#has to be focused on more.. maybe start planning out steps and take the baby steps you need

[misspygmypie]

A Tiny Tifosi?

Part of the "Meet & Greet... and more?" Universe Pairing: Lando Norris x Noah, Lando Norris x reader, Lando Norris x Baby Maebry, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz appearance Words: 1562 Request: Lando and yn taking mae and noah to a grand prix, but mae seems to favour other cars over her dad making lando jealous and upset. Masterlist

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Lando Norris had been eagerly counting down the days until this Grand Prix race weekend. It wasn’t just about the thrill of competition or the chance to showcase his racing skills. This particular weekend held a special excitement for him because it was an opportunity to share his high-octane world with Maebry for the first time. The stands were already packed with enthusiastic fans when Lando, accompanied by Y/N, Noah and Maebry navigated through the paddock.

Noah, ever the curious and energetic child, tugged on Lando’s hand. “Dad, can we go see the cars up close later? It’s been so long since we’ve been at a race!”

“Of course,” Lando, trying to mask his own excitement, smiled down at his son. “I’ve got a whole itinerary planned for you guys. We’ll see the cars, the pit lane and maybe even meet some of the other drivers. It’s Mae’s first visit so I have to make it special!”

Y/N, holding said girl securely in her arms, couldn’t help but notice Lando’s extra bounce in his step. “I think you’ve got your priorities straight,” she said, chuckling. “This is a special weekend indeed.”

Lando was eager to introduce his family to his colleagues and teammates. He had been looking forward to showing Maebry, who was just old enough to be fascinated by the colorful chaos of the Grand Prix, what his world was all about. The smell of gasoline and the roar of engines were like a symphony to Lando and he hoped Maebry would catch a bit of that magic.

When they finally arrived at Lando’s car, which was gleaming under the sunlight, he carefully lifted Maebry from Y/N’s arms and held her tiny hand up to the car’s sleek livery. “Look, Maebry, this is Daddy’s car. Isn’t it amazing?”

Maebry glanced at the car, then her attention darted to the car next to it. Lando’s heart sank as he saw her little eyes light up at the sight of the rival’s red machine. The Ferrari was practically winking at her with its bright red paint and Maebry was enchanted.

“Oh, come on,” Lando muttered under his breath, his smile twitching. “It’s just a car. Mine has more... character!”

Maebry giggled and reached out eagerly for the Ferrari. Lando tried to stay upbeat. “Maebry, sweetie, Daddy’s car is super fast and cool. It’s the best car here,” he said, his voice rising to a pitch that would make any public speaker proud.

Noah, who saw his sister gleaming at the red car, had to intervene. “Daddy’s car can totally beat that Ferrari in a race! It’s like, super duper fast,” he said, his McLaren pride clearly showing.

The girl, however, continued to be mesmerized by the Ferrari, her tiny fingers reaching towards it as if she was trying to pull it into her little world. Lando’s smile faltered completely and he felt an irrational pang of jealousy. “Why is she not into my car? Is it the color? I don't understand, it’s basically the superhero of cars!”

“She’s just discovering new things, Lando. It’s probably just the bright color. Ferrari does have a certain appeal,” Y/N tried to reassure him and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

Lando tried to laugh it off but it came out as more of a strangled chuckle. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just add ‘bright red’ to my car’s next upgrade, Zak will love that.”

As the race began, Maebry clapped her hands and squealed with joy as the engines came to life. Lando was focused on the track waiting for the race to start, determined to give his best performance but every time he glanced over at Maebry in the paddock club overlooking the pit lane he saw her pointing towards the rival car. It was like a constant reminder that his daughter had developed an unexpected crush on Ferrari.

Noah, meanwhile, continued to be Lando’s most enthusiastic cheerleader. “Go, Daddy,” he shouted, waving his flag energetically. Lando appreciated Noah’s support but every enthusiastic shout from his son felt like a band-aid on the gaping wound of his jealousy.

The race progressed with Lando pushing himself to the limit. He performed admirably, navigating the track with the precision and skill he was known for. However, the nagging thought of Maebry’s fascination with the Ferrari was a persistent distraction. It was as if every turn he took was accompanied by a mental image of Maebry gazing longingly at the rival car.

After the race, with Y/N, Noah and Maebry in tow, Lando approached the Ferrari motorhome. He tried to keep his spirits high, even as he recalled how he’d set up this meeting days earlier without a clue that Maebry would develop an almost magnetic fascination with Ferrari.

He took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare himself. He hoped the sight of his friends Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz would help take his mind off the day’s earlier frustrations.

The Ferrari motorhome was a hive of activity, filled with team members, fans and the occasional stray driver who had wandered in for a post-race chat. Charles and Carlos were engaged in animated conversation with a few of their team members, their faces lighting up with the energy of a good race and a job well done.

Lando, trying to appear casual despite the slight tinge of envy still gnawing at him, waved energetically. “Hey, guys,” he called out, his voice a bit too cheerful, like someone trying to overcompensate for a bad day and he cast a quick glance at Y/N when he heard her stifle a laugh next to him.

Charles and Carlos looked up from their conversation, their faces breaking into genuine smiles when they saw Lando and his family approaching. Charles waved back enthusiastically. “Hey, Lando! Great to see you all, come on in!”

Noah, bouncing with excitement, stepped forward. “I have so many questions for you two!”

Charles laughed, clearly enjoying Noah’s enthusiasm. “We’ve got time. We will answer all of them!”

Lando shifted Maebry in his arms so she could get a better view while trying hard to keep his cool. “Maebry, this is Charles and Carlos. They’re really good friends of Daddy’s.”

Charles and Carlos turned their full attention to Maebry. “Hi, Maebry,” Charles said with a warm smile. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

Carlos added, “Do you like racing, Maebry?”

Maebry’s eyes widened as she looked around, then her gaze locked onto the Ferrari logo on the side of the building. Without hesitation she pointed at it with the excitement of a kid who just discovered chocolate.

Lando’s heart sank even further. “Seriously? I might need to get her a McLaren onesie and start over.”

“Looks like we’ve got a tiny Tifosi on our hands,” Carlos said with a playful grin and exchanged an amused look with Charles. “Ferrari is pretty iconic.”

“That’s a great choice, Maebry,” Charles added. “Ferrari is all about history and passion, it’s hard not to be impressed.”

Y/N gave Lando a sympathetic look. “She’s just discovering her favorites. It’s perfectly okay and it doesn’t mean she doesn’t love your car.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Lando forced a smile, though he still felt a twinge of disappointment but he didn’t want to make a scene in front of his friends. “I just wanted her to be excited about my car, too…”

Carlos, noticing Lando’s subdued mood, decided to lighten the atmosphere. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small Ferrari keychain. “How about a little keepsake for Maebry?”

Maebry’s face lit up and she eagerly reached for the keychain. Lando, trying to suppress his feelings, joked: “Maybe I should just repaint my car Ferrari red and call it a day.”

“Don’t worry, Lando,” Charles clapped Lando on the back, “we’ll make sure she knows how awesome McLaren is too.”

As they chatted, Maebry continued to admire the Ferrari keychain, her attention completely absorbed by the small emblem. Lando watched her intensely, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. His daughter’s fascination with the rival team was a hard pill to swallow but he couldn’t deny the joy on her face.

With goodbyes exchanged and a few more photos taken, Lando’s family left the Ferrari motorhome. Maebry clutched her new keychain, her face beaming with happiness, while Noah chattered excitedly about the day’s events.

Later, as Lando carried a sleepy Maebry on his shoulder, her little fingers holding onto the Ferrari keychain and a souvenir flag, he felt mixed emotions. Despite the day’s earlier frustrations, seeing her so content and peaceful made his heart swell but he was still jealous.

Y/N looked at Lando with a knowing smile. “You did great out there and Maebry had a blast, even if she’s got a bit of a rivalry going with your car.”

“I guess she’ll have her favorites just like everyone else. At least she had fun,” Lando chuckled softly, shaking his head. 

Noah, still buzzing from the day’s excitement, grabbed Lando’s hand. “Dad, you were awesome! Even if Maebry likes the other car, you’re still the best!”

“Thanks, buddy,” Lando said, squeezing Noah’s hand. “That means a lot.”

As they walked to their car Lando glanced down at his daughter. Maybe one day she’d appreciate his car’s greatness - or at least learn to love both Ferraris and McLarens.

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AN: This request made me chuckle so hard lmao I had so much fun writing this!! (Also, the irony of me writing this after the past weekend 😭)... Anon I hope you like it and if not let me know and I can rewrite 😊🫶

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[satoruhour]

how nanami would react to you (his wife) being needy when he comes back from work pls <3

a/n: hehe / 1.6k

warnings: f! masturbation, pleasure dom nanami, pet names, usage of sex toys (vibrator + dildo), nanami listens in for a bit, clit stimulation, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, face-sitting, clothed sex, a bit of degradation, p → v penetration, riding, cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied second + subsequent rounds, n*sfw under the cut

“honey?” nanami calls out to the seemingly quiet home. there’s no sounds coming from the kitchen, which is a normal occurrence for you, pots and pans clanging in a rush to make sure dinner’s ready before your husband returns, even after he insists that there’s no hurry. but of course, he’s overtimed for quite a while, leaving the office around 7.30, so he doesn’t think it’s weird that you aren’t in your usual apron and slippers.

but he doesn’t smell dinner, either, the faded fragrance of whatever it is you planned to make wafting through the house; nothing. and then fear takes over as nanami scours the place, dress shoes clicking uncomfortably on the floor reminds him of an explosive — maybe you’ve been taken hostage, maybe you have a bomb attached to you, but the further he enters into your home, the more he doesn’t hear the matching sounds of a timer against the heel of his shoe.

it’s more of a low hum, when he finally ascends the stairs. one step by one step, nanami gets closer to the source: an unceasing buzz of a toy, and your quiet whimpers muffled by the duvet, the thrashing of your legs and the squelch of your dripping cunt as it sucks in your dildo. your husband internally sighs in relief, but he kicks out the previously terrifying vision before and focuses on your sounds.

“ken— s-shit…” nanami wipes his sweaty palms on his slacks, sparing a glance to the dick print already showing through the fabric and thinking if he should respect your space to let you finish or if he should just offer to help. ah, nanami, always the caring husband, but he knew chivalry would only make you more needy, so he sounds a quick rapt on the door and opens it, arriving to the sight of his pretty wife spread out so nicely.

“ah! what- kento!” your hair is tousled all over, some sticking to your skin. with chest heaving, you try to catch your breath as the toy you’ve been using dies out, clearly not able to take your multiple lacklustre orgasms. from the door, nanami’s eyes shift down to your cunt, wet and soaking the sheets, your cute apron swiped to the side. his eyes soften just a little seeing your fucked out expression, and even more so at the way you don’t cover yourself—

nanami makes you feel so damn good about your body that you have no room for insecurity and he thinks you look like an absolute goddess like this, imperfections and all. the soft pleas leaving your mouth is just the cherry on top.

“hey sweetheart… need some help?” and he feels his heart clench when you nod shyly and mutter a soft ‘please‘, hand reaching for his once he comes close enough to the bed. your husband goes in for a passionate kiss, twining his fingers with yours as the other sifts through your hair. it’s always vulnerable with nanami, laying down and pulling you atop him easily.

“no, baby,” nanami has one hand on your middle to stop your hips from moving, brushing the hair that falls out from your barely-together bun behind your ears, “want you to sit on my face. can you do that, sweetheart?”

“but what if i…” you pout, holding the hand that fumbles with your hair, pressing a soft kiss to his open palm.

“aht, aht, what’d i say about worrying about me?” nanami just smiles, ready to suffocate between your thighs, at the mercy of your sweet arousal. he nudges you forward as you scoot up his body knee by knee, until you’re hovering over him. he can smell you from here, puffy clit jutting out from how many times you’ve cum rubbing it. just after are your folds, leaking pure nectar that starts to pool; his tongue laps it up before it drops. “i’d be happy to perish if it was your pretty little pussy suffocating me.”

you roll your eyes even when his words had a clear effect on you, “since when were you so dramat— f-fuck!” nanami dives in without warning, licking and sucking your clit with his tongue, eyes closed from enjoying his meal. your lover groans, pulling you down more and more although you still subconsciously hover, “put your weight on me, princess. do it.”

nanami plunges his tongue into your hole, nose nudging your clit and it’s the one thing that gets you releasing your hold on your thighs, choking out mewls of desperation as you grind down on his face. soon, your hands take hold of his blonde hair, too, tugging on him to get him deeper. there’s a sharp inhale from below you and you meet his eyes, the stoic, dead look and yet you know the look of the overflow of love and lust for you anywhere — it can only be found in nanami kento’s eyes.

“k-kentoo… feels s’good…” you moan, pulling your weight back to support yourself with your arms, with the intent to land a hand on his aching dick. you squeeze, earning a low groan from the other at your sneaky move and he removes his mouth from you for a second.

“sneaky lil slut, aren’t you?” nanami laughs breathlessly before latching back onto your pussy, sending vibrations through your body when you press down on his cock once again. he loves it, hips lifting off the bed to meet your hand, while yours ground down on his relentless tongue.

“dirty baby… mhmp— my pretty, pretty wife sitting here, frilly apron and all,” nanami reaches up to turn your face down towards his, “fucking herself while i wasn’t home. i’m not sure if she deserves to cum.”

you immediately whine, the prospect of being denied your orgasm makes you delirious, abandoning your initial mission to tease as you switch to grinding your lower half into nanami’s face. “kento— i wanna cum, p-ple— oh, fuck!”

his tongue has descended to your hole, his thumb rubbing your clit instead. the sensations are too much, back arching and legs closing in around your husband’s head. “’m close— can i c-cum, please? please please mmfh—”

he could never hold you back from what’s natural, after all, he loves seeing you come apart, moans stuck in your throat and skin glimmering with a slight sheen of sweat — he’s memorised how you cum at this point, and you do just that when your thighs thrash around his head, hips stuttering as you come undone.

“cumming—! ’m cumming, ’m cumming!” you cry out his name, riding out the delicious high. nanami doesn’t stop his ministrations, helping you through your climax until you’re pushing at his shoulders because you’re so sensitive. 

nanami is far from done, though, helping you to scooch back down as he sits up, capturing your lips in a slow kiss. you taste yourself on his mouth, cumming so much that when you pull away, there’s a string that connects your lips together and nanami has to compose himself.

“you okay?” you wordlessly nod, making quick work of his pants, hearing a relieved sigh escape from the other when his cock is finally out. he has a pretty dick, always in awe before you have to take him, but you do it with no problem, the mushroom tip stretching your hole as you sink down on him. you’re so wet that your juices are dripping down his shaft, easing your way down as he mumbles praises in your ear, sending the hairs on your arm standing when he lets out a guttural groan once he bottoms out.

“there’s my girl… taking me so fuckin’ well,” nanami pecks your forehead as you start to move, arms looped around his shoulders for stability as you bounce on his cock, cries of his name interrupted by your moans. “feel so tight for me, shit.”

“’s all for you, kento,” you babble, tits bouncing as you make work of your hips. your thighs feel like cramping, your core is aching, but nanami’s fat cock just feels so good in you, filling up every part of your cunt that you can hardly give a shit, “my pussy’s y-yours… ah!”

“yeah? mine for me to cum in?” nanami wraps his arms around you, both of you falling back though it doesn’t stop your man from thrusting up into you. it’s so deep, hitting a spot that you let out a loud whimper, body limply sagging against your husband’s as he continues to ram into your poor, little cunt. with each thrust, there’s the slap of his pelvis against your ass, your cum making webs that connect his hips to your core and he’s groaning about how you got so tight from wanting to be filled.

“ye—yeah, yeah, wan’ your cum, kento,“ you mumble with a whine, your second orgasm approaching while your let him ruin you, cumming on a particular thrust that has your body tensing and muscles spasming, profanities and obscene sounds falling from your mouth before the man below you grunts.

“good girl, t-take my cum, baby,” nanami whispers, receiving drunken ‘yes’s’ from you and his thrusts halting before his eyes are rolling back, spurting his seed into you. he releases deep into you, thick ropes of cum that fill up your pussy until it’s spilling out from the sides. “that’s it…”

but while nanami is ready to receive your drowsy, lovestruck state, you have other plans, sitting up just a little while your hips continue to bounce on him. small pants leave your mouth, the sloppy, lewd sounds that your pussy makes only spur nanami on again, holding your body close to his while he promises to take care of his wife like a good husband does, indulging in your indecent desires, fucking you like a good girl and pumping you full of his cum until it’s all you can think about.

[lanadelnegan]

Omg I love your work so much, I check your page everyday to see the stuff u post and I love it!!! Could you maybe write some fluff for a reader that’s feeling a little depressed, and negan just is a real sweetheart to them and just wants to see them be happy? Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Hiiii love, omg that is so kind of you. I'm sorry for being inactive lately and for this taking so long. School and work have been so busy but I'm trying!

The Notebook

Negan x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: Negan plans a romantic movie night for the two of you after you've been feeling down. No smut, just fluff and Negan being sweet and gentle with you.

"Y/n… Negan wants to see you."

You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling as you tried to ignore Simon, hoping he'd take the hint and leave.

“Y/n?”

“I heard you.”

Simon stood at your doorway, waiting for you to get up but to his surprise, you remained still. Unwilling to move an inch from the bed you’ve been glued to for a week.

“Tell him I’m not in the mood.” You mumbled, flipping over on your side to face the wall.

Moments passed and just as you were starting to drift off, you felt arms slide underneath you, lifting you off the mattress and into the arms of your Savior.

“Negan… what are you..”

“Shhh, baby. Don’t ask questions.” You felt his lips press into the top of your head as he carried you down the hall and to his bedroom.

When you got to the room, he gently set you down and you rubbed your eyes before looking around and seeing candlelight and rose petals spread across the dimly lit room.

“Negan.. What is this?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I - I do, but to be honest.. I’m really not in the mood for..”

“For your favorite movie and some cuddling?” He asked innocently, holding up The Notebook dvd.

For the first time in a week, you managed to smile.

“Let’s get you showered and cleaned up first, yeah? Then we’ll relax and I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Sound like a plan?” He asked, sliding his hand along your cheek before leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

A tear rolled down your cheek when you closed your eyes to kiss him. You tried looking down, but his finger caught your chin, tilting it up to meet his gentle gaze.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to be happy. No more tears tonight, got it? Too fuckin' pretty to cry.” His thumb wiped the tear off your cheek as he gave you another soft peck on the lips.

“Come on..” he said, and you felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that you hadn’t had the energy to shower recently. But Negan made you feel comfortable and unashamed, so you relaxed a little, letting him lead you to the bathroom.

Once he locked the door, he walked closely to you, gently pulling your shirt over your head. His gaze lingered on your exposed chest for a moment too long, but he kept his promise and comments to himself as he focused on guiding your pants and underwear down your legs. Once you were both naked, you stepped into the hot shower and he followed behind you.

You moaned softly as the water fell over you, washing your sadness away. He squeezed some shampoo in his hand before lathering it in your hair and massaging your scalp, tilting your head back under the water.

"I fuckin' love you, doll. You know that right? I'm here any time you wanna talk."

"I don't wanna talk, Negan. Just being here with you is enough."

"Well, my door is always open for you, baby."

Once your hair was rinsed, he pulled you closer, pressing your bodies against each other as he held you tightly. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his hairy chest.

"Total transparency? I am tryin really hard not to get fuckin hard right now."

You giggled, glancing down between the two of you. "You're not doing a very good job."

He chuckled, looking down with you. "Sorry, doll. He has a mind of his own."

He finished rinsing you both off, and helped you step out of the shower. You felt much better now that you were clean and wrapped in a soft towel. You both got dressed, wearing the same thing - one of Negan's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.

"You look so much better in my clothes than I do. And considering how incredibly sexy I am, that says a lot." He gave you a flirty wink, making you blush and roll your eyes. "Now get your cute ass in my bed while I put our movie on."

"Yes sir." You said happily, falling into his bed and curling up under the covers. After turning off the lights and starting the movie, he climbed into bed with you, immediately pulling you into his arms and snuggling you.

"Aren't you tired of this movie?" You asked him. "I've made you watch it a hundred times."

"And it puts a smile on your face. So I'll watch it a hundred more." He said softly, kissing the top of your head.

You giggled, scrunching your brows. "When did big, bad Negan turn into such a romantic?"

"After watching The Notebook a hundred times I guess."

[luna-writes-stuff]

The type my favourite Arcane characters would fall for:

With Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlin, Ekko, Jinx, Silco, and Vander

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Viktor:

Viktor is very much a person who prefers solitude over social interactions. He focuses on his job more than anything, and can not quite find the time nor energy to do anything after that. Though he loves to find solace in lonesome rooms, he needs a little sunlight occasionally; metaphorically and literally. Someone who drops in once every two hours to get him a drink, a note or simply sit next to him to distract him from his project momentarily. You could sit on an empty chair at his side, observing his work from a safe distance, careful to not shove your nose in there. Tiny questions would escape you, such as “what is that?” Or “why are you using that?”, and he would be delighted to answer them. Sometimes, he’d pull off his goggles to look at you shortly, a tiny smile gracing his face, before he returns to his work. You’d get along with Jayce quite easily - maybe too easy, but it’s all in good manners. Viktor tries to make time for you and take short breaks, but more often than not, he gets so caught up, he cannot afford the distraction. Jayce is more than happy to entertain you for the time being; he rather enjoys your presence as well.

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Jayce:

Jayce oozes charisma. Now usually, fire and fire don’t go well, but match his energy, and this is man is smitten. Absolutely at loss for words. Desperately in love, if you will. You tease him; the words disappear on his tongue. Now come the heart-eyes. You’d walk down the halls, and you could simply feel his eyes on you. He’d halt any conversation he held and stare at you in silence. Respectfully. Would you work in the same lab as him, this man cannot focus to save his life. Your jokes, your smile, your witty remarks….He’s gone. The worst is when you radiate serotonin. A job gone right, a good song, a funny joke? Anything that makes you smile, makes his heart skip a step. You know that hollow feeling in your stomach, but the good one? That’s him. He’s quick to pick up on little things you do once you get excited: Clap your hands, squeal, jump up and down, squeezing your hands in fists? He sees it. And there is that pit again.

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Mel:

Listen, this woman is so busy and booked, she tends to miss out on the little things. She needs someone who will take little times a day where they will take a short walk, or do some painting together. Anything to get her mind off of work or business for a short second. A spontaneous decision often takes her aback, as she likes to plan things out, but once she trusts you, it’s all in, baby. During council meetings, you’ll sit on the side, silently calming her down when things get hectic or chaotic. You help her plan things out, but leave room for the fun things. She treasures this so much, she cannot even begin to explain it to you. Small touches on your arm or hand constantly to remind her you’re still there. Ironically enough, it keeps her from overworking. You’re simply so soothing to her.

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Caitlin:

Bamf. Do I need to elaborate? Caitlin is the type of person to see the good in everyone, no matter how tiny it will be. ‘How bad can they be?’ is a regular question from her. She can be attracted to anyone, really. But if there was one type to capture her heart, it’s the bamf. The person who says things as they are, does as they please, witty remarks, teasing winks etc. The impression you leave on her is large, and she is in awe immediately. Even if she claims to not be amused. She is. Her heart is almost beating out of her chest. Someone get her some help, please. If you start flirting with her, this poor woman does not know what to do. Her cheeks turn red, her ears heat up, she freezes on the spot. But she loves it so much, though she would never admit it. And it’s great to get her flustered.

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Vi:

Sure, Vi would love a badass and independent partner. But when that partner has a soft spot for children? Always sees the good in everything? Smiles when someone says hi? Don’t get me started. The way your voice changes when you speak to someone in a friendly manner: gone. Bye-bye, Vi. She is a bit rough around the edges, and can come of as cold at times. You contradict that in the best ways possible. Your kind waves to everyone you pass, the ‘how are you?’ when trying to pay for something, your loving hugs…All the things she’d 100% fall for. No question about it. She insists on holding your hand at all times. She says it is because you like it, but let’s be honest. She is not planning on letting you go and likes to let everyone know, you are indeed taken. 10/10 the type to make-out in public when someone takes your friendliness a bit too extreme. Her hand tugging on your waist, the glare shot towards the one flirting with you? Oof.

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Jinx:

Jinx has a teasing tone, as everyone might know. Though she could use someone to work against that, she would not necessarily find herself attracted to it. If you decide to throw a confetti bomb her way though? You just got yourself a new girlfriend. She is the type to cause mayhem anywhere and everywhere. If she finds someone to do that with, her heart is taken. There are times her emotions tend to get the best of her. You’ll have to calm her down gradually before she does anything stupid. Offer a listening ear, a supportive arm, and she’ll eventually calm down. She loves to do stupid things with you, but she needs breaks. Sit with her and help her tinker with new ideas. Your voice can truly be enough to simply soothe her.

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Ekko:

Ekko has a soft spot for nerds, no one can convince me otherwise. And I’m not talking technology nerd. I’m talking info-dumping nerd. Someone who knows a little bit about everything. With anything he encounters, you are able to tell a fun story behind that. “Is that a raven?” “Actually, it’s a crow. Did you know crows actually remember people and voices and can even hold a grudge against you? Even worse, crows gossip. What? They do.” Man has fallen head over heels. Your little ranting and rambling makes him feel all giddy inside. He actually used to hate it, but as he grew to realize it was love, he began to accept it. Now, the feeling is welcomed. He can listen to you talk for ages, as cheesy as it might sound. And he remembers everything you tell him. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t, so you could tell him again. You know you ramble, and you have often been told to shut up. So, when you notice you’re ranting again, you always stop suddenly, offering a meek ‘sorry’. He will not hesitate to shake his head wildly, grabbing your hands in reassurance, claiming he wants to hear more. And it’s not to make you feel better, he genuinely enjoys your little talks. It’s one of the things that makes you so special to him. He treasures every single word spoken to him.

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Silco:

Now, Silco is not an easy one to fall. Not at all. Even with you, it might not have been love at first sight. You had to grow on him. But your mind, and your strategies? They were phenomenal since day one. And though he simply shrugged at it at first, he found himself being attracted to you for that exact reason. You had a solution to every problem, and you had a way of thinking that he simply adored. And from there, he started noticing other things about you. Had your eyes always held that sparkle in them? Were your hands always that delicate? Had your voice always sounded that soothing? It wasn’t until you once laid a hand on his shoulder to shake him out of dreamland, that he realized that he had indeed fallen. Because that touch seemed to linger on his shoulder even as you walked back to your seat at the table. And your eyes silently asking him if he was okay, suddenly looked so different. And then it all clicks. From that day on, his behavior towards you completely changes. Now he wants you in the room with him. Now he wants your opinion on everything. Now you have to follow him wherever he goes. He needs you closer to him now than ever before.

——

Vander:

Listen. Dad friend meets mom friend. It’s meant to be, what else can I say? Your warm-hearted personality, the way you kneel down when talking to children, your reasonable words always interrupting fights. That’s just a short list of things he adores about you. Being the voice of reason, but with that compassionate tone is something he greatly admires. Perhaps more than people usually would. But of course, carrying the day on your shoulder and trying to remain kind to others can take quite a toll on a person. At night, when you’re sure others will no longer come look for you, you tire yourself with thoughts of the day. He often comes to visit you around this time so you will not be alone. You share your worries with each other, but also try to encourage each other to keep it up. Those talks are something so precious and intimate to him. And he keeps on doing these even after being your partner through the years.

[djarinova]

"Am I your lockscreen?"

jean kirstein x gn reader

content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone words - 1k

"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"

Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him. 

The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner. 

"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!" 

Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings. 

The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court. 

"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."

You scoff, trying your best to ignore him. 

His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth. 

"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."

And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps. 

You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering. 

"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing." 

His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.

"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—" 

Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.

“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.

ShitShitShit

Jean grimaces. 

Act dumb.

“What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”

Not that dumb.

You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes. 

"And you're sure about that, huh?" 

"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…" 

You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head. 

"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"

Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly. 

God. That was a mess.

“Jean?”

He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.

“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly. 

You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him. 

“Jean, would you please look at me?”

He doesn't.

“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”

You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.

“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.” 

Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt. 

“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”

Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.

“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.” 

You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.

“Why didn't you want me to know?”

“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.

You shake your head.

“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”

“Okay.” Jean smiles.

“Just promise me one thing—”

“Anything.”

“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”

Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.

Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.

Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.

“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”

Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.

“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”

[flymetosnarryland]

A little progress.

I'm working on "Infraction." My precious baby, uh. This art is part of it in a way. Eileen Prince and Tobias Snape. When people are falling in love everything seems easy, but then life happen.

(I'd like to talk about how things are going with Infraction.)

I'm back on it since couple of weeks and working on it is intense (my brain is literally boiling). I don't think I ever planned a story for that long. The first idea has born 6th January this year. I was writing down (like crazy) everything I wanted to be in this fic. During first months it was chaotic and messy, but brought me so much joy. When I've had everything that (I thought) I needed, I wrote first chapters, yeah. And then shared them, because was so excited about all of it and just couldn't wait. Gosh.

Now I... hm... well, maybe not "regret" it, but I think, I totally should have wait. Why is that? First thing first, this story is not ready yet for being written in, you know, final version. It's too fat, lol.

I may want too much from it. There is a lot, like, seriously, A LOT of things to cover. First notes took me around 80 pages and it had many gaps in it (too much if you ask me). Things I needed to figure out and fill in, in the same time making everything work together. Because this Snarry is not sprinkled with crime. It's filled with murder, political shenanigans, family shiteshow and tough, not always appropriate, love. There are secrets and lies, blackmails and history that matter. Backstory of many people, whose actions over the years supposed to bring us to the point where we are now. And, you know, all of it gives me the thrill. First time in my life I feel like a true Puppet Master.

So, couple weeks ago I started to write a proper outline, if I can call it like that. To put everything in order and, going from the very beginning, to fill all the gaps. To answer all the questions I was asking myself in notes. To figure out the missing clues, some details without I couldn't go further and with that - to find out how characters will change facing new situations. How they will grow (I really love this part). Sometimes I think, "why am I even doing it?" I could just write some cosy, little fic where Harry and Severus' silly problems would be the main goal of the story. Like, focusing on them should be enough, right? Why am I going for all the other things, if I just want them to shag and have their happy end after all? 😂

Well, if it's not for fun, I don't know the other reason. The level of excitement is just incredible. I don't know, if what I'm writing is good or bad. If it really has sense, because I've always seen myself rather as a potato, not as a great mastermind who can plot some good shite, you know. That said, "Infraction" feels even more challenging that I ever thought it will be. But I feel deep inside that I can do it. Going step by step where the main plan leads and... it just feels good.

I've started in October 1989. Now I'm in January 2011. It means that I managed to finish everything that happen before the fic starts, lol. And, actually, I almost covered the first part of the book. So, two more to go? Hehe. It'll take time, yes. It's crazy how much I want to continue writing the main chapters, not only swim in the plan-phase. Drawing the series of "Muggle London" art helped me a lot with easing this itch. However, it's still there. I know, though, that I have to finish it. The whole outline, I mean. Without it, things can go south.

That said, I can't tell how long it will take. Couple weeks? Maybe months. This is really... a lot of work and I want to be proud of it. Even more so, because this fic means a lot to me. I know it may not be, you know, mind blowing or something. But I hope that giving it all my love, it could be, you know, not that bad for reading, hehe.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

For my sugar baby!ransom peeps:

Big Bills Get My Attention

Warnings: ass/anal play (eating), teasing, dirty talk, power exchange dynamic, sugar relationship, slight degradation, ransom in a thong, semi risky/public setting, keeping the boss busy while on a conference call, no editing

A/N: credit to @howdoyousleep3 (edit bestie I can't recall why I've credited you but honestly, it's deserved.)

The message from an hour ago burns in his thoughts as he showers.

My office, 7:30. Wear the blue if you wanna earn that ski trip.

The blue one. Shit. What are you going to do to him? His cock chubs up even as he thoroughly cleans up after his intense work out of the club. Ransom ignores it. Focus is key if he is going to make it to your office in time.

If you were planning to work so late that he had to go to your office for this, it meant you were stressed. It meant being on his best fucking behaviour because you always knew, by some fucking bullshit, if he took the edge off before seeing you. He wanted the night to end with him cumming across your desk, or god with his cum ruining your trousers.

You've ruined his slacks enough time, maybe tonight he'll finally get to return the favour.

He finishes up quickly, goes through his standard skincare routine even though he will have to do it again after your session, and gets dressed. The blue thong is snug against his crotch and he swears to himself the entire drive into the city that he only fucking wears them because it makes you more generous. It has nothing to do with how the string splits his ass cheeks right in two, the tantalising feeling that has him shifting in the seat of his beemer.

He parks in the garage under the building and pulls his security card from the glove box. The security guard nods at him as he swipes through, and he swipes it again in the lift to get to your floor. The lights are dimmed and your assistant has already gone home as well. You prepared for this session as well then.

The door to your office is open. Ransom takes a steadying breath. Ski trip, long weekend with the boys, fucking some snow bunnies. He focuses on the important things as he steps into your room.

But the air is knocked out of his lungs anyway.

You sit behind your desk, jacket off and the buttons of shirt undone to the centre of your chest. It shouldn't be so fucking hot to see you like this. You look like a regular person, but the power you possess goes right to his cock anyway.

"Strip." You don't even look at him when you bark the command. "You're 10 minutes late, Hugh."

Fucking traffic. He busted his balls to get over here. Ransom removes all his clothes except the thong while you clear a space on your desk. When you finally look at him you give him an appraising look, one that doesn't give away if you're pleased with how he looks. His chest tightens when you raise an eyebrow at him.

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Good boy," you hum. "Now get that pretty body over here. Want to look at your ass while I have listen to this fucking board meeting."

Thank fuck. Ransom walks over to your desk and grab hold of his hips. Your fingers dig into the meat of him, forcing him to bite his tongue to stay quiet. The inspection of him continues, your eyes assessing quickly, your hand moving to cup his bulge through the lacy material of his panties. The longer this goes on, the more his cock chubs up. You kiss it before turning in around and bending him over your desk.

With his ass directly in your face, he is goddamn happy he started taking waxing seriously. The feel of your hand running over his smooth skin sends pleasure up his spine and straight back to his cock. Your desk is cold on his skin as he settles in.

"Don't make a sound," you say before the familiar chatter of the video call comes on.

Ransom settles in, crossing his arms under his head. He's not concerned about being seen, your camera is off the moment you say your greetings. Voices drone on, discussing shit that maybe he should care about if he took his fake contractor role seriously, but he doesn't.

They don't pay his bills. They don't give him black cards to private clubs or make sure he gets tables at restaurants, you do. So he focuses on the tease of your hand. The way your fingers scrape across his low back, your thumb rubbing circles into his ass cheek. He sighs, if this is all it takes to get a ski trip paid, for he could die a happy man.

It's only when your mouth touches his skin that makes any complaint.

"Jesus," he hisses.

The hard pinch on his ass is the only warning he gets before you are speaking again to the directors. You say something about moving some shit to next quarter, then your mouth is back on him.

You place open mouth kisses on his ass while your fingers tug at the string of his thong. He clenches his fists at the tension, fighting the urge to squirm. It's not uncomfortable, but the tug against his half hard cock makes him want more.

And you have always been so good about giving what he needs, more than what he wants.

Your tongue slides from his half exposed sac to his hole and Ransom nearly comes off the desk. Both of your hands move to his ass cheeks and press him wide open.

"Stay quiet and be a good little slut for me, Hugh. Let daddy treat this hole right."

Oh fuck he hopes you muted your mic. He hopes you don't stop either. Your tongue laps at his hole over and over again, your spit dribbling down to his balls. His cock is fully hard and furious it isn't getting attention. Ransom rolls his hips experimentally, just to see what you'll do.

"No," you pull away and he thinks he's fucked it. "Send Johnson to me if he keeps saying stupid shit."

When your mouth returns to his asshole, you push his hips down into the desk, adding pressure to his cock. He doesn't fight the instinct. Ransom humps your desk like the slut you want him to be while you make a mess of his hole. His breath comes out faster and faster, higher too as he tries to keep his noises to a minimum.

God does he want to fucking cum though. He needs it. His balls draw up and his spine tingles. Your tongue pushes into the ring of his ass and stars fucking burst behind his eye lids. His hips stutter as he loses himself to his climax, to the mess he is leaving on your desk.

The euphoria washing over him keeps going, you keep going, until his hole is too sensitive. His cum cools against his skin, the lace sticking to his cock, but you don't stop.

"Daddy," he whines as softly as he can.

You fucking slurp at his ass in response. It's only when he is panting and his cock is valiantly trying to get hard again that you pull away. Your fingers clench around his ass cheeks and he whimpers.

"I know, pretty boy, you stay quiet. Let me have this peach until the meeting's done. Then Daddy'll give you a proper good bye before your trip."

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon’s Month - Purple (Rain)

day 7! @youngroyals-events

Through the power of Prince, Simon tries to pull a prince. Well, an ex-prince.

read below or on ao3 (1.2k, T)

Simon keeps glancing over at him from across the pub. Of course he does, how can he not? The ex-prince is beautiful, but it’s also the fifth time he’s been to this pub while Simon’s performing and he’s still yet to make a move. Though Simon has caught him staring dozens of times now, they’ve not exchanged one word. It definitely won’t be Simon who starts it now. Not only would flirting with royalty (even former royalty) go against every moral standing of his sixteen-year-old self, it’s become a sort of game now. How many times will he catch the little prince looking tonight?

Maybe, Simon thinks, if he performs a song that makes the first move, invites over the pretty man with the cheekbones and the auburn hair through the lyrics, then it doesn’t really count, and technically he still won.

Turning to his guitarist for the evening (a young guy named Sock, was it? Simon really needs to find a new pub; he’s tired of these poser punk types with their five-hundred dollar ripped black jeans and 4-karat nose piercings), Simon asks, “You know anything off Purple Rain?”

Sock stares blankly up at him, guitar pick dangling loosely from his lip.

“You know… the Prince album?”

There’s more blank staring.

“Are you kidding?” Simon huffs.

From over Sock’s shoulder, the drummer, Manny, shakes their head in disappointment. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot. Which song are you thinking?”

Relieved that at least one from his band has some taste in music, he holds out both hands, reaching for Sock’s guitar. “Give me that. No, just take five for this song. This is punishment for not knowing Prince.” Simon watches Sock’s eyes flick over to the corner of the pub where he knows that other prince is sitting, and it makes him even more astonished. “Not that prince. Goddamnit, Sock, just go out back and listen to some Prince, okay? The music artist, Prince. I beg you.”

Ignorant kid out of his sight, and electric guitar in hand, Simon turns back to his drummer and bassist to plan.

A few minutes later, they take the stage.

As Manny bangs out the introduction, Simon lets his eyes roam over the crowd. He can see a few older folk who’ve already recognized the song, and that makes him smile. For now, he keeps his eyes away from the ex-prince, focusing on arranging his fingers on the fretboard of the guitar.

In his head, he counts himself in, then he finds Wilhelm’s eyes in the crowd and begins to sing.

I can't disguise the pounding of my heart

It beats so strong

It's in your eyes what can I say

They turn me on

At this distance, and with the few weak lights pointed at the stage, it’s hard to read his face. He’s definitely looking back at Simon, though.

As Simon starts the next verse, he watches, pleased, as Wilhelm stands off his stool at the bar and moves closer to the small stage.

I don't care where we go

I don't care what we do

I don't care pretty baby

Just take me with u

Closer now, Simon can see that the man has clearly made an effort to step away from his royal past, what with his baggy pants and loose graphic tee. But, somehow, he still looks a little too perfect. His smudged eyeliner is messy, but in a purposeful way. His hair, longer than it used to be (Simon only knows because the gossip rags won’t stop reminiscing on the old, pre-abdication days), is clearly silky and well taken care of. While his fingers skim over the chords, Simon imagines what it’d be like to run his fingers through that hair, to mess that eyeliner up further.

Come on and touch the place in me

That's calling out your name

We want each other oh so much

Why must we play this game?

There’s a small smile on Wilhelm’s face now. He knows this performance is for him, knows Simon is calling him out. And he seems to like it.

Don't care where we go

I don't care what we do

I don't care pretty baby

Just take me with u

Simon doesn’t point directly at him, it’s more of a general point out at the audience. Wilhelm just happens to be right in the center, right in the line of where Simon’s finger directs. Anyway, Simon hasn’t been coy, he’s been staring directly at him, singing directly to Wilhelm this whole time. If anything, the pub and its usuals have probably been watching them dance around each other for weeks.

I don't care if we spend the night at your mansion

I don't care if we spend the night on the town

All I want is 2 spend the night together

All I want is 2 spend the night in your arms

Surely he doesn’t still live in a castle anymore, but even without his titles, there’s no way Wilhelm isn’t filthy rich.

Simon can compromise on a few more of his morals, though, if it means going home with the man, if it means having those long fingers wrapped around his neck, rather than the neck of a glass.

Wilhelm takes a swig of his drink, eyes locked on Simon over the rim, and Simon knows he has him.

To be around u is so-oh right

You're sheer perfection (thank u)

Drive me crazy, drive me all night

Just don't break up the connection

He sings through the last repeats of the chorus, his smirk growing now that Wilhelm’s nearly reached the stage, and he can see the look in his eyes, can see he knows exactly what Simon’s doing.

Just take me with u

Oh won't u take me with u

Honey take me with u

Wilhelm remains seated at the table closest to the tiny stage for the rest of Simon’s set, and if Simon throws in a few more flirty songs, a few extra winks, so what?

When he returns from packing the instruments in the back room, though, Wilhelm has disappeared from the room. Simon tries not to groan out loud in frustration. He shouldn’t be surprised, really, that even after so many weeks and so many longing glances, royal expectations and tradition must die hard.

At the bar, he orders a rum and coke and shoots the bartender a glare when she gives him a look. He takes one sip, then pushes it away, disgusted by the taste.

Technically, he’s got another set in an hour, but he’s not really feeling up to it anymore. Maybe he’ll scan the bar again and see if anyone else strikes his fancy. Better to go home with some other pretty stranger than no one at all.

“Can I buy you another?”

Suppressing a startled jump, Simon takes his time turning to the source of the voice next to him. He props his head on his fist and looks through lazy, half-open eyes at the ex-prince, leaning on the bar beside him. Wilhelm looks slightly awkward, nervous, but the look in his eyes is sure, and the intensity with which he stares at Simon makes something stir in his core.

“I thought you’d left,” Simon says casually, turning back towards the bar, but keeping his body half-tilted towards Wilhelm.

The man clears his throat. “I’d be an idiot to leave after that.”

Simon lets a small smile grow on his face, then looks over his shoulder, brown eyes meeting brown.

“Simon.” He holds out a hand.

The pretty man takes Simon’s hand in a warm grip.

“Wille.”

“Nice to meet you, Wille.” Simon smirks, “Are you a fan of Prince, then?”

Wille bites his lip, then leans forward slightly, Simon’s hand still gripped in his. “I’m a fan of you.”

[crystalkitty1220]

You underestimate me, CK. I only have more questions now.

What was Nevin doing to try to save Drew? Is he okay after some of his branches got crushed in the fight? Will he ever manage to come back or is Nevin just deep in denial?

Overall I really like your au, and I’m happy to see you again too! Your monthly posts are always nice.

I don't know what warnings to do this time so I'm just gonna say that if you couldn't read the fic thing, do not proceed. Also because spoilers ig.

First I'd like to reiterate that the second part of that fic thing was very experimental. So nothing about that is certain whatsoever and I was mostly just going for vibes for it, to test out the potential bad ending that I really want to make work somehow. So I can give you some hypothetical answers, but unless I can successfully make most of the other events in that ending not horribly out-of-character, that ending might not even be real. The entire bad ending is based on this one bit of animation I have in my head and am very slowly drawing out. I'm hoping if I can show how cool it looks I won't have to justify the character actions /hj. I also just do not have any ideas for another ending so I am desperately trying to make 'twist' villain Isaac Beamer somehow work. That's most of the reason that I'm focusing so hard on curses and such right now; getting the essentials done will make writing the story a little easier. Maybe when I finally have a curse for Dez (I'm accepting suggestions; Echos and I have nothing), I'll magically have a whole new ending thought up.

Anyway, hypothetically, Drew's probably fine after the fight. It was painful, yeah, but the branches will grow back.

Now I'll move onto the things centered around the first half, since that one's a little more final.

Drew probably can't come back? I mean, it could be cool if there's some kind of ritual to move his consciousness somewhere else, but his body's irreparable.

You didn't ask but I'll also add that he and the branches can be killed, via burning or something like that, but Nevin's not likely to let that happen.

Nevin is very deep in denial, and for the most part doesn't have any ideas other than praying and such. He refuses to move on from Drew's loss for a few reasons. First of all, of course, Drew's his twin brother. Secondly, ever since the incident, his life has basically entirely centered around it. The incident is what made him turn to religion (and just so he can keep the extra bit of trauma, in place of his step-mom we'll say the first couple churches weren't exactly kind about his curse - or his being gay, for that matter), and religion is obviously why he thinks the branches are a miracle keeping Drew alive. The incident is why he became homeschooled and rarely left his house for so much of his life, and started hyper-focusing on Drew instead of making connections or getting hobbies. Speaking of hobbies, his curse in general also made it difficult to start any of those. Most of his life has just been getting control of his powers, religious stuff, thinking about Drew, repeat (though Grandma Jovel was eventually successful in getting him interested in cooking and spoken poetry). So he can't fathom the idea of letting Drew go.

When he meets Chris, Nevin gets really excited about the possibility that Chris or Charlie could communicate with Drew, and from there they could work something out. So Nevin starts hanging around Chris, invites him over, and you've seen the rest. Info-dumping about Drew was basically Nevin trying to get Chris to see why this is so important. He could just say "he's my baby brother and i love him and you should love him too", but in true writer fashion, he takes the "show, don't tell" route.

So, yeah, that's basically the closest thing Nevin has had to a plan. I mean, now that I brought up the idea of there being some sort of demonic ritual to transfer souls or whatever, it could be cool to have Nevin go against his morals and try demony stuff, but then I'd have to add so many more eggpire fansongs onto my curse!ibvs playlist. I've already got five, I don't think I should go any deeper.

[queeniecook]

June 17

After taking a few days to make arrangements and gather her thoughts, Jillian finally arrives in Brindleton Bay. She had called Dakota yesterday to make sure he'd be home today when she arrives.

The first part of their reunion is filled with happiness as Jillian jumps into Dakota's arms, he catches her and they share a kiss filled with their longing for one another. It had been weeks since they had seen each other.

Once they finally make it inside and Dakota goes into the kitchen to get them both sometimes to drink, he comes back to a sight that worries him.

Annabel Lee looks at the stumped male warlock in a way that says "Well, are you just going to stand there or comfort the poor girl?"

"Jillian?" Dakota questions, slowly approaching her as he could hear soft sobs coming from his girlfriend. He receives no response from her which worries him greatly. 

He slowly lowers her hands and rubs her arms in a effort to comfort her. "What's wrong?"

"I need to talk you about something very important." Jillian mumors quietly, not looking at Dakota. 

Dakota gulps, thoughts that she may be breaking up with him flash through his mind but why would she have greeted him with such happiness and a kiss just a bit ago if she was planning to end their relationship?

Jillian manages to dry her tears a bit before looking over at Dakota, she nervously grasps her hands together in her lap in a some effort to calm her nerves.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Dakota asks her, flashing back to when in this very room Vera told him she was choosing Caleb over him. Maybe this room was cursed? He has to know though. Better now than later. 

"No!" Jillian denies almost immediately. She sees Dakota relax slightly. She isn't sure he'll stay that way for long. She isn't sure how to tell him but he seems to be waiting patiently for her to speak now that he knows she isn't breaking things off with him. "I'm not sure how to say this. It's so early in our relationship and we didn't plan this...." Jillian inhales deeply, her exhale coming out in a shaky breath. "I'm pregnant."

Dakota blinks, he was not expecting her to tell him that, of all things. "What?" was all he could manage to say. He tries to process the news. She's pregnant, they're expecting a baby. Together. He's going to be a father. All these thoughts shoot through his brain in rapid session. 

Jillian in her mind wasn't expecting Dakota to do backflips over her news or hug her in excitement but her heart was. She feels her chest get tight as new tears threaten to spill from her eyes. She stands, hugging herself and stepping away from the the man she loves.

"I'll understand if you want some time to think about things." She manages to say before she knows she won't be able to speak. She feels her heartbreaking, more than it did when Branson chose Neia over her. 

Dakota stares at Jillian in confusion before he rises, following her as she seems to be making her way towards the front door. "I don't need time." 

Jillian stops in her tracks and turns to look at Dakota, feeling hope spring up inside her.

"We're in this together." Dakota tells her, stepping in front of her to stop her from going any further. 

Jillian grasps Dakota's hand. "Do you really mean that?"

"I do. I love you and this baby...this baby is ours. I'm going to be there for them and for you." Dakota tells Jillian, glancing down at his cat as she meows in approval. He even thinks she may be smiling. He blinks and focuses back on his girlfriend. 

"I love you too." Jillian says, crying for a different reason this time. She flings her arms around Dakota. They might not have it all figured out yet but it's a start. 

~~flashbacks of Jillian thanks to @zosa95

[mariatesstruther]

Okay but what about hairDresser!maria?

Sarah is growing up and starts to get more vain with herself, and tommy notices she's having a hard time with her hair. So after he picks up the girls from school for joel, tommy leads all of them to the salon and that's where they meet maria. Man just imagine maria giving sarah all the tips for her hair and trying different hair styles🥺Maria focusing on braiding sarah's hair and trying to ignore all of tommy's flirt attempts lmao. And cute little ellie asking for braids too awwwwwwwww

we LOVE hairstylist maria over here!!!! i could’ve sworn i made a hairdresser au already where tommy takes sarah to salons and maria teaches her to do her hair but i cant find it 😭😭😭

i do imagine that as sarah grows up past like 4-5 and realizes her hair is different from most people around her, she’d be less vain and more self-conscious (i really doubt you meant vain in that way so don’t worry about it, im just sensitive to language regarding black little girls and their hair). austin texas in the 1990s-2000s was only about 10% percent which isnt bad, but i know from growing up in a predominantly white area that it heavily impacted how i saw myself and my hair.

i LOVE the idea that tommy and joel would put extra effort, as much as they could, into making sure sarah’s hair is loved and taken care of. i love the idea that maybe they start taking her to the salon as soon as she’s old enough, like 3-4, to sit in a chair long enough to get herself and her hair pampered

so here’s some actual plot: maybe sarah has a regular hair stylist that she’s gone to since she was literally 2, mama shirley (HEY MAMA SHIRLEY LETS BRING U INTO ANOTHER AU). unfortunately mama shirley is getting older, her hands not as agile and quick as they used to be, and she tells the miller boys that she’s planning to retire soon. they’re both pretty anxious about it because sarah like routine and sameness, and getting her hair done is already enough of a feat for her with all her sensory issues, which mama shirley always accommodates for. luckily, mama shirley assures them she’s found a brilliant replacement that’s she’s been training for months

when sarah meets maria, it’s like the little girl is meeting an in real life princess. maria has long, long, long locs that go all the way to the back of her knees, some streaked blue and purple and pink—all sarah’s favorites. maria has gentle hands and rounded nails that feel good when they scratch at sarah’s scalp in the washbowl, just like mama shirley’s. she has a whole punch of stim toys and fun charms on her locs, necklaces, and bracelets that she lets sarah reach up and play with while she works.

she talks to joel and tommy about their life with her and how she’s doing in school and how they take care of her hair at home, making gentle suggestions here and their based on her own experiences growing up as a black girl in a predominantly white area—fuckin’ omaha, nebraska. she lets joel and tommy step in and try whatever she’s doing with sarah’s hair. tommy, bless him, is so nervous and into her that his hands are way clumsier than usual. luckily, his poor attempts just make her laugh and place her hands next his to show him how to smooth out sarah’s hair correctly, without flicking the product all over himself and his shirt

she remains sarah’s hairstylist for years, and tommy falls in love with her slowly at first, considering he only really sees her once every four weeks. eventually he starts going in for his own hair, then offers to do free repairs for the salon—then, finally, maria pulls him into the back room one day and says “ya know, miller, you don’t have to work here to spend time with me. you can just ask me out.”

“i—i can?”

“you can. you’ve taken long enough.”

“i—uh. alright. sorry to keep you waitin’, ma’am. dinner? tonight?”

“dinner sounds good :)”

gonna tag my hair babies @boilingcowboy and @clickergossip bc i feel like they’d appreciate this idk and i feel like rose may be the only person to remember my other hairstylist au 😭

[bangsxsan]

hello! happy to be here as bang sian / san, soloist and actor. i also play kang sienna! i’m happy to be here! below you’ll find links and ideas! 

Profile / About / Career / Plots / Open Claims  ( i’ll be working on adding drama’s and extra things but right now it’s focused on music related things. not listed but also applies if you wanted a role in mv or directed one. or acted in a drama together. if people want to back-date working with her or if you’re thinking of bringing a new muse and want to add things to their career.)

facts:

bang sian or san. soloist and actor under secret garden. 30 years of age

born jeju and lived there until he was twelve then they moved to seoul 

whole new world bc his mom’s parents were v v rich and actors in their own right. which his mom wanted but she rebelled, ran off and had a kid. came back when his father left the family. couldn’t hid her 12 year old son and made up a slightly altered story. she started work in the industry as a screen-writer, met his step-father, got married and now they’re writing / acting duo. 

well, sian managed to stay out of the spotlight until his grandmother overrode his desires for a quiet life and forced him into dramas. (yeah, his parents put up a sort of fight but she had final say. and she would have her way.) he was 15 when he landed his first role. 

she made auditioning so hard for a company that he gave up

until he turned 18, said fuck this (in a way) and said he’d go public if about if she didn’t leave him alone. it wasn’t like she was bank-rolling him personally (that curtesy went to his parents). old age or his parents standing up, he didn’t care

took a two year break from acting and focused on getting in an agency and finally got into one. another year off to train and re-hone his acting skills because that was what the company was banking on. 

also was insecure about his skill and ability to get in bc his family background came up often and he could feel that coming from other trainee’s.  

rumors started to spread that he got in through connections early on and only increased when he was announced as part of the lineup for boy group viper. 

the attitude he developed didn’t help because san started to enjoying pissing people off and playing into it. 

came to a head when an trainee skipped over for debut started an fight with him. he was already upset and engaged. video wound it’s way online and the company put out a statement saying both were at fault but he was over it and left once he finished everything 

his acting career didn’t go over well with fans of the group and in-fandom fighting started to happen during that time 

went to the military to get that out of the way and took a step back from everything industry related. he was active on social media, would upload covers from time to time but that was about it. 

he would work on his own music, write for some artist every so often or sing demo’s but that time was just enjoy life.

when he did want to get back into the industry he started looking around and came into a contract with secret garden. he wanted to focus on music but he had a little more cache with acting and said he’d do both. it wasn’t as if he hated but he hated being forced to do with no focus on his own interest. he knows he has the talent for it. a little smug.  it also helped that he had a friend under the label and he wouldn’t be lonely when starting up again. 

made his return with ‘oo’ and it didn’t do back and then returned with his drama record of youth. 

has been working on his music and acting since then. he’s been writing more for more npc/ smaller artist and maybe possible canon artist in the future. though, i plan on him being someone who just loves performing so aside from possible songs i really want for him, he’s an open muse for artist to write / produce for. 

has two pet snakes and a cat. get along wonderfully. his babies. 

has started to take an interest in musical acting as far as future career’s go. 

catch him at college festivals and club performances. maybe a little cafe concert set up with fan raffles or sumthing. 

wouldn’t say he’s overly sharey with fans but he plays into the celebrity of it all. 

gives what he gets and will act an ass if he feels the other is acting an case (trauma response). hurt you before you hurt me. vicious cycle. 

but an overall cool guy, most of the time you can catch him in the right moments. it’s just really when people bring up his family or he’s feeling judged. most one on one interactions are cool. 

when he gets into something becomes a huge fanboy. 

rom-coms, dramas. that’s what he loves to watch. give him the cliche pretending to be partners and vowing not to fall in love but they fall in love. he. eats. it up. 

bad liar-ish? he’ll act tough but if you look close enough, a scared puppy. 

loves to show off his pets. pls. pls. look at them. 

wants to have a concert this year. looking at his next dramas. 

loves food. 

spends money like he has money to burn because he does. 

some can find that out-putting, some can use that to get what they want. easily taken advantage of he really likes a person. 

(this is why you have an accountant.)

rumors and etc about his behavior's and connections continue. a sore sticking point being he put acting about his group and went solo and it was his plan all along. he loved working in this group but the fight didn’t help. 

his fame as a soloist and overall is pretty good right now. some of his songs have gone well with the public and his acting is what is carrying him at this point. not that he wants it that but uphill battles and all? some know of his songs from radio play and he’s done pretty good on going on the variety and promo circuit but mostly during promotions. his rep is lower though. because sian went out of his way to not stop the rumors, as he gave up trying, some people do have bad interactions with him. some have some pretty good ones. the overall consensus when it comes to staff is that he’s cool and easy to work with but gossip rules all. it’s a bit more personal and he can be an divisive. that being said, his fandom is his strongest aspect. be if from the time during his boy group years in which he was being attacked. they’ve held strong since his debut and has only grown sense. they can lean towards the rapid side and often promote him under any post.  

ideas: (copied from my plot page bc #lazy)

his best friend that understands his world view but still wants to see him do better (between 27-30) 

muses who also have cats and/or snakes bc he’ll love you

someone that doesn’t see him too much as a friend but has 0 issue going out with san on an invite or inviting him out in which he pays (or inviting themselves to some ritzy family event he has to go too. food and drinks paid)

someone shopping with him and appalled at the amount of money he spends

a friend who likes cooking bc he has fun with that 

muses who write/produce music

this one has a little - please don’t...which inspired the song he released! deeper long-ish connection with heart-ache. in which this muse (male) was a good / is a good / best friend/second bff that he spent a lot of time with and they were SUPER close but one day san started to distance himself until the friendship ended, a bit bitterly bc they never got an answer why. the answer, he did fall in love / start to develop feelings and after watching in get another relationship while also trying to figure himself out it was just painful. (muse can be bi or sexuality and junho didn’t know but at the time they were dating a chick or had little relationships with women) (this would’ve been around his 21-22 for him in 2013-2015 so someone around his age range around that time) 

a friend/family member of the trainee or the trainee that skipped over for debut. it’s been bad blood since

people who believe the rumors about him

people who don’t 

a recent relationship that would’ve been from 2021-2022/23, which, both of them were busy with their lives. san feeling stressed and focused on career did feel horrible and instead of working through it he gave up on the relationship thinking that was best. (it’s a theme) but you still moved in the same circles and moved on pretty quickly, which birthed who, you? 

a fan of his music / acting / boygroup viper (has the sound of dalmation, madtown)

an idol he’s like a super secret fan of, twitter accounts and everything, finds out and teases him 

movie night crew!

the artist signed under secret garden who’s his friend and convinced him to come to the company

artist to come on bang san’s artist corner (a new show he’s hosting on his youtube channel) to talk about their career, art and maybe even perform. it can be any focus! the show is tailored to the guest so it could be more interview based or more performance based. 

artist to collab with! officially and as covers 

like this and i’ll come to you or if you see something that checks out, lemme know!

[angelvyxen]

on the jayson cheating on ella topic… her last album was entirely abt him……………. i haven’t listened but apparently he’s not a saint lmfao

It took me three days but I finally listened to the album (the deluxe) Here is a summary of the songs in chronological order:

Trying; this one is about the beginning of their relationship/dealings with each other. She says prior to meeting him she had a couple flings that she was never attatched to because that’s not her, she was more focused on other things. Then she met Jayson, that changed. He told her he’d been working hard to get her attention, he made her ‘feel so soft’ & ‘threw her decisions off’. She says that she’s not a typical girl & she’s not easy to read but she can see that he’s trying. He’s making time for her, they spent some time together, then he proceeded to be all that was on her mind. He’s not her usual type, she tried to cut him off, he didn’t allow that, now he’s ‘messing up all her plans’ and she ‘was trying to fight it’. She said she made him wait and he’d never had a girl put him in his place. (2nd chorus happens) fast foward, now she’s hooked on him. ‘Truth is I’m down, you ain’t never been in love but you’re learning how. I need you now, kinda feel weird cause you’re not so comfortable sharing your feelings.’ They must have had a conversation when he explained this to her. By the end of the song he’s the only man she’s talking too, she says he has no competition.

Not another love song: She’s DEEP in love with him. She says multiple times that she feels like she’s drowning, so maybe she’s investing a lot of herself into the relationship and he’s not. She thinks she’s in love (she is) & she wants to know if he is also in love. He’s very laidback, sometimes he ignores her. He’s using sex as a pawn and I don’t think she realizes it. He be fucking her goodt, I guess he says a couple sweet nothings and she’s on her merry way & alright with the half-assedness of it all. ‘I guess it’s all in my head until you let my body know, cause everyone needs you babe, don’t want nobody but you babe, so tell me what you gon do babe?’

Didn’t say: He’s not good at expressing feelings, she takes his standoffishness at face value and decides to fall back. ‘It’s all the things that you didn’t say, that made it so clear to me’ she says ‘her views changed now and she can’t entertain’ his bs. ‘So take it, here go your nonsense, all the shit you hide ain’t no need to lie. No more weighing on your conscience. You playing clue games.’ That man was messing with other hoes behind her back. ‘Flip games on you…pulled the rug from under your feet, did you think I would my eyes closed? Who’s going to vouch for you, you and your mixed signals, you coulda kept it so simple, I woulda made you official.’ She cut him off or either started reciprocating the same energy because she realized he ain’t shit. He did a whole lotta lying. She’s also come to the realization that he was mainly with her for sex, ‘like when you go off it but you just stay for the profit, and I ain’t talking bout wallets’.

Break My Heart: All that character development from ‘Didn’t Say’ has been thrown out the fucking window. She’s once again giving into her love for him and is now willing to step into something with him KNOWING what she knows about how he his, ‘Cause if I had to choose who would break my heart, baby it’ll be you.’ She says they’re connected, he commands her, this bitch is ditzy, he got her singing love songs daily and shit. She’s facing ‘her fears’ by choosing to stick with him, says ‘she doesn’t want sleepless nights anymore’ and asks him to ‘be careful with her heart’. Bitch. 🧍🏾‍♀️ next song, she pissing me off.

Fallen Angel: Crank that previous delusion up 10,000, she has lost her GODDAMN mind. They have fully reconciled at this point and she accepts him back, ‘Even though my hearts been torn apart, I still welcome you with open arms’. She thinks that this second time around is different and that he’s changed ‘maybe this is compensation for unmet expectations. Feels too good to be true, been questioning you, but lately you make me feel at home’. Throw a brick at her head, NOW! But in the back of her mind she still has sense, she knows this man isn’t good for her, ‘but I know where you’re from… it’s a long, long, way from heaven and I know you don’t belong so let’s make the most of this’, she knows it’s still not going to work but the delusion makes her stay the second time around. It was going well, until it wasn’t, he switched up on her in her ‘darkest hour’, she said he let her down and now all she has is Ella, herself.

How: THE REDEMPTION ARC HAS ARRIVED! It starts with ‘what’s the worse that could happen, rolling with myself, I got too attached, now I’m working on my health’. She’s saying she’s facing the facts, she can’t let heartless, broken boys win (Jayson lol). She’s let him go, it’s just her, herself, and time and he’s out so she has put herself back in her heart. And then there’s the added ‘how could you switch up on me’ yadda yadda shit, but overall, she’s in her growth era.

Pieces: Throw everything I just said out of the window, she’s done got back with this man and is now actively giving excuses and I quote, ‘maybe it’s cause we’re two fools, broken by love.’ *sigh* but this time is different because they’re taking it slow, she’s not going to do too much, chase him, or let him change her. She says she’s not gonna sweat him this time, because they both know better this time. She says that they’re happy with this new arrangement, it sounds more like friends with benefits to me imo.

DFMU: I love this song, it’s been in my playlist for like a year. Literally the only song I listened to on the album. In this one she’s just asking him not to fuck up again and let her down, because she wants to be around him. She’s in love with this man, real bad. She says she knows exactly where she wants to be and that’s with him, she’s asking him to open up to her, says if he really cares for her then he’ll be there for her and she is very aware that she’s falling back in deep but she’s okay with drowning now. She’s pissing me off, but the song is good.

Hide: She’s on her soft girl shit real bad in this song. This sounds like a love song directly to Jayson. She says he gives her so many feelings, he’s one in a billion for her. He is her safe space, her place to ‘hide’. Is that healthy? Probably not.

Power of a Woman: She’s saying her pussy got power, in a pick me way. Think of like.. Beyoncé ‘Upgrade You’. She’s saying she knows her position, she says she can take care of him and she’ll show him she’s exactly what he needed.

A Mess: the beginning of her just talking, it’s sounds light hearted. All she’s saying is ‘we don’t want love if it’s toxic, mmm mmm, no ma’am’. Yet another sappy ass love song saying she can fill the space in his heart if he’ll let her. She can ease his pain if he feels the same. The whole song is this and at the same time she’s acknowledging that it’s a mess, but it’s their mess. A noteable quote ‘it’s just different, they wont understand. We can’t waste time trying to explain’. ‘Know it should be easy, but we make it hard.’ It’s a good song though, 10/10.

Feels like: ‘Can you do all the things you say you’re wanting to? Keep on talking all you want but talk is cheap. And if I’m investing my evenings on you, you better fucking please me.’ That’s the beginning line, and basically summarizes the entire song. She’s sick of empty promises, wants to be treated like a goddess and says she knows what she wants and likes, she doesn’t need her time wasted and she doesn’t need it or want it if it doesn’t match her expectations.

Leave You Alone: She’s self aware, she knows that she keeps going back and that’s her fault. She doesn’t know why she does it, but she does and she can’t get enough of him. Every time she goes back he gets her out her draws and she knows that’s bad. She hopes that it’s not just her body that he wants, but at this point it’s sounding like that’s all he wants.

Sink or Swim: The album is getting repetitive now. She’s sinking, she knows. He’s started his lying again, not answering calls, staying out late. She even admits that she goes to the lengths of calling his friends to find out where he is. She says it seems like he just loves doing her wrong, but she’s stuck on him. His ‘love’ costs too much, and she’s broken.

Fading Out: THE REDEMPTION ARC IS BACK (a little). She acknowledges that they’re not working out, he’s fading out, she’s fading out, they’re both fading out but they keep going in circles, whenever she says she’s leaving, he begs her to stay, and the next day they’re back on their BS. But she says by now they should just know they’re not working out, and she’s coming to terms with that.

2 O’clock: SHE MADE HER DECISION Y’ALL AND ITS DIVISION! THE SHIT IS DONE! She says she should’ve never let him in, because he’s flip-floppy with his love, one day he’s in love the next he’s not and she doesn’t want to deal with it anymore.

This is: This is a sample of ‘This Is For The Lover in You’ by Shalamar lmao, it’s cute. It’s another love song, and I think the redemption arc is done for once again. She says she wants to stick with this man, good and bad, thick and thin, flaws and all and if he’s ever in the wrong she’s going to let him know. At this point I don’t even know if it’s worth me being disappointed in her again. Her overall excuse is that love is unpredictable and that’s okay because this is what she wants to do for the rest of her life, and it’s worth every bit of her time. It’s ‘real love’.

Our Song: Last song on the album. She’s with him once again, they’re spinning the block for what seems the be the 3rd or 4th time. They’re leaving the broken promises at the door and trying once more to make a healthy relationship out of unhealthy habits. It’s a nice song, don’t like what it represents, but it sounds nice.

In conclusion, the album was good. They’re toxic, but if she’s happy all we can do is be happy for her.

[izzysarchivedblogs]

THE ARCHER SLEEPS UNBOTHERED.

Solidly through the entire night, which he hadn't done since he stopped drinking. That's one of the uglier realities of going sober has been. Sleeping solidly through a night, not waking up or stirring once. That has happened only a handful of times throughout the last five weeks.

That's how much today had taken out of him, sleeping right through until Tony gets up out of bed because of Brandy stirring on the baby monitor like he had been warned in the evening. Clint grumbles, rolling over and stretching, risks opening his eyes as Tony does starts to get up. ❝ Mh, I could... ❞ HALF A MUMBLE. He could go take care of Brandy, but he trails off as Tony is already up.

Half asleep, hand reached out to hold onto him. ❝ Tell sweetpea morning than c'mere? ❞ He means come back to him once Tony was finished settling Brandy back down. Blame his half-sleep state, blame how content he was this morning that he's asking for a little more.

A little longer, before he knows he has to draw the line again and keep their spaces while he figured himself out more; focused on recovery and got stable on his fine. Realistically, Clint knew this was the extent that they could go. Baby steps toward their future, until Clint feels like he can live alone and get through a week at a time.

HOW HE HOPED FOR THAT. To be able to handle a week, and feel like he could get it through his life on his own again. Maybe that's not the way to approach it. Clint wouldn't know, he kind of hopes that this new therapist would help guide him through them and make those plans.

Eventually he does get up after sleeping in for a few more hours, gets up around nine o'clock. He goes on to make breakfast, mixing it up for the day with trying to a take on egg on french toast. He's got quite some time until he would be meeting Murdock in the evening, it's the only major thing he had going on besides TALKING TONIGHT at the meeting. Sharing what's been on his mind with sobriety.

It makes him a little nervous to share, and yesterday had been hard. Talking about that, and other things. He knows he had to; and his meeting with Murdock would stress him out. Clint got a new routine of exercises that he'll start on from his physical therapist, he'll start on that after breakfast as settled.

❝ There she is! ❞ He cheers when Brandy is brought down, having slept longer after she had went back down. Clint having made a small amount of scrambled eggs for Brandy to have cut up into very tiny soft bits.

Tony hadn't expected this. He thought maybe with Clint's knee he might had needed to help him in and out of the tub, so he'd been prepared for naked touch. Sleeping in the same bed wasn't unheard of for them, so it wasn't a shock when Clint had asked. But it was Clint that had had the long day. Not Tony. Tony had had a fairly chill day for him. He'd gotten to drive around the city, which was just one of his hobbies. He'd gotten to spend time with a really cute baby. He'd ridden on a carousel - twice! No one could complain about their day when they got to ride a carousel twice.

He had not expected Clint to want to hold him. Not in the tub and definitely not in bed. When they were in the tub, Tony had assumed part of why Clint wanted to be the big spoon was just his height. Even as large as Tony's tub was, Clint was stupidly tall and having to make room for Tony behind him, might have made him really cramped and put pressure on his injured knee. There was no way to explain away Clint wanting to hold Tony in bed, except that that was just what he wanted to do.

And Tony loved it. He loved being the little spoon. He loved being held. He loved to make himself as small as he could go and just curl right up in against someone and have their arms around him. And Clint was the perfect candidate for that. Not just because he was so stupidly tall, he naturally dwarfed Tony, but because Tony was falling for Clint hard. Being held by Clint made him feel loved in a way Tony couldn't ever really remember feeling before.

It was a dangerous game. When Tony opened his heart like this, it usually ended up being hurt because he did something stupid to fuck it up. Right now just the very act of opening his heart was dangerous.

He was doing it anyway.

Tony cuddled right up close to Clint, putting his head on the archer's shoulder. Clint's asleep before Tony, and Tony ends up falling asleep to the gentle sound of Clint breathing, and the thud of his heartbeat echoing in Tony's ear.

[just---keep---simming]

Zest - Spring 2

We join Johnny and Peaches in their apartment in San Myshuno, following the birth of their child - we'll get to him soon. First, though, the two of them are having a conversation about their living situation.

"It's really too small here, don't you think, Johnny?"

"Yes, absolutely. We made it work for Axel, but he was a bit older when he started staying here. I don't know about raising another child here, especially if we're going to still have Axel with us half the time." Which was the plan - although John had received legal custody in his and Peaches' divorce, he'd been increasingly open to a more shared-care arrangement.

So the Zest family pack their bags and head out of San Myshuno. Their new home is a retro-modern build in Del Sol Valley. It's still very urban, but there's a lot more space than you'd ever get in a city apartment.

After selling the apartment and most of their furniture, Johnny and Peaches have enough to buy their new house and also outfit several of the rooms. There's still a lot that needs doing, including whole rooms they can't afford to fit out yet, but everyone in the house at least has what they need. A nursery goes in next door to the master bedroom for their newest addition, and Axel gets a room downstairs for whenever he stays with them.

As for the newest addition, here he is! Peaches and Johnny had a boy while I was off playing one of the other families, because I forgot I could pause pregnancies while I did that. The same thing happened when Eliza Pancakes was pregnant, and the game named her daughter Adrienne, which was so pretty and was exactly what I could imagine Eliza calling her daughter. So what did the game choose for Johnny's son?

Adolf.

Maybe not. Meet Hendrix Zest! I wanted another name with an 'x' in it, to match Axel. Peaches and Johnny actually have both the same hair colour and the same very pale green-blue eyes, so Hendrix obviously inherited both of those too. Hendrix is a 'sunny' infant, so a cheerful little guy, and he quickly picked up a range of really cute quirks, like 'loves wakeup time' and 'feeding tinkler'.

As soon as Peaches, Johnny, and Hendrix are settled in Del Sol Valley, they have Axel over for the first half of the season.

I love the face Axel makes as he gets a kiss from his mother! Johnny gets to show Axel his new room and it's very sweet when Axel shows his step-dad his appreciation with a hug. Peaches and Johnny really took pains to fit Axel's room out nicely and make him feel welcome - he currently has the only computer in the household!

Then it's time for Axel to meet his half-brother. He starts happily chatting away to Hendrix immediately, which is so cute and wholesome. These guys are really crushing the blended family life.

Of course, Axel being much older than Hendrix, it's important he gets some age-appropriate activities to enjoy away from the baby as well. Johnny takes him to the Humor and Hijinks Festival, where he performs a couple of sets, and Axel...does his homework? But also hopefully enjoys eating some street food and hanging out in the city for an evening!

When Love Day rolls around, Peaches and Johnny get a babysitter for Hendrix and Axel, and head out for a breakfast date. This serves double duty in making sure they both enjoy the holiday and also progressing Peaches' soulmate aspiration. The restaurant is a cute breakfast-focused place in Newcrest.

Johnny also works on his aspiration, Jokester, for which he needs to max out his comedy skill. Naturally, he has a microphone and mirror set-up in the master bedroom again, so he can refine his routines.

Peaches is still working her retail job for a few hours each morning after having Hendrix. Johnny works in the evenings, so he can be around for the baby while she's at her shifts. She gets home mid-season in time to say goodbye to Axel, who is heading back to his Dad's right after school.

Peaches is always sad after Axel leaves, but Johnny does a good job of cheering her up.

A very good job, in fact. He's the perfect distraction!

So is Hendrix, who with the loving attention of his parents, is racing through his milestones. Pretty soon he's sitting up, trying new foods, and babbling away.

There's also staying in shape to consider. Johnny has always loved jogging to clear his head and stay fit, and he's enjoying the change of scenery in Del Sol Valley. Peaches has taken up yoga, and although she's not very good yet, it's nice to be out amongst her (as yet unplanted) garden and the little pool that came with the house, which she and Johnny hope to expand one day.

Peaches and Johnny also get to meet another resident of their neighbourhood, Venessa. She's hoping to make it big in Del Sol Valley, and both Johnny and Peaches think she's good company.

Johnny's favourite thing to do at the moment is hang out with Hendrix, though. He put his bachelor days behind him quickly after meeting Peaches, but Johnny doesn't seem to have any regrets about jumping into fatherhood fairly young either. Cheerful Hendrix is about as easy a baby as anyone could have hoped for, and Axel has been a pretty great step-kid too, so he's having a great time with the parenting lark.

And so spring of the second year comes to an end for Johnny, Peaches, Axel (a visitor for the picture, not a resident of the house), and Hendrix. The house still needs some work but Del Sol Valley seems to suit their growing family down to the ground!

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Hey ! My nickname is Maggie 💕 and my rising is Taurus (can you tell me something I really need to hear right now ) Thank you so much for this !!!!!

i picked up the moonology deck, and as i was shuffling for what you need to hear right now the full moon in taurus card FLEW out. the card reads “your dreams need a practical plan”. i also pulled “a new earth: it’s happening, keep holding the vision” from starseed oracle. for tarot i pulled six of wands & the tower. i think a significant, but positive change is about to happen in your life! you’re being told to keep fighting, dreaming and putting action to your dreams ✨🤍