#and even at home there's often so much stress that wifey takes out her feelings on me because I'm the only one she can

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Just once, I would like to be able to have a conversation about my feelings with someone where they don't, at some point, start trying to explain to me why something happened such that they are either implying or outright stating I should stop having noticeable feelings at them about a thing and/or telling me that I'm wrong about how I feel and actually if I just understood this thing I would see that I'm being unreasonable to say I feel the way I do.

Just once, for someone's response to be "it sounds like you're feeling [insert thing, e.g hurt, sad, scared, tired, angry, etc], I'm sad that you are dealing with that." Not to take responsibility for my feelings! But for them to acknowledge that they're happening and might matter to me before they move on to whatever the fuck next thing they have to say is

[cherriteaa]

Draken x Black Fem Reader

Honestly, I watched the ep with emma and seeing Draken cry like that hurt me soooo bad. So I'm gonna write some sweet cutesy stuff abt Draken being sooo in love with his pretty gf. And Her taking care of him bc he deserves it. 

Contents: Suuugary sweet fluff 

(not proofread)

I always think it's so cute that they call eachother's gf's in Toman their 'wifey' omg 

Draken is def 100% calling you his wife all the time. Some of the members of Toman even call you by his last name just to mess with you. It's become such a routine joke that it's just become standard. Yall are together 24/7 anyways, might as well get used to it. 

On the topic of that. He will never ever call you out of your name. Not unless it's a petname or something like that. He thinks guys who call women out their name should be jumped. He won't let any other guy get away with calling you out of your name either.

He's super protective of you. He prefers to keep you in his line of sight when you guys are out with gang members just because he knows there are other gangs who play dirty who can attack at any time. He knows other members of Toman will protect you, but nobody can protect you like he can protect you. He's definitely the type to drape his jacket over your shoulders. Not only does he think it's cute, but it also lets anyone know that you are his. 

He's an arm around the shoulders kinda guy. For some reason, holding hands in public gets him a little flustered, but he'll totally put his arm around your shoulders and pull you close. 

He tries his best not to let you know when things are getting to him, but you've been around him long enough to notice what it means when he gets quiet, or when he's clenching his jaw more than normal. Please, please, please take care of him. He appreciates it more than he lets on. Especially when you let him sleep in your cute room. He likes to tease you about you unfathomable amount of plushies and pink items, but it's genuinely the most comfortable place he could ever be. He gets the best sleep of his life there, and you think it's so cute. Literally this tiktok .

Sometimes, guys literally just need to be held by their girlfriends. Of course, he isn't the type to ask though. You might notice he'll be a little more touchy, but he's more silent. However, if you join him in your bed and wrap your arms around him, you just might hear him huff a huge sigh before wrapping his arms around you. You're home to him. Play with his hair and watch all the stress and tension melt from his shoulders. 

On really bad days, for example when Pah or Kazutora went to jail, he will seek you out and just pull you into a hug, resting his chin on your head. He'll mumble something simple like 

"Just needed to hold you." 

Otherwise, he's really content with being the big spoon when you cuddle. He's a big fan of rubbing your back when you cuddle. He's also the type to latch onto you when you're cooking, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder while you cook and just resting his eyes. There's just something about you that brings him peace. 

He's also the type that gets SO embarrassed when he gets caught staring at you. His friends tease him about it all the time, but he can't help it when you're just being...you. He gets a soft smile on his face and he drifts off in his own little world. If he's feeling bold, he just may walk over to place a kiss to your temple, or wrap his arms around you. 

Draken is also a very perceptive man. He absolutely will notice if you got your nails or lashes done. Even if you so much as try dressing a new style, expect some kind of attention drawn to it. He'll grab your hand and admire the new set, or tilt your chin up to look at your eyes and compliment your lashes, or even stepping back to admire your outfit.

As we all know, tokyo rev boys are literally ALWAYS OUT. Which means they often pass shops and things. Occasionally, he might buy a sanrio plushie or cute keychain or trinket to give to you later on. He's very familiar with your obsession with cute things after listening to all your rants.

He's an old-fashion gentleman as always. Opening doors for you, walking so that you are on the inside part of the sidewalk, always making sure you're seated and not him in an area crowded with limited seats, holding the umbrella for you both ect. If he has one helmet and you're riding with him, he's 100% making sure you're wearing his helmet. He thinks you look cute in it anyways.

If you have any younger siblings, he definitely tries to show off just a little. He likes being seen as cool and stuff, and its kind of cute watching him lift heavy stuff or show off his bike to impress them. 

HE LEARNED HOW TO DO YOUR HAIR. He watches you do it, and watches youtube videos. He knows the specific products for your specific hairtype, and if you ever need or want help in any part of your hair process, he'll help you. He's so damn good at detangling, even if you're tenderheaded. 

He takes your problems seriously. He thinks guys who brush their girlfriend's problems off as insignificant are assholes. He's genuinely there for you always. While he may tease you a little if its not something that causes you a lot of distress, and may add some jokes about 'just beating them up' here and there, he always has really good insight on what to say. You can have deep conversations with him and he likes that about you. He's always in awe of how you can think of things he's never thought of.

Overall, he's such a caring boyfriend. At least he tries to be. He's easily flustered and tries to play some things off as cool, but that man will genuinely move mountains for you. His relationship with you is a comfortable one, thats heavy on you both checking in on eachother and making sure you're ok. Even though he's not the gentlest person ever, he tries his hardest for you.

A/n: Omg I'm so excited to get back to writing again!! I love Toman sm so expect more Tokyo Rev posts.

btw, Kisaki is a TRICK ASS BITCH bro. Like die....now. 

as always, please please please reblog and/or comment. I'm restarting my writing blog again, and would love love love to meet mutuals. 

My requests are: Open!

[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 23: Desperate Passions

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral sex, penetrative sex, nipple play, nipple piercings, scars/stitches, fingering

Summary: Juniper is fully healed and ready to get back to one of their favorite hobbies!

Feedback appreciated. 18+. This is a smut heavy chapter

“What are we having tonight, love?” Heisenberg asked, sitting back in the wooden chair. He had returned from working to find her over the stove, a simmering pot filling the apartment with a delicate fragrance.

“Pilaf.” She answered sweetly.

“Ah…alright.” Heisenberg nodded, her answer not making anything more clear to him.

He cut open a cigar, lighting it and bringing it to his lips as he watched her.

She pulled two deep plates out of the cabinet, looking towards him, “Get anything exciting made today?”

He made a prideful rumble, speaking through the cigar, “Mhm. The Soldat Zwei is almost finished. Give the bastard one, maybe two, good days of work and he should be up.”

“They are the ones with two drills right?”

“Correct. Moved the reactor core to the back as well.”

“When are you starting the….the Pan..pan?” She couldn’t find the words, placing a glass of water and silverware on the table.

“The Panzer?”

“Yea that one! They looked big.”

“Oh, sweetheart, it will be.” He gave a devilish smile, “Gotta wait till I get a bastard built like a shit brick house for that one.”

“Like Sturm?” She scooped food into the deep plates.

“Unfortunately…yes.” He frowned, that creature still brought him nothing but grief.

Juniper placed a plate before him, before taking a seat with her own.

Fuck me…what is this?

Heisenberg gulped looking at the meal. It was a pile of rice with chicken, carrots, mushrooms and herbs mixed in. It smelled normal and appetizing but left much to be desired to the eyes.

Juniper took a bite, looking at him through narrow eyes.

“Love, did you make bread as well?” He asked hopefully.

“No, there’s rice in here.” She pointed her fork at him, “And vegetables. Eat it.”

He made a little grumble, tucking into his food. It tasted good, the rice made with the broth from the chicken and the herbs giving it a homely taste.

…Thank god.

Heisenberg thought, mercifully, as he started eating with more gusto. Juniper loved to cook, and loved seeing him eat what she made even more. But her passion for the craft was almost matched with her desire to strive to make each meal healthy. Even if it meant throwing in things that tasted like death to pack more nutrients into every meal.

Heisenberg didn’t know if it was her trying to curb his lack of anything healthy or some Devine  force punishing him for his terrible daily diet for decades. In any case, it was a small price to pay for her happiness.

He finished his plate, even going back for a second. On the way back to his seat he paused, giving Juniper a soft pat on top of her head with his free hand. She beamed up at him.

They spoke more of his upcoming Soldat plans over dinner. Heisenberg explained how the Panzers should be immune to most types of damage, save for heavier explosions. They would be risky to produce and time consuming but a good last line of defense.

“Will all the armor put stress on the core?” Juniper asked.

He nodded, “I’ll have to use the bigger exhaust port like on Sturm but take in the energy production per energy draw to the multiple drills.”

“So they don’t overheat?”

“Precisely. I don’t want them spitting fire like the big boy.” Heisenberg pointed out.

After Juniper cleaned up the mess from dinner, Heisenberg ushered her into the bathroom. She followed him, used to this routine, she pulled her dress off and sat on the sink. Heisenberg leaned  on his palms against the counter on either side of her, dipping in to give her a kiss. She deepened the contact, hands finding the sleeves of his button up shirt.

He gave a happy little rumble, pulling away enough to inspect her incision. She sat still, waiting as he looked her over with a critical eye. The infection was completely gone, the tissue a healthy healing pink.

“I can probably remove the stitches, if you’d like.” He concluded.

“Please.” She almost begged, “They itch.”

He stood, chuckling, “Itching is good, means it’s healing.”

He retrieved a sharp pair of scissors, pouring a bit of peroxide over the blades before kneeling before her once more. With careful cuts he snipped through the stitches, pulling them free with deft fingers.

He tossed them away one by one into the trash can. Juniper watched him with big eyes.

“Will it scar?” Juniper asked quietly.

“Afraid so, Darling.” Heisenberg frowned.

Her eyes looked glassy, glancing over the pinkish new tissue.

Heisenberg took her face in his hands, lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. She wilted a bit.

"What's up?" He asked, concern in his gaze.

"Hmm…" She almost didn't answer, looking away, "I don’t want you to think I’m ugly…I have really bad scars…”

“Are you fucking serious.” Heisenberg’s lips were a fine line, “Look at me.”

She met his eyes, him correcting her, “No look at all of me. Look at all the shit my body has been through.”

Her eyes wavered, scanning him over. He was covered in scars, his skin was a patchwork of pearlescent lattice, even his face sporting a few.

“I am a scarred, fucked up old man.” He said plainly, “You are so fucking beautiful. A few scars can’t change that.”

Her eyes watered, cheeks growing rosey.

His face split with a grin, “Have I ever hesitated to bend your ass over every flat surface in this factory?”

 “…no.” She mumbled.

“Don’t  you even start to think I don’t find you sexy as all hell, ok love?”

“Mmmm.”

“What?”

“You haven’t bent me over anything in months.” Juniper pouted in his hands.

Heisenberg looked at her a moment before throwing back his head and barking out with laughter.

“You were healing!” He bared his teeth playfully, “But you’re all fixed up now, how about I show you how much you drive me fucking wild?”

Juniper smiled, nuzzling into his cupped hands, “Please, master?”

“Oh Honey.” He almost purred, “Keep that up and you’ll be bedridden again.”

They made their way back to the bedroom, Heisenberg catching her up in a messy kiss. While she was distracted he removed the rest of her clothing, backing her up until her calves touched the bed.

He lightly pushed her back, Juniper making a little ‘oof’ as she hit the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, smiling as Heisenberg fell to his knees before her.

He didn’t dive straight into her heat like she expected, instead pulling her by the ankles closer to the edge.

His eyes were dark and hungry as he dipped his head in to drop rough kisses up the length of her leg. Juniper shivered at the heat of his mouth as he trailed ever closer to the place she wanted him desperately.

His lips lingered on the softness of her inner thigh, sucking a dark blotch there. He pulled free with a wet pop, meeting her gaze. She was already flushed.

“I’m going to have to re-mark my claim on you.” He almost purred the words.

“Make me yours in every way.” She spoke sweetly.

“I plan to.” He promised, kissing upwards.

He dropped a kiss just above her clit, smiling when her breath hitched. She made a little sound of want when he pulled away, thrusting her hips up in an effort to urge him back. Heisenberg growled as his large hands found her legs, pushing her down against the bed.

Juniper whimpered, watching him move higher.

He kissed along her scar, eyes flicking up to meet hers. The new tissue was sensitive under his lips, his beard making her skin prickle.

“Fucking perfect.” He concluded when he covered its length, his hands forcing her thighs more apart, “Every part.”

“…stop.” Juniper’s cheeks reddened further.

“Oh no.” He gave a devilish smile, “No mercy for you my little wifey.”

She gave a little mewl at his tone, her core clenching air.

“I was looking forward to dessert all night.” His face split with a mirthful grin.

“Then come get it!” She bared her teeth a bit playfully

Heisenberg dove into her sex, eating her like a starving man. He was messy and forceful, causing her to melt in seconds. He growled into her flesh, already feeling her tighten under him. He pulled away, scoring his thumb over her clit as he licked slick from his lips, “Already such a damn mess for me.”

“It’s…it’s been a w-while.” She spoke between pants.

 “Too long.” He agreed, going back in.

He made sure to pull multiple orgasms from her with only his mouth and hands, stopping every so often to trail kisses up her abdomen. She was breathy and blissed out, completely forgetting her earlier self-consciousness.

He stood, giving her a moment of mercy. Juniper watched him, breasts quaking as she regained her breath. Her skin was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat, stray onyx curls stuck to her forehead. Heisenberg slowly removed each layer of clothing, almost making a show of it under her hungry gaze.

Finally kicking off his boxers he crawled onto the bed. The bed creaked under their combined weight as he loomed over her.

Juniper eager hands found him quickly, squeezing the thick ropes of muscle that made his arms.

“Pretty impressive eh?” He smirked cockily.

Her fingers slid upwards, fanning over his chest. She gave him a little devilish look as she found his only nipple piercing.

His breath hitched a bit as she toyed with it; coming almost unglued entirely when her head quickly dipped in to take the metal into her mouth.

The movement was almost too fast for him to react before the sensation rippled through his body. Juniper was spurred on when she saw how his body shivered in response, deepening the contact.

Heisenberg pushed her away, holding her down against the bed with strong hands. He swallowed, “That’s enough of that.”

Juniper licked her lips, the taste of metal and skin on her tongue, “Seemed to like it.”

He ground his teeth a bit, aware of his hard cock. He caught her lips up with his own before she could continue.

He kept her occupied, grouping down her body as he lined himself up. She gasped into his mouth when she felt the weeping tip bump her folds. He pulled away to brace himself over her.

“Fuck, I missed you.” His voice was low and almost wavering as he pushed into her. Juniper’s back arched, moaning as his cock stretched her out deliciously.

Her core was tight from the months without him.

He started pumping into her almost desperately, lifting her legs to hook around his waist. With the better angle he was able to reach deeper, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust.

She clawed down his back, crying out every time their hips sloppily met together.

The sex was messy and raw, both needing to feel the release of pent up passions. Heisenberg groaned out breathily, hands finding purchase in the mattress to buck into her harder.

He felt her tense under him. “F-Fuck! Come for me Doll. Come on my cock!” He grunted out, moving a hand to her clit. His thumb scored quick circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Juniper buckled under him, sobbing out her release. A surge of slick coated his cock as her cunt clamped down on him.

She felt divine, like liquid velvet around him. Heisenberg became a mess of sounds himself, balls slapping into her ass roughly as he chased his own release.

His hips jolted, bottoming out in her. She felt him pulse as her insides were flooded with hot ropes of come.

She felt extremely full, bits of his release oozing out around his cock.

He settled over her, wanting to stay slotted within her walls. Catching her breath she pulled his face closer, peppering his jaw with kisses.

He gave a little rumble of amusement, letting her fawn over him.

~

They tangled into one another, the darkness filled with the sounds of their heavy breathes and soft moans. A hunger of the flesh deep in their minds. Words weren’t needed. Their touches, tinged with desperation for an act both had feared would be lost to them, was everything in that moment.

Skin to skin, a heartbeat felt under fingertips. The world outside the bed didn’t exist, the nightmares couldn’t reach them.

Heisenberg pressed his body against Juniper’s, his cock never leaving her. In the soft lulls between rounds of sex he held her close, wanting to feel over every inch of her. She thankfully held onto him, losing track of the hours. He nipped into the soft flesh of her throat, huffing out hotly when he heard her mewl.

He felt her tense under him as he rocked into her afresh. Juniper didn’t know how many rounds or orgasms they shared, the night becoming a blur of pleasure and overstimulation.

Eventually exhaustion overtook her and Juniper fell asleep against his chest. Heisenberg stayed fully inserted inside of her, softly tracing her spinal scar. Their bodies were stuck together with sweat, he could feel every breath and heartbeat of hers.

He let his mind wander to work. With the spring thaw here it would make collecting bodies from the grave easier, but also he would have to be much more on top of watching the village for casualties.

Juniper was his favorite distraction but she was a distraction nonetheless. He wouldn’t force her away, no, she gave him more purpose to strive to escape. She made his hunger to explore the world deeper, he wanted to give her a better life than the factory.

And he would give it to her.

[lassieposting]

Ok...u got my attention...💘 for skuldugery and cassandra

OH BOY I GOT ONE

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they first met and how

Okay so when they first meet, it's way back before he met Skugwife, when he was on-again-off-again with China and Ghastly and making his way up the ranks in the Sanctuary army.

A dashing young officer with an impressive inheritance and a string of victories under his belt would've been prime 1600s marriage real estate. They meet at some Sanctuary party, dance together a bit, get along very well. Skug was already arrogant and vain, but he was also charming and funny, which was a bonus, and they were social equals - she's from a wealthy, landed family herself. She was interested in him and they were in each other's social circle from around his mid-20s to when he met Wifey and fell disgustingly in love, at which point she conceded defeat and let him go.

It's actually Gordon who brings them back into each other's lives in the 1980s. They've both changed a lot since they last saw one another and she's not really sure what to make of him. He's colder, more serious, and she knows he's lost...pretty much everyone. When she tells him to come by anytime, he's polite but detached and basically says that's not a good idea, so she doesn't expect to see much of him in the future. But he comes back some months later with a difficult case to ask if she's seen anything, and from that point on they work together sporadically, if she has any visions that might be useful to him.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

They rekindle their flirtation after he comes back in Dark Days. He's not okay, not in the slightest, and she can see it. He's faking being okay, but he's overselling it. She knew him through the period where his mother was killed, and he tried to play that off the same way. He ends up driving out to her cottage at some ungodly hour of the early morning because he's falling apart and he doesn't really have anywhere else to go. she takes him in, sits with him until long after the sun comes up and lets him talk it out until he's dozing off where he's sitting.

By the War of the Sanctuaries, they're Together.

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

She was rather taken with him when they first met. She liked to think of herself as the future Mrs Captain Pleasant. He was attracted to her, but also otherwise entangled and considerably less invested.

When they get back together, it's more. Falling in love at the same time.

where their first date was and what it was like

They've spent a lot of time together, usually at her cottage, already. But he gets it into his head he wants to take her on an actual date, and she's a homebody, so he decides to make her dinner. It's kind of a disaster because he hasn't had to cook anything in hundreds of years - he follows a recipe, but he still manages to burn it and get food absolutely everywhere with the electric whisk. He's pretty frustrated and upset that he ruined it, but she finds it hilarious, and they end up cuddling on the couch with takeout and a movie.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

She gives him a key. She prefaces it with a big speech about how it doesn't have to mean anything, he just spends so much time there that he might as well be able to let himself in, and she wants him to have somewhere he really feels safe and comfortable and her place can be that for him if he wants, and -

He kisses her mid-speech, so she never gets to finish it.

who proposes first

He does. She'd never bring up marriage to him, when she knows how his first one ended. She can't be completely sure he's done grieving his first love, and she doesn't want to hurt him, so it's better not to bring it up.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

It's not a secret at all. Valkyrie still goes nearly a decade without noticing.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

They're in bed together first thing in the morning. He doesn't remember the last time he was this relaxed and happy. He watches her wake up and she cuddles closer into him with the squinty morning-sun-in-your-face look and he never thought he'd love this much again and it just. Comes out.

who’s more dominant

Neither, really. They're very much a team. She tempers his recklessness, and he gives her a nudge out of her comfort zone. She has the same ability Wifey had, though, to wrangle him without ever letting on that she's doing it.

where their first kiss was and what it was like

He was totally drained after unloading a year's worth of torture on her post-Dark Days, and she was trying to comfort him. It doesn't lead anywhere - she puts him to bed on her couch and stays with him so he feels safe enough to switch off and sleep.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

She buys him a hideous Christmas sweater the first year they're officially together, but has yet to successfully bully him into wearing it.

how into pda they are

They're your average couple. If she drops in on him at the Sanctuary, she'll kiss him goodbye. He'll put his arm around her when they're walking, or let her hold his hand. But neither of them is an exhibitionist.

who holds the umbrella when it rains

He does. He could easily just redirect the rain, but she likes nature stuff and that includes getting soaked through on occasion, kissing him in the rain, and splashing through puddles.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

Her cottage, more often than not. He'll happily take her out whenever she wants to, but she's a homebody at heart and she's more fond of going for long walks in the countryside near her home or cooking together, watching old movies, that sort of thing.

who’s more protective

Him, by a million miles. She doesn't necessarily like the amount of violence in his life, but to her he's very much the capable soldier who can look after himself. But she is a pacifist and very into the hippie ideology, so especially after the Night of Knives, she relies on him to protect her. He knows damn well that the only reason he didn't lose her the same night Finbar died is because he just happened to be sleeping over and the would-be assassin got more than he bargained for.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

Probably circa KOTW? It can't have been Death Bringer, or he'd have asked her to the Requiem Ball.

if they argue about anything

Not often. She's one of the most emotionally healthy people in this series, and she's the closest Skulduggery Pleasant has ever gotten to therapy. She's all about communication and talking it out.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Skug.

who steals whose clothes and how often

She steals his jackets and coats. She'll wear something just a little too light for the weather, so that he'll inevitably offer her his suit jacket. It's an old way of courting that she finds very endearing.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

They bring out the Old Person in each other. They like to go for long walks, and picnics, and dancing to old gramophone records. They read books and bicker about how much they did or didn't enjoy them. She likes to garden and paint, and he's not half bad at art either, so they'll paint each other and laugh about it.

how long they stay mad at each other

They don't. They argue very little in the first place, but Cassie is very communicative, so she usually manages to head off any potential arguments before they even start.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

She has hot chocolate, and he has his black.

if they ever have any children together

No - but if he was ever going to have children with anyone else, it should probably be Cassie. She's sensible, level-headed and emotionally healthy, so he could be the same loving-but-irresponsible dad he was with Skugbab.

if they have any special pet names for each other

She's "Cassie" and he's usually "sweetheart" or "lovey".

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

He "moves into"/spends most of his time at her little hippie hobbit hole, so nothing matches, tapestries everywhere, Interesting™ colour schemes, fuckin...crystals and tarot cards and witchy shit everywhere. They both have to make some compromises ("You don't bug me about making the bed and I won't play the banjo in the shower")

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

Very inappropriate to talk about at parties.

He's a Christmas grouch, but he did get two days off work, so they basically spent the entire time eating, fucking or fast asleep.

what their names are in each other’s phones

She's just "Cassie" but that makes her one of the few people in his phone not to be "Firstname Lastname". He's "SP".

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

They can never really make plans for set days or times because of his incredibly erratic work schedule, but they make time every week to just spend time together. Unless the world is ending, which it usually does at least once a year.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

She falls asleep first at a sensible hour, and wakes up when he gets in. If she sleeps through him coming home, he'll stay up for an hour or two to work on a case, but if he wakes her, he'll go straight to bed and she'll go back to sleep with him holding her.

After the Night of Knives, she gets very anxious and stressed about being alone, especially when she hears the door open. So he'll call and wake her when he's leaving the Sanctuary, so that she knows to expect him home, and he's at the end of the phone any time she wants to get hold of him.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

He's the big spoon like 70% of the time, but she's not opposed to letting him be the little spoon at all. Even the strongest general sometimes needs a good snuggle.

who hogs the bathroom

Cassie likes to take a book into the bath and spend hours in there. He'll come in and out as he pleases and sometimes do her hair for her or swipe bubbles on her nose.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Skug. This is, apparently, one of the greatest benefits to having him around all the time. He's glad she's comfortable enough with him to be honest that she's using him for his spider removal skills.

[clovermunson]

Send me a ship asks for Georgie Weasley and Morgan Black

wifey!!🥰❤️💙

out of every ship I have, this is probably my favorite one, so answering all of the questions for this specific ship is exactly what I wanted to do!

this one’s rather long, so it’s all under the cut!☺️

Morgan Black and George Georgie Weasley

who hogs the duvet?

Morgan, every time. for a while, George dealt with the cold, but eventually he found a compromise: let Morgan take the duvet, and just sneak under and give her a cuddle, it’s a win-win for him because he gets to stay warm, and Morgan can’t complain about being cold if she’s under the blanket and being cuddled, which George is more than happy to do.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going?

they both do, but more often it’s George who would text or call first, especially if Morgan is away for a few days because of work. sometimes though, Morgan will call George for just the most random reasons, but he doesn’t mind it at all as long as he gets to talk to her.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts?

as much as Morgan would love to take credit for this, it’s George. being one of the master inventors behind Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes had its perks, and being able to come up with new and exciting gifts to surprise Morgan with is something that George loves. more often than not though, it was more about the thought behind the gift than the actual gift for George.

who gets up first in the morning?

George, he’s always been a morning person and one to rise with the sun at times. Morgan is not a morning person, at all. well, unless George is the first person to talk to her by saying “morning”. anyone else says “good morning” to her and she’s ready to violently kill them with an alarm clock.

who suggests new things in bed?

this can really go either way because they’re both open-minded. but before anything happens, they’re both properly researching anything and talking about it beforehand. George is a consent king and wouldn’t do anything unless Morgan verified ten times, at the least, that she was 100% okay with it.

who cries at movies?

again, either way. typical sappy romance? it gets George every single time. he’d never dare admit it to Fred though, his brother would never let him live it down. a dog dies in a movie? it gets Morgan every single time.

who gives unprompted massages?

George. it’s weird to everyone else, but he can always sense when Morgan is even the slightest bit stressed out over something, and one of his go-to’s to help her cope with it is a shoulder or back massage.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick?

they both fuss over each other when the other is sick, but Morgan is more stubborn when she’s sick, which causes George to be more fussy with her. she wants to get up and do anything? oh she’ll try, but George will always get whatever she wants or do whatever she wants done before she can get to it.

who gets jealous easiest?

they can both get particularly jealous at times, but Morgan can be worse about it. just ask Daphne Greengrass about how bad Morgan’s jealousy and temper can be, poor girl got to experience it firsthand in seventh year.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

they both have generally the same music taste, but Morgan would say George’s is slightly more embarrassing. they both love their fair share of cheesy songs, but George likes a few more than Morgan does.

who collects something unusual?

…is having a small knife collection considered unusual? because Morgan has a small knife collection. and sometimes, it terrifies George to know that fact.

who takes the longest to get ready?

MORGAN. if it’s an important occasion, she’ll spend easily an hour and a half getting ready, but she’ll get agitated with George for him not having his shoes on and him being fully dressed and ready by the time she’s ready to go.

who is the most tidy and organised?

Morgan. she’s always been a bit more organized than George, and it irks her to no end when they move in together and he just ever so conveniently tosses his clothes to the laundry basket and they’re either hanging off the edge of the basket, or land exactly one inch away from the basket, on the floor.

who gets most excited about the holidays?

they both get excited about the holidays, but it’s always Morgan who ends up decorating a little earlier than a normal person should. George won’t admit to it, but he secretly loves helping her decorate the house early for Halloween and Christmas.

who is the big spoon/little spoon?

George is always the big spoon, Morgan’s always the little spoon if they’re cuddling back-to-chest. they tried to switch that once, and Morgan was just like a “cute, adorable little backpack” to George. some days though, George is more than happen to cuddle up to Morgan and just lay his head on her chest while she plays with his hair.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports?

Morgan Cara Black. girl is too competitive for her own good. sure it’s very playful if they’re competing against each other, but Morgan is known to not be too fond of losing anything.

who starts the most arguments?

Morgan. sure they’re usually pointless and arguing just for the sake of it, but she usually starts the playful arguments. when it comes to actual arguments, the blame falls on both of them because they fail to keep their tempers in check when emotions run high.

who suggests that they buy a pet?

Morgan. but secretly George was gonna ask about it too. but in the end, Morgan is the reason they end up getting a dog and naming him Godric. and George is the reason the dog ended up staying because he absolutely adored the puppy.

what couple traditions they have?

since their first Christmas together, they both spend the week before Christmas shopping with their most trusted friends to find the perfect gift for each other without the other finding out about it. also for Christmas, they bake together, making Christmas pies to take to the Burrow. for Halloween and Christmas, they always decorate together, weeks in advance (much to Fred’s annoyance when they live above Wheezes).

what tv shows they watch together?

neither of them really get too into tv, so it’s usually just background noise. as a child though, George would watch a few shows on the muggle tv that Arthur owned, and eventually he got Morgan into watching reruns of those shows with him.

what other couples do they hang out with?

quite a few. there’s Kate Trewic and Cedric Diggory, Carmi Tonks and Neville Longbottom, and Fred and Angelina when they finally get together, just to name a few.

how they spend time together as a couple?

sometimes they’ll plan date nights on a whim, they’ll have a night in, or they’ll walk through Diagon Alley and look at the shops. quality time is one of their top love languages, so any way they can just simply be with each other is absolutely perfect for them, especially if either of them has been gone for work for a few days.

who made the first move?

listen, these two were so oblivious in the earliest stages of their relationship that they wouldn’t have known the other had the biggest damn crush on them if it smacked them over the head and then kicked them in the shin. ultimately though, it was their friends devising a plan to get them together at the Yule Ball that caused George to make the first move after years of mutual pining.

who brings flowers home?

George. on his lunch break, he makes a weekly stop by a flower kiosk and spends at least ten minutes picking out a bouquet to put in the vase on the kitchen counter of the flat for Morgan to come home to after work.

who is the best cook?

Morgan. George can cook, very well at that, but Morgan is slightly better at it, given it’s one of her biggest hobbies. if they’re both feeling up to it and they’re home at the same time, they’ll always cook dinner together, giving George the perfect opportunity to be a giant goof and show off for his girl.

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Could you do a au + trope + prompt for Adrian please au #1 trope #1 prompt #20 thank you

Confession

AU: Roommates + Trope: Friends to lovers + prompt: "It's just so hard not to fall in love with you." From this list!

Note: in this piece they are younger, poorer and mortals because... Reasons 👀

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Warning: A little bit of angst but mostly fluff.

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"Yes, it can be done… Ok… Yeah…" Adrian headed from his bedroom towards the kitchen, his cellphone against his ear as Amy waved to him from the counter eating cereal directly from the box. She was his best friend and, for almost two years now, his roommate. She was funny, sweet, gorgeous, caring, smart and he had never had a bond like this with anyone before, everytime he started to date a new girl, he just couldn't avoid comparing them to Amy. It took him time to figure out why he did that but, after a while he realized the motive. She was the person he loved the most.

"Mr. Clean?" She silently mouthed, referring to his bald boss. Adrian nodded, smiling as she rolled her eyes, almost exasperated.

"Okay… See you in the office… Yes, I'll be there as soon as possible… Bye." He hung up and grabbed a clean mug.

"Why do you keep working for jerks? You are way smarter than that." She passed him the coffee pot.

"I don't know. Why do you keep dating them?" He mocked and she rolled her eyes again.

"Ass." She grinned. "Henrik is not a jerk." She grumbled, lifting one of her feet in the stall as Adrian forced himself to not stare at her long legs or the fact that she was only wearing a crop top and the tiniest shorts he had ever seen. Instead, he thought about Henrik. That asshole. Who could even like that name? He hated him. Not because of how disrespectful he was with everyone or his constant "mistakes" with other women, certainly that doesn't help, but no. He hated him because he was dating Amy and she deserved a lot better than him. "You should give him a chance." 

"Sure!" He took the cereal box beside her, brushing her arm unintentionally with his, ignoring the goosebumps on his skin. "I truly enjoy when people call me Alan."

"Oh, come on! That was one time!" 

"It was five times." He playfully pinched her side and she giggled. "In one dinner." He sat in front of her, smiling at her bed hair. "Speaking of dinner, you want Chinese tonight?" 

"I can't… Date night." She smile apologetically. 

Hours later, when the street lights were on and his boss had finally come to his senses, Adrian opened the door of the small two bedroom apartment. His first impulse was to drop his suitcase, tie and jacket on the couch and pass out on his bed until the alarm clock woke him up tomorrow to go to a job he hated with a boss he couldn't stand. But she would be mad at him if he did that. Especially with all those things on the couch.

He went towards his bedroom and threw everything on the tiny desk, put on a pair of joggers and a simple white t-shirt noticing, once more, how quiet the place was without her. He always missed Amy when she wasn't around and since she wasn't home yet, he supposed that her date with Henrik was going awfully well.

Adrian flopped on the bed, covering his face and sighing heavily through his hands, thinking once more if it would be a good idea to move out, find a new place and roommate, and have a fresh start. But the thought of not being able to see her everyday hurt him more than anything. At least, even if he couldn't be with her, he could be around her, just be there for her whenever she needed him. A knock on his bedroom door cut his trail of thoughts.

"Adrian? Are you awake?" He smiled.

"Yes Ames." She went inside and, in just a blink of an eye, she laid on the bed beside him, curling against his side as his arm sneaked around her shoulders. "How was your date?" He asked, ignoring the familiar little pain pang in his chest. She opened her mouth to talk but the only sound coming out was a sob. "Amy, what happened? Why are you crying?" He enfolded her in his arms, hugging her tightly as she pressed her head against his chest, trembling just a bit, and his heart jumped inside his chest.

"H-he dump me."

"What?!" His blood boiled inside him like hot lava, more anger than ever. He was sure that if he had super strength, he would be ripping off Henrik's throat right now.

"He… He told me that he got bored of me."

"I'm so sorry, Ames." His palm caressing her head, the most gentle touch, her body clutching even closer, the proximity making his breath catch in his throat. "He's just a bastard who doesn’t deserve your love or tears. You deserve so much better."

"I should have listened to you." Her head moved to his shoulder, observing him through the tears. "You tried to warn me so many times." 

"Don't think about that right now."

"But it's true!" Her browns knitted together with anger. "There I was, thinking like an idiot that he might propose to me or something like that and he was bored of me! He even had the balls to tell me he never loved me!" 

Adrian stood in silence for a moment. "You wanted him to propose?" His voice was a rasped whisper and his chest hurt as he tried to make the words sound normal.

"...No" She muttered, thoughtful. "I'm not even sure if I really cared about him… I just feel frustrated and used, like some broken toy that no one wants to love." She nibbled the right corner of her bottom lip, like she did every time she was stressed or anxious.

"Hey, those are nonsenses! You are the most lovable person I know." Her cheeks darkened a bit and a little smile lifted her lips. "It’s just so hard not to fall in love with you." His hand slipped from her hair towards her cheekbone, allowing himself to lovingly stroke her beautiful face for just a moment.

"If that was the case, you should be over your head by now!" She giggled, smiling. Adrian didn't answer, debating what he should do next, confess and risk losing her or keep his mouth shut and continue to be her friend, maybe losing the chance to finally be with her. "Adrian?" He turned to watch at her, a profound look in his eyes.

"Who said I'm not?" He murmured, so soft and yet so intense.

"What?" She sat up, observing him, a wave of emotions going through her face as she studied him. He sat up too. "Are you kidding?"

"No." His hand extended for a moment, as if to take hers, but finally fell to his side again. "I--"

"But…" She interrupted him, astonished. "But you never said anything! Why have you never said anything?" She started to walk to the living room as Adrian followed her.

"Amy--"

"How long have you been feeling this way?" Adrian had never seen her this agitated. 'At least she's not thinking about Henrik anymore.' He thought to himself bitterly. 

"Does it really matter?"

"It does! Of course it fucking does!" She said almost yelling.

"Why?!"

"Because I have had a crush on you since senior year in college and I thought you would never see me as more than a friend!" She crossed her arms avoiding his eyes. "Or roommate in this context." She muttered.

They stood there, watching each other silently until Adrian cut out the distance between them in a second, sweetly hold her cheeks and took her mouth with his, his lips almost moving on their own, desperate to feel her, to let her know how much she means to him, to know how she liked to be kissed, to be held, to actually know how it feels to touch her soft lips as his whole body melted against hers. Her mouth moved firmly and rich alongside his with equal desire, his hand lowering to her waist, flushing her against his chest, as hers grabbed his nape, pulling him even closer, encouraging him. He softly bit her lip and she let out a small moan, the most precious sound he had ever heard and that he was hoping to hear more often and louder. When they needed to breathe, he touched her forehead with his, gently caressing a small part of skin under her top.

"Ames?" She didn't answer. Her eyes were shut, her cheeks were flush and her lips together as her chest came up and down rapidly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--" She opened her eyes and placed her fingers on his mouth, her eyes fixed on his as her thumb delicately touched his lips until she sweetly held his chin and softly lowered his head down. Her face a breath away from his with the most brilliant and sweetest smile he had ever seen.

"Just kiss me." 

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature 2

Summary:T’Challa’s got a secret and he’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: Here’s part 2. Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

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If they say why (why?), why (why?)

Tell them that it's human nature

Why (why?), why (why?), does he do me that way?

If they say why (why?), why (why?)

Tell them that it's human nature

Why (why?), why (why?), does he do me that way?

~ Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

Me: I know it’s late, I hope your business trip is going well. Call me when you wake up. I love you. Sweet dreams my love.

“Girl I know you aren’t texting him still. It’s probably after midnight over there.”

Naomi looked up as her friends chastised her. “Is it a crime to miss my husband?” Naomi cocked her hip.

“No, but that’s why we’re here. Besides, he had to leave for work like this when y’all were dating too. You should be used to it girl. You know what you signed up for.” a young toffee skinned woman sassed back. Tasha Johnson had no problem speaking her mind. That was precisely the reason that she and Naomi got along so well. They kept it real with each other, but were always there to support and encourage the other when the situation called for it.

Naomi knew she was right, she was usually right. Every time T’Challa had to go away like this, she would take the opportunity to invite her friends over for the night. They were only partially right though, she did miss her new husband, but she also missed living with her girls. She had lived with them up until she and T’Challa got married a few months ago. With her husband being gone so often, she wasn’t used to being alone. “That doesn’t make the separation any easier,” Naomi argued.

“Then why don’t you ask to go with him next time?” Gabrielle offered from her seat at the island. Gabrielle Hall was Naomi’s oldest friend. To be fair, she only outranked Tasha by a few months, but time had never mattered with these two. Gabrielle was Naomi’s roommate at Clark Atlanta University freshmen year. They instantly hit it off and with Tasha living across the hall, roommate less after her roommate left the school, the three became fast friends.

Naomi turned off the stove before replying. “You think I can?” She turned and grabbed three bowls from the cabinet. “Uh duh sis, you got wifey status now. With that big ole rock on your finger.” Tasha chimed in. “Still, United Nations stuff might be kinda private,” Naomi reasoned.

“As long as you buy your own ticket, it shouldn’t be that big of a problem. It’s not like y’all will need a separate room.” Gabrielle replied.

“Right, you don’t have to go to work with him, but homeboy be going to some nice places. Make a little vacation out of it. And I’m sure he’d be happy to have a little piece of home with him.” Tasha reassured. Naomi hummed in response. She placed even helpings of pasta in each of the bowls and handed them out. “I’ll think about it,” Naomi promised, settling at the dining room table.

“So what else is on the ‘keep Naomi from texting her future baby daddy’ agenda?” Gabrielle teased. “Well I could use some help with wedding planning-,” Naomi trailed off as her friends groaned. “Oh come on y’all, you’re supposed to be my maids of honor. This is maid of honor work.”

“But like isn’t this what you do for a living? Plan other people’s weddings?” Tasha asked. Naomi twirled the pasta around her spoon. “I mean yeah, but it’s apparently a lot easier when it’s not your own wedding,” Naomi mumbled before lifting the pasta to her lips. “Well, it should be a little less stressful,” Gabrielle comforted, “ y’all did the hard part already.”

“True, the courthouse should take off a lot of pressure.” Tasha echoed her friend. “Yeah, but this time all of our friends and family will be there. I just want everything to look great and have fun. I want it to feel like us.” Naomi explained.

“And it will,” Gabrielle offered. “It’ll be as bougie and black as y’all make it. You’re on top of your career, and so is he.” Tasha hyped. “Exactly, you are the woman who planned Beyonce’s vow renewal. You can definitely do this.” Gabrielle added.

“Thanks, but I would still like y’all’s help,” Naomi pouted.

“Fine-” “We’d love to-” Tasha and Gabrielle started at the same time. Naomi laughed.

“What do you need help with girl,” Gabrielle elbowed Tasha. “We have to choose the venue. They all offer something different but I just can’t decide. They’re all within walking distance of the reception hall, you know so that guests will hopefully participate in the second line parade.”

“Wait, the bridesmaids get a change of shoes for this part right,” Tasha interrupted. “Girl that is so not the point,” Gabrielle laughed. Naomi shook her head, “Anyway, these are the options,” Naomi pulled up the list on her phone and the group got to work. Hours later the women found themselves lounging on the couch. “Are you gonna include T’Challa’s family in this?” Gabrielle interrupted the comfortable silence of the room. “I don’t know yet, he hasn’t really talked much about inviting his family. He said he might try to see them on this trip.” Naomi replied.

“Well, if he wants them here, you should try to include his little sister, maybe as a bridesmaid. She’s what 18,19?” Gabrielle continued. “Yeah, he said she turned 18 a few months ago,” Naomi confirmed. “Good, it’ll be a great gesture if it can happen.” Gabrielle finished.

“Yeah, I’ll ask him about it when he gets back.”

“Have you guys set an official date for the wedding?”

“It really comes down to what day the venue is open. So we’re pretty flexible. Like y’all said, we’re already married, this is just the fun part.” Naomi shrugged, wiggling into a more comfortable spot on her part of the large sectional. “What about the honeymoon?” Tasha questioned. “We don’t know yet either, we have to see how long he can take off. Also realizing that if something goes down, he could be called into work.” Naomi frowned at the thought.

“I guess there’s no rest for everyone’s favorite United Nations ambassador,” Gabrielle teased.

“I guess not,” Naomi laughed. Tash sat up from her position on the chaise, “The real question is where are we going for this bachelorette party?”

“I was thinking Greece,” Naomi smiled, “Ride some horses on the ocean and sightsee. Mostly hang out on the beach. But we gotta go to the Parthenon y’all.”

“Oh god, she’s gonna turn the party into a history tour,” Tasha groaned. “Shut up,” Naomi threw a pillow at her friend.

“You know the strip club and bar scene isn’t really her thing, besides she’s already married. With a husband like T’Challa, I’d be surprised if any stripper could measure up anyway.” Gabrielle teased.

“Moving on,” Naomi loudly announced as Tasha cracked up on the carpet. “Ha ha ha,” Naomi deadpanned. Gabrielle shrugged, “I’m just speaking the truth. Besides, Greece sounds great. Who’s going?”

“I was thinking just us, and I guess T’Challa’s sister if she wants to go. Maybe, Natalie and Bey if they can get away. Nothing huge.” Naomi revealed. The bride to be again stood up and stretched. “Still can’t believe I’m gonna be in a wedding with Beyoncé” Tasha sighed. “You act like didn’t meet her at the engagement party,” Gabrielle yawned. “It’s still a major milestone for me,” Tasha sat up.

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed. Y’all know where the rooms are. Night.” Naomi yawned before trudging up the stairs, blanket over her head. “Night,” Tasha and Gabrielle called before following suit. Once in her room, Naomi picked up the picture of her and T’Challa at the courthouse on their wedding day. He was pressing a kiss to her cheek as she grinned. With his hand wrapped around her waist, she flashed her diamond ring for the camera to see. The happiness in the picture was contagious. A grin spread across her own face before she face-planted into their bed.

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Stuck -- Chapter Fifteen

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           “This game is awesome,” I squeal as Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and I win yet another game of Overwatch with two random players. “We are the best!”

           “You are just saying that because we are on a winning streak,” Jungkook laughs.

           A few hours ago we made it home, and everything has been going great. Namjoon and Emily are hanging out at the dorms doing who know what. Seokjin and Nari went out grocery shopping, and should now be back at their apartment relaxing. Yoongi and Hoseok are at Yoongi’s place probably writing music. The four of us left over are at Taehyung and my place getting our fill of a new video game.

           “Jagi, how do you have such good skills?” Taehyung looks over at me from the other end of the couch.

           “Don’t you play video games all the time, cutie?” Jimin looks up at me from the floor.

           As always, Jungkook and Jimin are sitting on the floor, but Jimin is near me while Jungkook is by Taehyung.

           “Just Pokémon, Animal Crossing, Harvest Moon, Mario, and some small random Nintendo games,” I pet Haipeo’s head as she is lying next to me. “Tae plays all the games like this. I’m more of a handheld and computer girl.”

           “Princess, you are such a geek,” Taehyung giggles. “I love it so much.”

           “I love you,” I coo, sitting up and fixing my glasses. “And I think I love two other boys in this room too.”

           “I think Keyowo loves me,” Jungkook is overly cocky with the dog sleeping in his lap.

           “You forced her to sit in your lap,” Jimin shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s love.”

           “She didn’t run away,” I stick up for the youngest boy. “That must mean something.”

           “Thank you, adorable, for sticking up for me,” Jungkook looks over at me. “You are the sweetest.”

           I smile, “That’s how I am. Just wanting to be as nice as possible to every single person.”

           “And that’s how we got together,” Taehyung boxy smiles. “Because I am the same way.”

           “She also accepted your weirdness,” Jimin says. “Which we were seriously interested to know if she would.”

           “Hey,” I pout. “What’s that supposed to mean about me?”

           “That you are a lovely girl who knows her soulmate when she found him,” Jungkook gives a forced smile, batting his eyelashes. “You also proved us boys wrong because you two make each other so happy.”

           “It was still hell hearing Tae-Tae talk our ears off about you,” Jimin groans. “It’s like he loved you right after the first meeting.”

           I look over at my boyfriend, his cheeks reddening at the comment. “Can I let you in on a little secret, babe?”

           Taehyung looks over at me, a small smile on his face. “Is it bad?”

           I chuckle, “No, not at all. It’s cute, and a bit weird, but you’ll like it.”

           “Go for it,” he winks.

           I feel my cheeks heating up, but I don’t shy away. “After I met you, I went back to Nari’s and looked up pictures of you the second I could. I had to check if you were the real deal, and put a picture for your contact.”

           “That’s unfair,” Taehyung pouts.

           “What?” Jungkook, Jimin, and I look at the boy in shock.

           “You could look up pictures of me, set pictures up, and remember exactly what I looked like,” Taehyung explains. “I had to remember what you looked like by memory. And I only saw you for ten minutes!”

           Jungkook, Jimin, and I burst into giggles. Haipeo even lets out a small bark.

           “Aw, Tae babe,” I resist the urge to crawl over and sit in his lap. “You could have just asked for a picture.”

           “That would have been creepy, and you know it,” Taehyung sits up on his knees and points at me. “Jagi, I could have drawn your face after that first meeting. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

           I look away, waving him off. “Whatever Tae. You’re too cute.”

           “I agree,” Jungkook says. “I mean, he’s known as one of the cute ones.”

           “I love how close you seven are,” I get comfortable on the couch again. “Now, can we get another game started?”

           “You used to be cute, Kookie,” Jimin chuckles. “Then you hit puberty.”

           “I am just able to be cute and sexy at the same time,” Taehyung boasts.

           “I trump all of you in cuteness,” I giggle, looking down at my laptop. “Just deal with it, and let’s move on.”

           “You are also super sexy baby,” Taehyung says. “Hot, beautiful, stunning, all those words.”

           “Stop,” I wave him off, feeling my cheeks and ears heating up. “Let’s just get back to Overwatch. We can talk more after a few more rounds.”

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           A warm bath is always nice to have at the beginning of my period. It helps soothe my cramps as the painkillers take their time to kick in. Taehyung was actually the one to wake me up and tell me that I had blood on my pants. He was so sweet about the issue, kissing me all over my face to make me feel better. He carried me to the bathroom, and got me new shorts and underwear. He’s the best boyfriend I could have asked for.

           I sigh as a new slow song I’ve never heard before starts up. It’s on playlist called Bubble Bath Time that Taehyung made for me in times like this. “If only I wasn’t alone,” I mumble, beginning to feel like a prune.

           The song moves on, and not even a minute into ‘Butterfly’ does my phone begin to ring.

           “What the fuck?” I groan, sitting up to look at my phone.

           Taehyung’s dorky face is now taking over my screen as his voice telling me to pick up in many different voices fills my ears.

           “What is he doing?” I giggle, drying my hand to answer the phone and put it on speaker. “Yes Tae bae?”

           “Bae?” Taehyung’s deep laughter fills the air. “Was that a slip up?”

           I giggle, “Did I not say babe?”

           “No, you didn’t. I guess you are just too relaxed to think straight.”

           “Tae bae slides right off the tongue. I like it.”

           “So do I, so keep saying it.”

           “Okay, now that that is out of the way. Why did you call me?”

           “To check in on you, of course. How is my wifey?”

           I chuckle, “That is going to be so hard to get used to.”

           “Call me hubby.”

           “In due time, maybe,” I sigh. “I’m doing fine, Tae. I’m in the bath right now, and my cramps are way better. It’s a good thing it happened this morning and you were there to take care of me.”

           “I knew you were going to start because of last month, and because of the random stomachache. Wait, how are you taking a bath? Isn’t it getting everywhere?”

           I burst into laughter, unplugging the drain so I can calm myself down. “Oh, you innocent child in some aspects of this big world.”

           “The fuck was that?” Taehyung is holding in his laughs.

           “Tae! I rarely hear you curse.”

           “You liked it didn’t you? You curse all the time!”

           I giggle, “Yeah, I do say some bad words more often then most. It’s how I let off steam. But I will admit it was hot. Don’t go crazy, though.”

           “So, what am I so innocent about, hm?”

           “Tampons, babe. That’s how I am able to take baths,” I stand up, grabbing a towel to wrap around my body.

           “Oh,” he breaths out. “I saw those at the store.”

           “Yes, that’s where they sell them.”

           “I’ll Google them later. Now, what are your plans after the bath?”

           “Well, I’m done with it now, so Ill get dressed and then make lunch. Oh, and let the dogs out. Then write, and maybe color to destress.”

           “Are you stressed, jagiya? Do I need to come home?”

           I chuckle, picking up my phone to set in on the sink counter. “No, Tae, I can take care of myself. I’ll be fine until you come home. Plus, you can’t just drop everything to come to my side when I feel bad. You have a job.”

           “That I work hard at every single day. I can get a few hours off to come help you. If you are really in pain or something.”

           “I a fine. Plus, you called me. It’s one thing if I called you.”

           “True,” he chuckles. “I should let you go then. To get dressed and go do all the things you need to get done.”

           “I love you, Taehyung. Work hard and let’s make dinner together tonight.”

           “Sounds perfect, baby,” he hums. “See you later. I love you too.”

           “Bye babe.”

           He makes kissing noises before the line goes dead.

           The slow music starts back up again. ‘Butterfly’ giving me a weird calm.

           “That boy, too sweet to me. Fate is a crazy thing.” I quickly get dressed, deciding on some sweat shorts and a tight t-shirt with ‘BTS’ on the front and the boy’s names on the back. My hair ends up in a tiny bun as I exit the bathroom.

           I leash Haipeo and Keyowo up to take them out for a bathroom break and a walk. The action making me feel like a grown-up, and proud of how far I have come as a person. Once back in the apartment, I fill their food and water bowls, and get to making my own lunch. The only thing I feel well enough to make is a cheesy toasty and a tall glass of milk.

           “Social media time, I guess,” I take a bite of my sandwich, opening up Instagram. All kinds of pictures fill my feed, looking for something out of the ordinary. I don’t spot anything, and check my latest post. It’s a picture of the tub full, bubbles almost overflowing, and a caption are positive, asking if I am doing okay. Twitter is where I see hate almost instantly. It’s hard to just skip over it, and I close out of the app within minutes of opening it. “I think I’m going to clean,” I smile, placing my dirty dishes in the sink and turning on the faucet. “And I am going to blast music because I am a bigger person than those haters. And I always will be.”

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           “It smells so good, doesn’t it babies?” I smile as Haipeo and Keyowo play tug-of-war with a rope toy.

           I’ve been quite productive on my day off, cleaning the whole apartment so I broadened my music horizon. Now getting to know so many different groups. When I had the cleaning done, I decided to rest and color for a bit. The weight of the harsh words drifting way. The dogs let me know when they needed to go out for a bathroom break and another walk. I will always be grateful that they love taking the elevator.

           “Chocolate chip cookies are always good,” I slip off the barstool, walking over to the oven to check the progress of my last two batches. “And with everyone who will want some, it’s a good thing I doubled the recipe.” Cookies upon cookies on paper towels take up the counters. There has to be at least seventy cookies out right now, with around twenty ready to come out of the oven. “Too bad I didn’t plan dinner,” I turn off the oven, putting oven mitts on to take the two cookie sheets out.

           Haipeo and Keyowo rush to the front door, signaling Taehyung’s return. The dogs being able to hear the key in the lock will always make me smile.

           “Welcome home, Tae bae!” I shout as I hear the door close. I turn down the music, grabbing the little spatula to move the cookies.

           “Princess, it smells so good,” Taehyung’s voice fills my ears. “So many cookies!”

           I giggle, doing my best to transfer the cookies faster. “We have so many friends, so I had to make a lot of cookies.”

           “What’s for dinner?” Taehyung wraps his arms around my middles, pressing kisses to my neck.

           Haipeo lets out a bark, causing a giggle to fill the room that isn’t Taehyung or myself.

           “Jimin,” I peal Taehyung’s arms off of me, turning to see Jimin on the living room floor with Haipeo and Keyowo.

           “Hi cutie,” Jimin waves at me. His smile so big his face squishes up.

           “What’s going on?” I walk over to the sink, getting to the dishes right away.

           “Well, Seokjin is with Nari,” Taehyung picks up a dry dish towel. “And Namjoon is with Emily. Jungkook went out with some friends, and Yoongi and Hoseok stayed to do some song writing.”

           “So, Chim-Chim had no where to go,” I hand a bowl to Taehyung. “Are you going to help with dinner, Chim?”

           “Of course,” Jimin nods. “I will prove my worth.”

           “Good,” I shuffle around on my toes, slowly feeling insecure in my outfit. “That means you two boys will start the meal and I can change.”

           “What?” Taehyung pouts. “Jagi, don’t do that,” he whines. “You look so hot,” he taps my butt a few times.

           “Do I make you uncomfortable, Amber?” Jimin seriously asks.

           “No, no,” I shake my head. “I’m just underdressed and feel out of place.”

           “You look fine. Don’t worry about it. Perfect in everything you do.”

           “And I won’t let you change,” Taehyung kisses my cheek. “My beautiful princess.”

           I feel the heat spread across my cheeks. “What are you going to make for dinner?”

           The boys chuckle at my quick change of subject.

           “Well, Tae here doesn’t cook much,” Jimin replies. “So it ahs to be a simple meal.”

           “Ramen,” Taehyung cutely looks around at the both of us.

           “Aw, that’s perfect,” I pat my boyfriend’s cheek. “Can we take a picture for my Instagram?”

           “I want to be in the picture too!” Jimin shouts.

           “Of course, Jiminie,” I giggle. “I would never leave you out.”

           “Why the need for the picture?” Taehyung whispers as we begin to pack away the cookies.

           “Just, reasons,” I shrug. “Nothing to worry about, I promise.”

           “It was hate, wasn’t it?”

           I sigh, “I’m fine now, Tae. I did a lot today, and the comments have left my mind.”

           “But you want to show them wrong, right?”

           “I guess.”

           “What’s all the whispering about?” Jimin asks as he steps into the kitchen.

           “Just, stuff,” I turn and hand the boy a cookie. “Now, are you ready to make dinner?”

********

           Taehyung’s hands are on my hips as he stands behind me, chin resting on the top of my head. “So, did someone take the picture yet?”

           I giggle, reaching my hands back to place them on Taehyung’s shoulders. “Namjoon does outfit posts, Tae and I can do couple posts.”

           “I know ARMY will go crazy,” Hoseok laughs.

           “I got some good pictures,” Yoongi grins. “So you can stop now.”

           Taehyung kisses the top of my head before pulling away from me. “Break time will always be fun with you here.”

           “Any time is fun with Amber,” Jungkook skips over to me. “You just bring something that no one else can.”

           “Yeah, it’s because she’s a girl,” Yoongi shakes his head. “You perverts.”

           I chuckle, “So that’s it, hm?”

           “We just think she’s cute,” Jimin rushes up to me, tickling my sides before picking me up like a bride. “She’s so much fun to be around, and always makes us smile.”

           “She’s sweet like that,” Seokjin smiles. “Always wanting the best for others, and then thinking of herself.”

           “Give her to me, hyung,” Taehyung pouts, holding out his arms for me.

           “As you wish,” Jimin taps his nose to my forehead before handing me over to Taehyung.

           “What is she, a doll?” Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Put her down.”

           “She’s a princess,” Taehyung rubs his nose across mine. “Do you want down, jagi?”

           “Well, breaks almost over, and I need to do something with those pictures,” I run my hand over his cheek.

           “Oh yeah, we took pictures for a reason,” he giggles, placing my feet on the ground. “A kiss?”

           I press my lips to his, smiling as his fingers sneak under my shirt to pinch my sides. “Okay, don’t go too crazy, Tae.”

           “No bae?” Jimin teases.

           “But you’re my bae, Chim,” I smirk.

           “Ah, well, you little,” Jimin pokes my cheek. “Cute.”

           “All of you guys are my before anyone else. I love all of you!” I skip over to Yoongi, sitting down as close to him as possible. “Thanks for taking pictures.”

           “My sister asked, so I delivered,” Yoongi places his arm around my shoulders. “I’m not always a cold hard ass.” He hands me my phone.

           “Thank you,” I rest my head on his shoulder. “You like taking pictures, don’t you?”

           “I do. It’s a bit of a hobby.”

           “Like Emily, but not as deep into it. So, do you ever snap pictures of me when I’m not looking? Moments where I look cute, or you just have to take a picture to remember the moment.”

           “As does Tae. We can’t help but want to take pictures of you.”

           I have a tight lipped grin as I select a picture to post on Instagram. “Is it my looks? My cheeks?”

           “Your puffy cheeks?” Yoongi gently pinches my cheek. “Maybe that’s what it is.”

           “Maybe it’s the hair,” I sigh, posting the picture. “Or the eyes.”

           “It’s just you.”

           I look up, catching Taehyung on his phone as his thumbs type away. Jimin is next to him, watching over whatever he is doing on his phone.

           “Okay, is everyone ready?” Mr. Son asks as he enters the room, a group of back-up dancers behind him.

           “Are we practicing ‘Fire’ now?” Seokjin asks.

           “Yes, for Amber’s sake. She has only done it a few times with the whole group.”

           I place my phone down next to my jacket and water bottle. “I was actually going to ask if we could do a few run throughs for myself.” I slowly stand up, giving a few quick stretches. “Okay, I am ready to do some dancing.”

           For the song ‘Fire’ I am placed in the middle so no one can spot me and cause a shit storm. When the boys walk through the middle at the end, I am able to reach out and high-five them. Though I would never do that in front of hundreds of ARMYs.

           “It’s so cool to have you here with us,” a girl next to me pats my shoulder. “A great dancer, dating Taehyung, and such a kind soul.”

           I giggle, “Thank you. I’m just doing the best I can.”

           “Some of us talk about inviting you to hang out, but know you are busy with so much. Probably school, and then being a girlfriend.”

           “Well, I have no school, so I don’t have to study. Being a girlfriend and taking care of two dogs takes a lot. I do have friends, and go out. I’m still kind of a kind.”

           “Well, next time we go out to lunch, we might invite you.”

           I give a small smile to the girl, “I’d like that. Can’t say I would go, but I would always give it thought. You guys are more than co-workers. You are a family, and I want to be a good member.”

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Hope you enjoyed reading! About 2/3′s of the way through now! :D

[urflowersdied]

soft sounds from another planet

In which you get called in to help Harry’s writers block and become his new creative muse in the process.

A/N: Hello, hi, how are you? January’s been a bitch of a month for me, and even though I wanted to work on another part for Cold as Ice(d coffee), it just wasn’t happening. But I pulled myself together and wrote this 2.4k word one shot. I basically told dialogue to go fuck itself on this one, but I still hope you guys will give it a read! (Oh, also I guess this is mature-ish?)

Special thanks go out to the wifey @theasstour and writer extraordinaire @meetyourmouths for dealing with my insecurities while writing! 

Hope you enjoy!

Sophomore albums were a difficult hurdle to overcome. Harry knew that. Had been warned by everyone - from his best friend and manager Jeff to artists he had been idolising since childhood which had now become wonderful mentors to him, even his mother, who had a weird knack for pretending to be some sort of music journalist, had tried to lower the expectations he had set for himself. And he had tried to keep all of their advice in mind when he travelled to Tokyo in late December to begin the creative process, but, staying true to his overachieving self, Harry quickly fell back into old patterns of stress and anger whenever he couldn’t quite get the sounds in his head onto paper and into the microphone.

Tonight was one of those nights. The kind of night where his hair resembled a likeness of Medusa rather than Cupid, and where his roots ached from the constant tugging his own hand had performed - and not, as he would have preferred, out of pleasure. Instead, frustration had fuelled his actions. Thomas, leaning back in a swivelling chair next to him, lit the end of a joint. The previous hours had not been productive in the slightest, and the collaborator was desperately looking for a way to get his artist… relaxed. Out of the prison his own mind had created for itself.

Tom knew that the weight of huge expectation was resting on the young man’s shoulders. Not necessarily pressure induced by his record company - Harry was basically another member of the Azoff family, and anything he would create would be received with welcoming arms and exclamations of love -, but rather from critics. Fans. Friends and foes.

For every admirer Harry had gained throughout his years in the music industry - and there were a lot of them - another individual could be found that was just waiting for him to fail. Anticipating for him to create something they could turn their nose up at. At least, that’s the impression Harry often got.

Inhaling puff after puff of smoke, Tom debated his next move. He knew the guy next to him well enough to be aware of how deep he could descent into minuscule cavities in his psyche. Once he had fallen, it was difficult to pull Harry out of these depths. “Think you shouldn’t stress about it, mate. Let’s just call it a night and then… we’ll try again tomorrow. One bad day doesn’t ruin the album.”

Of course Harry knew that. He was painfully aware that, in some weird way, an artist depended on these bad, horrible, dreadful sessions to create something even more vibrant the next time around. The issue was that Harry didn’t want to rely on them. Wasn’t too fond of needing to endure these kinds of emotions and feelings to create a musical experience. He had enough experiences to draw inspiration from. Ones that were difficult to revisit, but that he knew would ultimately help him create the vocal pictures he aspired to paint - with melodies serving as the canvas and words as paint. What he didn’t thought to be necessary was the grievance of writer’s block robbing him of these crucial tools.

Massaging the corners of his eyes with his right thumb and pointer finger, Harry let out a sigh. At the very least he could agree with Tom on one thing: it was time to let this downer of a day come to an end. “Yeah… Gonna turn in, I think.” Usually he would stick around, indulge in one of his bad habits with his friend - when Harry was in a good mood weed had established itself as a great way to unwind after a productive day, but he fears today the drug would result in a rather unpleasant outcome - and maybe even catch the sunrise casting a hazy glow on Tokyo. Right now, though, he just craved the comfort his bed could provide.  

After offering some more words of encouragement, Tom whirled his chair around to watch the retreading figure of a defeated man. As soon as Harry’s hunched back was out of vision he grasped his phone and sent a little prayer out to everyone that would lend an open ear. This little plan of his needed to be set in motion, immediately. Because if he had to deal with this version of his mate for much longer he might actually get bit by the same bug that had infested Harry’s trains of thought.

You were a godsend. Harry was sure of it. Whichever lightning bolt had sparked the idea in Tom’s mind to invite one of his wife’s acquaintances - nevertheless a simple university student currently on exchange in Tokyo -, he was grateful for that weird force of nature and had even toyed with the idea of sending a grateful letter to Thor.

Because it really shouldn’t have worked. When his collaborator first introduced you to each other it had taken all of the will power Harry could muster up to refrain from scoffing. Sure, you were in the process of following a musicology program, but he knew enough professional musicians and producers that he could have contacted. His problem really didn’t lay with the array of creative minds available to him, but rather with the barricade that had erected itself within the confines of his own head.

It only took a few short days for him to realise the purpose of your presence. How the sound of one simple giggle leaving your vocal chords chipped away at the frustration his mind had been housing. How the sheer joy displayed across your face as the inner workings of the music industry and the process of creating an album were introduced to you brought fresh wind into Harry’s own perception of his career. He really was grateful to possess a quite established name at his age, even if it brought some unwanted side effects like pressure and contempt.

But your mere presence in the studio hadn’t been enough - at least not in your own eyes.

It had started with a late-night trip to a small hole-in-the-wall karaoke bar in central Tokyo. You were absolutely certain spending a few hours not worrying about his own music, but instead imitating what other songwriters had created before him and singing his “pretty little heart out” - these were obviously your words and not his - would turn out to be restorative for his soul. And Harry thinks that, yes, perhaps that could have been the case… had you not been there to shift his focus from the stage and glaring stage lights to the way your eyes seemed to droop ever so slightly as you fought the exhaustion creeping up on your. He knew that your schedule was particularly busy nowadays, not only having to focus on classes, lectures and projects but now also on this nuisance of an artist who couldn’t seem to get his shit together companionless. So, the outing was cut short - Harry opting to get you safely back to your accommodation in lieu of downing another alcoholic substance in the karaoke establishment.

Then you had felt bad for “ruining his night” - once again, these were your words as he would never get the impression that you could ruin just about anything -, organising another get-together later in the week. Harry couldn’t really claim to be an avid concert goer. He loved taking time out of his days to treat him and his friends to shows put on by icons such as Paul McCartney, Fleetwood Mac or The Eagles, but being at his level of celebrity attending other gigs was more difficult. That you would actually drag everyone to the first random concert which took place in Tokyo that night was definitely not something Harry had expected. It was of course just his luck that it happened to be some kind of EDM show, but no matter how little the thumbing bass and flashing lights interested him, keeping a watchful eye on your enjoyment left him feeling thoroughly inspired by the end of the night.

It wasn’t as though Tom or anyone else that spent time around Harry and you in Tokyo didn’t notice. No matter how slick he thought he was, heart eyes were incredibly difficult to hide. So nobody could say they were surprised in the slightest when your visits to the studio became more frequent over time. And when you started keeping him company for late night studio session after everyone else decided to call it a night, none of them bothered to do a double take. Tom hadn’t necessarily planned this outcome - Harry looking at you as though you hung the start up in the sky and you being equally as infatuated by him -, rather just thought you would be a wonderful friend to a stressed out young man and knowing you had also been in need of a friend apart from all the stress university put you under, but he would not be caught dead complaining about the situation. His collaborators creative drive was back on track, and he was looking forward to his wife thanking him for keeping an eye out for her friend when he arrived back home.

So, here you found yourself. Sitting next to Harry on the couch that was placed in the studio space to offer its inhabitants a small sense of homeliness and comfort during close-to-frustratedly-ripping-your-hair-out moments. Earlier in the evening you had helped him record a demo version of a possible album song, humming the melody quietly into a second microphone as he sang some lyrics he was quite honestly still struggling with. Now you were just casually scrolling through your various social media timelines, completely encompassed in words written by one of your friends. Harry had attempted to get some shut-eye but no matter how often he tried to force himself to look at the inside of his lids, he couldn’t.

His eyes simply couldn’t not focus on you when you took up space in his vicinity. The way your hair fell in front of your face, but still didn’t completely succeed in obstructing his view of your features. How you continuously either hummed or whistled his previously recorded melody, so softly that he wasn’t even sure you were aware of your actions. Your fingers handling the mobile device, how soft he remembers them to be from previous interactions and how he longs for them to touch him. He was utterly intrigued by your whole being, no matter how hard he sometimes tried to deny it. Harry had already noticed the addicting feelings - whatever they may be - he harboured for you seeping out of multiple lyrics and chord progressions he had generated recently.

After weeks of struggling to keep emotions at bay, he felt like he couldn’t contain them any longer. And once you’ve noticed a shift on the couch cushion next to you and switched your line of sight from your device to his intense gaze, you weren’t sure restraint belonged to your vocabulary either.

There was no need for words between the two of you. Not in this situation. Not when this captivating young man was in such close proximity that you could feel the rapid puffs of his breath on your face, aiding the blood currently rushing through your veins in warming up your entire body. You were convinced you wanted to live in this moment for the rest of your life - but then his breath disappeared and you wondered how foolish you had been to long for the previous moment to last.

Because this one… this new scene you found yourself in surmounted the previous one by miles. This was the kind of moment motion pictures tried to recreate. The kind of moment authors longed to emulate. The kind of moment that stuck in your memories like taffy to teeth. Harry’s lips delicately pressing down on yours would serve as fuel for daydreams for the rest of your life, you were sure of it.

And Harry… well, he felt like he had won the jackpot. That you reciprocated his outpour of emotions, kisses and touches was a bewildering reality to grasp, but he welcomed it nonetheless. As his hands slid down the sides of your waist and helped you settle comfortable onto his lap - a space he had imagined your figure perched in for a while now - he tried to decelerate both of your movements. He wanted to make the most of this exact place in time, not knowing when or if it could be recreated.

The kisses exchanged between the both of you soon became too many to keep count. Even though the pace had slowed, the heat infiltrating the studio air rose quickly. Nothing mattered more than the other person participating in this encounter. Lost in fingertips tracing lines and shapes into skin, the gentle movement of hips trying to create friction, soft sounds escaping two sets of plush lips.

Harry was convinced that coaxing out sighs of pleasure from deep within your figure would become his favourite past-time activity. He experimented with every spot imaginable: enveloping your earlobe with his tongue, pressing passionate kisses down your neck, smoothing his ring-clad hands up and down your thighs to ultimately let them rest on your backside. And each time he discovered another part of your body you awarded him with yet another noise. Not before long he wouldn’t be able to remember the melody that had been established earlier in the evening, your sounds transcending any tune his mundane brain could have envisioned.

Just before he got too carried away, Harry forced himself to create the tiniest bit of distance between your physiques. He wanted to continue - god, did he ever want anything more? - but he was also set on gradually progressing with this relationship in its early stages. Giving both of you some time to get acquainted a little more instead of diving in head first.

Reaching his hands up to grasp your flushed face, he couldn’t prevent the boyish grin spreading across his own. While you were still attempting to catch your breath Harry racked his brain for a cheeky comment to break the silence which had seeped into the room. It wasn’t an awkward situation - far from it, because he felt incredibly comfortable right here - but if there was a way for him to tease out another onslaught of your giggles, then he would do everything in his power to do just that.

“A little out of breath, are we? There’s more where that came from, but we’ll save that for another time, love.”

[namjoonchronicles]

homebound | yoongi

Pairing: yoongi x reader Genre: fluff, domestic, marriage au Word count: 4k

Author’s note: i just need someone to catch me when i fall. To pick the things i accidentally left behind, hold my hand and tell me that i’m safe.

There’s something wrong with the snare file Hoseok gave.

Yoongi pursed his lips, staring at the screen of flattened audios full of soundwaves. His face shone by the light from the computer while the rest of the room is pitch black. Then, his passcode-only-accessible door beeped a certain combination and unlocked.

The light is flipped on and Yoongi didn’t even blink, resuming to type, like nothing happen. You walked in, with an exasperated sigh to say, “Can you please please please watch the fried chicken so it won’t burn, I need to poop.”

“Sure wokey...” Yoongi glanced to his screen and typing while pushing his chair back, ready to leave. His left foot was already extended out but his arm hadn’t left the keyboard, frantically punching a few button.

You, on the other hand, were running down the hallway to your main bedroom bathroom, already discarding your shorts and sped through the door.

Yoongi swings his feet out his home studio and shut the door with a mechanical click. The whole house smells like fried chicken. He poked the chicken with the tongs and decided that it wasn’t cooked yet. In a relaxed manner, he glides his eyes to the fridge and squinted over a very oddly suspicious writing that wasn’t his or hers. He pinched this paper and took a closer look.

Of course he didn’t recognise his own writing. He was drunk when he wrote it. On cough medicine.

“Kitchen sink needs fixing, too little flow of water.”

Yoongi went over to check if the allegations were true. It was.

Despite his drunken state, he remembered everything he needed to do as a husband. He had a terrible cough that day. Days, actually. Phlegm start building up and he expelled yellow greenish mucus, lost his voice for a few days, and came back with a groggy one. You told Namjoon he couldn’t be at work, so he stayed at home, where he’s safe. And fed.

Peeking at the chicken that’s happily frying in the pot, he uses the tongs to lift them from the hot oil and to the plate.It was your turn making lunch today, Yoongi will prepare dinner. Thinking that you’d be out in a short while, he placed another batch of chicken into the oil and it sizzled, deliciously.

“Such a heavenly smell…” you said in a sing-song voice. He felt your hand running across the span of his shoulders and your body weight on his when you leaned towards him. “Praising me won’t make me take over the fried chicken, wifey,” he scrunched his face at you and you pouted at him. “I hope you get eaten by the computers one day, and I’ll get all your insurance,” you leaned your back to the kitchen counter watching your husband squinting his eyes at each piece of chicken drumstick he placed inside the oil. “That would take awhile since scientists have not made it possible for a human to travel in micro sizes yet,” he mutters with a certain drawl.

You crossed your arm at him and he gives you a brief but frightened, side glance. He stiffens and placed the tongs on the side. Fidgeting, he turned to look away from you and wiped his nose, sniffling. The air changed, so you must have been angry.

“Move,” you pushed him from your spot, “Go to your studio.”

Yoongi acted like a slime, switching place with you, hugging you from behind and leaned his 5am stubble-covered chin on your shoulder,rocking his hip side to side. “...I’m going to the store in a bit, do you want anything?” he raspily whispered in your ear. You put on your best bitch face and continued cooking without responding to his question. It’s what he deserves for answering so snarkily. Yoongi had always been so tactless in his words, you often wondered where he got it from.

It didn’t take a lot for him to notice the blossoming reddish blue splotch of skin raised a bit higher than the others on your right knuckle. He frowns in distaste because obviously, you have hurt yourself when he’s not around. “What’s that?” He slides his chin off your shoulder and moved his hand down your forearm to your wrist to get a closer, accusing look. He tips his eyes at you and you took your hand to scratch your nose, and put them away from sight. “The first batch of fried chicken...was merciless,” you added a nervous chuckle, not wanting him to see you as a bad cook with little experience. There was excess liquid on the first batch, and it hid behind a coat of bread. You, who thought little of it thought that it would be safe to put them in the hot oil. It was an accident. It could have happened to anybody.

“Which one,” Yoongi grumbled. You blinked and gave him a blank expression. What on earth is he talking about.

“Which one of these fried chicken decided that it was okay to splatter hot oil on my wife’s wrist?” he narrowed his eyes to the plate of chicken.

You don’t know how but you managed to put on a straight face and then, a puzzled face while pointing to the one accused, without sputtering laughter. When you’d been with someone long enough, their jokes become something you just can’t tolerate, sober. Yoongi proceeds to grab the drumstick and rips its flesh to an act fit to be called, ‘angry-eating’. “I’m gonna slaughter you,” Yoongi thought.

“I think I pointed to the wrong one, they all look the same after frying,” you sounded so nonchalant, but the sound of chewing stop from Yoongi’s side. Then he glided his eyes to the rest of the chicken, muttering, “At least they know what happens if you hurt Min Yoongi’s wife.”

“Alright-alright, you’re going to fight the fried chicken for a tiny blister in place for your wife? Cute, but you gotta go to the store and get me some glass noodles. I saw one good recipe in the internet and wanted to try it out,” Hands on each of his shoulders, you whirl him around until you could smack his bum to usher him out the house. He struts outside with a cheeky smile and dug his hand into the pocket of his hoodie, hiding his head under the hood. He didn’t like people much, but he’d do anything to make your day easier. If the wifey wants glass noodles, then she’ll get them glass noodles. He left for something else too.

As he trudges his way there, he saw a familiar face. In the hallways stretching to the lobby where the post box for each residence were. She slips a letter inside.

He didn’t act so rashly and greeted her, because it seemed like she was there uninvited. If you knew she was here, you wouldn’t let her leave without a cup of coffee. Which led to Yoongi to wonder, why have you stopped speaking about her. Her, what was her name, Yoongi pondered. The one with a beauty mark on the side of her lips. Gemini. You always called your friends by their horoscope, instead of their real names. You used to talk about her a lot but somewhere in the span of four to five months, perhaps more, Yoongi couldn’t recall, you suddenly stopped. Yoongi made a mental note to take the letter from the box later when he returns. He wasn’t planning for a long stop at the store and promised to return less than half an hour.

“...that was odd,” he commented when he saw Gemini leaving without stalling any second. Did something happen between the two that he didn’t know about? That must have been it, then. You rarely spoke to him about your days because he was often so preoccupied with his work, so you both were drifting away emotionally, if not physically. That saddens him. Why did he need a reminder every now and then that he is married and is taking care of someone else’s soul apart from his own. He sighed to himself and resumed his route back to the store where he was supposed to be, ten minutes ago.

Maybe its due time that you get yourself a good spa trip.

Your neck and shoulders were suffering from constant stress, you were losing valuable sleep because your legs were having cramps in the middle of the night--and you bet, Yoongi didn’t know any of it. What did you expect? Him to read your mind, and expect him to know what you want without speaking, and communicating, like humans do? This is why you were his headache. You gave yourself a half shake of your head and a lingering smile on your lips, thinking of how ridiculous the concept of love is, in your head. Let’s be honest, Yoongi was your dream husband and your parent’s nightmare. You had emphasized this many times that you would not marry someone you didn’t feel connected with. Your mother called you stubborn, your father couldn’t look at you. But you were firm, and determined that this man is for you and like it or not, Yoongi will be your husband or there will be no discussions of marriage, at all. It frightened them. It was a threat to their neck, and the shame they had to bring themselves for having a child who hadn’t been married at an age where she should. And you had no problem saying yes to any rumor that went around, because making them proud was no longer your goal in life.

The horror of you declaring false affirmations towards rumors like, being a lesbian, or sponsoring younger men, flings for hobby--terrifies them, so they had to say yes to Yoongi. And Yoongi, the gullible one? Thought he was in it because everything was a okay and this was a typical marriage. It was anything but typical.

In the expanse of your acquaintance, Yoongi had gone through a lot of shit. Your step family for example, had come to ram your head to the wall more than once. Put you in false debt, get you running from loan sharks, you were in a mess. Yoongi, being as ever resourceful, offered help wherever he could. Be it lawyers, security guards, relocation, you name it, he had it taken care of. Until one point in life, he said, it would probably be easier if you married him, so you did. You never looked back since then. It was never a crossroad with Yoongi, you knew what you wanted, who you wanted and how you wanted it.

Once your mother invited him home to a family full of distant relatives, and you remembered he was all tensed up because it was a reunion of  a different kind. Why? Because unlike his seemingly ordinary family, your father past job made him able to befriend ex convicts and your grandmother from your mother’s side has ties to the town’s gangster. Your parents were the exact opposites to each other. The literal union of black and white town. You never really bothered on how they met despite being on different side of the law, but it happened, and you came to the world with your stubborn head. You wondered which side that was from.

Yoongi squeezed himself in between your very buff and tall, tattooed-all-over male cousins. Their hair was half shaved to show the tip of a dragon tattoo behind their ear. He looked so out of place. You had to save him because the boys were taunting on him. He puffed his cheeks and followed you to the kitchen. He thirstily gulped over a glass of water, emptying it in one go, his chest heaving up and down. “I like the one in white suit,” he’d suddenly say, “he seems nice…” You glanced over to the person he was referring to and chuckled through your nose. “Really?”

He nodded, innocently. “He was accused of burying four bodies in a mass grave behind his summer house, Yoongi. He’s not nice…” you swirled the remaining liquid in the glass he used and pour yourself another glass of water. “Oh,” he blinks.

“What about that one? He looks pretty young…” Yoongi puckered his lips to the guy in simple t-shirt, holding a bottle of soda. “Armed robbery. At 16,” you smacked your lips together.

Good times, good times. You took the pot away from the stove and set a plate of fried chicken on the dining table. The clock showed 2.05 pm. That store trip was taking him awhile, you thought to yourself. Maybe you could use a shower. The fabric of your shirt had taken up all the smell from the frying. Or maybe wash your hair. Steam escape the rice cooker as it cooks rice and you waddled in a hurry down the hallway again, taking off your shirt midway. 

Yoongi shoved the new set of steel pipe into the basket. Some snacks and glass noodles. He stopped around the pharmacy and staggered for awhile.

Seems like a lot of work for something so trivial, doesn’t it? Just get it and go, his brain barked, but his heart wanted to take some time and make careful decisions so his wife gets only the best. He grabs one box and prayed that it was indeed the best because his intuition says so.

Maybe she’d like some juice, even though we have some at home. Carrot juice? Honeydew? Hmm. He purses his lips and squinted his eyes at all the brands there. Then he felt it.

He felt a pair of eyes on him. He fidgets nervously. It seemed that he had caught someone’s attention. A female. Young. Wearing a J’adore perfume from Dior. That whiff of an intoxicating scent bothered Yoongi and he struggles to decide which one he wanted to take home. Her hair was down, and she had these expensive headphones sitting on her shoulders, her protruding clavicle was so distracting from the reflections in the mirror. And it seemed like she knew she was gathering Yoongi’s subtle attention. She suddenly stumbles closer to him and Yoongi stepped away, with a stagger. A fake fall, Yoongi knows this all too well.

He used the same tactics before. With you.

She, elegantly tucked her hair behind the shell of her multiple pierced ear, with her freshly manicured fingers. Tight leathers, not sneakers but black Nikes on black crop top, in this weather? Yoongi squawked in his head. He reached for one carton of carrot juice and so did she. The nerve of this girl. Her flirting game was off the chart. Yoongi excused himself, his brain running 1000 terabytes in one second, wondering how to break this girl’s heart. This is not his first time being hit on. You were right, his face is a problem. Yoongi switches sides with this determined girl, trying to get another row of the same brand and there she goes, obstructing Yoongi’s right hand path.

This can’t happen. Yoongi remained calm as she bowed and tried to have a conversation about how sorry she isn’t. All the games had been overplayed.

He reaches the carton now with a left hand where his wedding ring shimmers, blinding the girl’s heavily mascara and eyeliner--covered eyes. “Excuse me,” Yoongi spoked through gritty voice and a fake smile, pushing her away with his basket. I’m already taken.

He waddles to the self-service payment counter, as quick as he can and checked himself out with a swipe of his card. The girl stares at his back, feeling bad that someone out there had that fine piece of man as a husband. Better luck next time.

Humming to Trey Songz Already Taken, dancing in your casual tees and pastel blue short, your hair in a towel, you’re washing the coffee jug to make a new one for Yoongi later at night when he’s working. So he that he’d always have one cup when he required them even after you’d fallen asleep. His well being is your utmost priority. The main door swung open to him carrying several bags of items. You quickly set your hands away from the mug and aided him with one or two but he goes sputtering, “This one is heavy, take that one. That one is lighter.” He spoils you to no end.

“Pipes? What for?” You enquired while unbagging the glass noodles and snacks, already smiling to yourself that he bought your favourite snack even when you didn’t ask him to. Can he stop impressing you already? You’re getting tired of falling more and more in love with his romantic ass.

“I’ll worry about that, oh, babe…” his head jerks up as if he remembered something important, “I saw Gemini downstairs, she slipped this into the letterbox without stopping to say hi, I watched her leave.” You inched closer to his side, and took the envelope without much protest. “You met someone? You smell like a girl’s perfume,” you sniffed him out briefly before ripping the tip of the envelope, but stopped and deciding against it. “Some irrelevant tipsy girl decided to stumble next to me…” and you knew from his tone that he’s not trying to butter up the incident, because he knows that he will have no gain from it. “Well enough about that perfume, what happened with Gemini? Or more accurately, between you and Gemini…” Yoongi enquired.

“Nothing important,” you snapped, moving away from him but Yoongi let out a scoff and a smile as he slid his hand down your arm and grappled your wrist in a loose grip, stopping you from going any further. “It’s a long story and it will bore you,” the way you swiveled away from his grasp made him feel uneasy. And he stood still while you pulled the chair out the table so you could have finally have your lunch. “You took a while buying three items,” you wiggled your butt onto the chair and Yoongi joined after washing his hands underneath the faucet. “I got you juice too,” he swirls his spoon around his soup and took a careful, sip because it was still steaming. “...honey,” he said in a warning tone, because he knew you so well to know that you were avoiding something.

“Gemini said something that hurt my feelings, a year ago, and I’d been sitting on it,” you finally let out an exhale, as if you’ve been keeping the feeling to yourself for awhile. “She was speaking to this other friend I had a beef with and I felt like trash,” you hummed. Yoongi peeked at you through his bangs and glasses, chewing the meat slowly, as he listened. He was finally given the change to swim inside the thoughts of his wife and it was a rarely given chance. You were as secretive as he was. But you two loved each other immensely.

“I feel like I still couldn’t forgive her for what she did to me in college.”

Gemini and you were struggling to find a better house to rent for your second semester in that college. Having to pay rent and find money for deposits, you were pretty low on cash, but your parents never knew that because you don’t tell them things.

“Much like how you’re doing to me now,” Yoongi commented.

Now Gemini didn’t help you pay the deposits. And the room was for two, logically she has her part to pay. But she didn’t offer any financial aid, because she saw how financially able you are, with your car and your parent’s job. Aside from the deposit, the rent, and buying food, you also had to pay for gas of the car you took to college that Gemini also took a ride on. You didn’t want to sound petty and ask for gas money, but it was common sense--you thought. Gemini however, clearly came from family that had no sense. Because a little before the second semester study week began, she said she’s moving out.

“She didn’t tell me when she decided to move out, and was like,” you cleared your throat to mimic her high-pitched voice, “I’m moving out tomorrow, my dad will fetch me.”

And what does that bring you? A double rent for the next month, which is due on the same date she’s moving out that she won’t be paying, handling deposits for two people, and running low on cash for gas until the next scholarship fee comes.

“So you had to pay a two person fee for a room? Alone? While she flees home with her dad without spending money on rent? The nerve she had…” Yoongi mutters towards the end. “She also comes back to college with my car, because her father thinks my rented house was closer than the college…” you took one spoonful of food and think lightly of it. “Wow,” Yoongi drawled.

“Let me guess, she didn’t offer money for gas too? Despite you both were students, and you had to pay rent, and pay food and take her home when it’s raining?” Yoongi listed. You nodded, while ripping the kimchi apart with your chopstick, chewing. “How convenient it was for her dad huh… his daughter gets a free ride, doesn’t pay deposit or gas money, leeching off of you?” Yoongi was angrier than you were.

Fast forward another three years, Gemini said she wanted to stay over at your parents because you live in a city with more jobs than her town had. Even after you said that it was your parent’s house and not yours. She shouldn’t have taken the offer no matter what. It was manners and again, common sense.

“But she stayed about a month,” you mumbled. “Without paying rent I guess?” Yoongi shot.

Yoongi stares to you, his wife, thinking how easily you got played by people who only took advantage of you. Just because you look the part. Rich parents, a car and an able body to lean on. It disgusts him.

“She would have stayed longer if I didn’t tell her my mom was furious. My mom didn’t like her because she knew what happened to me during college,” you nodded to yourself. When she left you alone to pay rent and happily live and never really apologized for it. Hoping that the thing will go away in time. “She also broke my toilet cover and my mom’s mug when she was there… during that time, you were still doing that music scraps and sending it over to me to see how I think…” you reminisce. At least there were a few pleasing moments back then.

There was this one time, when you and Gemini weren’t completely speaking to one another, that she came to your house and gave you a pudding and post-it note. You should have felt something, but all you feel was hate. You couldn’t even talk yourself out of it. You left the pudding she made and it went bad. The thing is you don’t even eat pudding. You would have eaten if she didn’t force you to return the typical plastic container it came in. “She wrote, this container isn’t mine, so please return it a.s.a.p.”

“And what did you reply? How?” “I texted her and said, you can get the same plastic container at any store. I’m sorry I can’t return them to you,” you snapped.

She shouldn’t have given it if she wanted you to leave the house and hand them to her. You were under a depressive episode and to do that was rude. Countless times you reminded her that you didn’t want to be disturbed when you’re under such episodes, and after five years of friendship, she still didn’t understand and you stopped wanting to make her understand. You were happier alone. That’s what you decided. Having friends only bring me to my demise, and I’m tired.

Finding out the fact that she had been speaking to your other friend behind your back and proudly tell you about it, was very revolting and unacceptable. No matter what. You didn’t speak behind them about anything. And that’s another story you didn’t want to uncover.

“At the end, I felt like I wasn’t a good friend. I kept hurting, that’s what they told me.And I feel like, if they’re not leaving this ship then I will. They will leave one day, why not now, right?” You shrugged your shoulders and Yoongi casted his eyes downward to your plate. No more conversation about Gemini, but you did open the envelope she gave. It was her engagement party. Yoongi could see it in your eyes that you don’t want to go.

He rubs medicated oil on your feet and massaged your ankle, carefully. The pianist’s nimble fingers working on your nerves felt heavenly, but the contents of the letter didn’t allow you to enjoy it fully, so you set them on the side table and rolled your head back on the headboard, sighing out loud.

“I’m going to Hokkaido on that date, do you want to come with me?” he pinches the nose of your ankle, and dragged them down, sensually and carefully, avoiding your gaze when he asked and finally lifting his face when you were silent.

You carded your fingers through your hair and cocked your head to one side at him, smiling. “We should get separate rooms so you can actually do your work…” you caught him sheepishly smiling at the memories of the last time he took you with him to work.

“I will do no such thing, what will my manager say…” Yoongi rode both palms up your knee and thighs, kneading your flesh with utmost care, leaning his lips down to your centre and lands a kiss against your tummy.

“You were supposed to work right now.” “This is work.” A husband’s duty and Yoongi is a very dedicated family-man.

Yoongi was sitting up next to your sleeping body, and he carefully reaches over the box of burn ointment to put on your blossoming burn wound, and he does it so gently that you barely stirred. He rubs his thumb over the mound so softly, it felt like a fleeting touch, if anything. Yoongi presses a lingering kiss on the side of your temple and brushed his lips against your skin to whisper, “You’re safe with me.” Always.

If there’s any lesson to learn from the story you told, it’s to never piss you off, or be risked losing shelter. Yoongi will forever be happily homebound, as long as he behaves.

[queen-peck-neck]

Lady Winter Information

I decided to polish up the google doc I had for her. It’s about time I talked about her rather then being vague?! yeah! Also do excuse my english!

Warning Her backstory contains: Death of family members, Abuse, Bullying, Suicide attempts and Drinking 

I thought, i’d put up a warning because most of her back story is quite sad But don’t worry things got better~ :D Information is under read more!

Name: Lady Winter Pentecost/Campbell

Nicknames: 

Vampy [By most people and The Conductor]

Vampire mama [Children often call her this]

The Lady [strangers, hk and bk call her this]

Wifey ,Birdmate [it's like soulmate bit for birds, it's a pun jgnrth],Sweetheart, Saloon babe, Wintey, Dearie ,Rosie cheeks,Siren and His Bonnie Lass [all given by conductor, you'll see why]

Race: Vampire

Age: Old enough to be your mother.

Height: 5’2 [5’8 with heels]

Pronouns: She/her or They/them

Appearance: outfit one: LINK and outfit two: LINK

Occupation: Bartender owner, Housewife

Weapon[s], Items: She carries an umbrella that not only protects her from the sun, it has a rapier style sword in it to protect herself if needed.

Offspring: 6 [4 biological and 2 adopted] 

Backstory:  Lady winter as a child only grew up having a Father and a Twin brother, only occasionally seeing her other relatives. You see the reason why this woman didn't have a mother was because she died when the twins were born. They never had a chance to met her, only hearing about what she was life from their father William and other relatives. William wasn't around to often due to being busy making sure the town wasn't falling to pieces and having to deal with the townsfolk of Shady Hallow but he always does try to make the effort to be there for his children. Winter always saw her father being so stressed, tired and sad all the time yet he hid it with a smile. Even at a young age she knew something was wrong. But besides her family the lass only had one friend outside of the family. His name was conductor or so he liked to be called. These children met at the train station one day while winter was waiting for her father to return home from his business outside of the town. The station wasn't too far from Shady Hallow so it was easy for her to walk there. These kiddos got along pretty quickly and became friends fast. Things were all fine and dandy until child winter woke up one night only to find her own father dead in a pool of his own blood. She didn't want to believe what she was seeing. Her grand-uncle Vlad took her away from the scene. Though she could tell something was up with him. He seemed to calm and contempt for what went on. Not only that he seemed to be smiling a bit when the funeral went on. Speaking of which, the child felt a part of her die, no child should feel like that but she did. She used to be quite adventurous, happy and quite innocent but now she just finds herself empty and sad. Winter wasn't quite herself anymore but she tried her best to keep herself happy. But even that wasn't easy due to being separated from your own twin either. Winter's life got totally turned around, She had to live with her grand-uncle to which she didn't like in the slightest. You see, Vlad made her life a living hell, often treating her as if she was less than dirt. Belittling her emotionally and mentally, gaslighting her as if to make her feel like she was the one to blame. Going to school wasn't much better either. All throughout it she had to deal with the constant bullying from everyone there. Especially from the ringleader of it all, that person being named Viola. The kids were brutal to her there, from making fun of her from losing her family, telling her she wasn't worth being around, and often getting beat up to. Going home wasn't even an option to feel safe either with how her uncle treats her. For years Winter had to deal with this, feeling nothing and miserable. She forgotten what it was like to smile and feel happy. Eventually she up and ran away from all the torment but the world around her wasn't too kind to her either. From the ages 7 onward, she had thoughts of wanting to die, and countless times she tried to make herself disappear. But she still was alive and kept pushing forward no matter how hard it was. Winter kept herself busy by working multiple jobs to keep herself stable and trying to keep herself hidden from her grand uncle. She stayed at a certain childhoods friends house for a while and she's grateful for that. The lass appreciates all that conductor did for her and wanted to pay him back somehow. Eventually she did manage to get a place of her own, it wasn't the best little apartment but it was a roof over her head. When Lady winter became a young adult she still wasn't the happiest person around, she drank and smoked all of her sorrows away. The lass wasn’t very trusting of people either, she would often push people away because she was so scared of getting hurt, feeling vulnerable, feeling weak and pathetic. She was scared of people seeing her the way she is because well can you blame her after all the hurt she went through? Only one person seemed to stay, she wasn’t sure if it was out of pity or if he actually cared. Conductor sure might be prideful and hotheaded. But he does care, and he’s quite stubborn so he isn’t going to quit once he has his mind set on something. Eventually Lady winter started to put down her walls and open herself up more. It was a slow process but she was doing it with some support. Lady winter and Conductor took in a tiny owl named Jade whom was found in the alleyway of Dead Bird Studio. The two decided to take care of the child together. It wasn’t easy being first time parents in a sense but they got through it together and love their little girl. You see at this time Lady winter and Conductor were already in a relationship but weren’t married just yet. Lady winter might’ve tried to push him away but she’s so glad he stayed by her side through thick and thin. No one could ever understand how much he means to her and how grateful she is to have a partner like him. Years go by and Jade is now 7 years old, The couple decided to get married, Lady winter waited for quite a time for conductor to ask her the question. It was a beautiful day, the two got married, and it’s only of the happiest moments in lad winter’s life. She seemed to smile more when she had jade and was together with conductor, she even slowly started to smile before the two got into any sort of relationship. Lady winter has been happier then she was in the past. Sure she has her ups and downs but doesn’t everyone? Now lady winter is working hard at her job and raising her children, she adopted two and the rest are biological. She adores her family so much. And now Lady winter does her best to make the best out of life and always willing to lend a hand to help others! She even meets a certain hat wearing child but that all unfolds in the Chapter that is. Shady Hallow.

Fun facts about Lady winter:

Lady winter has three pet cats and a rabbit. The cats names being Lucky, Pangur Ban and Boo and her Rabbit’s name being Oreo.

Lady winter was actually created way back in 2017 a bit after the game came out, she was originally a nurse. And of course was still with ducty then to.

Since she is married to conductor she took his last name that being Campbell [personal headcanon]

Lady winter sings and has a lovely singing voice to which people love hearing, Conductor calls her his siren for this reason.

Conductor calls her his siren for this reason. On winter’s mother side they are Scottish while her Father's side is of Polish origin. Because of this Lady winter is bilingual in Scotts Gaelic and Polski. [Polish]

Lady winter’s voice is very soft spoken [sorta like morticia addams but not quite]  with a slight scottish accent.

Lady winter actually given conductor little nicknames as well those being Fluffy butt,Cowboy,Hot Stuff,Pumpkin,Sugar,Hubby,Loverboy, and Her Hero.

Lady winter’s family is quite wealthy on her father’s side and she does have a lot of money but she doesn’t spend it that much other than bills and repairs on her bar if needed. But she’ll get people things. She got the money through an inheritance.

Don’t ever make this woman angry because although she can be nice and sweet, she is quite scary when people get her angry. She doesn’t like getting mad. Thankfully she has a lot of patience.

Lady winter can in fact purr like a cat and wiggle her elf like ears like a bat.

Since lady winter is a vampire she can turn people into vamps but she rather not unless the person is willing to go through with giving up their mortal life. She is also strong and quite fast. The only thing she can shape-shift into being a vamp is a tiny bat.

Lady winter’s real hair color is white like her mother’s but she dyes it black.

It took some time but Lady winter and her twin brother Seth did reunite again. Winter cried and so did seth. 

Lady winter has fighting styles inspired by Neoplitain from RWBY and Parasoul from skullgirls!

The vampire lass smells like cloves, roses and a hint of wine

.Lady winter would often tire herself out from working so hard sometimes to the point of getting sick but she does rest when she can

The lass can be sorta smug from time to time just like her husband and is capable of burning people if needed be. 

Lady winter doesn’t have a boss fight for a time piece rather she just breaks down while holding it and apologizing to hat kid. But she does have a boss fight in death wish mode oddly enough.

The lass actually has her own rose garden she takes care of at home!

Speaking of which, she talks to her plants, people might think it’s weird but hey plants are living things to.

[joi-in-the-tardis]

Confession: I had a really good three days working with my supervisor.  Don’t get me wrong, I missed Wifey... But at the same time, it was nice working with someone who doesn’t utterly panic.  

Supervisor gets frustrated, sure, but she also recognizes when I’m trying to take some strain off of her.  I think Wifey’s panic boiling over and turning to anger at me the other day is still smarting a bit.  

I feel bad that I’ve enjoyed some time with someone else.  I’m also crossing my fingers that four days off in a row gave her a bit of a rest and she comes back refreshed and calm.  

It feels awful being upset with someone else’s anxiety since I have plenty of my own.  She just has this way of making a cutting remark every so often... That “everyone piles crap on me” mentality where, whether she means it or not, “everyone” includes me.  I’m not sure what more I can do, you know?  I stood up to our boss’s boss for her.  I threw myself between her and the new co-manager even though I rather dislike him, too.  I have taken on more and more tasks to try to unload things from her.  But I still get this sense that she’s resentful because I “live in [my] little baking land.” <-- something else she’s said.  I have my own impossible job to do.  So impossible that the company literally can’t find people who can do it right.  I make it look easy but it’s not.  I think sometimes she forgets that just because I don’t show it, I’m stressed too.  I let out a lot of my agitation in the couple hours I’m there before everyone else.

I wish I could tell her how to calm down.  I wish I could tell her how not to worry when things go undone.  That there’s always tomorrow.  And management will just have to suck it up.  But that’s not something I can teach, you know?  I also wish she hadn’t gone off her anxiety meds years ago.  I wish she could see the difference from my perspective.  I tried to bring it up a couple of times back then, but she snapped at me.

She’s got so much riding on her, I know.  She’s the sole bread-winner in her family (don’t get me started) and this job means life or death for them.  And even with it, they’re barely making it.  She hasn’t been home to visit her mom and dad in 16 years, which I can’t even imagine.

We’re both working 6-day weeks next week because Supervisor is going on vacation.  I’m not looking forward to working the 6 days.  I’m also worried about the amount of stress in our department.  It’ll be fine.  It always is.  But, still, I worry.

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Operating under the headcanon that Fates is actually just a myth / fairy tale in Fire Emblem canon, I was thinking I'd like to make a post where I choose what "character" each of my main muses have or have had as their favorite growing up! I'm also adding Clive to this list cause for the former I already had his fully written out before I removed him from my roster LOL 

I'll be following Bruno Bettelheim's model of children taking to certain characters in fairy tales because they are an externalization of whatever existential predicament they are going through at the time. I'm aware Bettelheim was a problematic man, yes, but I think his theory on developmental psychology in relation to fairy tales is really interesting ( assuming it’s his to begin with ) and I've been working to apply it to other media besides fairy tales anyway, so might as well combine my schoolwork with what I love.

As a result, I'll be using his theory as a guide for this post. All explanations and match-ups under the cut! As fun as it would be to also think up what version of the tale, ( Birthright vs Conquest vs Revelation, Second Gen included vs not, Heirs of Fate also known or not ) I'm just working with the idea that all of my muses know any and all content.

KLIFF - His favorite would've been Hayato! Kliff in general would've connected more strongly to a mage due to his grandmother being a powerful mage herself, sparking his own interest in magic, but he also would have identified with his plight of being embarrassed by his own habits and insecurities. They're not the same as Kliff's own, but he still relates to him.

CLIVE - Clive's favorite as a child versus his favorite nowadays is very different mostly because he underwent different struggles when he was younger. Whilst when he's older he finds himself fond of Xander and Corrin due to struggles of following one's heart versus doing what's best for one's countrymen, as a youth he would've been very partial to Laslow. Laslow, for him, represents a man with ties to military service yet a free heart that longs to partake in life's simpler pleasures such as asking women out for tea and dancing. Clive was a lot less stressed as a youth, merely being a noble's son who wanted to spend his days lounging about with his friends and later on gossiping about their taste in women and heroes.

TATIANA - Her favorite has always been Caeldori! At first it was because she admired Caeldori for being so put together and wishing to do so much tireless work for the army, being an absolute paragon that Tatiana herself wished she could be in order to repay the church for taking her in when she was younger. Tatiana looked to Caeldori to help her get through and come to terms with her own clumsiness and shortcomings so long as she put in the effort. As she grew older though, she revisits the tale and finds herself relating hardcore to Caeldori’s sighs of romantic love.

DEW - Dew’s favorite is very vocally Shiro. He probably gets pretty upset if you’re only familiar with a version of the tale that doesn’t include the children units. Dew particularly finds himself fond of Shiro because of how Shiro operates: he does what he wants, living freely despite the burden of being a prince and he knows it. It’s a philosophy that Dew understands and it surprised him when he was younger to totally just get a royal even if he’s only fictional. He loves the fact Shiro just kinda wants to stick it to his old man too and just picked up spears to be able to have an edge over him. 

IUCHAR - I feel like this could either be super surprising or not at all, but Iuchar has been partial to Forrest since he was first read Fates alongside his brothers. He tries to be quiet about it nowadays though cause I can totally see someone making fun of him when he was younger proclaiming that he liked Leo’s son. Nowadays, his fake answer is more along the lines of Laslow or Soleil. The truth to his fondness for Forrest is because he feels for his arc of wishing to be accepted. Even if they’re not dealing with the same things exactly, Iuchar most likely held some sort of insecurity when he was younger as not only the middle child but also being constantly on even ground with Iucharba yet not wielding major holy blood. When he got older, his concerns shifted because he was able to use Forrest’s story to cope and eventually move on! He DOES enjoy Forrest’s personality a lot though and probably got his eye for aesthetics after seeing Forrest get so interested in it.

TINE - Tine’s favorite operates based on the idea that she was first read Fates while she’s living under the Frieges and not in Silesse. With that in mind, she’s attached to Azura and even to the present day mid-FE4 keeps going back and back again to reading Fates because she has yet to move on from the existential dilemma she’s living with. She finds comfort in knowing Azura was moved from her home to another family as a young child and feeling trapped and cursed. She especially feels for Azura in Conquest when she’s placed under such heavy suspicion by the Hoshidan family, drawing parallels between Azura’s story and her own with Hilda. 

LENE - Lene since the dawn of time has been a Hinoka stan I’ll be real. Much like Tine, she hasn’t solved her existential predicament but she doesn’t revisit the tale nearly as often as Tine does. She admires and feels for Hinoka with how they both are yearning to search for someone, specifically a family member, and they just can’t give up on it, choosing their pathways in life to be a means to an end in finally finding them. 

COIRPRE - Coirpre, when he was extremely young, identified with Corrin. I headcanon that when he was very young, the mercenaries of Thracia would often poke fun and point out Hannibal’s bachelor life with statements like “Where’s the wifey?” or otherwise making it apparent that Coirpre is missing a mother. Coirpre finds solace in Corrin’s arc because Corrin deals with strange family dynamics and being adopted into the Nohrian family, something much like himself even if Corrin’s family is much, much bigger than his own. He ends up coming to terms with this predicament very quickly though, moving on from Fates to a different story soon after since he had decided he was okay with not having a mother because he loved being Hannibal’s son and also spending time with the Thracian royal family. He closes the book, merely only commenting on it afterwards saying that he thinks Corrin ought to align themself with Nohr and not Hoshido and he doesn’t understand why they would choose anything besides the Conquest route. Later on in life during FE4 though, he finds himself returning to it again and reliving his attachment to Corrin once more because of Lewyn revealing to him his true parentage: something he didn’t want to know and now that he does, it rocks his core ESPECIALLY if it means he has a duke or a prince for a father. He would find Corrin’s tale that much more necessary to cope with his dilemma, finally understanding the crisis between choosing one’s birthright versus the family they were raised with as he struggles to choose whether to return to Thracia after the war or to take up his late father’s lands and abandon the happy life he once knew.

LEIF - Leif is firmly Team Takumi and you can’t convince him otherwise. He especially feels for him in Conquest and will rant about how Takumi deserved better for days on end if you let him. I can totally see both him and Ares sharing a favorite in Takumi and them being able to potentially bond over that actually. Regardless, he has always been frustrated over his situation with his home life being destroyed and would totally latch onto how when Mikoto dies, Takumi blames Corrin for it. Leif would also as a child blindly see Corrin in the wrong and always side with Takumi. He understands Takumi’s anguish over his mother dying. At the same time though, as he gets older, Leif does learn to identify with Corrin considering Corrin’s situation as a fugitive but he feels weird because it’s not as if he thinks Takumi is any less valid. 

LIFIS - Lifis is one of the more fun ones to come up with for this post haha! Anyhow, Lifi’s fav as a child is Nyx and he honestly still probably is attached to her story mid-FE5 since I don’t think he got past the issues he held onto which made him like her in the first place. He finds her maturity really cool and feels for her since she gets asked intrusive questions a lot too. He ends up misinterpreting her situation as a form of being bullied and connects with her as a result; he ultimately sees her as how he wishes he handled situations, respecting and admiring her a lot. 

MARK - This is solely from the perspective of Mark as a young child in Bern because at this point he’s come to terms with the fact that he’s a tactician and tries to make use of his gift, making him parallel with his favorite’s canon ending actually. Regardless, under the headcanon that Mark at first tried to follow his parents’ footsteps as wyvern riders and being active in the military, he relates to Felicia. He sees her getting praised at something she didn’t aim to be ( being heralded as a good military commander and combatant and not the maid she wants to be ) and gains a feeling of solidarity out of it even if their positions are mostly reversed: he used to wish to be better as a soldier but instead turns out to be better at something off the battlefield. 

KENT - bfbfbhfhfhfh I’m so sorry Kent you’re getting one of the more boring answers I’ve written especially since you’ve been on this blog so long..... But I’d say his favorite is Saizo! Partly because Saizo is a Cain and Abel archetype just like himself so that’s neato, but he chooses to latch onto Saizo moreso because ever since he was young, he has always striven to one day become a knight for Caelin and he’d use Saizo as a model of what an “ideal retainer” is. If we operate under the headcanon that him and Sain are childhood friends, he probably also empathized with Saizo more because both of them are associated with green guys who keep getting distracted by women even if for completely different reasons.

ELIWOOD - gREAT QUESTION... i’ll be real i forgot eliwood on this list at first, Regardless, it’s difficult to think of because I haven’t really thought of nor used Eliwood enough to warrant many headcanons ( mostly because there’s plenty of other Eliwood rpers who I love to read and the FE7 community isn’t that big, so I don’t really get the chance to throw him out that much ) and canon doesn’t really give me a hell of a lot for his young childhood except that he hung out a lot with Hector and well, I didn’t really develop any ideas on what his youth was like besides that. We definitely get to know his existential predicament in his late teens considering that’s when FE7 starts up, but until then it’s a blank. Even then, I don’t really know if there’s really a character in Fates that captures the feeling of “wants to believe in their father no matter what even if he’s shifty???” Like unless you want to argue Corrin in Conquest? And the children units don’t really explore that, either being like they just like their dads or they dislike their dads. Honestly, just based on hunches, I could see him really liking Shigure or Hisame though. At the same time though, I could see him relating him and Hector to Siegbert and Shiro respectively in terms of their friendly sparring matches.

STAHL - Well, this one isn’t particularly deep or anything either, but I’m pretty sure Stahl would be a fan of Silas. He views Silas as a nice guy with simple dreams and can’t fault him for that. He does see Silas for a deeper character and honestly analyzes the other characters in Fates for that, but he doesn’t really connect to any of them. He didn’t spend a lot of time with Fates as a story truth be told. He does at least feel the whole “passing up on a former love” arc though when gets a little older.

MARIBELLE - Though part of me was wanting to say Hana due to the fact that Maribelle would be able to relate to the whole devotion to her best friend and totally agrees with Hana on her strong conviction to aim to be a samurai despite others looking down upon her, I think that if Maribelle gets exposed to Fates before she ever meets Lissa, she’d truthfully identify much more with Rhajat. Maribelle was picked on and treated as an utter outcast by all the other noble children, and she’d find comfort in how Rhajat seems to be seen weirdly upon others and gets scolded for scaring them even if Rhajat at times doesn’t actually intend to. Nowadays she totally says her favorite character is Hana though, but she’s grateful to how much Rhajat helped her through the rough patch in her early life. Bonus in that she sees Tharja and gawks a little at first, finding her so similar to the character from the fairy tale she enjoyed so much as a little girl.

BERKUT - Berkut’s choice in favorite isn’t particularly deep, mostly brought about by his own restrictions. He probably would only let himself relate specifically to royal characters with how his mother encouraged him to act like the heir to the throne that he was and to elevate himself, so he wouldn’t let himself relate to anything less. He then ends up picking Siegbert as his favorite character because it’s like Berkut pointing at him and thinking: He’s an awkward prince!!! Same!!! cause i 100% totally see Berkut being fairly socially awkward especially in childhood. He admired Siegbert’s dedication to his father and trying to become a good ruler, uses him as an example before he ends up moving on from the story and at this point probably just looks at Siegbert and thinks of him as “too soft” or something like that.

[freakxwannaxbe]

Story time? Tell us about the teacher you'd fight?

There are…a few.

But the one I’d fucking body slam with the most amount of vigor isn’t even from high-school, she was my elementary school teacher. I actually felt an inner peace overwhelm me when I found out that witch of a woman is dead.

This is fucking long because I can go for days talking about how much I could not stand her existence,

We were her last generation of kids before retirement. And this woman, she was absolutely not qualified to be around kids I swear to the gods. But everyone put up with her shit because “well you know she’s already retiring” and whateverthefuck.

This woman abhorred me. This woman is one of the major reasons for most of my insecurities and social anxiety that I am still fighting today (her and my kindergarten teacher, but that is a whole other story and I can only hope that woman met her untimely end as well)

She had two offspring: a daughter and a son. The son was her my-darling-baby-can’t-do-no-wrong favorite, she loved him and excused every action he ever did with the vigor of a true old-school Balkan mother. This was an adult, middle-aged man, still living with her and was, metaphorically speaking, still attached to her tit. I saw her son often, because he would often come to class, and sometimes even substitute her, despite not being qualified at fucking all.

Her daughter I only know through stories. She wanted to live her own life. She didn’t want to be a “good Balkan wifey” that her mother wanted her to be. She very early realized that her mother was a nutcase and left and got married to a man her mother didn’t approve of. My teacher resented her and basically acted like she never existed.

Which leads us to this next point: She favored the boys and detested the girls. In her eyes, all the boys were good darling children and all the girls were spoiled and bad, like her “horrible” daughter was.

By the time we got to the second part of elementary school (first 4 years you have one teacher and maybe one more for a foreign language, then you move on to homeroom teacher + teacher for each subject), the number of kids in our class was halved. Most classes had around 30-40 students. Ours had 24. They all transferred either to different schools or different classes because of this wretched woman.

And me, a very small, very loud and willful girl, who had her own pace and way of doing things, and did suffer from the case of being spoiled from being the youngest, very loved child by both parents and her two older siblings, was someone she absolutely did not like. Which led to four years of mental and emotional abuse. 

I was one of her main emotional punching bags, and every single thing I did was another excuse for her to belittle, insult and yell at me in some way or form. I never got any bee stamps on anything I did (the equivalent of golden stars aka the grading system for the first half of first grade), she belittled all my work, for things like “you didn’t color inside the lines well enough” or “you didn’t draw this square straight enough”, even for shit like simply not liking the way I drew during art class (keep in mind, first grade, I’m 7 years old here, who the fuck shits on a 7 year old for their “art style”, especially someone is a teacher)

I suppressed most of it, but I still remember some events, and I remember the general negative feeling of having to deal with her.

The event I remember best, no matter how much I try to suppress it, I was seriously sick for two weeks, with a high 40c temperature which made me borderline delusional. The day I was finally approved to go back to school, we had a test. My mother, who knew this came that morning to school with me, and asked her politely to not give me the test, that I would take the make-up test, because I was barely coherent for 2 weeks. 

This was common practice btw, especially if kids were very sick, like I was. One time a friend of mine, a boy, came back from having a very bad case of pneumonia, and she excused him from all tests we had that week. Every. Single. One. She let him read books during that time instead.

Back to the story; My teacher assured her she would not make me take the test, I can absolutely take the make-up test. My mother thanked her, and left. Before she left, she told me to make sure I take the few leftover antibiotics I had and when to take them, and told me not to worry about the test, that she talked to the teacher.

Cue the test. Cue my teacher ordering me to get a pen and paper out. I, a 8-year-old at the time, was confused, and felt my chest clutch as I told her, stuttering “But, I was sick. My mother was here, she told you.”

She scoffed at me. Scoffed. She told me she did not care. I had to take the test like the rest of the class. It wasn’t fair, she said, to give me special treatment. And how dare I imply otherwise. How could I be so spoiled to even think I would get special treatment. That she would not tolerate my entitled behavior.

The test went by, with me mostly staring blankly at the paper and the questions I knew nothing about, the only mark I left on it were my tears as my small little body shook with silent sobs. The only thing that interrupted my silent crying was her yelling at me to stop crying, which of course led to me sobbing harder.

She scrawled the biggest F I ever gotten, the grade taking over about 90% of the entire test paper. Needless to say, I came back home a crying mess, and the stress made some of my symptoms from the illness I was still recovering from, come back.

One time, my deskmate and best friend at the time, spilled pop-rocks under our desk. And every time one of us fidgety 9-year-olds moved our feet, they would start popping loudly. Guess who got screamed at and thrown out of the classroom and sat in the hallway for 30 minutes. 

My friend, a boy, tried telling her, he was the one who spilled the candy, and it was mostly under his side of the desk too, so most of the loud crunchy pops were again his fault, but she retorted, and I remember this clearly 

“Don’t lie for her! She-” her tone held a certain level of disgust “-is not worth you getting in trouble!”

My mother still feels guilt for not having me transferred to another class, because she listened to my wishes. I was very insistent that I didn’t want to have to leave my friends. 

The four years she was in charge of us, I have literally no good memories of her. It was nothing but emotional and mental abuse, and a whole lot of gas-lighting to make me believe it was my fault.

[tentaculi]

ULTIMATE SHIP = LOGAN & LEX

ULTIMATE SHIP | meme // @theimpalpable

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? yo, we’ve already got their forever planned out so, 5eva it is. 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? logan, i think, was very, very smitten as soon as he spotted her ( THANKS, DOC ) but… as you know, it takes logan some time to develop real feelings and took him a little while to be like, wow!! i’m in love!! but i would say the same about lexine too? there was an attraction but love followed after. 

How was their first kiss? they haven’t had it yet in real time but imagining it now? i’m just going to say that it’s probably so shy and full of nerves and logan probably second guesses himself even as it’s happening but he did it!! he kissed her!! and she didn’t slap him. so that’s good!!

Wedding:

Who proposed? logan did! he did something really special for her, got down on one knee, and talked in length about how much he loved her and that he’d be like “the happiest dude ever” if she married him. 

Who is the best man/men? doc is his best man and all of his groomsmen are his brothers!! 

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? probably willow and maybe jake? haaa ( or maybe he’s a groomsman? ) i’m just… sorry but there are like no girls in this world right now !! but i think that maybe willow and poppy? and hopefully a couple of others too. otherwise this is going to be groomsmen heavy ( who cares tho right )

Who did the most planning? i think lexine probably did the most planning but logan was definitely a part of it too. he’s got interest in weddings in some sense and i could see him being excited !! about his own. 

Who stressed the most? probably lexine? logan is so happy go lucky and carefree most of the time that i could see that translate into the planning a bit? 

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? i don’t think there was a single, one person that wasn’t invited? 

Sex:

Who is on top? ALRIGHT, here we go again with the sex stuff and muses who don’t find it all that… needed. but i’m going to say that logan maybe likes lexine to be on top so he can look up at his pretty lady (((: 

Who is the one to instigate things? i’m going to say that there’s equal share in this? whenever lexine does logan would just be like yeah, girl, count me in!! and i could see her just like… turning red and smiling when logan brings it up or starts to initiate it. 

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 ( THE SAME REASON AS W/ THE DUMMIES. theres is healthy and lovely but they aren’t always so, so focused on sex but instead the actual emotional bond ) | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? i think their, uh, love making can last for a while actually! and since it’s not as often really i could see their sessions lasting longer when they happen to make up for lost time in a sense. 

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? oh, yeah. they’re both so loving and giving to one and other that i could see this completely translating to their sexy times.  

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? they will be having two lovely children, our beautiful hank and penelope. twins!! and logan loves them so much!! he dotes on them and often regards how much they look like their mother and how beautiful his family is and he’s just so blessed!! 

How many children will they adopt? none probably but logan would be open to it and i could see lexine being open to it as well. plus… all the cousins’ kids probably come in and out of the house so often it might feel like they have 938742394 instead of just two. 

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? logan would volunteer to take on the diapers but i could see lexine insisting that the chore is split between them. 

Who is the stricter parent? uh, lexine, but even then it’s not like she’s strict? she just doesn’t have the 6 year old brain that her future husband has. oops. 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? lexine. logan will encourage them to be superheroes, gosh darn it logan !!! 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? probably lexine but logan would help her when he remembers / totally pack them if he gets up to do it before his wifey does. 

Who is the more loved parent? they are both loved in their own right and i don’t see hank or penny choosing between either of their parents in such a manner. 

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? both!! they are so involved in their children’s lives that they would want to be there for all things. 

Who cried the most at graduation? they both cried so much, bless their hearts. 

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? logan probably! not that either would ever need to get bailed out… but i could see them being like ah! don’t tell mom! 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? oh, gosh, lexine. bless her heart. she cooks to feed so many mouths. at least logan will help with the dishes. 

Who is the most picky in their food choice? lexine, perhaps? only because like his partner in crime, logan is a black hole. 

Who does the grocery shopping? oh, they both go but lexine is capable of doing the real, adult shopping. logan would be more invested in the junk. ( omfg i almost put hunk )

How often do they bake desserts? lexine bakes all the time and logan would help her with that as she needed and wanted! 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? meaaaat. 

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? lexine is the cutest ever and i could see her being thoughtful in this way but logan is as well. definitely thinking they might switch off on such things. 

Who is more likely to suggest going out? logan! 

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? …. logan ///:

Chores:

Who cleans the room? they share in these chores, aiight, like. my boy hates them but he wants to make sure that the home they share is nice and clean. 

Who is really against chores? logan……… but he’ll do them!

Who cleans up after the pets? they’ve only got mr. fluffy and logan more shares in the giving him love than the actual cleaning up. they should get a pet too!!! 

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? … logan. terrible man. 

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? probably lexine? mostly because i could see her being like this lovely little host who wants to cook and bake and make sure that her timeline is correct for when people show up. 

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? LOGAN. the one time he actually cleans between the cushions too, tf. 

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? maybe lexine? unless it’s a shared one then they both gonna take a minute. 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? … they don’t have a dog, let’s get them one!! 

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? all the timeee. the four in the house are big into holidays, i feel, and being this family unit so i could see them all getting it decked out. 

What are their goals for the relationship? …. logan wants a forever with her, so. he wants to be his best for her because she’s been the best thing for him. 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? logan wtf. 

Who plays the most pranks? haha logan…. as well but i see lexine getting his azz back.