#as to my beautiful wife who lets me have a backyard just like this one

[familiarquotation]

I had no time to haul out all the dead stuff so it hung, limp or dry, wherever the wind swung it over or down or across. All summer it stayed that way, untrimmed, and thickened. The paths grew damp and uncomfortable and mossy until nobody could get through but a mouse or a shadow. Blackberries, ferns, leaves, litter totally without direction management supervision. The birds loved it.

Mary Oliver, Backyard

[dreaisgrayte]

Headcanons of the hashiras and their ideal weddings!!

(I WANT TO GET MARRIED :()

This is such a cute idea! The Hashiras would be such good spouses let's be honest. I wrote this as reader being a wife, I hope that's okay.

Also AHHH, I want to get married too! Then I'd have someone legally forced to help me stage fic scenarios and be a source of inspiration. That's the dream tbh

Ideal Weddings with the Hashira

Includes: Gyomei Himijima, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho Synopsis: What would your ideal wedding be like with the Hashira? (again Muichiro is my little baby and seeing him get married would be too much, but as a side part: he'd probably forget if you didn't walk him down the aisle yourself, so it would be a very wholesome event for the both of you) warnings: guys... it's up to you how you interpret what happens, but I know and you know.

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei wants something small and personal. 

The ceremony would take place at a shrine, an overall calm and peaceful event

He invites friends over for a reception in the backyard of the home you share

Gyomei, at all times, will have his hand either over your shoulder, on your thigh, or intertwined with your hand. He wants to keep you close, close enough to hug, close enough to kiss, and close enough to haul off when the party is over

The night ends with you falling asleep cuddled up next to him

Tengen Uzui

Tengen wants to go all out on your wedding dress, the decorations, the music, every little thing is amplified with magnificent splendor, thanks to your soon-to-be husband

The reception is an even bigger event, with floods of people you don’t know dancing to music just so Uzui can show you off for the night

Everything had to be perfectly glorious because that’s what you were

As the new wife, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru party with you all night, gossiping about how to best care for your beloved husband

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi would want just the two of you at the wedding except only those who mattered the most

The “after party” is simply a retreat for the both of you. He whispers about showing you off to the world, shouting from the rooftops about how much he loves you, but tonight you’re only for him

He takes all the time in the world to show you just how much he appreciates his newlywed wife

Obanai Iguro

Obanai is a tricky one because once he fell in love with you, he already saw you as his wife. He would just start calling you sweet marital pet names in the midst of life, taking you by surprise every time

Eventually, you’d have to tell him that you wanted to actually get married, the whole shebang, but Obanai would have you sign the papers and put on the wedding dress for only him to see

He wouldn’t be able to deal with anyone else looking at you from now on since your name and his were intertwined in eternity

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu leaves the planning to you because he can’t be trusted with making so many important decisions

He’s sure to love anything you decide 

When you walk up the aisle looking the way you do, he wishes he would’ve been more involved because his face contorts as he starts to sob over how beautiful you look

At the reception, Giyu still can’t believe that you took on such a stressful job and still smile at him with all the love in your heart. At the end of the night, all he can think about is how gorgeous you are when you still love him – even after he doesn’t deserve it

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro wants a traditional wedding that makes you shine in the best way. He’s wanted to tie the knot ever since he met you so at the moment he’s as excited as a child on Christmas morning

It’s a charming wedding, one that would appear in a romantic comedy at the end with a ‘just married’ car

Kyojuro carries you through the threshold of your home and not one guest sees either of you for many days because if there’s one thing Rengoku likes calling you more than wife, is hearing you be called mama.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri gets excited planning all the colors and ideas and together you make the perfect spring wedding with flowers and cherry blossoms everywhere. 

It’s back to the quaint and romantic Japanese countryside for your wedding, friends and family gathering around to share in the bottomless love 

With Mitsuri it’s like the sun has gotten married to you, her smile is enough to warm your heart and when she kisses you – the whole world falls away

It’s hard for you not to worship Mitsuri with how considerate she is every second of the day, so you end up showering her with surplus amounts of love

Mitsuri is thrilled to show you just how flexible she can be, in more ways than one. 

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu doesn’t want anyone else to ruin what little time she’ll get to spend with you, so you elope

She takes you far away from everyone else and you travel the world, collecting medicinal flora and fauna, touring beautiful villages, and holding hands the whole way

Now that you’re her wife, everything falls into place, she only wishes her older sister could’ve met you. 

Shinobu whispers to you every night how much she loves you and how she’s damn sure your body could heal the world

[archangeldyke-all]

idk if my ask fell into the void (ignore this if not) but sevika and reader at their daughter’s wedding !! sevika is near tears the whole time until the “i do”’s come and so do the water works.

LITTLE FUCKER ALL GROWN UP????? they grow up so fucking fast dude...

men and minors dni

your daughter's been lucky in love.

despite her first girlfriend breaking her heart in high school (and narrowly avoiding getting murdered by you and your wife) it only took her three months to meet the love of her life.

the girl she took to prom (the girl sevika almost made piss herself in fear when she gave her a stern talking to that night) became the girl she went to college and vet school with, and then the girl she opened an exotic animal rescue with-- and now, she's the girl your baby's marrying.

sevika hasn't stopped crying since she found out they were engaged.

at least three times a week, you've found sevika in some corner of your house, blubbering as she holds one of little fucker's old shirts or toys or the sack of laundry she dropped off because half an hour ago because she's almost thirty but still too fucking lazy to do her own laundry.

it's ridiculous. it's making you fall in love with your wife all over again.

"oh, sevvy." you coo as you reach up and wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. it's the morning of the wedding-- a small little backyard affair at you and sevika's house-- in the garden she's been building for decades.

the brides are getting ready in your basement with all their friends. your future in-law's parents are in little fucker's old room. you and sevika are in your room, getting ready and putting on your 'host' faces as you prepare for the guests to arrive.

"babe, i don't think i can put any makeup on today." sevika chokes out through her sobs, patting her eyes dry with tissues. you giggle.

"probably not." you snort, kissing her forehead. "unless you wanna look like a water-color painting in all their wedding pictures." you tease.

"ugh-- like you'll be any better." she sniffs, smacking your shoulder. "once i get going with the tears, you're never far behind me."

she's right. sevika and your daughter-- those are the two people who can always get you blubbering when you see them cry.

it's a beautiful wedding.

you and sevika wear matching dark purple outfits-- purple and pink being the colors of the wedding. you both walk your daughter down the aisle, you on her left, sevika on her right.she looks gorgeous, just like sevika did thirty years ago, wearing a beautiful lavender suit and a lacy white shirt underneath.

your daughter in law wears a flouncy, lacy baby pink dress, that matches the exact shade of the bright pink blush that blooms on her cheeks as you walk your girl toward her.

sevika cries so much you worry she'll pass out from dehydration.

during the entire ceremony-- officiated by little fucker's godfather, silco-- sevika's hiding her face in your shoulder, staining your beautiful purple top with her snot and tears. she'll look up for a moment to try and capture the moment, and then she'll let out a wobbly sob and have to bury her face against you again to muffle her cries.

it's not that she's sad. well, it's a little that-- this means it's official-- little fucker's all grown up.

it's that she's happy.

later in the evening, as your daughter in law's best friend's band plays on your patio and your family and friends dance around you in a tent propped up in your yard, sevika explains it to you.

"y'know. never in my life did i think i'd have anything close to this." she says, shaking her head. "and look how fuckin' lucky i am. look at our beautiful baby-- look how fuckin' happy she is. look at this house, look at these people, look at you. none of it woulda happened if i hadn't met you and i just--" sevika cuts herself off choking on her words as tears start to well in her eyes again.

you laugh, then wave down one of the bridesmaids to have them fetch sevika a water-- seriously concerned where she's finding all her tears.

and then, in the early hours of the morning when the party's finally over and you and sevika can collapse into bed beside each other in an empty home-- you reach across your bed and squeeze sevika's hand.

"hey." you whisper.

"yeah?"

"what you were saying earlier... it got me thinking."

there's some shuffling as sevika turns on her side to look at you in the dark. "'bout what?"

"wanna renew our vows?" you ask. "we had such a tiny wedding the first time around. could be nice to get all the friends and family we made in the past thirty years together to do it all over again."

sevika cackles, loud enough that a bird outside your window squawks and flaps away. you grin at her. "really?!" she gasps.

you shrug. "we'd have to wait a few years so we don't piss the girls off by, y'know, gettin' re-married right after them." you say. "but yeah. we've got nothin' better to do, no kid, retired-- we might as well plan somethin' fun in our free time."

sevika just launches forward to kiss you, and you snort when you feel more tears against your cheeks.

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[avenging-fandoms]

I want a mundane, domestic life with pedro. I want to go grocery shopping with him, spring clean our home together, work individually but together on opposite ends of the couch, plant flowers in the garden with him. I want the dull, forgettable moments to go with the vibrant, incredible ones

"Pedro, there's absolutely no snacks in this cabinet." You whine as you realize that means you have to go to the store. You close the doors and walk over to him, leaning over the back of the couch and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing behind his ear. "Do you want to come shopping with me?"

"You know I love going places with you." He turns his head and places his hand on the back of your head, kissing you a few times and you end up hopping over the back of the couch without breaking the kiss and straddling him.

"I think we should get some backyard stuff too," you broke the kiss and pulled off his shirt. "Y'know, chairs, hammock.." Your sentence trailed off as he pushed up your shirt and kissed your stomach.

"Tell me more, princesa."

-

"I just don't think that fits the vibe I'm going for." You tap your chin as you look at Pedro testing out a patio chair. "Well, I could just get different cushions. This one is cute, just not the cushion color."

You hold your elbows as you walk down the aisle, Pedro following with the cart. "I thought we needed groceries? We've been in the not grocery aisles for an hour." You snap your head at Pedro and narrow your eyes.

"This is my happiness. If you don't like it, marry someone else." Pedro laughs and smacks your butt softly as he walks by, looking at the different string lights.

"Oh these are cute, honey." Pedro held out some lights and you gasp with a smile. "Perfect?"

"Yes, absolutely. Now you don't have to marry someone else." You wink with a smile and he chuckles, following you to the cereal. "Is there anything specifically you want or you just want to browse and see what you want?"

Pedro shrugged. "I don't care, Princesa. I just like watching you shop." His pupils grow a bit and you blush, kissing him quickly. You start to look up and down the aisles, holding things up to Pedro and getting his approval or just throwing things in the cart.

Almost 3 hours later, you two were finally heading home. Your body slumped in the passenger seat as Pedro drove home playing the playlist you made for him, the both of you singing along.

You two brought the groceries inside and set them on the counters and floor, Pedro closing the garage door and bringing in your water bottle and purse. "Thank you honey." You kiss him a couple times and start to take the groceries out.

"Did you need some help?"

"No, I should be good. Why don't you go lie down for a nap and I'll join you when I'm done?" Pedro nods with a grin and leans over the counter, kissing your nose and heading to the bedroom.

You finish in 15 minutes, quickly heading to the bedroom where Pedro sat with the light on and on his iPad. "I was waiting for you before falling asleep. Didn't wanna nap without you being the last thing I see."

You take off your shoes and slide off your jeans, leaving you in your t-shirt and underwear as you snuggle in bed with Pedro who wraps his arms around you, kissing your head.

"I love you, Pedro. Thanks for coming with me today, even if you were just following me."

"I'll follow you anywhere, beautiful."

-

Pedro laid on his chair in the sun, the speaker playing the playlist and you came out with the two pots of flowers you bought. "I can't believe you bought more plants." He laughs and you gasp.

"Did you declare it make fun of my wife day or something? What is with you?" You laugh and smack his butt, walking over to your small garden.

Pedro got off his chair and knelt next to you, holding out a trowel. "I absolutely love your flowers and I would love to help if you let me." He kisses you and you smile against his lips, pulling away to look at him.

"Just say you hate me." You smile and he laughs, pushing your shoulder.

"I could never, princesa. Nothing could ever make me hate a soul as beautiful as yours." His hands held your face and rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs, lifting your chin and kissing along your jawbone.

"Alright you big sap, let's get these flowers planted." You place a hand on his chest but he continues kissing, pressing his thumb against your throat. "Pedro.. the neighbors."

"I don't care about the neighbors." He shrugged and kissed you roughly, your hand dropping the trowel and grabbing his hair. Suddenly, your first dance song started to play and Pedro backed his head up a bit with a smile. He stood up, holding out his hand. "May I have this dance, my wife?"

"You may, my husband." You grab his hand and he twirls you before grabbing your waist with one hand, your hand resting in his with your arms bent by your side with the other one on his shoulder. "It'll be 3 years in a month." You lay your head on his chest with his cheek resting on top of your hair as you two sway.

"And 8 years in 3 months." Pedro hummed, wrapping his hand around yours and bringing it to his chest, kissing your fingers. "I'm so grateful for you, my angel."

"I'm so grateful for you, Pedrito." You kiss the back of his hand, looking up and Pedro leaned down to kiss you. "I want to renew our vows in 10 years."

"How about 20?" You grin and wrap your arms around his neck, Pedro lifting your feet off the ground and spinning you while you both laugh.

"Pedro! I can't be dizzy planting my flowers!"

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Mikaelson’s Party Pt.1

Warning: This is a Human A/B/O fic you are about to read, it contains Omegaverse Dynamics as well as mentions of Non-Con and abuse.

Read at your own risk

Their parents had gone on vacation for their 25th wedding anniversary and that weekend as Mikael had wanted to take his wife on a couples retreat for older Beta couples, It was the perfect time for Elijah to decide to throw a party. He’s a Sophomore in college and the campus was only 15 minutes from his house giving him the perfect place to have people over, nearly his whole class as well as Freshmen coming, his Beta Katherine having talked him into it as Elijah wasn’t a rule breaker but he would do anything for his mate. The house was packed, drunk college students everywhere and despite his attempts, he couldn’t get his siblings to stay upstairs. Rebekah was making friends with popular Beta girls, Kol was completely stoned with some burn outs in the backyard and Klaus was enjoying his night, watching drunken idiots do stupid shit. Thanks to Klaus’ Alpha status, something he was alone with in his family full of Betas (Betas taking up something like 80% of the population, Alphas at 19 and Omegas at less than 1), most of the kids left him alone or just gave him the odd stare. Alphas weren’t as common as they used to be but there were still plenty of them, though most of them tended to flock together, Klaus however was just happier alone. As an 18 year old Alpha that hadn’t yet found his mate he was always the odd one out, at school and at home, being alone was just more comfortable…even if he secretly hoped he would have a mate that wanted to be around him all the time. Often he even indulged himself in dreaming of finding an Omega mate to spend his life with, though he had been teased about that at a young age, his own family having a good laugh about the impossible idea.

Elijah had joined some of his friends in an intense game of beer pong without a care in the world, having already hired a cleaning crew to come the next morning and make sure everything was back in place. If nothing else, Elijah always thought ahead.

Klaus’ night took a turn somewhere around midnight as he refilled his drink at the make-shift bar, seeing some football players in the corner, laughing at something. It wasn’t until he heard a girl screaming at them that he moved closer, seeing a beautiful girl trying to shove their hands off of her body as they pulled at her shirt, clearly all drunk beyond belief. His body froze before he could step in, her sweet scent washing over him though it was mixed with something bland that he couldn’t place, the scent rushed through every nerve ending in his body sending a buzzing vibration through his extremities, up to his brain and almost violently into his cock. It was as he felt the growl build in his chest and explode out quite loudly that his body listened and moved again, the entire room freezing and looking at him now.

‘That’s enough!’ He snarled, moving between two of them and grabbing the girls hand, pulling her towards him. The largest one grabbed her arm tightly, holding her back from moving away.

‘Who the fuck are you? Get lost kid-‘

‘What the Fuck did you just say to me?!’ He growled, his chest now releasing a constant threatening noise as he glared at this moron Beta who would Dare challenge an Alpha, younger than him or not. ‘I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt that you’re just drunk as fuck here, first of all I’m not a kid! I’m 18, I’m Elijah’s brother, this is my house, and despite being drunk myself I still know better that to be molesting a girl at a party while she screams “no” at me. Shove it up your ass and let her go. Now! Or you’ll be wishing you weren’t so God damn stupid when you wake up in the ER next week!’ No one moved for a moment and Klaus could see the girl wincing as his grip got tighter before he rolled his eyes and let go.

‘Whatever man, the ugly bitch is a fucking prude anyway. She’s all yours.’ With that, they were gone and Klaus held the girls hand, pulling her after him gently and getting a cold pack from the freezer before guiding her down the stairs to his room, unlocking the door that he had ensured no one could get into.

‘Come on in, no one will bother you down here. It’s also relatively sound proof, so at least that God awful music stops.’ He joked as he tried to calm her as he could smell her fear, sitting beside her on the couch and wrapping the ice pack around her arm.

‘Thank God, I thought there was no escaping it.’ She giggled, still stiff and uncomfortable but the sound made him smile. ‘Thank you for helping me, they’re these frat jerks who have been fucking with me since the start of term…never thought they would do something like that though.’ Klaus could tell she had been drinking but she also wasn’t so drunk she wasn’t thinking straight which was a comfort for him at the moment, seeing how she held his hand so tightly that she felt something between them too.

‘Why are they bothering you?’ He wondered and she sighed, leaning back into the couch.

‘I have classes with them and I’m quiet, honestly I think it started as a dare to go out with the shy girl who never talked to anyone. When I ignored all of them, they got more…pushy…they started following me around and teasing me. I guess they thought since it wasn’t on campus they could do what they wanted, and assholes mixed with alcohol is a terrible combo. Eventually they’ll get bored and find some other poor Beta to bother but until then, I ignore them.’ Klaus couldn’t explain why this upset him so much. He felt a rage bubbling up in him that was wild and angry, he hated men that tried to force themselves on women of course, he found it disgusting but his anger was white hot and he wanted to go kill those assholes who thought they could harm this girl…his girl…his Omega.

The thought rushed through his head at 100 miles an hour but as he took in her scent again he knew. He had never smelled an Omega before, never being close enough to one not on suppressants, but he knew. ‘I’ll kill them. I will slaughter them for touching you Omega.’ He pressed his lips to the back of her hand, not moving any closer as he wanted to give her space, not knowing how she was feeling right now as she was clearly tipsy and from the bland smell trying to cover her scent, she was on suppressants too. Klaus only smelled through them because she was his mate, and an Omega cannot hide their full scent from their true Alpha.

‘Please don’t hurt me?’ She whispered, clearly nervous but unable to hide her interest in his scent as she leaned almost subconsciously closer to his neck.

‘Hurt you? Never…you’re my Omega. I…I want to be a good Alpha for you, I’ve been looking for…I’ve been hoping for…fuck!’ He didn’t know how to say what he wanted to, not knowing what would upset her and what wouldn’t.

A moment later, after wracking his brain for something to say to relax her he felt the couch move as she pushed herself closer to him and held onto his arm with both of her hands. ‘What have you been hoping for?’ She looked at him so sweetly and while he could still feel her discomfort, she wasn’t as scared as she had been and he relaxed himself a bit.

‘I’ve been hoping to find my mate…Beta, Alpha, Omega, it didn’t matter to me, I just wanted someone to…love? I-I feel like I’ve always been alone, my family doesn’t understand me, they think I’m just some stupid Alpha who’s never going to amount to anything, and I always wanted you…someone with that perfect scent who would be the best person for me. I was really starting to think-‘

‘-you didn’t exist…me too.’ She admitted, shyly looking up at him and Klaus tucked her hair behind her ear with his free arm that she wasn’t holding. ‘My family always made me feel useless. My two brothers are Alphas and my dad was so proud…then he gets an Omega daughter that he has to hide, has to pay money for medication to make sure I’m safe and…honestly I don’t think he really cares what happens to me, none of them do.’ Klaus could feel her pain and he wondered for a brief second if she could feel his, answering his own question as he knew she could, holding her hands in his own and staring straight into her eyes. ‘I hoped I would find an Alpha who wanted me as badly as I wanted them…’

‘I do…I really do. I-‘ he cut himself off, taking a breath before leaning in and giving her several seconds to pull away if she wanted to, pressing his lips to her soft ones and feeling as if fireworks were exploding in his body. Not just his stomach but his brain, his arms and legs, everything felt on fire in the most wonderful way possible and he loved it. Suddenly she moved, pushing him back against the couch and climbing into his lap, allowing him to hold her to him tightly, their lips molding together passionately. Her fingers pulled at his blond locks and his hands squeezed her waist before she suddenly ground her body down against his, his cock already painfully hard and needy. ‘Wait!’ He gasped and she pulled back, fear in her eyes but he just smiled. ‘I’m Klaus by the way.’ He introduced, finding hilarity in the fact that names hadn’t been important when they already felt they knew everything about each other.

‘Y/n, nice to meet you Alpha.’ She giggled and he groaned.

‘You’re killing me Omega.’ He tugged her back into their harsh kiss before hoisting her up and moving them to his bed and crawling over her, lips traveling down to her neck while she pulled his shirt over his head and just as she moved to grab hers he caught her hands.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked, worriedly.

‘You’ve been drinking…we both have, I…I can’t do this while you’re drunk.’ She looked at him, stunned and in clear disbelief. ‘Stay…I’ll lend you some clothes and if you still want to tomorrow then I’ll mark you for everyone to see…I don’t want to hurt you Y/n.’

She paused for a second before nodding her head. ‘I understand…I would rather we both remember it too.’ She joked, kissing him again and moving to sit up. Klaus grabbed her a clean shirt and some boxers for her to wear, turning around as she changed before feeling her arms around his naked torso. ‘You’re really sweet, you know that, right?’ He shrugged, brushing it off but she stopped him as he sat on the bed, her standing between his legs and making him tilt his head to look up at her. ‘I mean it Klaus. Anyone else would have happily fucked me without a second thought…I always worried that’s what would happen to me anyway-‘

‘I will never let anyone else touch you! You’re safe Omega-‘

‘I know. I feel safe with you…you’re a good person Alpha. Fuck whatever your family has to say to you, you’re perfect and they need to get over themselves.’ She straddled his lap and kissed him again, hugging him tightly and snuggling into him as he pulled the blankets over the both of them and flicked off the lights, nuzzling his nose into his Omegas neck and happily allowing himself to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.

Waking up the next morning was comforting for the both of them, Y/n had buried her face into Klaus’ neck and he had his arms wrapped around her body firmly. As he woke he brushed her hair from her face and she blushed, yawning deeply before squeaking and jumping up. ‘Gotta pee!’ She exclaimed and he chuckled, checking the time and seeing that it was only 7am. Y/n fell back into the bed and snuggled back into his body, pulling the blankets around her snuggly and Klaus could instantly see her urge to nest as she was finally so close to her Alpha and not overwhelmed by the effects of alcohol.

‘Hold on.’ He told her, hopping up and opening his closet door to reveal several large blankets and a few pillows that he tossed onto the bed for her as well as a huge comforter. She instantly began fixing his bed just the way she wanted it and he was fascinated, never having seen a real nest before. Some Betas do it and they’re taught about it in school but every nest builder is different and seeing another couples nest is considered very rude. It’s personal. The idea of that was nice to Klaus, knowing no one else would ever see their nest was a wonderful thought. ‘This is wonderful Omega, it looks incredibly comfortable.’ She grinned, nodding her head.

‘Snuggle Alpha.’ She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the intricately molded nest and it truly was incredibly comfortable. Klaus held her body to his chest tightly, his instincts to keep her close to him-especially until she is marked-feeling overwhelming. ‘Can we just stay here forever?’ She asked suddenly and he smiled.

‘I think I would much prefer having our own place where my brothers and sister can’t walk down here and pound on my door whenever they want…would-I mean, would you want to live with me?’ Y/n raised her eyebrows and he could feel her asking him if he was stupid. ‘Right, well my father left me everything when he died a few years ago. There’s a house about 20 miles away that…I mean if you wanted to-‘ She took his face into her hands and kissed him hard, excitement swirling through their as of yet incomplete bond and if this is how strong it is already he can’t imagine what he will feel from and for her once it is and Klaus has never been more happy. ‘I’m going to take care of you Omega, everything you’ve ever wanted, you’re gonna have it!’ He grinned, leaning close and kissing her neck right over her scent gland which cause a sound to trill from her throat that Klaus had only ever heard of…his mate was purring. ‘That’s the loveliest sound I’ve ever heard Princess.’

‘Really? My family always thought it was annoying.’ She tried to play it off but he could see that it really bothered her.

‘I love it Omega, I want to hear it forever. You’re mine now, not theirs, whatever you want is yours.’ Klaus held his mate close and snuggled into the nest with her, drifting back to sleep fairly quickly, the both of them completely content for the first time in their lives.

There will be a part 2 of them moving in together and a smutty HEA🥰🥰

Part 2

[swagmagussupreme]

@whiterose-fans-blog White Rose in Bloom, Day 1: Hobbies

"Stay in the lines, don't let me hit you."

Simple enough rules, just two things. That was all she had to do. Stay between the two lines that they'd chalked across her backyard— the space was about two or three feet, so that wasn't a struggle— and don't get let her girlfriend hit her.

"Uh, hit me with what?"

Weiss rolled her eyes and reached into her white duffel. "The épée, dumbass," she said obviously, pulling out one of the skinny swords with a ball for its tip. One of her densely-meshed fencing masks followed after, flying from her hand and tumbling between Ruby's, who nearly fumbled it to the grass before she collected herself. She slipped it over her head and held her hands out.

"Hey, where's your helmet?" Ruby asked after a second.

Weiss shrugged. "Don't need one."

"You're that cocky?"

"Ha!" the duelist barked, shaking her head imperiously. "No, not at all."

"Then where's your mask? And my épée?"

Weiss snapped her fingers. "Bingo!"

"Huh?"

"Ruby, baby, sweetie, my perfect, beautiful, sexy-hot, stupid, dumb idiot darling dumbass," Weiss cooed, tipping her hips left and right in the way she did when she was trying to get Ruby flustered (which always worked, including now). "You are not fencing. You've got two left feet."

Ruby huffed. "I'm a leftie, dude."

"Did I say two left feet? I meant two peg-feet. Like a shitty pirate."

"You're a shitty pirate."

Weiss tapped her chin with the épée, faking pensivity. "I won't deny that I am after yer booty, yarr."

The fencing mask was a little awkward, but it had the benefit of hiding Ruby's stupid blush. "Sh-shut the fuck up."

"Shuh-shuh-shut uuup!" Weiss mocked, stepping closer as she tauntingly wagged her sword. She came within arm's length, her chin high, her blue gaze brimming with pride and expectation. "And why would I? What reason would I possibly have to deprive the world my angelic tones?"

Ruby took the mask off to glare down at the shorter girl, her lips curled into a warning scowl. "Weiss..."

"I mean really! You expect me, your perfect and incredible girlfriend, to not mock you? You, my own sweet, stupid girlfriend, my own heart which couldn't possibly rebut the skills of my swordsmanship?"

She knew what she was doing. Ruby growled, "Babe..."

Weiss affected perfect, innocent ignorance. She continued to declare, "Oh, it's not your fault your blood is so bereft of talent and skill, so absent of mine ethereal beauty, my siren-song of being! What's a poor thing like you to do? Really?"

"Last chance."

"And you are so, so stupid and so, so inferior that it'd just be wrong to put such a gentlemanly tool in your rough, mannish palms!" Weiss sauntered closer, raising one of Ruby's hands to display its calloused interior. She tutted. "It simply isn't done, darling. It isn't done."

Ruby stared, her grey eyes dead. "Are you done?"

Weiss grinned up at her, knowing and confident. "Did I mention you're basically my trophy wife?"

"Your trophy wife."

"Because you're pretty. More or less, though a bit... homely. Maybe more of a housewife."

"Uh-huh. Homely."

"Oh very, like you belong in the home. Cooking and cleaning and such."

"Progressive."

"It suits you."

"For sure."

"You can walk around my home all naked with just an apron, maid outfits on Wednesdays, nun outfits on Sundays for Jesus."

"You know me, big for Jesus. Bless up."

"And you'll get to bear all my heirs like some... broodmare."

"Oh broodmare, holy shit. You just said that in real life. Incredible."

"And they'll be giant babies, but it's your job as my wife."

A pause. Weiss smirked up at her girlfriend, chin high, pale neck exposed.

Ruby dropped the mask and pursed her lips. "I'm gonna choke you out now."

Weiss beamed. "You think you could?" She wiggled the skinny blade between them. "I'm armed."

Ruby blinked, unimpressed, and grabbed the épée around its dull blade with one hand, her other hand shooting up to clutch Weiss' wrist. She squeezed the latter, and the fencer was smart enough to drop the sword before Ruby could apply any real force. She let the épée fall and wrapped Weiss' waist in her arms, lifting her bodily so bring them both to the ground. Ruby landed mostly on her own side so she didn't hurt the smaller girl, then twisted around her back to pin Weiss' captured wrist between her own sharp shoulder blades, her other arm going around Weiss' pale neck and fitting the trachea into the crook of her elbow.

"Tap," Ruby commanded, wrapping her legs around Weiss' waist to finish her hold.

Weiss struggled, her free arm flapping uselessly. "Never!" she whined.

Ruby flexed her bicep.

Weiss stiffened and started pawing at her girlfriend's chokehold. "Harder mommy," she squeaked thinly.

"Jesus fuck, dude."

"Jesus won't save you!"

Ruby wrenched the girl's wrist up, just a tiny bit, barely enough to—

"Okayokayokay!" Weiss spluttered, her horny clawing turned to frantic tapping. "Tap out!"

Ruby snorted, but relaxed her hold with a kiss to the fencer's snow-white crown. "Good girl."

"Fuck you."

Weiss was pressed close against her girlfriend's martial-toned body, the chokehold now a warm hug that wrapped across her chest. "You still wanna swing that gay thing at me?" Ruby teased.

"You don't swing in fencing," Weiss muttered. "But yes. I do."

[de-n-i-al]

Out of context quotes

(qsmp red team)

:]

Foolish: 'seems killable'

Cellbit: 'fucker shit cum balls, cum balls'

Jaiden: "we just need to camp them out for 1 hour and 20 minutes'

Slimecicle: 'I'm like a little rat'

Slimecicle: 'I'm just kneading dough in the backyard, I'm malewife-ing'

Foolish: 'let's kill him :D'

Slimecicle: 'I'm going to come drop you kids off your lunch'

Jaiden: 'they're calling you momcicle'

Slimecicle: 'sorry to make you wait, kids, moms gotta eat too'

Carre: 'very loud high pitched screaming'

Cellbit 'were fucked, it's joever'

Jaiden 'AAAA Etoiles is after me, I'm dead'

Slimecicle: 'Tubbo! How are you so fucking fast?!'

Foolish 'so what's the game plan? Run and hide or?'

Jaiden: 'I HOPE THEY BURNN'

Philza: 'I got everyone hats'

Jaiden: 'I want to be the king of pirates!'

Philza: 'should I just fuckin run for the thing?'

Slimecicle: 'we made a pool'

Slimecicle: 'I hope I melt'

Slimecicle: 'I'm going to verbally assault them'

Philza: 'they started it!'

Slimecicle: 'The bread for my beautiful children is here!'

Slimecicle: 'Hey Phil, my beautiful boy, I have something for you'

Slimecicle: 'phil this is fucked up, you don't do this to a roleplayer'

Slimecicle: 'they didn't even 'yes and' they 'no sworded'

Slimecicle: 'Phil, I just want to be a desirable male wife'

Slimecicle: 'Guys, let's remember to have fun'

Philza: 'I like how no one hesitated to turn on others'

Jaiden: 'BAD YOUR SUCH A HATER'

Jaiden: 'he took my God damn straw hat'

Philza: 'were getting spawn camped by badboyhalo and tubbo'

Slimecicle: 'what to the right'

Philza: 'she's gonna kill you man'

Slimecicle: 'i hate everyone who isn't you guys'

Slimecicle: 'I don't think I can look fitmc in the eyes'

Slimecicle: 'We can't even place blocks on half of our land BECAUSE MY BODYS ARE ALL OVER'

Philza: 'the teams are so balanced'

Slimecicle: 'I don't know how to make a backpack'

Philza: 'Can we go back to adventure mode and roleplay'

Slimecicle: 'Please, I'll do anything, just get me off this island'

(Ngl at this point they all go crazy)

(Also charlie loses his fucking voice)

Slimecicle: 'hey cellbit want to beat the shit out of each other?'

Everyone: 'screaming'

Slimecicle: 'ADMINS CAN YOU DO /SLIMECICLE HAPPY??!?!'

Philza: 'Guys, I think we are the cursed team'

Jaiden: 'Do you think the admins are watching us and seeing what to change'

Slimecicle: 'This isn't purgatory, this is hell'

Jaiden: 'take the children!'

Philza: 'This is too much I'm dying'

Jaiden: 'Hey guys, want to huddle together for the last 30minutes?'

Philza: 'I'm light headed'

Slimecicle: 'i feel the right side of my brain hurting'

Jaiden: 'Philza, kill yourself'

Slimecicle: 'The most fun I've had is burning myself to death'

Jaiden: 'Look at the piles of bodies'

Jaiden: 'Untangle it like a spaghetti'

Slimecicle: 'Admins spawn herobrine'

Baghera: 'Can't wait for wilbur to join'

Slimecicle: 'Guys, let's all meet up and go to Disney land and send the pictures to badboyhalo'

Slimecicle: 'your happy? I'm thrilled baghera'

Philza: 'We become npc's'

Slimecicle: 'I can't tell if I'm having a great time or a panic attack'

Foolish: 'I'm tingly everywhere'

Everyone: 'weird ass singing'

Jaiden: 'singing gangnem style'

(Fucking kill me omfg I'm watching the stream and my ears are dying)

Cellbit: 'I want to go to purgatory in real life'

Jaiden: 'HOW IS THERE STILL 15 MINUTES LEFT'

Philza: 'Guys i brought us a fidget toy'

Cellbit: 'This is a pretty fucking balanced team yeah'

(Continuous killing of eachother)

Slimecicle: 'let's hop in the other chats and see how they are doing'

foolish: 'WHY ARE MY ARMS STILL TINGLY??'

Philza: 'HOW ARE WE STILL SECOND????'

Philza: 'Were going to roleplay a village, im going to make a school'

Foolish: 'I want to get burned by the sun, just to feel something'

Cellbit: 'What if we make a team to fight against the people who put us here and call it oder theorists'

Baghera: 'Philza, where are you? I'm going to kill you'

Philza: 'baghera come kill me'

Jaiden: 'IM BACK BITCH!'

(THEYRE JUST KILLING EACHOTHER)

cellbit: 'We ended up on second, green will never live this down'

Slimecicle: 'What do you want from us...'

Cellbit: 'maybe I shouldn't have killed all of those fed workers'

Slimecicles: 'Guys, I'm like clearly turning into a code'

Slimecicle: '3 months ago, I dumped 3 pounds of sand down philzas toilet, so foolish would think he clogged it'

(Cellbit and slime have lost their voices 0_0)

Slimecicle: 'I fucking sound like a dying goose'

Philza: 'dantdm is canonically dead'

(They all agreed to become more decrepit bro)

(They are going to have fucked up skins too bro)

(They are going crazy)

(God this is killing me, why am I doing this)

Slimecicle: 'fuck my arc I'm going on a cannibal arc'

(God dammit this has been the most fucked up stream I've ever watched)

(They are going to rebalance it thank fuck)

[gingerjolover]

Wait would you like to share more thoughts on the boys and their commitment styles 👀

i would be happy to pretty anon! sorry if it is jumbled or messy, as always we can discuss!

i am 1000% going to contradict myself, like yes i FULLY believe these but i am not opposed to writing/i currently have marriage-related fics in the works. I also want to write an addition to this where it's their love languages 👀

phoebe - gives me married vibes all the way. maybe it's because she was previously engaged, i just feel like she loves with every fiber of her being and i can't imagine her with someone for a long ass time and not committing herself to them like mind, body, and soul without govt documentation lol

i think way before you're engaged, you would already be maxine's mama or second parent, there's no way you wouldn't be building a home together. she strikes me as a lover who just wants to share things with you. she's involving you in the care of maxine, in decisions in the home, she's involving you in her career whether it be on the album or on a tour, she's including you in her friend groups and it just gives like chosen family/little family vibes.

again, i think she values commitment, and not in such a traditional way where she like needs to be married to feel connected but like she just loves waking up and knowing that she's your wife. IDK i could be wrong about this i just have her in my brain really valuing your relationship, but enough that if you were against marriage, she would happily be engaged forever or even just be your life partner contentedly.

lucy - i have moments where im like yes, lucy is a WIFE but other times i feel like she is so vehemently against tradition in the way that you don't need to be married for her to be committed to you. i think if you were against marriage she would be fine, If you really wanted to be married I think she would do it without a shred of doubt. I imagine a scenario where you both aren't sure but maybe there's like some perks of being married legally. like i feel like if you DID get married, it would be for like tax purposes which i know sounds so fucked but it would be so funny she would definitely lovingly call you her beneficiary, but i don't think she would do a courthouse wedding, even for legal reasons she would love a small ceremony with your family and friends and it would just be a whole vibe.

rn i think she has roommates in Philly (go birds), but as i write her often i think she also values a home base and regardless of how long you've been together, she would be building a home with you and like taking into consideration your style and interests and making you comfortable. i think apartment hunting with her would be so cute! she is such a deep thinker and i think her opening up and letting you really know her and her quirks in a way that maybe only a few others know her would be her way of committing to you. Like waking up, rolling over, and realizing that you know everything about her and love her anyways would mean more to her than a wedding ring.

julien - same with lucy, sometimes im like yup she wants to be married in a small backyard ceremony in the fall and she's wearing a beautiful suit and your guys' dog is the ring bearer and lucy and phoebe sing for you both and it's not a religious ceremony, i think it would just be all vibes, like no pressure just truly a celebration of your love and commitment to one another.

other times i think she is not going to get married but she is buying yall a house and taking you to places in the world you've always wanted to go and getting your initials tattooed on her ring finger and tattooing your name over her heart or writing a song where the title is just your name and its about unfiltered love and gratefulness. she is obviously (like all of the boys) so loving, she loves the boys so much, she has a great outlook on life now (that speech she made where she said the boys gave her her voice back had me BAWLING) and like all of them, i don't think she NEEDS to be married to show her commitment. Julien, in my mind is a very small actions everyday type of lover, like yes, the tattoos are grand gestures, but she's playing your favorite songs in the morning or washing your hair when you're tired, she's making you your favorite meal when you're sad, and she prides herself on knowing you so well that she can just kiss you in the right places and know she doesn't have to put a ring on your finger for you to know she loves you.

[thesmokingguns]

Brat w/ Duff McKagan

minors dni 18+

There was a sense of relief as he watched out of the glass doors of the kitchen as his daughters laughed with a group of new friends, jumping into the pool in the backyard of the new house he had just bought in LA. After a divorce that he hadn’t seen coming to a woman that he wished nothing but a lifetime of happiness to he had been worried his daughters would blame him for a breakup with their mother.

Instead they seemed to be taking his heartache better than he was. Rallying around Duff they descended on his new home with their Louis Vuitton luggage and hugs that made him remember that even the heartbreak he was experiencing now was worth it for the two daughters that he had with his ex wife.

What Duff wasn’t too happy about was the fact there was currently a 25 year old with a half sleeve tattoo and the prettiest golden tan laying on a floatie and making Duff feel things he hadn’t expected to feel again.

Kreigh Lewis was Grace’s best friend. They had met when Grace was starting to record music, a young girl who worked as a sound engineer and would throw down for other girls in a way that made Duff thankful for her. But right now made him want to jump off a bridge.

Kreigh had tattoos, a nose ring that was shining in the California sun, and an attitude that was so bad he often thought he was going to break a tooth as he watched her flaunt around the pool. She looked up from where she was floating, her blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses she was wearing but he could still feel her gaze on him. Watching him like he was her next meal and throwing Duff off.

She was too young. Grace’s friend. And had made it more than clear that she wasn’t interested in him.

Turning away from the pool he moved deeper into the new house where he still hadn’t figured out where things were, planning on writing a song and just forgetting about all the problems that were in his life.

“I’ll be right there. Yeah.” a tittering of laughter made Duff blink, looking up just as his bedroom door was opened.

He had fallen asleep, an afternoon nap to stop his brain from overthinking. Instead he just had dreams that made his stomach hurt. Looking as the door opened he watched Kreigh freeze in the doorway, looking left and right like she wasn’t sure what he was doing there. And then it hit Duff that he had managed to fall asleep in the guest bedroom where she had been staying.

“Shit. Shit. Double shit.” he pushed himself up, aware of the soft peach and musky bold scent that her body butter had made in teh sheets, watching as Kreigh shut the door behind her, the black off the shoulder t-shirt clinging to the wet spots of her bikini. ‘Where’s Izzy?’ clearly written on the front and reminding him that this pain in the ass girl would find any excuse to do something to drive him crazy.

“Have a good nap, old man?” her flippant tone and the soft half smirk half sneer on his face reminded him what a fucking brat she was.

“You’re staying in my house. You could be thankful. Have a little respect.” Her perfectly drawn on eyebrow raised and Duff, who never really noticed things like makeup, took a second to appreciate the subtle way she countered herself into an image she was happy with.

Of course she had to be absolutely beautiful. The damn she devil was going to be the thing that broke him.

“Sorry, daddy. No one taught me how to be a good girl.” she was teasing him as she brushed past him. But her words had gone straight to his cock which was clearly tenting in the board shorts he had been wearing around the house.

Little minx looked down, a satisfied smirk on her face as she moved past him, tugging the strings behind her neck and letting the wet bikini top fall off with a wet flopping sound on the floor.

Duff told himself to leave. Don’t look back. Don’t look at the devil.

But his cock was a compass, navigating as it overridden his brain and he was turning, looking as she untied the side strings, letting her bottoms off, letting them fall to the floor with the wet bathing suit.

Her painted, blue toenails kicked them onto the pile of clothes she needed to wash and he followed the curve of her calf muscle, up her thighs as he watched her profile. The way her tits were small and perky, nipples hard from the wet fabric of her shirt, clinging to the hard points that he could see bars through.

Fuck.

He wanted to take her nipples in his mouth, suckle on them as she writhed under him, begging daddy for more.

And that was his one way ticket straight to hell.

He needed to get away from her. But as if she knew he was prey and she was stalking him, the predator in this situation, she looked up, eyes meeting his as her hands touched the hem of her shirt, teasing him about his old bandmate.

“Are you going to let me change for dinner or are you going to watch me, old man?” His eyes married, a fist forming at his side.

As she lifted her shirt he turned, slamming the door and hating the way her easy laughter followed him out of the room.

Duff was a prisoner in his own house.

The girls all were out for the night, creating an illusion of safety. It hadn’t really been safe because after an our of them being gone Duff felt the loneliness of the house and started to roam around. Finding himself in Kreighs bedroom.

It was wrong. He knew it was wrong to look through her thighs but he felt like he had no choice. He needed to know more about the girl who was making him lose his fucking mind.

A seafoam green diary was shoved under a pile of books that he was shocked she read. From books with covers that rivaled porn VHS covers he once had to Fredrich Nietschze she was an avid reader. But he wanted her thoughts not her current TBR pile.

Mom called. Getting married again. Third time the charm or is it the fourth? It doesn’t matter. She believes in love enough for the both of us. Funny part is neither of us will ever experience it. .

Sad girl, with hidden secrets. Everyone should experience love and Duff worried that she never had anyone show her how to be loved.

He could-

Absolutely not get involved with his daughter's friend. That was not going to happen. He was the adult in this situation and he wasn’t going to-

A door opened and he heard the heavy footprints on the stairs

Shit. shit. Double shit.

He tucked the diary back, hoping it was Mae coming home. But of course the door opened as he was sitting on Kreighs bed. Her blue eyes narrowed as she stood there looking like sin.

The leather skirt she was wearing was so short that from where he was sitting he could see the flash of red of her velvet panties. She was wearing a t-shirt again, an Izzy Stradlin and The Ju Ju Hounds shirt because of course she had to own all the Stradlin stuff. When they had been talking about Guns N Roses she had made it clear she thought they were alright. Her word getting under his skin and making Duff go biking for a ten mile ride to try and get some of the anger out earlier this week.

“Is there going to be a wet spot in my sheets?” she asked as she threw her purse down, not seeming to care where it landed. Her cell phone went on the table by the bed as she toed off the flat leather boots she had worn out.

“Wet spot?” He asked as she rolled her eyes. Reaching around to unzip the back of her skirt as she slid it down, shimmying her hips in a way that had his eyes going left and right as he watched the movement of them.

“From your cum or tears? I don’t know which one is worse to be honest.” The leather hit the floor as she kicked it towards the pile of clothes that was getting out of hand.

Duff stood up, realizing just how short she was. He easily was over a foot taller than her but he had never trusted himself to be this close to her to realize the significance in their height difference.

Kreigh didn't seem to mind. She was reaching for the hem of her shirt, tugging it off and laying it on the end of her bed, like she actually cared about this piece of clothing. Something that made Duff want to curl it in his fist and toss it with the rest of her discarded things. But he couldn’t think because she was in front of him in nothing but a tiny red velvet thing with a matching bralette.

Shit.

His cock approved of her outfit very much. Once again making his mind go blank as he watched her stretch, a yawn on those painted red lips as she looked at him like he was in her way.

“No answer? I guess I’ll find out.” She slid, belly down on the bed, that full ass shaking as she moaned in appreciation as she got comfortable in the bed.

“You’re a brat.” he heard her soft chuckle, her head turning to look at him.

“And what are you going to do about it, daddy?” That fucking name. Fuck.

Duff grabbed her ankle, tugging it towards him as he pulled her towards the end of the bed, her little yelp of shock as he pulled her over his lap made him smirk. Glad that he had knocked her down a peg and caught her off guard.

“I’m going to teach you some respect.” It was the loudest whisper in the room as she settled across the black sweatpants of his lap right before his hand came down, smacking her ass as she stilled.

The way her flesh pinkened, the waves of her ass shaking as he smacked  the other cheek, liking how her hips pushed forward into his like she was trying to get away.

Her hands came back, trying to block him from spanking her but Duff was sliding her legs between his, pinning her hands on her lower back with one hand as he brought down his other hand in two consecutive smacks against that pretty little ass of hers.

“You’re not getting out of your spanking. You’ve been a very bad girl, Kreigh and it’s time that you learn how to be a good girl. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” He shouldn’t be speaking to her like this.

What if she told Grace that her dad was a pervert? What if she told someone else that he was spanking her?

“It hurts.” her words came out soft, a little sniffle in them as she squirmed. Duff slapped her a few more times, his hand coming down in hard smacks as her soft whines of pain mixed with teh skin on skin sounds before he stopped, rubbing the round globes of her ass.

“It’s supposed to hurt. That makes you realize that what you did is wrong. I can’t take it easy on you. You need to understand there are consequences to your actions.” He smacked the top of her thighs, his fingers hitting the spot between her legs.

A damp patch was growing there and he had to close his eyes, take a deep breath to think about what he was doing. Realizing she didn’t like the pain of being spanked but yet here she was, drenched from being spanked.

“Are you sorry for prancing around my house like a little tease? Wearing shorts you know better than wearing? Acting like a brat to me?” Each question came with a hard blow to her ass as she sobbed into the sheets, her tears were so fucking pretty. The mess she was making on the bed turning Duff on more than he could fathom.

She nodded her head prompting another few smacks to her ass for not using her words.

“I’M SORRY, DADDY. PLEASE. I’M SORRY!” The way she cried out her apology made Duff stop, his hand sliding up her ass, taking the sting out of her spanking, rubbing her lower back as she cried out, soft little sniffles into the sheets that she was making wet.

Bold he let his thumb hook into her panties, tugging them down to hang off her thighs as she made a whimper now, the way her pussy had wet little tendrils of her cum sticking to them as he pulled them down, her thighs trying to open more to show him what he was doing to her.

“Do you want to be a good girl now, Kreigh? Want me to make you cum after your spanking? Would you like that?” She nodded and got a smack to her pussy, “Words, Kreigh. I need you to use your words.” His thumb trailed through the wet slit as she made a sound of pleasure, trying to push up into his hand.

“Yes, please.”

Duff gave three sharp slaps to her pussy before moving her so she was laying in the bed and he was above her.

“Well too bad. You’re still a bad girl, Kreigh. Tomorrow if you want to be a good girl I can make you feel good but for now…goodnight.” He walked away from her, hearing the little brats whine, her feet kicking as he shut the door.

Maybe being single wasn’t the worst thing in the world

[briar-moon]

Red Rising Characters as Tortured Poets Department Songs

Darrow: i'mgonnagetyouback

-> "Whether I'm gonna be your wife or / Gonna smash up your bike / I haven't decided yet / But I'm gonna get you back"

Cassius: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

-> "I was grinning like I'm winning / I was hitting my marks / 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart"

Mustang: The Alchemy

-> "He jokes that it's heroin, but this time with an 'E' / 'Cause the sign on your heart / Said it's still reserved for me"

Sevro: Florida!!!

-> "Little did you know your home's really only / The town you'll get arrested / So you pack your life away just to wait out / The shitstorm back in Texas"

Victra: But Daddy I Love Him

-> "I'd rather burn my whole life down / Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin' / I'll tell you something 'bout my good name / It's mine alone to disgrace"

Lyria: Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

-> "I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean / 'Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth' / Who's afraid of little old me? / Well you should be"

Theodora: Clara Bow

-> "Beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours / Demanding more / Only when your girlish glow flickers just so / Do they let you know / It's hell on earth to be heavenly"

Tactus: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

-> "The smoke cloud billows out his mouth / Like a freight train through a small town / The jokes that he told across the bar / Were revolting and far too loud"

Roque: The Tortured Poets Department

-> "I laughed in your face and said / 'You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith / This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots'"

Ragnar: The Albatross

-> "I swept in at the rescue / The devil that you know / Looks now more like an angel / I'm the life you chose / And all this terrible danger"

Sefi: The Prophecy

-> "A greater woman has faith / But even statues crumble if they're made to wait"

Pax Sr.: So High School

-> "Truth, dare, spin bottles / You know how to ball, I know Aristotle"

Evey: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

-> "'Cause he took me out of my box / Stole my tortured heart / Left all these broken parts / Told me I'm better off / But I'm not"

Dancer: Fortnight

-> "And for a fortnight there, we were forever / Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather / Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors"

Eo: Cassandra

-> "Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul / You can mark my words that I said it first / In a mourning warning, no one heard"

Julian: Robin

-> "You got the dragonflies above your bed / You have a favorite spot on the swing set / You have no room in your dreams for regrets"

Volga: I Hate it Here

-> "I hate it here so I will go to lunar valleys in my mind / When they found a better planet, only the gentle survived / I dreamed about it in the dark, the night I felt like I might die"

Orion: So Long, London

-> "And you say I abandoned the ship / But I was going down with it / My white-knuckle dying grip / Holding tight to your quiet resentment"

Lysander: The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

-> "You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing / And in plain sight you hid / but you are what you did / And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive / the smallest man who ever lived"

Should I do other albums?

[atinyjules]

MY BALLERINAS - JENO

Pairings: Dad!Jeno x Female oc

Genre: fluff, established relationship, dad au.

Warnings: none

Characters: Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan, Si-ah (4), Soo-ah (2), Chaein (3), Chaeyeon (2), Bomin (4), Haerin (2)

An hour after Jeno had taken a time out from decorating the backyard with pink mesh drapes, everything you would possibly need for a tea party and a lot of pink decor he woke up with a groan, rubbing his eyes. Letting out a sigh as he stretched his body and yawned.

Being the sole male of the household was hard work, especially when both his daughters loved hosting tea parties. But he wouldn't have had it any other way. He was in the process of preparing one such tea party. The girls would be back home in an hour from their cousins place so he had to finish getting everything ready. And it did not help that his wife was in Paris for a performance.

"Okay, I'm done!" he exclaimed in victory and looked at his masterpiece with pride.

And as though on queue, the familiar sound Jaemin's cars pulling up in front of the house caught his attention as Jeno went out to greet his two princesses.

"Daddy!" He picked up Si-ah who ran to him and engulfed her in a tight bear hug.

"Hey Princess! You had fun?" she nodded at that as Jaemin got out of the car with Soo-ah fast asleep in her baby carrier on his right and Haerin in her carrier on the other side.

"Hey Bomin!" Jeno greeted his nephew who hugged him and greeted him.

"Hi uncle Jeno!"

"I hoped they weren't a menace to you." Jeno asked as he took Soo-ah's baby carrier from Jaemin's hand.

"Of course not! They were well behaved like Princesses, just like their mama right Si-ah?" Jaemin said to which Si-ah agreed almost instantly.

"Okay, that's great." Jeno said as Jaemin gave him a smug smile.

"I mean they do get it from their mama's side of the family." he said earning a sigh from Jeno.

"If you say so." Jeno said as they laughed it off and went in.

"Woah...I'm impressed." Jaemin said looking at the set up as Si-ah and Bomin gasped.

"Daddy! It's amazing!!" Si-ah exclaimed and hugged her father who grinned proudly.

"It's sooo....Pink!" Bomin exclaimed earning a loud chuckle from his father.

"It's a tea party Bomin." Jaemin told his son who only groaned in response.

"But I'm a boyy!"

"Shut uppp it's beautiful! It's just like my mommy! Elegant and cheek!" Si-ah said as Jeno chuckled.

"Chic, Si-ah, chic." Jeno said as she nodded.

"Oh!"

"Am I going to be the only boy?" Bomin asked Jeno who shook his head.

"You have me and your dad!" Jeno replied as Jaemin nodded his head when a car pulled up in front of the house.

"All hail the Princesses of the Lee Empire!!" They went out to see Haechan putting out a red carpet towards the door.

"What in the world-" Jeno was cut off by Haechan.

"Shush! Its a royal tea party! Chaeyeon come over here with your sister!" he said as a toddler clad in a poofy blue ball gown came out of the car with her little sister who were a matching blue gown.

"HII!!" Chaeyeon exclaimed loudly and went to hug Si-ah, Soo-ah, Bomin and Haerin.

"Shh! Baby, Haerin and Soo-ah are sleeping!" Haechan whispered to his daughter.

"OH!!" She exclaimed loudly causing everyone to flinch.

While the kids were going about their tea party the fathers were all watching them with loving eyes from the kitchen.

"Aren't they adorable~" Haechan cooed as Jeno and Jaemin agreed while snapping pictures.

"Too bad Eunbi has work, she would've totally loved this." Jaemin said referring to his younger twin and Jeno's wife.

"Yeah...she wanted to be present for this but there's always next time." Jeno said as Haechan chuckled.

"I bet Bi chose the girl's outfits." Haechan said as Jeno chuckled.

"Yup, I thought you wouldn't notice." Jeno said as Jaemin snorted.

"They're literally wearing pink matching ball gowns with a swan tiara...the whole look screams Eunbi." Jaemin said as Jeno looked at his daughters trying to mimic their mother's dance steps with love and adoration.

"Yeah, it does...gosh I love them so much." Jeno confessed as Haechan chuckled.

"Look at us, fatherhood turned us into goddamn softies." Haechan said as Jaemin smiled looking at the kids.

"I'm not complaining though, fatherhood made us happier even though the circumstances were out of our control." He said and looked at Jeno whose eyes were fixated on his two princesses.

" I definetly am a lot happier with the three of my girls." Jeno said as they continued watching the kids try ballet with the sound of Si-ah and Soo-ah's music box playing in the background.

Whether the circumstances were out of his control or not Jeno knew for sure that he won't regret nor plan on doing so anytime soon. Whether it meant having to be surrounded by pink his whole life and organizing tea parties, if it meant that he gets to be with his Ballerinas for the rest of his life he was willing to do it for eternity.

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

What could’ve been

Summary: Bucky says goodbye to the woman he loves

Paring: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 485

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This made me cry while writing it… so that says a lot 🥲

The memory replays constantly in your head as you close your eyes.

A Small house in the suburbs of Brooklyn with a white picket fence, you are in the kitchen making lunch as your children run around in the backyard with your dog. 

Bucky is sitting on the back porch admiring the life you both created, so beautiful yet so delicate. “ Lunch is ready! Come wash up!” You yell from the window seal, Bucky gets up from his spot. “ You heard your momma, come on James, Becca wash up” he playfully chases them inside. 

The sounds of footsteps and giggles soon fill your home, and that makes the biggest smile appear on your face. As your children, rush past you to go wash their hands, Bucky quickly comes to aid you as you hold the tray of food. “ Woah now, my wife shouldn’t be carrying heavy things, especially in your condition” he points an accusing finger at your pregnant belly and takes the tray from your hands. 

You scuff at him playfully, “What are you going to do about it, Sarge?” You tease him, he simply shakes his head before kissing you and setting the table.

Those are the memories that would’ve been real if life didn’t happen the way it did. If Bucky hadn’t left for war. 

A tired, yet graceful smile appears on your face as you open your eyes to stare at the love of your life. “Oh my James it’s more and more beautiful every time” You reach to move his hand that was holding yours to rest on your cheek. “ if only things were different, but we can’t dwell on the past” you’re weak lips place a kiss on his hand. 

The rims of his eyes are red as he struggles to not let his tears fall down his face. “ Don’t cry, my love. Be thankful for the short time we got to have. I am grateful for the life I lived, Please know that I will always love you, My James Buchanan Barnes. You’re still the charming man I remember. Don’t let what those people did to you, define who you are. You deserve to be happy and live the life you want”. You closed your eyes and kissed his hand once more. The memory replays one last time as you close your eyes. 

The heart monitor in the room begins to flat line, soon silence is the only sound that filled the room. With sad eyes, Bucky watches as your grip begins to fall from his hand, he leans forward, brushing your grey hairs out of your face. He places delicate kisses on your forehead, eyes, and lastly, the corner of your mouth, “Rest peacefully my beautiful doll. I will always love you” 

Just like that Bucky lost the love of his life, the woman he thought he could have it all with. 

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

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I swear to God if I have to listen to Nick and his wife bragging about their stupid honeymoon any longer I’m gonna scream!

You see, I’m a man of simple tastes, my dream vacation is Hawaii - always have and always will be - and I try to live this dream vacation once a year. Give me a beautiful beach and sunlight and I’m a happy man. But of course that something as simple as that wasn’t enough for my little brother and his 'too good to be true' wife.

Nick and her (because I refuse to speak her name anywhere besides my bathroom at 3 am with the help of lube) had just gotten back from their honeymoon in France - Marseille to be more precise - and of course, the pain in the ass who entitles herself as my wife had to invite them over for an afternoon snack to “know all about it” because she doesn’t torture me enough by herself already.

“France is such a romantic country, isn’t it? Oh, we should definitely go there for our second honeymoon! What do you think Matt?” My wife asked with a beaming smile, and for the second time that afternoon, I wished I drank alcohol.

“Nah, I don’t think so, honey. We’re not able to pay for a tour guide or translator as they did” I quickly responded

“Tour guide? Translator?” Nick chuckled with that annoying, cocky high pitched laugh of his. “Luckily, we didn’t need any of that because my beautiful angel over here took care of everything” My brother proudly stated as my sister-in-law softly reprimanded him.

“What do you mean?” My wife asked with excitement

“Oh, nothing. We didn’t need any of those because I’m fluent in french, and I’ve lived in France for 2 years. Marseille was one of my favorite cities to visit” My brother’s wife casually brushed it off as if it wasn't a big deal “So when Nick said I could pick our honeymoon, that was the first place that came to my mind. And I knew Nicky would love it there too”

And of course, she’s fucking fluent in a hot language! Is the Lord testing me? God, are you really gonna let that Devil worshiper ruin me - thy child, thy favorite child! - Like this?! Why? This is not fair! I’m the oldest, I’m the hottest, I’m the strongest, by thy law I’m the favorite to have the best things! I’m the one who’s entitled to have everything better because I’m the firstborn male! So why would you let the Devil, and his black stiletto nails, ruin everything by giving all that’s good and deliciously sinful to Nick?! I deserve that, not him! I deserve that wife, not him! I deserve to go to Marseille with her, not him! I’m the one who’s supposed to hear her speak french, not Nick! C’mon!

“It’s truly beautiful, and the company definitely makes it even better” Nick looked over at his wife and he looked pathetically in love. The only thing that would make it even more pathetic is if he started drooling. Hang on, why is the corner of his mouth glistening? Oh, my fucking-

“Matt!”

“What?!” I spat at my wife with a scowl before I took a deep breath in. I really need to keep it together, man...“I’m sorry, honey. Yes?”

“I asked isn’t it sweet how in love they are?”

“Oh yeah, truly teeth rotting” I gave them a yellow smile before I gasped “And look, we’re almost out of iced tea!” I took the small jar in my hand and stood up from the table “I’ll be right back”.

Once in the kitchen, I finally felt like I could breathe again. I took longer than I needed to fill up the relatively small jar and when I felt somewhat in control of my emotions, I made my way to the backyard. The voice of my brother’s wife filled up my ears as she oh so beautifully pronounced the strong r’s and soft u’s in a french phrase, and it took all the strength in me to not cum right there and then.

“So what did I miss?” I tried to sound as calm as I could

“Oh nothing, just my beautiful sister-in-law here agreed to teach me french” My wife happily clapped.

“You’re gonna learn french?” I smiled widely, praying that the sarcasm didn’t seep through my words

“Yes, isn’t this amazing?! I even began to train the pronunciation” She looked at our sister-in-law as if she hung the stars “On trouvera”

“Trouvera” Nick’s wife corrected her pronunciation with a caring smile, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful, sexy and alluring her pronunciation was in comparison to my wife’s. “You’re a natural. We just need to perfect a few of the words, but I have no doubt you’ll be a fast learner”

My wife squealed in excitement as she begged “Oh please, teach me how to say ‘I’m on a second honeymoon with my husband’ ”

Nick’s wife giggled with joy as she began “Je suis…”

And for the next few hours, I really regretted not drinking alcohol.

[simmingwithmila]

The Greenways | It's So Hard to Say Goodbye

*Disclaimer: this post is about death. It focuses on how Sims die from laughter. If this will trigger any emotion, please scroll past.

It was the day after Christmas. Zabrina was called into work, the kids were hanging out with their friends, which left Chris home alone, well with Max the cat. Chris enjoyed Christmas this year, so much that he sat on the couch and began to think about the day. From Laila wobbling down the hall to get to the Christmas tree, Reign being the teenager that she is, pretending she did not want to spend time with her family although secretly she couldn't get enough of family time, to Genesis who eagerly awaited Father Winter and to his beautiful wife, Zabrina, who just smiled as everyone opened their gifts, taking pictures of everything that she almost fell into the tree! Chris chuckled, and then he chuckled some more. He chuckled so hard that he got up from the couch and he clinched is heart, something was wrong, but he couldn't stop laughing. It was uncontrollable to the point Chris fell onto the floor and closed his eyes. His spirit leaving his body lying there, lifeless.

The family buried Chris in the backyard, next to the treehouse that he was so proud of putting together. Zabrina stood in front of the tombstone, silent. She had cried so much when she got the phone call from Reign, cried so much at the funeral, she didn't have much tears left. Her better half, her best friend, gone, just like that. She didn't have the words on what it felt like. As her daughters all looked at the ground with deep sorrow, Zabrina moved forward towards the tombstone and put her hand on top of it. "What I wouldn't give to see you again, my love." Zabrina whispered. She guessed she was wrong; she did have more tears as one drop fell onto the ground. As she began to walk away, she felt a warm wind touch her face. Zabrina quickly turned around and couldn't believe it. Standing in front of her was Chris.

Reign: "Daddy!"

She ran to him and gave him a long embrace. Although Reign couldn't physically feel her father's arm around her, she knew it was there. Zabrina watched in disbelief, in awe and in happiness. Reign and Chris were very close, and Zabrina couldn't imagine how she would comfort her daughter while trying to be strong.

Chris let go of Reign and turned to his wife. Zabrina, the love of his life. He hated that he wouldn't be there on earth with her but in spirit he would always be watching her, guiding her, rooting for her, loving her for all eternally.

Chris: "I cannot stay long but I wanted to say goodbye and to let you know how much I love you and that I am so proud of you. I am with you always, baby, always."

Zabrina ran to Chris and kissed him passionately. She didn't want to let him go, she wanted to stay in his arms forever. Finally, Chris pulled away and looked her. She was going to be okay, he knew it.

Chris: "I don't want you grieving for long. I want you to move on with this amazing life we built together. To be the best mom to the girls."

With that he turned to face Genesis and Laila who were standing in disbelief. He motioned for them to come to him. They slowly moved towards the spirit of their father and gave him a big hug. Chris felt a tear run down his cheek. How he wished that he could be there to see Genesis turn into a teenager. He wondered what kind of child Laila would be.

As Zabrina watched the moment, an idea struck her. As a best-selling author, she now had the opportunity to write the book of life, a book that could bring anyone back from the dead. She could write it quickly and hopefully bring Chris back to them.

Zabrina: "I can bring you back to life!"

Chris turned to Zabrina with a puzzling look.

Chris: "Zabrina, they are calling me babe, it is okay, this was the path."

Zabrina shook her head as tears flowed.

Zabrina: "It is called the book of life, only top authors can write it, I can write it, Chris, I can write it so fast!"

Zabrina went to run into the house to hop on the computer but she felt Chris pull her back.

Chris: "Zabrina, I hear the bells, it is time for me to go. You are so strong and amazing, I told you, I right here with you, always."

Chris held his hand to her heart. Zabrina put her hands on his and whimpered.

Reign: "We can take one last family photo."

Reign put up the tripod and attached the camera. The family got in place.

Reign: "Okay, 1,2,3 cheese."

The family tried to muster up a smile. The camera clicked and flashed.

Zabrina: "Well that is going to be a nice one. I know just where to hang..."

Zabrina turned and Chris was gone.

[fraglance]

LONELINESS SOBRIETY

Fraglance

Humans are crazily contradictory. We are social creatures who crave attention one minute then shy away from it the next. We say we want love then realize the effort, realize the risks needed to achieve the end goal. We hate and then realize there is no point in doing so, because we aren't that much different than we think we are. We keep our enemies closer than our literal friends through rumors and petty lies. We become aware of how we are a wild bunch.

Humans say they are ugly, but then they sing and dance, they love and they wander, they weep and they hold one another close. They say they are not worthy but then they paint a picture so beautiful it's unworldly to them, because beauty like that just can't be possible in this world. But can't it? Would we see the world even slightly differently if hatred wasn't in it?

Still, they say they are deserving of hate but then they cry when they're alone, because for some reason, doing it in front of someone is a whole new level of intimacy. They say they are not gorgeous but then they wear moon and sun earrings and wear flowy dresses, no matter their gender.

(My darling smells like lavender and feels like sunshine, and yours draws constellations along your dewy-freckles as you sleep, then makes letters and poems into music for you because you suggested it to them in passing, not thinking much of it. My lover tenderly kisses my eyelids and has trouble keeping from holding my hand in the dark. They apologize for their constant clinginess and I reassure them that every second of attention they give me is welcomed. I need it more than even I can fully comprehend. For me, healing, up to the present time, is in rapid progress.)

And still, they are lonely. A wife loses her oldest daughter to cancer and her family to grief, then throws herself in her work as a response. An elder looks at his past and can only think: what if I'd done this differently? He walks to the train tracks and then wonders what life would've been like if he had not lost his wife to suicide. Would he not feel so alone? Would he not physically be alone? They never wanted to have kids, but as he grew older and less lively with her absence, he worried that he did.

I say, "love is the remedy for sadness," and the others counter, "well, the two are intertwined, aren't they?" I reevaluate; it turns into 'a lover can be fond of someone and still be filled to the brim with sadness, so much that it overflows; the world around them can't help but notice. It's as easy as a glance to tell.'

Then I see how no, they don't always notice. I remember how I store happiness and love in my heart, while sadness is wedged in my stomach. (This is how I register emotions.) It seems as if this is the right place, as a gut feeling told me so once the tears couldn't fall anymore. The food there is delicious but is also the reason for my self-hatred. I loathe the way I look but then I remember I have my Mama's smile and I laugh the same as Nina does. I loathe myself but then I remember I am my Mama's child. (Oh, Mama; oh, Meera . . . You are someone I wish to plead forgiveness to.)

This is not how it is for everyone, so I take that fact and store it after slicing it into two pieces. The right half is stored in my heart, the other in my stomach. It is a happy and sad fact. After I finish sorting it out, I head to the backyard and grab the watering can on my way to the garden. I stop in my tracks when I see a butterfly where the daisies lie. Kneeling down, I let it tickle my skin and I asked Mama where she had stored her sadness. She answers, "I didn't, since that's an unnecessary thing to do. It's already all around me. And so . . ."

"Yeah?" I ask, any other words caught in my throat, exactly aside where anxiety is stored.

"Everywhere but where you are," she smiles before flying away towards the sky, and I think: for now, I am sober from loneliness.

[thghtcntrl]

Ladybug Week Day 5

Portrait of a Family

Ruby rushed out of the house, balancing hot dogs in one hand and hamburger patties in the other walking to her father who had just started the barbeque.

“Here Dad!”

“Thanks, Ruby! Do you know if Blake wants any?” Tai asked.

“Oh yeah, and she also wants a family portrait!” Ruby said excitedly “With everyone! And I mean everyone!”

Tai had to admit that the idea of a large family picture would be something his daughters would think of

“I guess she’s really coming out of her comfort zone”

Ruby giggled “Dad, Blake and I have been married for years, of course, she’s out of her comfort zone!”

“Sorry. She just seems so quiet sometimes you know. Not that it’s a bad thing, she’s great and wonderful. And like I said on your wedding day, Anyone who can make you laugh and smile is okay in my book!

Ruby looked back on the many wonderful times she had with her wife. How incredibly lucky to have her by her side.

“She makes me smile and laugh every day!”

“Hey guys, I got the drinks”

Tai and Ruby looked towards the friendly voice which Tai answered to

“Thanks, Blake, hey where are the kiddos?!”

Blake smirked “Helping, right Sasha”

A teenage sheep-faunus girl walked out carrying a package of paper plates “Yeah Mom, oh and Briar is watching Lily. she’ll let us know when she needs to be changed and all”

“Oh I can do that for her, hey I’ll bring her out!”

Blake watched Ruby walk back into the house and then turned her attention to Sasha. Sasha was a small child when she and Ruby found her. The sole survivor of a massive Grim attack. The two trekked to find the closest village or town that would have an orphanage that would take in the young child. When they did they thought they found some place for the child to live but thanks to Ruby’s keen eye she noticed something was wrong with the facility and took the child away. Soon the two women became attached to the toddler and unable to find a proper care facility. The two decided to raise the little girl as their own and so started their family.

“Hey, Sass, wanna help grill some dogs and burgers?” Tai asked.

“Sure, Grandpa!” Sasha replied with an excited smile as she was always eager to learn new things

“Come on kid, call me Tai!”

“Sure thing Grandpa Tai”

Blake chuckled at the banter her daughter and father-in-law were having. Ruby walked out of the house once again with their daughter Lily in her arms and their middle daughter Briar behind them. Blake didn’t think she could have a future like this, a very beautiful, very wonderful family, and a very loving family. She wanted, not just this moment, but this life to be known forever. She wanted their families to come together. Her team, her wife, her children, her parents, her in-laws, and niece and nephews, everyone! Speaking of nieces and nephews…

Yang’s loud “We’re here!” could be heard all the way from the front door to the backyard. Briar rushed towards the front and met her aunts, Yang and Weiss, along with them was their daughter Rime. Briar and Rime greeted each other talking about their shared hobbies. Briar turned to her mother Ruby and asked if she and her cousin could go play video games which Ruby nodded. The children ran off leaving Ruby to greet her sister and sister-in-law.

“Hey guys, how's everything?” Ruby asked.

Yang chuckled. “Pretty good and you?”

Ruby giggled. “Also good!”

The two laughed and gave each other a side hug.

Yang looked at her niece that Ruby was cradling in her arm.

“...and this little one?”

Ruby sighed “She’s finally letting me and Blake sleep!”

Yang giggled, she then turned towards her wife whose blue eyes were innocently looking at her niece then at Ruby, and then at Yang.

Ruby chuckled “Heya Weiss, wanna hold Lily”

“I’m sorry, you two were having such a beautiful moment I didn’t really know where to come in!” she sighed “Hello Ruby and hello Lily!”

Ruby smiled. “Hey Weiss, hope you have been treating my big sis well”

“Of course I have!”

Ruby continued to giggle “I know you have!”

The day continued into the night with more guests coming such as Weiss’s mother, sister, and brother, as well as Kline who offered to help with cooking and serving, Soon after was Qrow along with Robyn followed by Blake's parents, and then JNR as well as oscar. The night continued and came to what Blake wanted to do.

“Hey guys, I called everyone here because… well I love you all! I couldn’t imagine how I could be a part of this wonderful family. From Ruby and our three kids to my sisters, everyone! And I want to commemorate this with a family picture, So everyone if you please? Everyone laughed and cheered in agreement and Ruby walked up to her wife and gave her a kiss on the check

“That was a lovely blakey!”

“Thanks, Ruby!”

The camera was set up and everyone got into position, there was even a Raven that flew and landed next to Tai. The camera flashed and the picture was taken. A picture of a large and beautiful family!