEM . it all adds up to me and no one can convince me otherwise !!!

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humming anon — opening sequence / anti-romantic

NO CAUSE I DONT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE THIS IS ME AND HUMMING ANONS SONG !!!!!!!!!!!! THE WAY WE LISTENED TO THIS ON LOOP THE FIRST TIME WE DID A LISTENING PARTY TOGETHER !!!! AND LITERALLY WENT INTO DEPTH ABOUT HOW GOOD THIS MOTHERFUCKING SONG IS MY GODDDD !!! opening sequence is so superior you LITERALLY cannot convince me otherwise and this is the sentiment i know me and humming anon share ENTIRELY the same ):< anyways aside from opening sequence, we have a lot of songs together which i think is rlly cute <3 but ! in terms of personality i find it very funnie we both share the similarity of being grossed out by relationships ASHODKLJMAWD therefore, anti romantic <3

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@yjunies — fairy of shampoo

i find it very lovely that i'm not the only one that had this thought but ! fairy of shampoo makes sense . it's also ana's most played song on spotify which i find to be god tier PAHAHHA fos is so . lovely . just the jazz aspect to it and how angelic / delicate all the lyrics and voclas are . even yj's rap verse that isn't really a rap verse and he's just saying words quickly is so lovely... idk ana also strikes me as the type of person to want to unwind from a long day with a nice bubble bath and candles and fairy of shampoo would just be playing ! (along with a glass of wine . LOL)

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@hueningkai — wishlist

because i made your birthday edit to this song and so all i think of while listing to wishlist is how i made this edit at literally god speed i don't even know when i started it but i think i finished it in a day and i was like wtf.... aside from that wishlist is like . so upbeat and happie . i also think one of ryu's love languages is gift giving so wishlist makes ENTIRE sense to me because ryu just wants to spoil the people they love !!! it all adds up !! don't tell me otherwise !!!

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@hwngintak — that that

not even txt NOR nct but it features yoongi and i mentioned him earlier so this ask game is now including yoongi (:< i rmbr when this was about to drop / this dropped me and mal were LOOSING OUR SHIT OVER YOONGI (i still am to be entirely frank) and mal mentioned how she loved the park where he said both their real names and i was like YEAH YEAH but i actually didn't even know what part mal was talking about until i watched the behind the scenes and watched yoongi recording him saying their names in this pitched voice and i was like OHHHHH THAT PART so now every time i listen to that part in particular too i think of mal . that was a very long sentence I ALSO THINK OF THE RELAY DANCE TO THIS AND THE . THE GIRLS THROWING IT DOWN MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WOMEN <3 anyways ily mal <3

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@97choi — 20cm

numbers . ur url is numbers and words . 20cm is numbers and words . idk this makes sense to me . this entire ask game is me saying 'this makes sense to me / don't tell me otherwise' but it truly does ! i asked u what ur height was but u haven’t responded to me yet so i’m just going to assume you’re 20cm shorter than whatever san / your bias in txt / whoever else is an idol that you like that has tits 

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@aquablues​ + @berryjaellie​  — poppin’ star

these two are a duo to me . and they are the cutest duo ever . literally every time i talk to either one of them ! i am soft ! and happie ! and filled with love and it makes me ;0 and poppin’ star is ! upbeat and ! happie and so ! them ! esp the chorus/bridge part is so lovely and i think it just suits them (:< 

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@markmallow​  — favourite 

spelt the canadian way too and literally the only nct song i’ve mentioned on this list but fran you are literally the only reason why i know favourite exists . like legit . i don’t listen to songs in general unless it just pops up on my feed / i come across it and for some reason favourite just avoided me until you said how you really liked it and MY GOD . I UNDERSTAND WHY . will forever thank you for showing me favourite . plus the random adlibs jungwoo does (quit that / hands down / take that) is something that i feel like . you just love . PAHDOALKJAMD IT ALL ADDS UP !!!