#curse of being the youngest sibling i guess

[significant-narratives]

i’m too sleepy to make a proper post but i need you all to know that between the three hughes brothers, luke’s natal chart is by far the most concerning. not in a ‘oh no he’s evil way’ but in a ‘oh my god how do you live like this’ way. someone please help him.

[vantetaes]

CHRISTMAS WISHING🫧🥂

OLD FLINGS! EREN X BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!! yn is back home for christmas and runs into an old fling.

WARNINGS!! family drama, cursing, pet names (ie; mama, ma, baby, princess), marijuana usage, alcohol mentions, hetero

you were never the biggest fan of coming back home on all of your mandated college breaks. from the packing, to moving all your boxes through the middle of winter, and even being in a car too long with your parents. you’d much rather stay in your off-campus apartment, drinking spiked hot chocolate with a joint tucked perfectly between your fingers. enjoying the feeling of the cool circulating air through your partially opened window, while the rest of your body is engulfed in a warm fleece throw blanket.

this year?

you’re sat at the dinner table, your family’s dinner table, picking at the mush of corn your grandmother helped make. small conversations filled the space, canceling out any private thoughts from the buzz. your mom and grandparents chatting about this past sundays church service and how mrs. mary anne was caught taking from the donations box in the office. apparently everyone already figured it was her and her husband mr. puckett. why were they still allowed?

your sister and brother were bickering, picking food off each others plate while the other whined. both in their twenties. and your dad held your youngest sibling, feeding the child small portions of mashed potato. your uncle mike sat on the far end with his wife, sarah, already drunk.

“♡︎, what’s on your mind over there, sweetheart?” your dad pipes up a little, wiping off the toddlers hands and face with his napkin.

“nothing, just miss school i guess.” your grandfather lets out a hardy chest laugh, some bits of food flying from his mouth. mike and sarah follow suit and release a string of cackles that would send chills up any normal person spine. nose scrunching up a little in disgust, you quirk your head to the side.

“what’s? funn-“ you begin to ask, placing your utensil down. your grandmother reaches over the food to place her hand on top of yours.

“well, now that you’re back for awhile, we can start doing church together! oh and you can help with the babies during bible study! im sure you wouldn’t mind, would you?” her eager eyes lit up as if she’d already planned your entire month stay. you gently replace your hand to be on top hers, giving her a small confused smile.

“i know ill be here for a month grandma, but i have plans already. did mom not say anything?” taking a look at the other woman who had her face buried in her wine glass. the older lady frowns a little before taking her hand back across the mahogany table. your dad pursed his lips, bouncing the baby on his leg.

“well. if you’re going to spend this entire trip hungover and high you should’ve stayed where you were at, honey.” your grandfather takes his wife’s shoulder before whispering something very quiet while you stare at the two. shock and confusion laced everyone face except the end of the table.

“im sorry. im just gonna clean this up.” she starts before your uncle cuts her off.

“no. you’re right, why are we just acting like this shit cool? she don’t come down here to see nobody for three years and now her ass too good to come to church with us?”

“mike that’s enough!” your mom stands from her seat, your dad cautiously puts his hand on the small of her back to prevent any tumbles. you bite down on your bottom lip, giving one last dry laugh before sliding yourself from under the table. without saying anything, you grab your purse and car keys, heading for the door.

the commotion behind you was a mix of your mom and her brother arguing, your dad and sarah trying to calm their crying baby, your grandparents praying, and utter confusion from your siblings. questioning why everyone was being rude to you.

you slip out the front door without much notice.

outside, snowflakes swirled like powdered sugar. you didn’t have a destination in mind, just the desire to breathe and escape.

the harsh winter air whips at your skin, drying out your lipgloss immediately and coursing chills through your thin cardigan.

“fuck this shit.” quickly sprinting through the walkway, avoiding the small surfaces of ice forming, you hop inside your white bmw with a baby pink interior. the low led lights illuminate the ground and twinkling stars bedazzled the roof.

the car that you bought yourself.

the engine starts and the heat comes rushing out. coating your skin in warmth. reversing out of the driveway, the tension of the house already being released.

driving through your old hometown felt strange—nostalgic but distant, like a song you used to love but hadn’t heard in years. the houses were decorated with twinkling lights, and the streets were quiet except for the occasional passing car.

the weather turned worse as you drove. the wind picked up, blowing snow into drifts across your windshield and the road. you gripped the wheel tighter, heart racing when the car skidded slightly on a patch of ice. the anxiety in your hands causing extreme sweat. you decided to pull over and figure out your next move.

you parked near a café in town, a place you used to frequent as a teenager. turning your car off and grabbing a jacket from the backseat. you were honestly shocked that it was still open, surprisingly. with this towns track record, apparently nothing sells besides alcohol and football, evident by the countless sports bars.

the warm glow of its lights inviting you in. you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself and stepped inside, shaking off the chill and fallen snow.

the bell above the door jingled slightly, and you were greeted by the scent of coffee and cinnamon. you barely had time to glance at the drinks and food items when your eyes landed on someone familiar sitting at the counter.

eren yaeger.

breath caught in your throat. he was leaning over a cup of fresh coffee, eyes focused on his phone screen, his dark hair falling into his face from the messy bun. he looked up when he heard the bell, and his green eyes locked onto yours.

“♡︎?” his voice was soft, almost disbelieving.

“eren,” you managed, pulse quickening. you hadn’t seen him in years, but he looked just like you remembered—maybe even better?

his soft pink lips, now red from the hot coffee. the acne that once dominated his cheeks, now gone. it looked like he did lash treatments too. he definitely looked better.

he stood and gestured toward the seat next to him.

“what are you doing out in this weather?” he asks a little concerned, wiping the wet spots off your shoulder, quickly retreating his hand.

“im sorry i didn’t mean to touch-“

“no no it’s fine.” you look over at the man, smiling.

“family dinner got… intense,” you admitted with a nervous laugh, leg starting to jump a little .

“what ‘bout you?”

“visiting my mom. thought i’d escape for a bit myself. whole fucking family’s a headache actually.” he takes another swig of his piping hot drink.

the two of you fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about old times. you felt your shoulders relax for the first time that evening.

“i always wondered what you were up to,” he said after a pause, his voice softer now, after just laughing until tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and the other two people in the space gave dirty looks.

“you just kind of… disappeared after high school.”

“life happened. went to school, got a job, haven’t really been able to call anyone honestly.” you replied, smiling faintly.

“yknow, i always wondered about you too.”

the conversation took on a deeper tone as the minutes ticked by. the snowstorm outside raged on, but either of you barely noticed. you couldn’t believe how easy it felt to talk to him, how natural it was to slip back into something that felt… familiar.

by the time the café’s owner announced they were closing early due to the weather, eren glanced out at the storm and turned back to you.

“doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon,” he said, lips pursed. “do you feel like taking a little detour? there’s a place i always used to go when i needed to clear my head. i think you’d like it. was gonna go after here anyways.”

you hesitated for a moment, eyes searching his face. there was something in his expression—an earnestness, a quiet hope—that made you nod.

“sure. why not?”

the two of you left the café together, the snow crunching beneath your feet as you made your way to his car. the drive was slow and careful, the storm painting the world in shades of white and gray. the only color coming from the flashing build boards about megachurches and the stop lights. you chatted as he navigated the back roads carefully.

“remember when connie’s ass got so fucking high and crashed his car in this ditch?” he points out a spot on the side of the road that now had a pole with reflective material wrapped around. you laugh, nodding and refocusing on the swirling snow swiping at the windshield.

“yeah, i swear to god everybody was a fucking mess in high school. couldn’t keep up.” you laugh.

“okay number 8.” he laughs, making a slight turn, going closer to the top of the mountain. you wore the same number every sport, every year.

“woooow! how the fuck did you remember that?” he shrugs his shoulders, finger pressed against his lips.

eventually, you pulled up to a small hill overlooking the town. eren parked, reaching for something in his glove box. you politely move your knees as he pulls out two preroll containers and a diamond encrusted lighter. he hands you one of the packed cones, before opening his door. he quickly makes his way around to your car door,opening it slowly. you step out, immediately shivering, the snow falling gently around you now. the view was breathtaking—the town below was lit up with christmas lights, and the storm was starting to let up, everything sparkling under the soft glow.

“this is beautiful.” you whispered, breath visible in the cold air.

“i used to come here all the time,” eren said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “it always felt like… everything made sense up here.”

“honestly im just jealous i didnt know about it first.”

you stood in silence for a moment, the quiet wrapping around like a blanket. then eren turned to you, a faint smile on his face.

“come here.” he places his joint in between his lips. you trudge through the slick matter, eyes never leaving erens. he uses his hand to block the wind from canoeing the joint. the flame illuminates his face in a warm light, the air gets caught in your throat as you watch the excessive smoke escape his mouth. without saying anything, he reaches around your hips, snaking his arm around you, pulling you closer.

“put it up.” without questioning, you put the joint in between your lips, the reapplied lipgloss helping hold it against your mouth. your eyes never leaving his deep green ones.

leaning forward, the tips of the two joints touch. yours igniting into a small flame while you puffed. he pulls away, removing his hand from you. saddened by the lack of touch, you bat your lashes up at him. he immediately takes notice how your eyes shimmered in the moons light, watching as the snowflakes make home on top of your freshly installed curls. he regains his mind and pulls you in again, this time tighter.

“you cold, mama?” nodding against him, you puff until your joint becomes to hot to hit. eren followed suit, taking both the numbs to stick them in the snow.

“they’re biodegradable.” he laughs once he notices you staring at him confused. checking his watch, his lips tight-lines.

“it’s almost midnight.” he says, eyes scanning yours to see the reaction you would give.

“i really don’t trust you to drive on these roads. no offense but i heard you moved to florida and ion think i trust you to drive back home.”

your eyes widen a little before scoffing jokingly. slightly shoving his shoulder, you cross your arms.

“first of all, i didn’t move to fucking florida. and okay what do you suggest?”

“my place isn’t far from here. you could stay. plus, my mom misses you so this’ll make her night.”

-

which would explain why you were now in a pair of erens sweatpants while rolling fresh cookie dough in between the plams of your hands. erens mom giggled as she realized the scoop she got didn’t have any chocolate chips.

“ha! look at this!” she laughs, holding up the dough to show you. you laugh with the brown haired woman, helping her remix the bowl while eren sat at the island, smiling at the two of you. a beer sat in his hand.

she cracks another egg into the mix, eyes on you as you use your hand to stir.

“see, ren she’s the perfect sous chef! why can’t you be more like this.” his mom bickered, going to wash her hands. after mixing, you walk to the sink, washing all the residue off.

“hey! i do what i need to do!” he battles back, taking a swig from the bottle.

“yeah like eating all the chocolate before it makes it in.” you dry your hands off with a paper towel laughing at the two.

“sounds about right. i remember in elementary he used to pick the pepperoni off his pizza AND im the sauce.” his mom gasps, pointing at her son.

“that’s why you always came home in a different shirt?!” she jokingly picks up a spatula, aiming it at him.

“honey i told you that when he’d come home smelling like spaghetti every other day!” you could hear erens dad pipe up from the couch.

"so, honey where you been this whole time? i swore it felt like that boy right there talked about you every day!" you glance at erens who's completely red in the face now, death staring his mom.

"mom! stop no i didn't!" his face grew tomato red.

"oh yes you did! every phone call back home." she chuckles

"awe you missed me soooo much!" you mocked, joining in on laughing with both his parents.

eren stands from his bar stool, eyes never leaving yours.

frowning at first, you didn’t understand what he was doing until you were rushed and thrown over his shoulder.

“she was my company first!” he exclaimed, running away as you slapped him on the back, hair dangling above your head.

“eren! put me down!” he rushes you through the house, bolting straight for his room.

he kicked open his bedroom door, a space that still had traces of his teenage years—old posters, shelves filled with books and knick-knacks, and a bed that looked as inviting as it did out of place for someone you hadn’t seen in years.

he gently set you down on the bed, his grin widening as you tried to catch your breath, cheeks flushed and hair slightly disheveled.

“eren jaeger,” you say, trying to sound serious but failing miserably, “this how you welcome me back?”

“what? don’t act you don’t like it.” he replied, leaning against the doorframe, his expression softening. “i’ve waited forever to have you here.”

you froze, heart skipping a beat at the way his gaze lingered on you, sincere and warm.

for a moment, the weather outside and the chaos of the day felt a million in the past. all that mattered was the way he looked at you—like the past and present had collided in a way neither of you had expected.

“you’re unbelievable.” you finally said, voice quieter now, your smile softer.

eren shrugged, his grin turning lopsided.

“maybe. but you’re not running away this time, are you?” he came into the room fully, closing the door behind him with a swift lock of the door. coming towards you with long strides. his much taller frame shadowing your body.

“no,” you admitted, your pulse racing. “i don’t think i am.” he’s standing over you, eyes piercing yours.

and just like that, the distance between you seemed to disappear entirely.

his warm lips press against yours, soft yet you could feel the hunger laced in his touch.

he hummed into the kiss, softly pushing you backwards into the black duvet. lips still connected, he began to untie the sweats.

“can i take you?”

-

"shit ma. yeah that's right take this dick baby"

"fuck- ‘ren!”

you lost track of how long you've been beneath him. and how many times you came. he doesn't fail to bring you back to, by snaking his strong hand around your waist, pulling you further up on his length.

"keep your eyes on me baby." he huffs out a shaky breath drawing your attention back on him and those deep lustful dark green eyes.

which brings you back to another blissful orgasm.

"eren!" you yelp out in pleasure "cant no more, please, please " hearing and seeing your fucked out under him state brings him over the edge more. core burning as his hips glide in and out of your swollen pussy. slick running down your ass as he tosses your legs over his shoulder.

"you tryna tap out already ma?" he groaned before pulling out only to slam back in before you could even form a sentence. he mocked your o-shaped mouth, laughing a little before taking his bottom lip between his teeth. the tip of his cock gently kisses your cervix, slow needy strokes sending you over the edge.

"shit shit, ohh my god fuck"

"im not done with you though baby, we gotta lot of catching up to do. you and i both know that." he laughed pulling your body closer to him. your faces were now so close. lips so far yet so damn close from one another.

shit, you couldn't think straight mind too hazy from everything.

"one more princess. gimme one more. you can do it, i know you can." he moaned.

"please, i need it." breath getting shaky and sharp god how could you resist? your warm pussy was sucking him in and it felt so damn good. he grabbed onto your hips harshly before flipping you on top of him.

now you were upright sitting pretty on top of eren. your beautiful soft brown skin glistening perfect in the moonlight and his red led lights. puffy perked up tits all swollen from being sucked and bit, even your pussy was all puffed up and swollen from getting brutally fucked.

"go ahead baby. take it." was all he said. your fresh set sat on his chest, mouth slightly agape, eyes flowing with tears, tits bouncing in a smooth repeated rhythm. he couldn’t think. the aura his lights gave you and the moon peeking through his large windows, you were beautiful. you clawed at his chest as you felt yourself coming closer to your own release.

"fuck, im so close, please don’t stop!" you moaned out lovingly. air full of breath as you felt the coil in your stomach turning.

"shit, me too baby. cum all over this dick baby, make a fucking mess." hearing him speak to you like that- you felt the warmth build until it became unbearable.

"fuck! fuck!" you both let out slutty moans in unison tension growing hotter by the second! your core finally gives out as you orgasm all over the man below you. judging by both your reactions, neither of you knew you were a squirter.

“oh, good fucking girl.” he fucked up into you, making sure you felt satisfied. he quickly lifts you off his member as thick white ropes cover both of you.

“let’s go take a shower.” he suggests, still under you, lips pressing to you exposed skin.

"i really missed you ren.." you muttered lowly before collapsing onto his hard chest while slowly drifting off.

“i missed you too princess.”

{not proofread}

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"Once Upon A Dream"

Benedict Bridgerton x Original Female Character.

Summary: In the glittering world of high society, Belle Cowper has always stood in the shadow of her sister, Cressida—until an unexpected encounter with her nemesis, Benedict Bridgerton, sparks a desire to defy her family's expectations. As the Masquerade Ball approaches, Belle dares to embrace her boldness and seize the freedom she's always longed for.

word count: 4.9k

N/A: hi lol, idk if i should do a second part... lmk if you'd like me to<3

Being the youngest Cowper daughter has certainly more downsides than perks. Was it because of their parents’ lack of humbleness? Their Dad’s thirst for money or Mother’s thirst for success? Probably, but there was a big one on top of Belle’s list on disadvantages, which was having Cressida as an older sister. Naturally the attention wouldn’t go to the second daughter, but having a mean and sharped tongued sibling as a reference didn’t help either. Belle was raised to wait for the spotlight, yet the waiting didn’t stop even after years of her sister debuting in society. She observed as things happened from the outside, talking only when needed, and hiding under her sister’s shadow. Given the predicament Cressida had to endure, by the threat of the Cowper’s downfall, Belle didn’t complain as much for being left behind. The weight of having to marry this season no matter the cost wasn’t hers, and if that meant having to wear the dullest dresses, the same tight bun, and not attracting suitors to overshadow their purpose she had no choice but to comply. It didn’t make it easier though, loneliness can be one of your worst enemies if found in the wrong person. 

Apart from not being forced to marry as soon as possible, there were a few advantages of being the neglected daughter. For instance, today, at this hot air balloon event, Belle was allowed to sneak out. Araminta too busy bad mouthing with other ladies to notice, and Cressida probably walking around trying to catch Lord Debling’s attention along with Eloise Bridgerton. She took the chance to wander around the different tents surrounding the event, casually colliding with the presentation of the balloon’s engineer. Hidden in a corner inside the tent, she listened attentively for the first part of it. That until the presence of a hurried man distracted her, making her frown and mentally curse at the sight of Benedict Bridgerton. 

“Would you mind not making a fuss? Some of us are actually trying to hear.” Belle said, not in a friendly way. The man turned, taking notice in the owner of the snarky comment, but instead of being annoyed by it he let out a mischievous smirk. 

“Miss Cowper, my deepest apologies.” Benedict charismatically put on a hand on his chest, exuding sarcasm from every fiber. “I didn’t know you were capable of taking interest in...” 

“Engineering.” She completed for him, crossing her arms in annoyance. “Something you wouldn’t be able to tell since you entered here... let me guess, is it running from Mama’s or their daughters?”  

“Both.” He admitted, shamelessly. Belle let out an amused scoff, while denying with her head. 

The fact that she was a lonely person didn’t mean Belle was a quiet one. Growing up with Cressida does thing to one’s character, and when given the chance, she wasn’t backing up from speaking her mind. Specifically, with the family that has indirectly tormented hers ever since she can remember: the Bridgerton’s. It wasn’t her parents’ constant dragging that made her feel resent towards them, she formed her own opinion as soon as she gained consciousness of the intricacy of society. She was mature enough to admit it was envy, not because of their money or position, but their perfectly family dynamic and how they managed to be victorious over any difficulty they face. Now, Eloise was a different case, for now she was allowed to be Cressida’s friend, she still gained Belle’s regards for not falling into bad mouthing of other people, and actually acknowledging her existence. At least enough for her to greet each time they saw each other. But the man in front of her, now, was a personal matter. He was also the second son, but in exchange, he had everything she ever wished for; freedom. So, the only way she had to let out her frustration, was to make obvious her aversion towards him. 

“You really do owe no heart, Mr. Bridgerton.” She said on a lower tone, as the presentation still took place behind them. “We all know you adore engaging in clandestine relations with God only knows who, but now you are creating hopes on debutantes? That is extremely low, even coming from you.” While hearing her depicting answer, Benedict’s demeanor faltered for a second, for her words caused something within him. 

“As you seem so invested in my personal life, here’s an update: I have never shown interest in courtship with any lady. I was merely being polite; the problem was they assumed my intentions.” He answered cooly, throwing away how she did hit a nerve. 

 “And who is this poor lady, you say?” She skeptically asked.  

“Miss Lowell.” By the answer, Belle lout out a mocking chuckle. 

“Very well, you have a point. Perhaps she wasn’t aware of your... precedence.” With the tone of the last word, Benedict’s limit reached a certain point. 

“Does something about me bother you, Miss Cowper? Or does your tight bun affect your brain like it does to your sister?” He quivered back, knowing the question would get to her. 

“I, in exchange for half of the ton, dismiss your charming image.” She spoke, in a more serious tone. “My “tight” bun doesn’t allow me to fathom the idea of someone thinking of you as an eligible suitor. Especially when you are a second son, who quit the Art Academy and also goes from flower to flower like a desperate bee.” The man opened his mouth in shock for a second, as each syllable managed to make him boil in the inside. 

“You know what, Miss Cowper?” He threated, as he stepped close to her. “I see it now, you are jealous. I am not the one hiding in corners, living by my annoying sister’s shadow without anyone to care about me. At least people considered me eligible, contrary to you. And I don’t even take interest on it, as I don’t desperately desire to marry.” Once those harsh words were out, there was no turn back. Usually, he let slide most of Belle remarks at events like these. Sometimes he even expected them, but this time, she crossed a line and so did he.  

Benedict didn’t take the weight of his words until he caught on the girl visibly gulping and shutting down, making him instantly letting things get this far. He opened his mouth immediately to apologize, but was interrupted by the clapping celebrating the end of the presentation that still happened. He distractedly turned, and when searching back for Belle, she was nowhere to be seen. After many minutes of walking around trying to get a glimpse of her, he failed. Unbeknownst to everyone, the girl was kneeling behind a tent while crying unconsolably. She didn’t blame him, for apart of him just spitting facts and answering to what she provoked, he still had no idea of the reality behind the Cowper Household. The season gets to a point where she can’t stand feeling alone and purposeless. Cressida was more unbearable than ever, even when she had a friend. What about her? Always in her lane, always pleasing everyone but herself. She was tired of counting days until she was free to seek suitors, friends, and show herself without being accused of overshadowing her protagonist sister. Belle has gaslighted her like this her whole life, and once again, it calmed her down enough to stand up again.  

As she walked back to where the balloon was being displaced, she expected the spectacle to had started by then, but found a shocking scene instead. The balloon swayed violently in the wind, ropes straining as men fought to keep it grounded. Belle watched, her heart pounding as the balloon threatened to break free. The crowd gasped, hands flying to mouths, and Benedict was right in the middle of the chaos, his muscles taut as he pulled against the wind. For a second, forgotten was their previous encounter as she took in his bravery, and how good he looked pulling from the rope. Belle had to acknowledge there was a good reason for him being so desired, at least the physical part of it. After tense seconds of struggle, she got out of her trance as everyone managed to control the balloon as it safely landed, ending on a celebration from the ton. 

“Isabelle Ariadne Cowper!” Her mother called. “Where in heavens were you? Your sister almost gets injured!” 

“What does that have to do with me, Mama?” She asks back, annoyed by the whole situation. Araminta frowned, curious of the nature of her attitude, but soon enough her eyes moved back to Cressida. 

“Oh, thank the lord. It seems Lord Debling is assisting her.” She smirked, making Belle scoff in disbelief, as she took in the aftermath of the incident. Males involved in pulling the ropes were surrounded by swooning ladies, Benedict of course being amongst them. When her eyes caught on him, he was already staring at her with regret written all over his face as she just eyed back with a weary expression. 

“I will wait in the carriage.” Belle said, knowing her Mama wouldn’t mind her absence once again. 

As Benedict finally freed himself from his fan club, he was late again to find a glimpse of Belle. Sighing in frustration he came back to his family, as everyone made their way towards the carriages. As usual he stood next to Eloise, who kept on teasing him because of his heroic stance and falling into unwanted ladies' attention. 

“Speaking of unwanted attention, I can’t help to wonder how does your friendship with Cressida work?” He mocked back. “I am surprised you’ve endured her this much.” 

“She isn’t as difficult as one may think, you know.” Eloise began. “It’s different with me, and by talking to her I’ve learned she endures a different kind of pressure.” 

“Doesn’t half of the ton go through marriage pressure?” He asked back, skeptic. 

“It’s not just marriage, it’s her family. If she doesn’t marry well by the end of the season, the Cowper’s are most likely to be out of the ton. Cressida told me that even her sister wasn’t allowed to have suitors or friends in order to not take the spotlight.” At the mention of Belle, Benedict’s expression turned from teasing to a more serious one. 

“She isn’t?” He asked in disbelief, his sister nodding in response. 

“I, for once assumed she hated suitors and marriage mart as much as I do. But after seeing it up close, it’s clear Belle has been secluded for the sake of her sister’s success.” Eloise sight in sympathy, as she crossed her arms. “I wonder what kind of challenges they face behind the walls of their household.”  

Benedict’s heart clenched at the thought of it. He always assumed Belle was purposefully a wallflower, hiding behind Cressida. After hearing the truth, the guilt from his previous words towards her increased. As they got in their carriages and went back home, his mind began to slowly connect the dots. Of course, she was always alone and apart in different corners, judged by her sister’s precedence. The slightest hint of attention she received was to be tossed away, for Cressida was to be the one catching people’s eyes instead of her. He gets it now, why each time Belle can, takes it against him, a man who represented everything she couldn’t have. Benedict thought on how Eloise gave Cressida a chance, and he thought that perhaps, he could give Belle one as well. 

Two days later, the balloon incident was long forgotten and the Cowper household already prepared for the next event; the Bridgerton’s Masquerade ball. Belle was locked in her room like most of the time, busy cutting some of Cressida’s old dresses to create her own, as she had none. Araminta chose to cut off Belle’s count in the modiste’s, with the excuse of her sister using the credit and having more chances of eliciting a proposal from Lord Debling. In all honesty, she didn’t mind. It gave her an excuse to dig into her interest, and also made her avoid going to the modiste’s. Or so she thought, before her mother forced her to fetch her sister’s clothing. 

“But the dress is not even mine.” She complained. 

“Take it as a contribution, Isabelle.” Cressida smirked. “After all, it is my sacrifice for our family. Don’t tell me I need to remind it’s your life being potentially saved as well?” Belle rolled her eyes, knowing she was defeated by the irrevocable excuse. 

Along with her trusting Lady’s maid Fiona, she made her way towards the modiste. It wasn’t like she hated the place, but it was a reminder of all the dresses she couldn’t have or even the fabrics she couldn’t sew. Still, Madame Delacroix never failed to be extremely kind towards her. Funnily enough, all but people from the ton noticed her struggle. After fetching the dress, she walked around deciding what to do next. The least she could do is using this occasion to her advantage, so after calling off Fiona to fetch other things, she sat at a hidden corner of Gunther’s tea shop to draw a few dress sketches and drink tea. 

“Isabelle, is it you?” After hearing her name, she turned and surprisingly found Eloise was the one to call her, accompanied by her own Lady’s maid, seemingly buying catering things for their upcoming ball. She smiled awkwardly, not used to being approached by people. 

“Hello. You can call me Belle.” She nervously chuckled, as her full name only reminded her of being nagged by her family. 

“Oh, sure, Belle.” She chuckled back. “How are you doing?” 

“I am well, thanks. Taking away Cressida’s dress, I imagine you expected her to be here.”  

“No, actually. She told me she’d be missing until the Masquerade ball at my home. I just saw you and thought of saying hi.” Eloise nervously said, taking in how weirded out she seemed. “Well, I guess we will see each other then.” 

“Sure.” When noticing her intentions were just friendly, she figured out she could be friendly back. “Are you heading out soon? You can sit with me; I ordered too much biscuits anyway.” 

“You know what? I accept.” The girl sat. “I was going to join Benedict later, but who in its five senses want to spend time in the bank?” Belle’s smile faltered when hearing his name, but hid it very well. 

“No one.” She agreed. 

Initially it was a bit odd interacting with her without Cressida’s presence, but they soon learned that they had some common ground. Belle might not be as passionate about books as Eloise, yet still shared plenty of opinions towards society matters. It wasn’t hard for the Bridgerton girl to notice how refreshingly different she was from her sister. After countless minutes of conversation, Benedict walked into the tea shop looking for her, and he was taken aback after seeing Belle deeply engaged with her. 

“Oh! Nice to see you are back, brother.” Eloise took no time in spotting him. 

“Uhm, yes. Your maid said something about the bookstore closing soon, I think?” He tilted his head, making the girl gasp in horror. 

“My books! I’m so sorry Belle, I forgot. We can continue talking at the Masquerade ball! Benedict, you stay here. The biscuits Mama asked for are yet to be ready. I must make haste.” She hurriedly said, not giving the girl time to even answer or react properly. Soon enough, they were left alone. 

“I shall be leaving as well.” Belle quickly took her notebook and stood up. 

“Miss Cowper,” He began, stepping in her way “I was expecting to talk to you after... the balloon incident.” 

“There is nothing to be said, Mr. Bridgerton.” She answered with a neutral tone. “I don’t hold anything against you, if that’s your concern.” 

“No, there is, because-” Benedict stopped himself as he stared around, noting it wasn’t the best space to talk before people take in their interaction. “Do you mind going somewhere more private?” She considered it, given the fact that if her family managed to find out she would be dead by the morning for being seen with a man in public. She nodded, and after taking her things they moved towards the back of the store where no one was around. He took no time on speaking again. “I am deeply regretful of how I treated you.” 

“I had it coming, I wasn’t the nicest person in the world either.” She said back, making him frown. 

“But you don’t deserve such treatment, no one does. Even if your words were hurtful, I should have known better.” Benedict’s words took her aback, not used to people being considered towards her feelings. She cleared her throat as she nervously moved on her feet. 

“In that case, I appreciate your apologies, even if not needed. Perhaps, I shall be sorry as well.” Her eyes wandered everywhere to not meet his. 

“For which charge?” He asked with a smile, trying to lift the mood. “Calling me out on my libertine encounters, or my lack of compromise when deciding what to do with my life?” If Belle wasn’t nervous before, she indeed was now. 

“Both.” She expressed with her lips pressed. “Though I don’t regret the first one.” Benedict deliberately laughed at that comment. 

“Fair enough Miss Cowper, I’ll take it.” He grinned. “I do take back my remarks against you, for now I find myself rather intrigued by your persona instead.” 

“Intrigued?” Belle chuckled in disbelief. “What could be intriguing about me?” 

“Well, not so many have the will to call on me the way you did that day. I misjudged your quiet presence, and find myself wondering if there is more to those witty comments.” He said, expecting a reaction, but heard a person softly clearing her throat behind them. It was Belle’s maid. 

“I must leave.” She said, nodding at Fiona. 

“It appears so.” He said, looking back at her. “But think of my words Miss Cowper, I know there is more to you and I bet good things can come from it. Perhaps getting out of your shell can be a starter.” 

“My context doesn’t allow it.” She slowly walked towards the servant. 

“I may seem like a libertine rake, but trust me, when you have a taste of freedom you will thank me.” He lifted his tone. “Remember, you can be bold and still not surpass the limits of proper.” Belle gave him one last look and walked far from him, though his words still resounded in her brain. 

When getting back to the safeness of her bedroom, Belle stare at her unfinished dress and thought of the man’s words. She knew she wished nothing but to be as rebellious as him, but her circumstances were different. Perhaps... she could be bold in a smooth way. For starters, she stared at her reflection and paid attention to the tight bun she got to hate, freeing it with one swift movement. Then, the hidden design in her notebook caught her attention and the idea finally stroke her brain. A Masquerade ball was good to get a taste of freedom. So, for the following two days, she worked day and night on her dress. Even Cressida noted her absence, used to Belle being there for her fittings to take note on how she should not look. 

“Isabelle?” She asked, entering her room unannounced, her sister nowhere to be found. “She is probably spending time with that annoying maid of hers.” She muttered to herself as she walked around. Near Belle’s bed, there was a stray sheet of paper she didn’t doubt to collect, and by doing so, she noticed a hidden dress below. It was a gorgeous pink customed made dress, pretty enough to outshine everyone at the ball. “For me? Ah, dear sister, you shouldn’t have.” She smirked while hugging it. 

“Cressida.” Belle called sternly from the door. “That is not yours.” 

“Oh, is it yours then? Are you planning on using it and stealing the spotlight? Hijacking my chances of finally making Lord Debling ask for my hand?” A classic manipulation tactic. 

“You have yours! I picked it up from the modiste myself!” She insisted. 

“Ah, that one can be used for the next event. But this one, will steal glances.” Cressida softly traced the fabrics of it. 

“Then what will I wear? The ball is tomorrow.” Belle tried reasoning, but it wouldn't work. Not with her. 

“Is it?” Cressida fake pouted, putting a hypocrite hand on her shoulder. “I guess you won’t be able to attend then, Isabelle.” She let an evil chuckle. “Now that you have free time, why don’t you go to the modiste? And find me a mask that goes along with my new dress.” 

Belle’s eyes watered with rage as Cressida left the room with her clothes. She felt so dumb, for even trying to do something different. If it wasn’t her sister, probably her parents would have found a way to ruin this for her. Angrily, she reunited all of her designs and tossed them to the chimney, waiting to be incinerated when the night came. It took all her willpower to not explode, but soon the anger turned into sadness making her take one step back from her impulsive thoughts. She was hopeless. 

“Miss?” Fiona softly called, entering the room and knowing exactly what happened. 

“Yes?” She turned, while cleaning the single tear on her face. 

“Do you need anything?” Belle let out a defeated sigh. 

“A long walk to the modiste.” Fiona nodded, loyally accompanying her. Both were quiet all the way there, the first noise in many minutes being the bell on Madame Delacroix’s store. 

“Bonsour, Miss Cowper. Is there something wrong with your sister’s dress?” The Lady with the thick accent asked. 

“No.” Belle answered, without being able to hide her demeanor. “I wonder if you have a pink mask with beads around?”  

“Sure, wait for me here. Perhaps your maid can help?” Fiona nodded without a doubt, and they both disappeared behind the counter as Belle walked around. When they came back, both shared an indecipherable expression on their faces. “It must be a pretty dress the one you have, to be searching for this mask.” 

“Had.” She corrected bitterly. “I can’t have pretty things so it was taken away from me.” Madame Delacroix gave a sympathetic smile as she stepped behind the counter. 

“Whoever took it from you feels threatened, probably knows the second you bloom all eyes will turn to you.” Belle chuckled. 

“Maybe, but tomorrow it’s not that day.” Fiona shared an evil smile with the modiste, making the girl suspect of them. 

“The other day, Miss Belle, something fell off from your belongings.” The woman gave Belle an old piece of paper she recognized as her most precious design. Her eyes lightened immediately. 

“My dress! Good God, I’ve been looking everywhere for it.” A genuine smile spread on her face. “I tried to recreate it so many times but it was never like this one. Thank you for keeping it.” 

“Thank you for inspiring me.” Delacroix smirked. “You have got a special talent Miss, and a little bird told me you are as equally as good to create them.” She stared at Fiona. 

“Ah, I do what I can with what I got.” She dismissed, but when taking in the woman’s words, she turned back at her. “Wait, what do you mean by inspiring you?” Without saying a word, the modiste walked to a curtain and opened it, revealing Belle’s design of her dreams put to reality. The girl gasped as she slowly walked to it, her eyes never shone as bright as now. “Madame, this is gorgeous...” She breathlessly said. 

“It’s yours.” Belle quickly turned at her and chuckled nervously. 

“What do you mean by mine?” Fiona suppressed a laugh at her miss's reaction. 

“Well, I made it for you. Technically, you made it for yourself.” She explained, signing Belle to walk closer to it.  

“But I can’t afford it, and how will I even hide it from my family? There is no way-” Her Lady’s maid interrupted. 

“Miss, you deserve this.” Fiona held her hands. “You deserve this night.” 

“And we already have half a plan created for this. The payment is no matter, as long as you keep sharing those designs with me. As for the ball, tomorrow you will sneak here and prepare to go.” 

“I am speechless.” Belle said as she stared at the modiste and squeezed the maid’s hands. “But deeply grateful.” 

“You went through enough with your sister’s antics. It is time for you to be you genuinely, at least for the night. Now go home and plan for tomorrow, because it is your big day.” Delacroix stated, and this time the girl agreed without doubt. 

* 

Unlike most of balls, Benedict was genuinely expecting the Masquerade ball his mother planned. He wore one of his most elegant pieces and a dark mask compelling to the theme. As he walked along his family through the guests they stole many glances, because even with their masks on, it was impossible to not recognize a Bridgerton.  

After settling on a corner while everyone kept on getting to the ballroom, Cressida made her appearance and everyone froze at the sight of her dress. Even Benedict found the attire oddly different for her, yet beautiful. The girl, with a smug smile, took no time on getting near to literally fetch her sister away. 

“Guess the dress made its job.” She said as a greet. 

“Indeed.” Eloise agreed. “Did Madame Delacroix do it?” 

“Oh, no. It’s from an undiscovered designer.” She lifted her brows with airs of superiority. 

“I see. Well, what about your Mama, is she with your sister?” Eloise asked, and Benedict thanked on her insides because he didn’t have the guts to do so. 

“My mother is with Miss Lowell, and poor little Isabelle was feeling under the weather tonight. Her absence is not missed anyway.” Benedict was amused, as the girl didn’t even hide her arrogance. He would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed towards the girl’s not attendance, and quickly drifted away from their conversation as there was no point getting involved in it. As he took the ambiance of the ballroom trying to see a friendly face, his eyes met a person who was already staring at him. The sight was to be put in a museum; her blue dress with glittery details had a pattern no one had seen before, and her long hair cascaded down her shoulders with such grace no one could imitate. Before even realizing his body naturally moved towards the mystery girl he couldn’t recognize because of the mask, but the second she smiled at him Benedict knew he was already sold to it. When near enough to hear her, his gut tried to tell him something about this gorgeous girl. 

“Is it me, or haven’t we met before?” He asks while tilting his head, owned by mere curiousness. “If we haven’t that needs to be fixed at this instant.” The man added, with his characteristic lopsided grin. 

“We have, but the context is so different it is like we are meeting all over again.” Benedict’s smile widened when recognizing it was Belle’s voice, making him take a second to stare up and down at her impeccable appearance adorned by the most charming smile he ever saw. The blue she wore that night was definitely becoming her favorite color. 

“Them I’m pleased to introduce myself, my Lady.” He softly grabbed her gloved hand and kissed it while making eye contact. “Benedict Bridgerton at your service.” 

“Tell me, Mr. Bridgerton. How can a lady have fun in this night? I’m afraid I’m new to the intricacies of a Masquerade ball.” She asked with a smile, trying to calm herself from his touch. 

“Ah, you’ve met the indicated for that. For starters, you must allow me your first dance.” He said, without letting go of her hand. Belle nodded, and didn’t miss a second by softly leading her to the dancefloor. 

“Were you expecting seeing someone in particular tonight?” She asked, as they began softly moving. 

“Well,” Benedict began, while securing his grip on her waist. “I was expecting for a certain lady to show, but her sister mentioned something about her being under the weather.” Belle chuckled, of course Cressida would say so. 

“Poor lady, if only she had sneaked out in a secret dance, she would be enjoying being bold without surpassing the limits of proper.” She quoted, making him smirk. “And, dancing with one of the most desire gentleman of the ton.” After hearing that, in one swift movement Benedict changed his grip from her hip to her back. 

“Careful there, Miss.” He softly said as they twirled. “You here with that dress and attitude, make me feel things that don’t address me as a gentleman.” 

She let out a nervous chuckle as they swirled around the ballroom, all eyes on the mysterious woman who got Benedict Bridgerton, the Eternal Bachelor, finally dancing with someone who wasn’t his family. And Belle? Enjoying not having a name, defying her family’s pressure, dancing with someone she genuinely wanted to dance. She wishes the night would never end, but she knew very well she had an expiration date. 

[asvterias]

𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 ~ 𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺

summer masterlist || clarisse’s version || robyn’s version

warnings: just minor cursing!!

pairings: summer dacosta ✘ black!fem!reader

genres: very clingy!summer x very!clingy!reader, kinda naive!reader, smitten!summer, wholesome fluff between summer’s family & reader, chaotic family goals, summer’s sister is named after months (idek 🤷🏾‍♀️), reader is considered a sister/daughter-in-law by summer’s close family, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y’ALL 🤞🏾😘), mentions of marrying, summer is VERY DOWN for reader

summary: in which, spending the christmas holiday with your girlfriend’s family takes a surprising outcome.

word count: 2.7k+

tag list: @xanasaurusrex @star-girl69 @nvirskies @thegiganticgirlkisser @novastarrs @karslyn @yourmom-25s-blog @matchmalonee @missingaevelynhugo @symp4nat @marvel8169 @lyzsaphrodite @babyzzlove @shark1008 @rztaros@ocaeies @oceean @onxlyficcharacter @glwmcres

author’s note: i didn’t know which character to write it for so decided to do both alternate versions.

Song Playing — Margaret by Lana Del Rey (just the main chorus is used)

‘Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Visiting your girlfriend’s family for Christmas was an occasion you dearly anticipated. It was great reuniting with her family for the holidays and relaxing from the stress of school.

Summer’s parents were Charlotte and Jamal Dacosta, who were married for 30 years and wonderfully nurtured an all-girls family. Her parents had three younger daughters, assuming they were triplets, named April, May, and June, now 13 years old.

Right now, they had just gone errand shopping, leaving you and Summer alone in the house, and wouldn’t be back until a few hours later. Deciding to take advantage of your alone time, you two made it quite worthwhile, firstly unpacking your suitcases. Every moment spent together was precious and memorable so you made every time unforgettable.

When you know, you know

When you know, you know

Soon after, you two did each other’s hair, wore matching clothes, horribly danced and sang, watched your favorite movies, cooked lunch together, and made out all in the span of five hours.

By evening, her family reached home, hands filled with Christmas-related supplies, some being groceries. Guess they also did some last-minute grocery shopping as well. While everyone was decorating the Christmas tree, all humming along to Christmas songs and dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, including you. Summer’s parents never singled you out, you were their eldest daughter’s girlfriend, a huge reason why Summer’s smile brightened immensely for the past 2 years. You felt grateful to be a part of such a loving family, and they never let you forget it. Her siblings admired you, especially June, the youngest one, she was very shy, unlike her older siblings who were all brazen and outgoing. June loved the attention you gave her, aware she was your favorite sister.

Later that same day, the Dacosta family was arguing over which Christmas movie to watch, many voices overlapping with different opinions in mind.

“Y/N should choose, she’s our guest.” Jamal bargained with his daughters.

“Yeah, Dad, because all of our guests basically live here and are dating Summer.” April sarcastically replies.

“Young lady, you better watch that tone!” Her dad, Jamal warns.

“Hey, don’t be an asshole,” June shouts at April.

“Language, June!” Charlotte chastises her youngest daughter with a firm look.

“Did I lie?! Exactly, I never lie.” April taunts.

It kinda makes me laugh, runnin’ down that path

When you’re good as gold

“Y/N’s basically our sister-in-law at this point, we don’t have to sugarcoat it anymore.” May points out. “Or did I only see Summer’s pinboard with all things wedding-related, alongside a picture of her and Y/N?”

“Shut up, you little snitch,” Summer flings the mixing spoon in May’s direction, “What the hell were you even doing in my room?”

“Ummm we’re siblings, I needed some jewelry and I politely took some without your knowledge, it’s not a crime...”

“Yeah, it is a crime,” April chimes in, crossing her arms, “It’s called stealing,”

“And you’re suddenly lacking jewelry?!”

“Ehh not really,” May shrugged nonchalantly, “You weren’t home so the opportunity kinda raised itself.”

“But I locked the door!”

“And I opened the door with a bobby pin, it’s not rocket science!”

“Mom!” Summer yelled, resorting immediately to discipline, “Aren’t you gonna say something to them? This is a complete invasion of my privacy!”

Charlotte looks at the triplets, “Girls, it was very wrong to sneak and snoop through your sister’s room.”

“Me! I never participated in such activities,” April defends herself, “That was all May and June.”

“June, you were in on too?”

“Like I said I got bored and called June,” May grinned.

“June!” Summer shouts betrayed at her youngest sister.

“Sorry, May was very convincing.” June murmurs, too ashamed, avoiding making eye contact with her eldest sister, “Besides, I think the pinboard was very lovely. Are you guys really getting married to each other or is Summer just manifesting?”

“The truth comes out once and for all,” April laughs, eating the spare marshmallows.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you’re old, you’re old

“Shut up April!” Your girlfriend yells at her sister.

“Don’t tell April to shut up!” May exclaims.

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“But Y/N can!” May concluded and turned to you, “Y/N shut Summer up! She’s puppy-dog whipped for you, we all know it!”

“See the kind of family you’re marrying into, Y/N, enjoy it while it lasts.” April teases you, nudging your side slightly.

You paid no attention to April’s comment, eyes glued on Summer as she consistently argued with her sisters. Everything was hectic right now, and your reaction towards it certainly wasn’t helping anyone, especially your girlfriend.

“What is she talking about?” You turned to your girlfriend, watching her shoulders tense up as she awkwardly shuffled on her feet.

“Nothing important,” Summer dismissed with a wave of her hand.

“Nothing important,” May mocks her eldest sister, “You basically planned the rest of your lives together, I wouldn’t classify that as nothing.”

“I’m gonna literally kill you,” Summer fiercely glares at May, “Mark my words!”

“Wow, I’m so scared,” May rolls her eyes.

“Imma show you scared, alright,” Summer began to venture towards May but her father’s reflexes were quicker, and grabbed his daughter. Jamal keeps his grip strong, stopping Summer’s actions of attacking her younger sister.

“How about we all go bake some cookies to settle down?” Jamal suggested, still holding his eldest daughter, waiting for her to calm down. May stuck her tongue out, spurring Summer’s annoyance, who struggled to escape her father’s strong grip.

“That’s a good idea!” Charlotte agrees, clapping her hands.

Summer’s parents made all of you settle into the kitchen, tasking each sibling with various tasks of baking gingerbread cookies. Luckily, you were given the easiest job, icing them after they cooled down whilst Summer made the hot cocoa. For the rest of the night, Summer and May were distanced furthest away from each other, hesitant if another sibling fight was to break out.

Your girlfriend’s irritation at her sister simmered down at the sight of you. Keeping her close to you made her mind hazy, forgetting all about the earlier argument and focusing all her affection on you. Being clingy with each other, Summer hugged you from behind, kissing your neck as you giggled at her actions, miserably failing to put the icing on the gingerbread cookies.

Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring

The soul that you bring to the table

“Stop doing that, babe.” You squirm from her kisses, an easygoing smile evident on your lips. “I don’t wanna mess up the gingerbread cookies,”

“Why should I? You clearly love it.”

Her hands wander onto the inside of your pajama shirt, lingering her soft touch across your stomach, kneading at the flesh. Your girlfriend stares at you, viewing your side profile, observing your cute mimics, and admiring your beautiful melanin skin.

“I do, but the gingerbread cookies—“

“Will be fine besides everything you do is perfect,”

“So will you let me focus?!”

You thought so; it was worth a try.

“Nope.” she squeezed your waist tighter, resting her head against the back of your shirt, “Just pretend that I’m not here.”

“That’s quite impossible, I could never fathom you not being here.” She presses light kisses on your shoulders as her curly hair tickles your neck, giving you tiny goosebumps.

“Stop being sappy, that’s my job!”

“Never!”

One that makes me sing

In a minor key

She gently pecks your lips, and feeds you a marshmallow, both smiling in contentment at each other’s presence.

To end the night off, her parents stuck to their created tradition. It was a tradition in the Dacosta household to watch Christmas movies every night in December, to keep the winter season alive. You thought it was cute, and instantly adored the little family tactic. Summer didn’t mind her family’s tradition, quite accustomed to it from a toddler, and now since you were dating, no complaints left her mouth. As long as you were beside her, or holding her, she slept like a baby, comforted in your arms.

Eventually, on Christmas Day, extended family is invited over and that hassle is settled down again with the same method.

After hours of incoherent curses and overlapping yelling, the classical ‘Home Alone’ movie was finalized and everyone was huddled up on couches in the living room. Her siblings took the bigger couch, sitting directly in front of the television whilst you and Summer sat on the right couch, partially facing the television and her parents sat opposite.

The lights were dim, giving the room a much cooler vibe to drift asleep in. Munching down on cookies and drinking hot chocolate as you snuggled up with Summer with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two.

“I wish we could be like this forever,” she whispers in your ear.

“Me too.”

There were some beats of silence, canceling out the movie sound effects as you remembered the huge sibling dispute, regarding the topic of marriage, and Summer wanting to be your future wife.

That innuendo May had teased you about clawed at your mind and made you anything but curious. Since it stemmed from a whole argument from Summer, this discussion wasn’t a light topic to handle, but you wanted answers! You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Hopefully, there aren’t limited answers to the questions you desire to ask, which will leave you irritated. You want the whole truth, not the half or a quarter, you just want the full truth and if your girlfriend knows what’s best for her, she’ll be completely honest with you.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

Certainly, you misheard what your girlfriend’s sister had so brazenly said to you. Summer wanted to marry you, sure it was a little stretch, you’ve been dating for 2 years now, so you didn’t think that thought would cross her mind. It didn’t even cross your mind. Never mind, that was a fucking lie, seeing as your Pinterest board is mostly dedicated to wedding-related content but you kept that private. Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong, apparently, that thought had crossed her mind, and it remained there.

So asking the question couldn’t hurt, right? Not that it was a complicated question which depends on your girlfriend’s response. Or maybe confirming your assumptions would end your overthinking once and for all.

“Hey, babe.” you look up at her.

And when you’re old, you’re old

Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring

“Mhmmm…” her attention no longer directed on the movie, peers down at you.

“About May’s earlier statement, is that true?”

At first, she stayed silent, contemplating her upcoming words. She exhaled slowly, nodding gently, and whispered back, “Yeah, it’s true.”

Your eyes sparkle in astonishment, “Really? You want to marry me?”

“I’d be crazy not to…and I know that might be moving too fast but I’ve never been so certain about anything else in my life..well besides dating you. You’re my absolute dream girl and someday I wanna make you my wife.”

You giggle, hiding away your flustered face, “But I don’t understand, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was kinda embarrassed,” she sheepishly admits, “Scared kinda.”

“Scared?!” You shake your head. “You?! The most confident girl I know was too scared to tell me this?!”

That soul that you bring to the table

One that makes me sing

“I was scared of your reaction; that you’d possibly freak out thinking I’m moving too fast in this relationship and end it all.”

“You’d really think I would break up with you over a future reference?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow, “It’s not a crime to think about those things, even I thought about our marriage from time to time.”

Summer stared at you, shell-shocked as she stammered on her words, “You thought about it too?” Like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Of course, I did.” You reassured her, bringing your interlocked hands to your chest, and squeezing her hands tightly.

“No bullshitting, right?”

“No bullshitting whatsoever.”

All Summer did was flash you a toothy grin and briefly peck your lips.

“Guess what, then?”

“What?” She bites her lower lip, brown eyes glowering at you.

“I wanna marry you too.” You stated.

“Why not we get—“

“Ehh Hey!! Lovebirds!” May whisper-shouts interrupt your lovey-dovey bubble.

“What?” Summer grew agitated by her sister’s interruption.

“Keep it down! Some of us are trying to watch the movie.”

“Mind your own business then!” she rolls her eyes at her sister, throwing a pillow towards May.

“You’re really a fool in love,” You chuckle.

“Only a fool for you, I promise you that.”

“You’re a lovesick fool regardless.”

In a minor key

Diamond on your ring

This time she shifts her full attention onto you, eyes sparkling in admiration as a warm smile appears on her face, “Now, my darling wife, where were we?”

“Oh, so we’re starting the names early then?”

“Well, I definitely intend to make you my future wife, why not get a headstart?” She winks, gazing at her beloved girlfriend.

You pressed her lips against yours softly, seemingly making the kiss sweet and innocent. Tugging one of Summer’s loose curls that dangled in her face, you pulled it behind her ear as your lips moved as one. You adored Summer’s hair, thick voluminous curls flowing down to her neck and you couldn’t resist playing it in when she was close.

“I think that’s a great idea, my love.” You sigh, finally pulling away from the kiss, your thumb gliding across her soft cheeks as she smiles lovingly at you. Every day you wake up, guessing how truly lucky you are to be dating her, to be her forever girl, to be her future wife. Instead, she always reassures you that she’s the only lucky one to be dating such a unique woman as yourself. You two made each other complete, like pieces of a puzzle, longing to be together, destined to stay together forever, to overcome any obstacle thrown your way made to test your love. Summer didn’t know what it was like to be truly in love and to experience severe heartbreak whenever you’re not around, and now she understands why couples are so clingy with each other. Now she fully comprehends why love languages are important to express, if not some, maybe all of them. Love is deemed too powerful, and the stability depends on both partners’ perseverance to keep their relationship thriving for the better. Summer knew love changes a person, whether it is for better or for worse, weighing on the aspects of a healthy or unhealthy relationship. Without a doubt, Summer knew you were her soulmate, from the moment everything connected with you two, and how perfect your kisses were, she couldn’t find a more perfect girl anywhere. You were her girl, her only girl, her perfect girl, and hopefully her forever girl.

Either way, you two were utterly obsessed with each other, and nothing or nobody could ruin it, not if both of you had anything to say.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

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[arosesstorm]

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rm

A patent Attorney, your fav right hand. Usually working side by side while you curse your clients under your breaths. Has helped you with cases one too many time, sleep is just a pointless waste of time after all, right?

"coffee and lots of bulls*it coming your way"

hope

winning a case against the oh' mighty Hope was the equivalent of winning a olympic gold metal. What a shame Hope seemed to always be on the opposite (wrong) side. Were you willing to give up morals to climb up the food chain?

"money can't buy justice"

"but they can buy your date tonight with me"

jimin

Studied together in college only to end up in the same firm. it was a twist of fate, a second chance Destiny wanted to gift you, but why? why did the universe want you to be around him so bad?

"you look familiar"

"I'm your last six years wrapped up in a pretty bow"

taehyung

Fighting with him in reunions? Bad idea. it suddenly became a competition of who's right and who's wrong and guess who was willing to give up? Right, not you.

“I’m not arguing; I’m just explaining why I’m right.”

“That’s cute. Keep explaining.”

jungkook

Your intimidating handsome junior who test your morality and tempts you to fall for him one too many times, doesn't matter how much you try to keep him at bay.

"it's not gonna happen jungkook"

"what? kissing me the third time or..."

"shut up"

© 2024 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[ponderousorb]

🌿 House Marais & House Hoslow - Elden Ring Fan Lore 🐍⚔️

I'm finally finished this thing I spent waaaay too long on.

At the top of House Marais, we have Arsene, the former head of house, and his wife Mei Li (yes she named her son after herself). With Arsene, I was looking at the other older characters that seem to be House Marais relatives, and they all seem to have gray skin. It would be really interesting if somewhere back in the tree, there was some Albinauric blood in the mix - it might explain why the men of House Marais are cursed with ill-health. Mei Li is a sanguine noble from the reedlands (where the formless mother is apparently worshipped in at least some locations). I created her with the background in mind similar to Varré, a war surgeon, but likely did not go physically into the battlefield, being from a noble house. Their children are Maleigh Marais who we see in the game, Thallium and Belladonna. (Guess what my theme naming is!) Now, Maleigh doesn't seem to have married because he's fulltime simping for Malenia (fair enough!) Thallium marries Eidhneán, a mysterious woman from a faraway land of bogs - and a skilled pyromancer. Thallium's health is not as poor as Maleigh's, but he did lose an eye to the creeping sickness that infests many of their line. I based his mask on the portrait of a noble in Volcano Manor, and partially on the DS2 manikin masks (iykyk)

From this branch, we meet the next generation: - Nettle: the eldest daughter, and a healer - learning many skills from her grandmother - Thiollier: the boy! the wet kitten man! His health is terrible and every moment is pain. - Jedica: youngest daughter and a mischief maker

Belladonna, the only one of her siblings in good health, marries and Chronos Hoslow. I think these are like, the only two prominent houses we hear of in ER? of humans at least. I still liked the match - a) they both seem involved in Volcano Manor b) Juno looks like that Their motto: "scriptum est in sanguine" :3 And their children, special guest stars Juno and Diallos Hoslow! I like to think that Diallos got saddled with a bit of the wet kitten genes and that's why he's... well a bit of a boyfailure. I want to do more relatives to connect some of the older characters up the chain before Arsene, and the original ancestor depicted in Maleigh's mask. But also this took so long... so long.

I WANT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS i am rattling the bars of my cage please talk to me

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Hopelessly in Love (Final)

Reader description: Gender-neutral pronouns, leans more towards masculine style, childhood friends with Wanda.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (Requited love), Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Unrequited love).

Summary: Natasha goes to Wanda's house to explain everything, hoping that there is still a chance between the two of them. Y/n secretly prays the doom of their relationship.

Natasha speeds her way through the neighborhood, she had always enjoyed the adrenaline rush of riding a motorcycle. However right know she was feeling rather anxious, as she was probably about to lose the girl she was in love with genuinely interested in.

Contrary to popular belief, Natasha is a lover at heart. She just never found the right girl who she could fully be vulnerable with. Well it was difficult when the girls she's dated only dated her for her reputation and not out of genuine interest.

But not Wanda, she wasn't afraid to call out Natasha for her actions. Wanda would listen attentively to Natasha's interest, her hobbies, even her weirds fixations on spy movies. Wanda only ever responded back to Natasha's flirty demeanor once she started to express the side she only showed to her siblings.

Perhaps it helped that they were acquainted with each other since they were young, considering Wanda was best friend with her youngest sibling. Wanda knew the side Natasha had put away upon entering Westview High, or at least was aware of it. They didn't talk much when they were young, understandably so, you rarely interact much with your sibling's friends anyway.

But at the very least you get a sense on what they were like, and Wanda noticed the huge 180 degree change as soon as Natasha entered High School.

Natasha arrived at Wanda's house a little after sundown, she knocked on the door and was greeted by Wanda's twin brother instead. "Piet."

"Nat." The older twin responded while crossing his arms.

"Is Wanda home?"

"I don't think she wants to talk to you right now."

"Pietro, it's just a misunderstanding-"

"Then maybe you should've told her that earlier." He said while glaring at her and slammed the door. Natasha cursed under her breath and decided to walk around Wanda's house. She could've simply texted Wanda the situation, but again, she is Natasha Romanoff. So instead she climbed up the tree that was conveniently near Wanda's bedroom window.

Wanda was doing her homework when she heard a tapping noise behind her. She turned around and quickly rushed over to let Natasha in. "Front doors exist for a reason you know?"

"Well, your brother sort of slammed the door on my face." Natasha said with a smirk.

Wanda cursed under her breath, "Sorry, I told him not to get involved." She was about to question why Natasha hadn't just texted her instead, but then remembers who she was dating. "What are you doing here?"

"I came here to apologize." Wanda sat on her bed and beckoned Natasha to do the same. "I should've told Sharon to keep her distance, in my defense I did. But Sharon never listens, even before you and I started dating. I'm sorry Wanda." Natasha Romanoff, the Heart Breaker of Westview High, looked at Wanda with the most sincere look in her eyes. Holyshit she fucking melted.

"Why didn't you push her away?"

"I did, but I'm guessing It's one of those things where you had already left when I did." Natasha took Wanda's arm into her own. Wanda couldn't tell if she was being honest, or giving her sweet lies. Considering Natasha's well-known reputation, Wanda found it difficult to trust her.

"And those texts?"

Natasha pulled out her phone and unlocked it for Wanda. She hesitantly took Natasha's phone and scrolled down the messages between her and Sharon. Yes, they had been texting. Sharon wasn't lying about that, but she left out a few key points. Natasha was extremely dry when responding to Sharon.

Wanda kept scrolling and surely enough, Natasha never once tried to initiate a conversation with her. "I don't have any feelings for her, Wands. I only have eyes on you, if it makes you more comfortable, I can block her altogether."

"That's kind of extreme."

"There is no mountain nor ocean that I wouldn't cross for you, Wanda." There it was, the same butterfly she felt when she was with Y/n. Except this time with Natasha, it was more intense.

Wanda had thought that maybe, just maybe, she also liked her bestfriend. She even talked to Pietro about it. Who surprisingly, despite his dumb jock persona, said something that actually made sense.

"Maybe you do like them, maybe you don't. You mentioned Natasha isn't the best at showing emotion and affection. She's rather stoic in contrast to Y/n who has unfiltered expressive nature." Wanda thought for a moment. "Think about it Wands, it could be that you just wish that same intensity in Natasha."

"Wanda I- I'm not good at this, but I really love like you. I know we're just young, stupid teenagers but-" She couldn't finish her sentence because Wanda had sealed their lips together. So instead Natasha poured all those feelings she felt for Wanda into to the kiss.

The affection, the passion, the intense feelings she had. The burning rage of how her own friends treated the girl she loves likes. The anger that she has against the hushed whispers in the hallway when she walked Wanda to class. But most of all, the love she felt for Wanda Maximoff.

It was silly to feel such intense feeling at a young age, It's doubtful that Natasha even know what it truly meant. But why should that mean it wasn't real?

The kiss became more and more intense and Natasha felt a sharp sting on her face. She abruptly pulled back with a hiss, before Wanda could apologize Natasha spoke up with a sheepish look on her face. "No, no, I'm ok. I just broke my nose is all."

"How did you manage that??" Wanda asked, concerned.

"I fell off my bike on the way here." Lies, for Y/n's sake.

"You're an idiot." Wanda shifted closer and studied her face. Natasha was sure at this point Wanda could hear her rapidly beating heart, she never had anyone that made feel like this before.

Her heart stammered even faster when Wanda smiled at her. Those beautiful green eyes and breathtaking smile, fuck Natasha Romanoff was head over heels for her. “Please be careful next time.” Natasha couldn't help the smile that grew on her face.

"What can I say, you drive me crazy."

"And you're extremely irritating."

"You like me."

"I weirdly do. Especially now that you have a broken nose."

"Ahhh find that attractive, Maximoff?" Natasha teased.

"No, I've been itching to punch your face. I'm just glad the pavement did it for me." Natasha playfully rolled her eyes at their little banter sealed their lips together once more. Wanda made a mental note to be extra gentle, her heart felt like it was about to explode.

At this point, Wanda had no doubt in her mind anymore on which Romanoff her heart belonged too.

The next day, Wanda approached Y/n with a huge smile on her face. Wanda and Natasha had officially cleared up the air, and their relationship was stronger than ever. Natasha promised to try and be more expressive with her feelings, and Wanda promised to communicate with her the next time something bothers her.

She couldn't wait to tell her bestfriend all about it. Especially knowing that they had rekindled their friendship, at least on her end. She was unaware that Y/n hadn't actually fully moved on from her. "Heyyy!"

"Someone's chirpy today. What's up?" Y/n responded with a smile.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

"For what??"

"For smacking some sense into your sister. She came over to my house the other night, and we had our first kiss!" Ah fuck, they lost her. Again. Ok so maybe Y/n had hope, that by sheer luck, Wanda would break up with Natasha.

Or maybe they had hope that Natasha actually did cheat, that's terrible, yes. Can you blame a 15 year old kid in love though?

"That's really great, Wands." They forced a smile.

"It is! and-" She was cut off by the school bell, "Oh I gotta get to class, but I'll tell you all about it after school. Byeee!" She walked past them and turns out Natasha had been waiting for her. Wanda reached out to Natasha waiting open hand, the two siblings locked eyes. Natasha gave them a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, detka." They two faced their backs on them and walked away hand-in-hand, exchanging light conversations.

Y/n, heart was already broken in two the day they confessed to Wanda. Seeing them together with their eyes, shattered it into a million pieces more.

Now they truly realize, the love they waited will never come. What was the point of waiting, if Wanda had never loved them to begin with

I saw the poll and immediately thought, I'm going to disappoint so many people- Also that last paragraph was from another Indonesian song, Apalah Arti Menunggu - Raisa

Which basically just talks about the love you've been holding onto, and then realizing that person will never return the love to you (I switched some words of course, but it's still pretty much the same)

Anywho, taglist: @shedeservesbetter @marvelogic

[cheesus-doodles]

Could you do a headcanon or a short fic of Taiju falling for Takemichis sister. Taiju x reader tokyo Revengers. How would Taijus siblings react to it and the Black Dragons?

asdjnsjdnsj this is cute in a way, there isn't enough Taiju or Takemichi love - and there is no way either would ever win a poll so XD this is not irl time period accurate in the slightest, a very lighthearted piece that is a bit different from what I usually write!

Masterlist

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Wrestle-o-mania

Yandere Taiju with Takemichi's Older Sister Reader

It was obvious to the two pairs of eyes spying on you through the small open crack of the bedroom door that Taiju wasn’t trying to hurt you, not in the slightest. Moreso, their older brother was simply letting you live out your wrestling fantasy with him as your willing dummy; your excited rambling filling the normal tension that usually permeates the air of the Shiba household, the two siblings watching with bated breath as you put the blue-haired gang leader into a side headlock. 

“...and did you see that double chickenwing facebuster?! That was fucking awesome! And-” 

Breaths were held as the curse word slipped your lips, but against their better knowledge, Taiju didn’t even blink an eye, simply nodding indulgently and (as discreetly as possible) snuggling in against your chest; despite your bulky figure, your strength was still nothing next to his. But god only knew if either of them said such sinful words, the thrashing they would have received would be nothing short of legendary for fouling their tongues with such filth. So why you? What made you special to their notoriously foul-tempered brother?

You were an oddity in the Shiba household, to say the least. The precise type of person that Hakkai and Yuzuha would have never guessed could catch Taiju’s eye. Far from the quiet, submissive, and gentle Christian girl that they had always imagined the oldest Shiba would bring home, someone that would cook and care for him, you were loud, rambunctious and overly obsessed with all things wrestling. Yuzuha had even seen you wipe the floor with some air-headed rival delinquents who thought you were an easy mark to take down Taiju, and though you weren’t spared from being punished by your boyfriend for returning with more scapes and cuts than usual that night, he never went to the extent like he did with them, holding back his strength by a vast margin. Plus, the only thing you could cook consistently well was fried rice. 

So how on god’s green earth did someone like you end up with a person like Taiju? Or more so where did Taiju even find someone like you? Did you not fear the other?

Hakkai was barely able to conceal the turbulent feelings in his chest, shock and horror intertwining like wine and honey as he watched with wide eyes Taiju chuckling along with you as he switched positions with you with ease, smoothly putting you into a facelock, with one of your ankles caught between his thighs. “Shi-” The youngest of the Shibas started, only to be quickly stopped by Yuzuha slapping her hand over his mouth. “Shut. Up,” she hissed, before the girl chanced a glance back through the crack in the door. 

Fortunately for them, Taiju seemed too distracted by you to notice their presence as you shrieked in excitement at your current predicament. “The stepover toehold facelock??!!”

“You didn’t think I could learn it huh?” The Black Dragon leader crowed, lightly tugging your head backwards and stretching out your back and neck, ever so careful not to put you in any pain. “This shit ain’t that hard.”

“You absolutely have to come to my wrestling club!” You gushed, pretending to struggle in his hold, striking your hand down on the bed as if you were counting down in a boxing ring, all the while giggling. “The others would never believe me!”

But that was enough to dampen whatever cheer that the other had on his face, Taiju releasing you from his hold and pulling you back up to sit on his bed. Eyebrows pinching together, that telltale vein on his forehead started to throb once more as those yellow eyes bored down on you with his signature ferocity that had harden Black Dragon members quavering in their boots - the same hard gaze that Taiju leveled on his siblings right before pouncing on either. “I thought I already told you - I don’t want you going there to mess around with those filthy sinners.”

You, however, weren’t the slightest bit unnerved much to both Shiba siblings’ surprise. “Awww but Taiju! It’s wrestling!” You pouted. “And it’s only once a week!” 

Your pleas didn’t work on the notoriously stubborn boy, who simply huffed. “I said no.”

This was one issue that you couldn’t seem to give up. “I can’t miss wrestling!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up.“You could just come with me, ya know? If you’re so worried.”

Yuzuha blinked. Were you…bargaining? With Taiju?

The vein almost popped, and both siblings flinched in unison. This was it. Having to tiptoe around their oldest brother for so many years and learning to read his moods from his body language to avoid any unavoidable outbursts, there was no doubt that Taiju was at his tipping point. Beast-like eyes narrowed, the larger boy looming over you like a tiger eyeing its prey, the shadow over his face growing as the foul mood manifested. As if on instinct, Yuzuha shoved her younger lanky brother behind her, though from the shallow and rapid breathing that could barely be heard even in the sudden stillness of the world around them, the orange-haired girl wasn’t exactly the most confident of the situation either.

As Taiju raised his hand, readying his strike, the spying Shibas couldn’t look away. It fell like the blade of a guillotine -

And landed right on your side as he dug his fingers into your ticklish spot, and you squealed, wriggling as you tried to get away to no avail, the still-stronger Taiju easily pinning you down on the mattress. “You’re going to listen to me, you hear?” He growled playfully as he dug into your other side as well, and your laughter erupted. “You’re going to quit wrestling club tomorrow.”

“Wai-it! N-no, stop that! I’m not quitting!” Your words fell on deaf ears as your boyfriend only renewed his tickling efforts, pouncing on you with vigor. “S-STOP!”

Pulling away from the cheery scene that shone through the small crack of the door, Hakkai and Yuzuha shot each other puzzled looks in the dark hallway, your giggles echoing through the otherwise silent house. Despite the relief of having gotten away scott-free after spying on such a personal situation (if Taiju caught them, there would possibly be no words to describe what would happen to the two of them), the questions remained.

What the fuck was that all about?

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A week had passed since they had first stumbled upon that domestic scene by pure coincidence and three since you had burst into their life unannounced, and despite their life somewhat returning to normal, neither Hakkai nor Yuzuha could seem to get you out of their minds. It was clear there was a growing pattern between Taiju’s good mood - one where he completely ignores their presence - and his normal demand of absolute obedience from them, which turned out to be when the Black Dragon leader was home alone and you were nowhere in sight. 

“You sure that it’s alright I come over?” Takemichi hesitatingly asked, glancing between the two Shiba siblings. It wasn’t the first time the time leaper had met Hakkai, of course, just the first time he had really noticed and been noticed by the Second Division Vice Captain. “Don’t want to be a bother.”

Hakkai waved off his question reassuringly. “Our place is nearby. Won’t be an issue at all.”

But alas, it seemed that the Second Division Vice Captain spoke too fast, too soon, as the trio walked straight into a wall of Black Dragon members mulling outside their residence, pristine white uniforms gleaming under the harsh afternoon sunlight amidst the quiet Tokyo suburban neighborhood, the sound of their footsteps coming to an abrupt halt though not quick enough to prevent them from being noticed. “Hey, isn’t that the Tokyo Manji Gang uniform?”

“Toman? Here?”

Takemichi reared from the glares leveled his way, the uncertain atmosphere sliding straight into the  - this was not good at all.

Unbeknownst to you on the other side of the crowd, you hadn’t even heard the initial stirs of commotion, engrossed with fiddling with the ring of the new shark plush keychain you had just received in a bid to hang it on your school bag. There was no second thought at the sudden light that flooded your eyes as Taiju pulled away from attempting to help, both of your heads having been bowed over and squinting at the small golden ring as the blue-haired delinquent barked instructions at you - it wasn’t unusual for your boyfriend having to drop everything to take calls or what not, being the gang leader that he was.

He really should join your wrestling club was what you mused to yourself, as your well-calloused fingers failed time and time again to part the rings and slip them through each other. It would probably be mighty fun to get to practice with someone as strong as him.

A few more minutes, and then a triumphant shout left your lips. “I got it!” You announced proudly, pumping your school bag into the sky, your newest attachment clinking as it jingled around the rest of your collection. “I told you-”

You paused, looking up for the first time since you had started your valiant attempt. The ruckus and rising tension rushed back into your world like the pressure of a vacuum chamber being relieved, the cries of ‘Death to Toman’, whatever that was supposed to be, coming as a sudden surprise to you; the attention of the white-clad boys you had just met turned away from you towards an unseen threat and Taiju nowhere in sight. This called from an investigation, you decided, casually swinging the brown bag over your shoulder and squeezing through the restless mass. 

“Tai-Taiju!” With a final push, you popped out the other side of the crowd, though your words died off as quickly as they left your lips as your eyes landed on the unfurling scene. A blonde-haired boy wearing a middle school uniform, collar clutched in the grip of your boyfriend, what was supposed to be his face looking more like fruit pulp than an actual person. Splats of blood splattered across Taiju’s fist and down the barely-white shirt of the other’s school uniform, another blue-haired boy you vaguely recognised as Taiju’s younger brother left sprawled on the ground looking equally beaten. 

For any other ordinary person, the frankly gruesome state of affairs would have been enough to set them running as far and fast as their feet could take them, let alone set off the alarm bells in their head - after all, what kind of older brother would thrash his own siblings without a very good reason? But not you, no; for there were no thoughts in your head save one.

One smooth step forward, and you had tucked your head under his arm, grabbing his arm and thigh. In the next heartbeat, up his heavy figure went, his clutch on Takemichi loosened enough to free the boy. Arm muscles bulging, it didn’t look like you were the slightest breath off despite lifting someone larger than you. And then you fell backwards, and down Taiju went, his back landing on the asphalt road with a loud crash in what his temporarily stunned mind reminded him was called a belly-to-back suplex - you would be pissed if he named it wrongly later. 

“Don’t you scum dare touch her,” came his  cursing from the ground right as you leapt back to your feet, and the Black Dragon members froze at the command from their leader. But you minded none of them, your ferocious, blazing gaze turning on the crouched, pathetic form of Takemichi. Marching forward in their direction, Hakkai  gulped, though he still held his ground. The sense of dread knotted itself over and over in the blue-haired Toman member as your shadow came to a halt, towering over the quaking blond delinquent on the ground, his body and face already bruised from the early beating he took from Taiju. He didn’t like the look of this one bit - were you as crazy as his older brother? It would certainly explain a lot, given of all the people you could be dating, you picked Taiju.

And then you all but sang out your next words. “Take-chan!” Your eyes brightened, sparkling in the daylight as the menacing shadows lifted from your face in an instant.

Even though it didn’t seem possible at first, Hakkai swore that Takemichi paled even further, his ashen skin the color only reserved for the dead as he attempted to scramble back and away from your towering figure. “Wha-? Onee-san?” He stammered out. “It’s not what it looks like! I swear!”

The world seemed to pause as everyone present stuttered as if on cue, with the Black Dragon Tenth Generation President surprised enough to raise both eyebrows. Onee-san? The shithead of a Tokyo Manji Gang First Division Captain was your younger brother? 

“I can’t believe you’re wrestling without me!”

“No! It’s not what it looks like!!” Takemichi pleaded again, but it was too little, too late, his words falling on deaf ears. You had already scooped him up into a fireman’s carry across your shoulders, swinging him round to ride piggyback, and then throwing yourself backwards and slamming the poor boy back into the ground. 

“And don’t let this distract you from the fact that in 1988, the Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell in a Cell, and plummeted 16 feet through an announcer’s table,” you all but shouted at your completely disoriented younger brother, his blue eyes clearly swimming in his head as you shook him by his shoulders in front of a group of stunned Black Dragons and Toman members.

Taiju grabbed your arm, his eyes narrowing, the familiar vein on his forehead starting to throb once more. “Are you done?” He growled at you. If you had been anyone else, he would have all but pounded you into the ground, girl or not - no one treated him like this in front of his men and got away with it. But you were hardly intimidated, and of course you weren't. You were the only exception to his life, the only one whose antiques he entertained time and time again for some blasted reason. And even if he didn't share your love of wrestling, there was one thing for sure - he didn't want you sharing it with anyone else, especially not this piece of Toman shit, even if it was your younger brother. You were his.

You hummed, your thoughts moving on to your next highest priority. Picking up your discarded bag, you lightly swung it around one shoulder. “Oh Taiju! You’re up already!” You cheered, looping one arm through his and proceeding to drag him off, your mind already empty of your younger brother still lying dazed on the road. “Come on, wrestling club is starting soon, we're going to be late!”

"What did I tell you about wrestling club?" The notorious fickle gang leader flicked your forehead as the two of you disappeared round the corner, your laughs echoing down the still street. "I said to quit, didn't I?"

“Your sister is crazy,” Hakkai mumbled to the groaning Takemichi, whose only response was to hold his head in his hands.

[jennamoran]

On the Cultural Distinctiveness of Rocks

(original script I was reading from follows; this time, it's just a story, and not the other stuff.)

So I’m watching Deep Space Nine with my friend and I have to stop like ten seconds in to tell this story.

I don’t know if you’ve seen it. It’s pretty deep, you know, and a lot of people don’t like deep fiction. But it all starts, it all begins, in the credit sequence there, with this rock.

This rock, surrounded by a nebulous aura of importance, flying through the void.

I’m kind of assuming there’s gonna be nine of them. I don’t know for sure. Nine rocks, out there in space, and they’ve got this whole multi-season show about them. Q probably shows up at some point to make fun of rocks. The Borg attack. They add the cultural distinctiveness of the rocks onto their own. That’s why there are nine Borg, later, and how we get seven of nine of them on Voyager.

I think.

It’s still the credit sequence so I don’t know for sure.

But I wanted to tell you what I think will be the story of the rock.

I think that it’s a rock that got cursed, really early on. The youngest rock of nine rock brothers and sisters. Siblings, I guess. A lot of rocks are nonbinary even if they don’t bother putting it on their forms.

It was told, you will love fiercely, but you will ruin what you love.

It lived its life in fear of that dreadful prophecy. But as bad as it was, it still had to live.

For a rock in space, that meant ... to fly through space. To journey ever onwards through the so-called “final frontier.”

That rock flew by some planet once.

There was a prince who lived there, handsome and noble, and he saw that rock, and he fell in love. He chased that rock across the world, climbed the highest mountain in the world, to get a little closer to that rock.

And it just flew by.

It loved him too, I think. But it was afraid. It was afraid to love, when the love of that rock was dread and ruin.

The prince shouted up, after that rock:

“If you’re being compelled ...”

If you’re being compelled, he tried to say. If you leave, not by your will, but by some other’s ...

Then tell me, and I will chase you to the farthest stars.

But the rock did not reply; did not name some wizard or monster that compelled it. It whispered, perhaps, of things like gravity and momentum.

It remembered, not quite aloud, how it was its nature to whip around a star, to grow close and then grow far. To fall ever inwards towards the day, like any Icarus; to fall outwards, like the sunset, after, to the endless night.

We’re all just prisoners of gravity and momentum, in the end.

The prince in his heart he heard these words. He raged against them.

But gravity and momentum are pretty hard to kill.

He got momentum, I think. Left it bleeding on the battlefield.

Gravity was harder.

Down, down, he went, into the depths of his forsaken world; found at its molten core the citadel in which King Gravity was said to dwell; and there the gravity of his business slew him, and piled him up with the other princes, stacked like cordwood, that the divine right that lives in princes could be burned as fuel to keep the principle of gravity alive.

Physicists don’t like to talk about this. But they’ll admit it, if you know.

At least they don’t have a much better explanation of why gravity endures when it’s burning energy every moment of every day across the vastness of the stars.

And the rock flew on.

There were dolphins, I think. Space dolphins. They swam beside the rock a while, shimmering and silver in the night. They sang to it, and it echoed back their song.

It loved them, too, but it did not speak to them of love.

It shed its rocky skin, and swam beside them in a dolphin’s form, surrounded in a shimmering of starry light.

But one by one they died.

And they had children, but their children died.

And their children, and their children, on to the uttermost generations of their line.

And in the end there was just one dolphin left, that swam beside the rock. That tried to mate with the rock, but failed, on account of, it was a rock.

And then it died, and the rock flew on alone.

It curled itself around its grief. It balled up like an armadillo balls. It was a thing of grief and sorrow but even good kids when they told its story later would crack up about the armadillo balls.

Thus with every tragedy, I think, involving balls.

It curled itself up, wrapped around its endless sorrow, and the rock flew on.

One day, I think, the rock saw a distant star, and it knew, this was the one.

It saw the star and it was rapt with love, caught in the brilliance and the beauty and the gravitational well around that star. And it saw, like the jaws of a wolf that closed around it, the doom it had been given drawing near.

It would strike that star. If it was lucky, it would burn up inside it. It would die, and the star would scream in grief.

If it was not lucky, then the star would not survive, and the rock—

That had always survived; that had always been the last thing to survive, long after princes and dolphins and other things had died—

Would fly on, outwards, into space.

That’s the story of Deep Space Nine, I think.

That’s the fundamental tragedy of it, how we can’t stop that kind of thing. How rocks just sometimes fly into the stars and all things end.

This is, I think, a world driven by catastrophes. A world of death and endings. A world where the most fundamental forces are so very cruel.

In this, I think, the writers of Deep Space Nine must have agreed.

They would have wept to see the rock approach that star, knowing what was to come.

It is a dark and empty world, you see, and even the television of the ... what, 90s, was it? Had no choice but to face, to accept, that fundamental truth. There is no going forward. There is no prospect of redemption. There is no love save love that leads to ruin, and even gravity shall be our foe.

The rock flew on; drew ever closer to the star; and the people of the planets of that star were struck by fear, struck with it like pain in their abdomen, their heart, their throat, their mind. They stood in the grip of that pain, and it contorted them.

If I believed in eucatastrophe, still. If I believed in miracles, and magic, then I would say it circled round that star.

I would say that gravity, that had always been so impersonal and never kind, seized up the rock as it drew in closer. Caught it, in its hand, as the rock brushed past the star, and whirled it round, and cast it out again into the endless void. That ballistics, which has always been so cruel, was this once kind.

But we all know what really happens with rocks and stars.

We all know that falling towards a star is just an ending; that it’s laughable to imagine that King Gravity would ever throw two things apart.

Even the physicists will admit this, if you ask them. Probably. I think. I haven’t asked.

That’s the utter emptiness of space, you know. That’s the message of Deep Space Nine. The rock will strike the star, and all things end.

IMPORTANT UPDATE: I watched a little more and I was wrong.

[klonnieshippersclub]

I NEED someone to write a fic of Klaus trying to do his mixed kids hair😤

A fic about soft Klonnie moments sounds like a nice idea! I accept any and every fic concept to share it with everyone else who loves Klonnie. What good is this space for if not sharing ideas!

That being said, Klaus is a thousand years old I think he would be well-educated in styling his daughter’s hair. If there were any struggles Bonnie would help him. TVD’s styling didn’t do Bonnie justice to not accommodate Kat. I reject this “bad hair Bonnie” canon! Kol wouldn’t be allowed to do any of their girls hair. This was a cute concept, so I gave it a try. Let me know your thoughts!

This took 15 minutes, so you might want to manage your expectations. Enjoy!

Iris peaked her head into her parent's bedroom to find her father alone in a chair sketching. She hates to interrupt his quiet time, but she needed him. While fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater, Iris cleared her throat. 

"Papa, who is going to do my hair with Mama gone?" she asked with distress painted on her face. "I can't go to school looking a mess!"

Klaus frowned at his child obviously being upset. "You sound like your Aunt Rebekah. I can do your hair for you."

"I'm not sure you're qualified," his daughter responded with a wary look in her eyes.

"I do have a few curls of my own, sweetheart."

"Yeah, but my hair is hard," Iris anguished. "Marina's waves are easy to manage."

Klaus inwardly sighed at his youngest daughter's bad habit of comparing herself to one of her elder siblings. He hoped to comfort her and ease her worry but knew this talk would be easier with Bonnie here. Then again, Iris wouldn't have come to him about her hair if Bonnie was present in the first place. Instead, she was off assisting a witch doctor in nursing a cursed wolf pack back to health.

"Your hair isn't hard," Klaus softly chided. "It's just different from your older sister's."

Iris wasn't quite sure if she believed him. He was her father. He had to love everything about her, even her difficult hair. It was his job as a parent to do so. "I guess..."

"Your lovely hair is just like your mother's and she taught me a few tricks," said Klaus as he stood to retrieve Bonnie's hair supplies that she didn't take with her. "Sit and be amazed."

[onthepyre]

Hi June! No.1 for the prompt meme if you feel inspired? 💖

hi calli!! thanks for dropping in <3 this is kind of loosely the "dirtiest white boy in america" period but honestly. fuck if i know. it's sad though

send me a number and ill write something angsty

1 - keeping things from the other to spare their feelings

Sometimes Dad had to bail, Mickey knew. When they were little kids, not smart enough to keep their traps shut, he and Mandy got dragged along, lying in the backseat, her head in his lap. Perks of being the youngest two, Mickey guesses. Seeing Indiana before they turned six. By the time Mom was gone, they were told to keep their heads down and wait it out while Dad fucked off to who-knows-where. It sucked, but it sucked less than having him home. It was tolerable.

When the pigs started sniffing around the Alibi, Dad got itchy. They were just around to "ask questions," but the proximity was enough. He had a bag packed in ten minutes, four loaded handguns tucked under dirty underwear and ratty cutoffs. It was damn near a rampage, but Mickey didn't have the sixth sense his siblings did that told them to get the fuck out of dodge. He didn't even realize the depth of shit he was in until Dad pitched a backpack at him and asked what the fuck he was standing around with his thumb up his ass for.

Arguing was useless. If he ran now, Mickey would be dead when Dad inevitably made it back to Chicago. So he took the backpack and stuffed it with a change of clothes and a handful of knives and cash, tucking his busted flip phone into a wad of underwear. In case he needed it, Mickey told himself. So he could contact Mandy if they were gonna be gone long. Not Ian.

That's what he told himself, at least, but when they were halfway to Dad's buddy's cabin in Minnesota and it slipped out that he was wanted for eight counts of trafficking, when Mickey's throat started to burn, he knew.

A nine hour drive meant sitting next to Dad all night. When they finally, finally made it, got out to stretch their legs deep in the woods, it set in. Mickey was very firmly stuck here, at least for the coming days, nobody to keep him company but Dad and the fucking raccoons.

Just about as soon as they set foot in the cabin, Dad was snoring. Mickey wasn't about to take his chances in the same room, only four feet of space between the twin beds. He crept to the bathroom, locked the door, propped a stepstool against it for good measure. He texted Mandy first, short and to the point: sos in mn.

Then there was the problem of Ian. He had, at best, one message to make sure he'd leave him alone. There was no telling how long it would take Mandy to figure out how the fuck to get him out of this three-room shithole, assuming he wasn't cursed to die in it. Mickey couldn't say nothing. Ian would get antsy, go looking for him. Say something he shouldn't. But he couldn't tell him what was actually happening, either, because he couldn't give Ian that false hope. Couldn't let him stay attached, pine, worry, wait for something that wasn't going to come.

He had to let him get over it like a normal heartbreak. Ian could cry for a week and then find some other South Side street rat to fuck instead, a thought that had Mickey gnawing on his bottom lip to distract from the pit in his stomach. Yeah. That was what he had to do.

cant c u anymore, he wrote. dont txt.

Mickey deleted both messages as soon as they went through. He allowed himself ten seconds to let it sink in. Knuckles pressed into his eyes, sitting on the toilet lit bent double, he sniffled once. Then, after a few shuddering breaths, he opened the door, and thank fuck, Dad was still snoring.

[theweirdestroller]

Cuddle Pile!

The currents were frosty, as most things in Reaper's domain were. He felt right at home, but looking behind him, he was the only one who did.

"Why are we heerree," Error whined, rubbing his hands up and down his arms.

"You're the one who wanted to come here." Reaper shot back, using a particularly harsh flip of his tail to bat Error away. Dream chuckled from his place on Nightmare's shoulder. Error growled at the pair, speeding up to regain his spot behind Reaper.

"I didn't think it'd be so cold!" All the leviathans present turned and looked at their youngest in mild disbelief. "Okay, let me rephrase. I didn't think it'd be so cold for us. We're leviathans for crying out loud,"

"It doesn't feel all that cold to me," Nightmare's voice held a humorous edge.

"I mean, there is one solution to warm up," Ink giggled. Before anyone could say another word, all five leviathans were wrapped up in colorful tentacles. Nightmare let out a screech as a second appendage wrapped him up to keep him from escaping. "Cuddle pile!" Ink cheered, pulling his siblings closer.

Dream, in his smaller form, snuggled against Ink's cheek, watching his twin thrash. Error curled around the tentacle restraining him, relaxing into it. Reaper simply let himself go limp, Ink pulling him around as he wished.

"I guess this is pretty warm," A light blush dusted Error's features. Nightmare was grumbling ancient curses, much to the amusement of the others.

"If you don't unhand me this second, I'm going to restart our war." Ink only laughed. "I'm not kidding!" Nightmare screeched indignantly. Ink only patted his head.

And there, the world's five most dangerous beings sat. Tangled together in a pile of warmth in the middle of a frozen wasteland.

Centuries ago, they would have torn each other apart for even thinking of being in the same territory. But time, as well as the help of certain mers and selkies, softened the titans and allowed them to enjoy the company of their siblings once again.

[sugarywishes]

Um...I accidentally deleted an anonymous ask post (I posted it too early lmao)

So anon, if you're reading this, this is for you!! And also thanks for going through my page lmao

So, why does William favor Evan over his siblings?

1. They both look extremely similar:

Nowadays, it's common to see people hc Mike as the Will lookalike, and I really like that too!

But back then, the only one who could've immediately be guessed as William's child was Evan. Both had the PALEST skin of the family (this is saying a lot considering they're British!!)

Both had kind of nerving eye colors (Will's is an icy blue that was basically almost white, and Evan somehow developed fully bright green eyes) dark eye bags, scruffy hair that always just kind of looks...like that no matter how much they try to fix it, and of course, skinny as hell!

2. Similar upbringing (aka, trauma!):

Considering they both look kind of like corpses, and they act really...um....abnormal by society standards of their time, it's no wonder they're considered outcasts! William's dealt with bullying and abuse throughout his life (it also doesn't help that he didn't have anyone on his side since I headcanon him as an orphan lol) and Evan is literally going through it right now! (He just sees himself in him) So William latches onto his youngest son more and serves as Evan's 'guide' and 'mentor' (notice the quotation marks?)

3. He can't really attach himself to anyone else in the Afton Family lmao:

Okay, him and Michael are literally polar opposites, and if they weren't related and were the same age Mike would totally bully him and Will would want him dead 😭 (Mikey is a popular, mean kid and Will...was just mean!)

And unfortunately, William kind of sees Michael as an inconvenience (since he is a college mistake...Wear condoms guys, and also if you have the option for child support and you're not interested in raising a kid, please take the opportunity and don't be abusive like Will turnt out!!)

And also, he isn't at all attached to Elizabeth or his wife. Clara because well, he doesn't love her. Sure she's pretty and all but he prefers to be by himself. Being married to her was basically kind of an obligation in his mind? (Henry talked him into getting a relationship with her and his yet-to-be born son 😬) and for Elizabeth, again he just doesn't really care for her. (Her looking the most like Clara did not help in going his favor, no matter how hard she tried to please him :( )

4. He was easy to control (man, who would've thought he sucked as a father for all his children?)

His other kids were not as easily manipulated (Michael had the logic and experience to know not to trust him, and Elizabeth had Charlie and Mike to keep her on the right path no matter how much she tried to steer)

Even Clara would put her foot down if he did or said something off. But Evan on the other hand? He's the perfect son, always obedient, always trusting, he's a sweet little doll! (Which is precisely what William thought of him 😞)

And plus, no one else was on Evan's side at all, and according to William, people like themselves must stick together to achieve greatness no matter what (and the only person he knew he could trust/relate to was his father.)

So yeah, Evan's weak-willed self was a prime target for William's abuse. How charming! (Kind of like a Quasimodo and Frollo relationship?)

Anyways, that's it! (Probably, I'm very certain I missed one or two reasons, curse me and my lack of notes!!) If you have questions, fire them away!

[asvterias]

𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 ~ 𝖱𝗈𝖻𝗒𝗇 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗄

robyn masterlist || clarisse’s version || summer’s version

warnings: just minor cursing!!

pairings: robyn rook ✘ black!fem!reader

genres: very clingy!robyn x very!clingy!reader, kinda naive!reader, smitten!robyn, wholesome fluff between robyn’s family & reader, chaotic family goals, reader is considered a sister/daughter-in-law by robyn’s close family, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y’ALL 🤞🏾😘), mentions of marrying, robyn is VERY DOWN for reader, overall sweet aching fluff

summary: in which, spending the christmas holiday with your girlfriend’s family takes a surprising outcome.

word count: 2.8k+

tag list: @xanasaurusrex @star-girl69 @nvirskies @thegiganticgirlkisser @novastarrs @karslyn @yourmom-25s-blog @matchmalonee @missingaevelynhugo @symp4nat @marvel8169 @lyzsaphrodite @babyzzlove @shark1008 @rztaros @oceaies @oceean @onxlyficcharacter @glwmcres @lila-went-missing @saralov3ssn0w @transmanyay

author’s note: i didn’t know which character to write it for so decided to do both alternate versions.

Song Playing — Margaret by Lana Del Rey (just the main chorus is used)

‘Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Visiting your girlfriend’s family for Christmas was an occasion you dearly anticipated. It was great reuniting with her family for the holidays and relaxing from the stress of school.

Robyn’s parents were Imani and Leroy Rook, who were married for 30 years and wonderfully nurtured an all-girls family. Her parents had three younger daughters, assuming they were triplets, named Amelia, Cecilia, and Sheila, now 13 years old.

Right now, they had just gone errand shopping, leaving you and Robyn alone in the house, and wouldn’t be back until a few hours later. Deciding to take advantage of your alone time, you two made it quite worthwhile, firstly unpacking your suitcases. Every moment spent together was precious and memorable so you made every time unforgettable.

When you know, you know

When you know, you know

Soon after, you two did each other’s hair, wore matching clothes, horribly danced and sang, watched your favorite movies, cooked lunch together, and made out all in the span of five hours.

By evening, her family reached home, hands filled with Christmas-related supplies, some being groceries. Guess they also did some last-minute grocery shopping as well. While everyone was decorating the Christmas tree, all humming along to Christmas songs and dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, including you. Robyn’s parents never singled you out, you were their eldest daughter’s girlfriend, a huge reason why Robyn’s smile brightened immensely for the past 2 years.

Besides being so invested in her academics, Robyn preferred spending quality time with you, mostly when you two have study dates which always ends up in making out sessions. Every time you get an answer correct, your girlfriend rewards you with a loving kiss on the lips, seemingly innocent at first but it transpires into something more passionate. Therefore your study session ends with stupid ways of hiding the noticeable hickeys and soothing your swollen lips. It is definitely Robyn’s favorite moment shared with you, nothing else tops as she constantly prioritizes you.

You felt grateful to be a part of such a loving family, and they never let you forget it. Her siblings admired you, especially Sheila, the youngest one, she was very shy, unlike her older siblings who were all brazen and outgoing. Sheila loved the attention you gave her, aware she was your favorite sister.

Later that same day, the Rook family were arguing over which Christmas movie to watch, many voices overlapping with different opinions in mind.

“Y/N should choose, she’s our guest.” Leroy bargained with his daughters.

“Yeah, Dad, because all of our guests basically live here and are dating Robyn.” Amelia sarcastically replies.

“Young lady, you better watch that tone!” Her dad, Leroy warns.

“Hey, don’t be an asshole,” Sheila shouts at Amelia.

“Language, Sheila!” Imani chastises her youngest daughter with a firm look.

“Did I lie?! Exactly, I never lie.” Amelia taunts.

It kinda makes me laugh, runnin’ down that path

When you’re good as gold

“Y/N’s basically our sister-in-law at this point, we don’t have to sugarcoat it anymore.” Cecilia points out. “Or did I only see Robyn’s pinboard with all things wedding-related, alongside a picture of her and Y/N?”

“Shut up, you little snitch,” Robyn flings the mixing spoon in Cecilia’s direction, “What the hell were you even doing in my room?”

“Ummm we’re siblings, I needed some jewelry and I politely took some without your knowledge, it’s not a crime...”

“Yeah, it is a crime,” Amelia chimes in, “It’s called stealing,”

“And you’re suddenly lacking jewelry?!”

“Ehh not really,” Cecilia shrugged nonchalantly, “You weren’t home so the opportunity kinda raised itself.”

“But I locked the door!”

“And I opened the door with a bobby pin, it’s not rocket science!” Cecilia explained, “You’re supposed to be the smart sister, not me!”

“Mom!” Robyn yelled, resorting immediately to discipline, “Aren’t you gonna say something to them? This is a complete invasion of my privacy!”

Imani looks at the triplets, “Girls it was very wrong to sneak and snoop through your sister’s room.”

“Me! I never participated in such activities,” Amelia defends herself, “That was all Cecilia and Sheila.”

“Sheila, you were in on too?”

“Like I said I got bored and called Sheila,” Cecilia grinned.

“Sheila!” Robyn shouts betrayed at her youngest sister.

“Sorry, Cecilia was very convincing.” Sheila murmurs, too ashamed, avoiding making eye contact with her eldest sister, “Besides, I think the pinboard was very lovely. Are you guys really getting married to each other or is Robyn just manifesting?”

“The truth comes out once and for all,” Amelia laughs, eating the spare marshmallows.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you’re old, you’re old

“Shut up Amelia!” Your girlfriend yells at her sister.

“There needs to be a mute button for you,” Sheila shakes her head.

“Don’t tell Amelia to shut up!” Cecilia exclaims.

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“But Y/N can!” Cecilia concluded and turned to you, “Y/N shut Robyn up! She’s puppy-dog whipped for you, we all know it!”

“See the kind of family you’re marrying into, Y/N, enjoy it while it lasts.” Amelia teases you, nudging your side slightly.

You paid no attention to Amelia’s comment, eyes glued on Robyn as she consistently argued with her sisters. Everything was hectic right now, and your reaction towards it certainly wasn’t helping anyone, especially your girlfriend.

“What is she talking about?” You turned to your girlfriend, watching her shoulders tense up as she awkwardly shuffled on her feet.

“Nothing important,” Robyn dismissed with a wave of her hand.

“Nothing important,” Cecilia mocks her eldest sister, “You basically planned the rest of your lives together, I wouldn’t classify that as nothing.”

“I’m gonna literally kill you,” Robyn fiercely glares at Cecilia, “Mark my words!”

“Wow, I’m so scared,” Cecilia rolls her eyes.

“Imma show you scared, alright,” Robyn began to venture towards Cecilia but her father’s reflexes were quicker, and grabbed his daughter. Leroy keeps his grip strong, stopping Robyn’s actions of attacking her younger sister.

“How about we all go bake some cookies to settle down?” Leroy suggested, still holding his eldest daughter, waiting for her to calm down. Cecilia stuck her tongue out, spurring Robyn’s annoyance, who struggled to escape her father’s strong grip.

“That’s a good idea!” Imani agrees, clapping her hands.

Robyn’s parents made all of you settle into the kitchen, tasking each sibling with various tasks of baking gingerbread cookies. Luckily, you were given the easiest job, icing them after they cooled down whilst Robyn made the hot cocoa. For the rest of the night, Robyn and Cecilia were distanced furthest away from each other, hesitant if another sibling fight was to break out.

Your girlfriend’s irritation at her sister simmered down at the sight of you. Keeping her close to you made her mind hazy, forgetting all about the earlier argument and focusing all her affection on you. Being clingy with each other, Robyn hugged you from behind, kissing your neck as you giggled at her actions, miserably failing to put the icing on the gingerbread cookies.

Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring

The soul that you bring to the table

“Stop doing that, babe.” You squirm from her kisses, an easygoing smile evident on your lips. “I don’t wanna mess up the gingerbread cookies,”

“Why should I? You clearly love it.”

Her hands wander onto the inside of your pajama shirt, lingering her soft touch across your stomach, kneading at the flesh. Your girlfriend stares at you, viewing your side profile, observing your cute mimics, and admiring your beautiful melanin skin.

“I do, but the gingerbread cookies—“

“Will be fine besides everything you do is perfect,”

“So will you let me focus?!”

You thought so; it was worth a try.

“Nope.” she squeezed your waist tighter, resting her head against the back of your shirt, “Just pretend that I’m not here.”

“That’s quite impossible, I could never fathom you not being here.” She presses light kisses on your shoulders as her curly hair tickles your neck, giving you tiny goosebumps.

“Stop being sappy, that’s my job!”

“Never!”

One that makes me sing

In a minor key

She gently pecks your lips, and feeds you a marshmallow, both smiling in contentment at each other’s presence.

To end the night off, her parents stuck to their created tradition. It was a tradition in the Rook Household to watch Christmas movies every night in December, to keep the winter season alive. You thought it was cute, and instantly adored the little family tactic. Robyn didn’t mind her family’s tradition, quite accustomed to it from a toddler, and now since you were dating, no complaints left her mouth. As long as you were beside her, or holding her, she slept like a baby, comforted in your arms.

Eventually, on Christmas Day, extended family is invited over and that hassle is settled down again with the same method.

After hours of incoherent curses and overlapping yelling, the classical ‘Home Alone’ movie was finalized and everyone was huddled up on couches in the living room. Her siblings took the bigger couch, sitting directly in front of the television whilst you and Robyn sat on the right couch, partially facing the television and her parents sat opposite.

The lights were dim, giving the room a much cooler vibe to drift asleep in. Munching down on cookies and drinking hot chocolate as you snuggled up with Robyn with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two.

“I wish we could be like this forever,” she whispers in your ear.

“Me too.”

There were some beats of silence, canceling out the movie sound effects as you remembered the huge sibling dispute, regarding the topic of marriage, and Robyn wanting to be your future wife.

That innuendo Cecilia had teased you about clawed at your mind and made you anything but curious. Since it stemmed from a whole argument from Robyn, this discussion wasn’t a light topic to handle, but you wanted answers! You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Hopefully, there aren’t limited answers to the questions you desire to ask, which will leave you irritated. You want the whole truth, not the half or a quarter, you just want the full truth and if your girlfriend knows what’s best for her, she’ll be completely honest with you.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

Certainly, you misheard what your girlfriend’s sister had so brazenly said to you. Robyn wanted to marry you, sure it was a little stretch, you’ve been dating for 2 years now, so you didn’t think that thought would cross her mind. It didn’t even cross your mind. Never mind, that was a fucking lie, seeing as your Pinterest board is mostly dedicated to wedding-related content but you kept that private. Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong, apparently, that thought had crossed her mind, and it remained there.

So asking the question couldn’t hurt, right? Not that it was a complicated question which depends on your girlfriend’s response. Or maybe confirming your assumptions would end your overthinking once and for all.

“Hey, babe.” you look up at her.

And when you’re old, you’re old

Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring

“Mhmmm…” her attention no longer directed on the movie, peers down at you.

“About Cecilia’s earlier statement, is that true?”

At first, she stayed silent, contemplating her upcoming words. She exhaled slowly, nodding gently, and whispered back, “Yeah, it’s true.”

Your eyes sparkle in astonishment, “Really? You want to marry me?”

“I’d be crazy not to…and I know that might be moving too fast but I’ve never been so certain about anything else in my life..well besides dating you. You’re my absolute dream girl and someday I wanna make you my wife.”

You giggle, hiding away your flustered face, “But I don’t understand, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was kinda embarrassed,” she sheepishly admits, “Scared kinda.”

“Scared?!” You shake your head. “You?! The most confident girl I know was too scared to tell me this?!”

That soul that you bring to the table

One that makes me sing

“I was scared of your reaction; that you’d possibly freak out thinking I’m moving too fast in this relationship and end it all.”

“You’d really think I would break up with you over a future reference?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow, “It’s not a crime to think about those things, even I thought about our marriage from time to time.”

Robyn stared at you, shell-shocked as she stammered on her words, “You thought about it too?” Like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Of course, I did.” You reassured her, bringing your interlocked hands to your chest, and squeezing her hands tightly.

“No bullshitting, right?”

“No bullshitting whatsoever.”

All Robyn did was flash you a toothy grin and briefly peck your lips.

“Guess what, then?”

“What?” She bites her lower lip, brown eyes glowering at you.

“I wanna marry you too.” You stated.

“Why not we get—“

“Ehh Hey!! Lovebirds!” Cecilia whisper-shouts interrupt your lovey-dovey bubble.

“What?” Robyn grew agitated by her sister’s interruption.

“Keep it down! Some of us are trying to watch the movie.”

“Mind your own business then!” she rolls her eyes at her sister, throwing a pillow towards Cecilia.

“You’re really a fool in love,” You chuckle.

“Only a fool for you, I promise you that.”

“You’re a lovesick fool regardless.”

In a minor key

Diamond on your ring

This time she shifts her full attention onto you, eyes sparkling in admiration as a warm smile appears on her face, “Now, my darling wife, where were we?”

“Oh, so we’re starting the names early then?”

“Well, I definitely intend to make you my future wife, why not get a headstart?” She winks, gazing at her beloved girlfriend.

You pressed her lips against yours softly, seemingly making the kiss sweet and innocent. Tugging one of Robyn’s loose curls that dangled in her face, you pulled it behind her ear as your lips moved as one. You adored Robyn’s hair, thick voluminous curls flowing down to her neck and you couldn’t resist playing it in when she was close.

“I think that’s a great idea, my love.” You sigh, finally pulling away from the kiss, your thumb gliding across her soft cheeks as she smiles lovingly at you. Every day you wake up, guessing how truly lucky you are to be dating her, to be her forever girl, to be her future wife. Instead, she always reassures you that she’s the only lucky one to be dating such a unique woman as yourself. You two made each other complete, like pieces of a puzzle, longing to be together, destined to stay together forever, to overcome any obstacle thrown your way made to test your love. Robyn didn’t know what it was like to be truly in love and to experience severe heartbreak whenever you’re not around, and now she understands why couples are so clingy with each other. Now she fully comprehends why love languages are important to express, if not some, maybe all of them. Love is deemed too powerful, and the stability depends on both partners’ perseverance to keep their relationship thriving for the better. Robyn knew love changes a person, whether it is for better or for worse, weighing on the aspects of a healthy or unhealthy relationship. Without a doubt, Robyn knew you were her soulmate, from the moment everything connected with you two, and how perfect your kisses were, she couldn’t find a more perfect girl anywhere. You were her girl, her only girl, her perfect girl, and hopefully her forever girl.

Either way, you two were utterly obsessed with each other, and nothing or nobody could ruin it, not if both of you had anything to say.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

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[chyirly]

Me thinking about how if Spots' plan does come to fruition, not only will Miles see his dad die, but will probably see the remains of the Hamato family as well.

Gosh, he'll see Aaron Jr’s. corpse as he’ll most likely be far from the Hamato home to save them, and if it's only been a few months since ROTTMNTMovie happened, then he’ll only have a short amount of time to be happy with his son.

Anyway let's talk about how the writers confirmed that RiseRaph doesn't mind his siblings cursing, as long as they aren't offending anyone. (Don’t have the X post anymore)

Rise are a dramatic bunch, they don't mind cursing like a sailor but prefer to hold out for certain moments.

So for any crossover fics out there, here how some interaction could play out (not including Mutant Mayhem)(you don't have to listen to me) -

RiseMikey cursing - RiseMikey perfers to curse when angry, Delicate Touch and in the kitchen. He is seen as the youngest of all generations, actually the youngest and shortest, a baby. So when the others see him cursing, the reaction is usually ‘oh my god the baby just cursed’ and ‘oh my god he's scary’.

RiseDonnie cursing - RiseDonnie is prone to cursing when in his lab or being a mad scientist, he does curse in normal conversation as well. It's obvious to the other turtles that he's the most, obviously, openly unhinged Donnie in the group, so the others aren't that surprised, a little shaken that this Donnie curses in normal conversations instead of when pissed off, but relatively okay with it.

RiseLeo cursing - RiseLeo curses when in active conversation and when necessary, basically in comedic moments. Although the others are surprised that a Leo is actively choosing to curse, instead of it being unconsciously, they get over it quickly as it's obvious he's different from the other Leo’s.

RiseRaph cursing - RiseRaph curses in emotional moments, when angry or stressed, and does try to suppress himself but ultimately fails. The others are surprised that he tries not to curse, and do kind of expect him to when they expect it, he does not curse when they expect it, which makes it more jarring when he does curse.

GUESS WHOSE BACKKK!!!! I know I said I wanted to be more active, but when have I ever listened to myself.

In all actuality, I'm definitely just living in the space between fandoms right now, so probably don't expect TMNT stuff anymore, sorry.

Anyway, I've had this draft saved for almost 6 months now, and since I'm on break right now, why not post it?

I've been focusing on more traditional art stuff lately, so I probably will be only posting my WIPs for a while, till I finally get a digital drawing that I'm happy with.

Expect stuff from other fandoms! (probably not for another few months)

[xkaidaxxxx]

Kid's Murder

Geto x reader, Gojo x reader

Warning: Murder, brainwashed, manipulation, new light, happy ending.

no proof read sorry ya'll.

Reblogs are appreciated <3

“You’re a monster Suguru!” You yelled at him with tears running down your cheeks. “ Are you second guessing our life?” he asked. Your love for Suguru started during your 1st year of Highschool. As time passed by you two ended up dating. Bright and Happy. In love. When Suguru told you his future plans you didn’t care. You followed him. You were so blinded by love that you didn’t care to have him explain his entire process of his plan. He knew the girls he took in were more than likely to die, and so during your early twenties he wanted a son or daughter to carry on his ideals. To keep the cycle going in case he suddenly dies. You had twins at 19. Beautiful boys. Sena and Seiji. The pregnancy was surprisingly easy, same with birth. Suguru made sure he was there as much as he could while planning out what was cruel. When the twins turned 5…The eldest of them wasn’t a curse user. Sena. One Suguru came home feeling hurt. You saw blood on his cheek and hands. “ I tried saving him y/n. Our Sena.” he lied straight to you and since you were so naive you believe him. You were brainwashed and manipulated to the max. He got rid of his own son. As years passed by you ended up having 7 kids. Another set of twins and 3 single children. He killed off 3 out of the 7. Those murders with different stories. You were so fucking blind it was insane. Until you had 2 more kids. One day you were going to surprise Suguru and his daughter with lunch. It was an hour trip but it was alright. You heard their laughter and walked close enough to see the way Suguru made your little one scream and cry in pain. He then made it quick afterwards. You left running back. You got the kids fed and ready for bed. 

Children's names

Sena 

Kazumi 

Tadashi 

Aki 

Satomi 

You were going to search for help and the only people you thought of were your old classmates,teachers, and principle, Specifically Gojo Satoru. The strongest. One day you decided to take your children on a trip while their father was gone. They were so excited. You told them you’d take stops to different locations. The last one being where you knew Gojo goes to take a breather. To relax a bit. You enjoyed the time with your kids. Laughing, eating, taking photos. When you hit the last destination. You told them to set up the picnic you all decided to have “last minute”. You said you needed to use the bathrooms nearby. Instead you went into a hidden part of the forest. There he was. “ How did you know I’m here? Y/n.” Gojo asked. “ It’s always been your time to breathe and relax…I rolled the dice hoping you’d show here.” You replied, twiddling with your fingers. He noticed. You felt shameful having to ask for help. “What is it? Did you finally come to your senses after all these years?” he asked. You started crying silently, “I didn’t know Suguru was doing such cruel things.” you spoke. “You couldn’t be that stupid. You were so fucking blind and pathetic.” he replied looking at you directly. “ We h-had kids…ju-st recently..I witnessed hi-m murdering my youngest child a twin. My daughter. I noticed that the ones that died were non-sorcerers. The ones without curse energy.” you replied trying to hold back from more crying. Gojo felt awful. “ I can process him doing this to regular humans…but his own children..it's too much.” Gojo said. “ Mama!! Where are you!?” your son Sena called out. “Please Gojo help me. I can’t live with that man anymore. My kids…They can’t grow up to end up like him. They need a good environment to live in. I don’t want to lose them if they don’t agree with his ideals. Help me, I'm begging you.” You said falling onto your knees as Gojo looked away and didn’t respond to you. “Big brother… Is mama gone? Is she hurt? Did dada hurt her like he did with my twin.” Aki said, crying. Sena had his siblings in a line. You and Gojo heard him. “Please Gojo.” you begged. He helped you stand up again. He gave you a tight hug which you both needed. “ Let’s go now. I’ll support you and your kids from now on.” he said letting you go. “ I know the kids will want things from home.” you said. “ No we don’t.” Sena said. “ He hurt my siblings Mama,Right? Why?” Tadashi asked. You realized none of them needed anything from home. All they did was school and train. “ Your father lost his sanity.” Gojo said. “Let's get going. Leave everything behind. Any electronics as well.” You said. You walked back to the car putting everything inside. Sena lit the car on fire. Once you were all at a distance the car exploded and the flames burned incredibly strong. 

Children’s ages:

Sena 15 

Kazumi 11

Tadashi 10

Aki 5

Satomi 4

“ Mama, where are we going to live now?” Aki asked, holding her big brother’s Tadashi’s hand. “Somewhere safe sweetie.” you replied. Gojo carried Aki. “ My place. It’s very hidden. I will protect you all, don't worry.” Gojo replied. You knew he meant that. You didn’t want him to worry so you were going to hold up on your own as well. Satomi played with his blindfold. Hours passed. Gojo decided to keep you all close as you went shopping for daily necessities and fun things for the kids. Computers and phones for You, Sena, and Kazumi. He made sure you all had tracking devices for safety. Fun games. Board and online ones. He made sure their education will be good. He bought them school supplies and gave you their curriculums for the school year with the textbooks they’ll be needing. You’re a homeschool teacher and so you’ve taught them a lot. Once he took you all home they were shocked at how a hidden home could be so huge and luxurious. 

As they chose their rooms Gojo pulled you aside. “If you allow it, I'd like to take Sena to Jujutsu High. At least as a trial of 2 months. If he likes it, can he attend?” he said. “ A month and 2 weeks…if he wants to attend..he can but teach him all you can, to make him stronger, so he can protect himself and the relationships he makes along the way.” you said to him. “Yes. I will. I swear.” he replied. You nodded. He walked to the living room. “ Did you all choose a room?”  Gojo asked. They smiled and nodded. “ Satomi can have a room when she’s older, for now She’ll sleep with her mommy.” He said. “ Thank you sir!” they said in unison. “ No problem. Your mommy and I have known each other since we were in High School. Awesome right? She was a total weird and shy loser, however she’s a powerful person. A little bit near my level.” he said with a laugh he’s always had. “ Our mom isn't weird nor a shy loser!” Aki said. “ He’s right, I was weird and shy. He helped me get out of my shell. I kicked his ass only once, that's only because he had the flu.” You said taking Satomi from Kazumi. 

Months went on by. Sena did attend Jujutsu high. Gojo kept his promise. He trained Sena like no other. He taught him so much. When he’d come home to you and the kids. He helped them with the homework you gave them. He’d also help with Satomi. That little one is very energetic so he would tire her out with princess parties or playing who can get to mommy the fastest. With Kazumi and Tadashi he would teach them anything they’d need. One time you were busy with cleaning and Kazumi asked a terrifying question. “ Gojo. Is it true that periods hurt? When will I get mine?” she asked. It caught him so off guard. He was sweating and then put on his serious face. You and Shoko during those days were a pain to him and Suguru. You girls would complain a lot. He remembered how you girls complained about different painful spots. “Well… It will but every girl's body is different so who knows. I don’t know what age girls get it. Ask your mom about anything like that. She’s a female like you, so she’ll have loads of information about it. It’s good to know you trust me about asking things like that. Run along. Don’t forget to ask your mom and do your homework.” he replied. Kazumi left for her room. Gojo fell onto the couch and let out a huge sigh. He was panicking in his mind the entire time. “ Hey da- I mean Gojo…Is it okay If you can help me with math equations.” Tadashi said. Gojo was shocked. Tadashi called him dad. “ Yes of course. I’m always here if you need me okay.” he replied. 

There was a specific day where he bursted into tears.

“ I almost called him dad like 5 times…” Tadashi said to his siblings.  “Me too big brother” Aki replied. “ I did once..it felt normal. I apologized after. He said it was okay.” Kazumi added. “ I called him Dad in front of my classmates… They were all shocked. He didn’t deny me as his son. I keep wondering if he actually sees us as his kids…or if he was just trying to save me from embarrassment.” Sena said, playing with his shoe laces. Gojo was listening to them. He cried silently. Of course he did. After 2 months of you moving in with the kids, he started flirting with you. At first it was playful but after time he realized it was real. He started getting his shit together. He naturally became a father to them and a great boyfriend to you. “ Hey y/n..I heard them..they said Dad.” he said crying. You wiped his tears. “ I think that's beautiful. You are a great dad. You have your flaws but you’re a great dad. I love you Satoru Gojo.” you said. He kissed you passionately. The kids saw and gasped. “ Mama!” Satomi said. Gojo pulled away with a caught smile. “...does this mean… I mean..is it okay if we call you dad.” Kazumi asked. “ Sena, I didn't save you from embarrassment. I didn’t deny you because I think all of you kids are my own. My little, crazy, awesome angels.” Gojo replied. You held Gojo’s hand with a tight grip. Gojo always thought he’d never fall in love, that he’d never have kids, that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy life, it all faded away when he fell in love with you. “ Da..daa..dada.” Satomi said while having her cute little hands in her mouth. He carried her pecking her forehead. “That’s me.” he said happily. 

“ I love my babies and my Satoru.” You said. You were full of love and happiness. You all shared a big family hug.