#i wanted more old man jammies

[andy-clutterbuck]

Edgar Bradley The Murmuring - Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities (2022)

[agdab]

maybe this is just me but i have never GOT the importance of reputation. i never understood how my, as an adult mind you, actions/appearance would affect my mom, or dad, or older siblings in public. i thiught it was fucking stupid that by association of relation meant whatever i did, as a whole assed adult, reflected poorly on those around me as if it was solely their fault or doing.

. one primary instance of this is when i was laid down on a couch in the main entry of my mom's job while she was at the front desk. i was having seizure activity and didnt want to fall. her boss came along and instantly judged her for it. instead of, say, inquiring if something was perhaps wrong, or anything like that. total lack of empathy. no caring.

at the same time, if im not in a professional setting and its totally lax, why is there pressure to keep that appearance up to appease those around me in my professional life? if im off the clock it doesnt matter. i am allowed to be comfortable and do what the fuck i want to to BE comfortable.

this also goes into reputation by appearance. yeah, being clean and put together can be important, in some instances. like professionally, i get that. i wouldnt roll up to work in my jammies with unbrushed greasy hair. not unless i was so ill that i had to go in and ask for more time off, or something like that

id roll up to a friend's house, though. id go to the store like that. ive gone out to eat like that. who fucking cares. if someone is brave enough to tell me to my face i look like an embarrassment and a pig and homeless, good for them. i came here to hang. i came here to get some milk. i came here to eat. obviously there's a cleanliness standard here, I wouldn't show up to these functions covered in shit and piss and blood, and havent showered in three months. I'd be putting everyone else's health at risk. i just mean like, i showered two or three days ago, and my hair is kind of a rats nest but out of the way, and i dont stink like id rolled around in graves all day with still decomposing corpses.

i sometimes dont have the time to clean up. sometimes its just easier and more comfortable not to. if that makes your perception of me bad, by just existing as is, by not conforming to some sort of expectation of how a person SHOULD be in public or semi public, that somehow i am less than for not following "the rules", thats a you problem. i dont give a shit. kudos to those that do, but please know that it shouldn't be a requirement for existence.

there's this weird thing that appearing/being "comfortable" is for the sake of others and that their perception of you is more important than your comfort and perception of you. why does that matter so inherently that it dictates your very essence and controls you? you should be allowed to be comfortable by your own standards.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Dad!remus being stuck in the middle of a cuddle pile with his girls and ‘complaining’ that he can’t escape. (He loves it. He isn’t even trying to move.)

Remus is sandwiched between his two tired babies.

You’d both had long days- your daughter, Carys- at prek, running around all day and doing no work was exhausting apparently, and you who had the longest 8 hours known to man.

Remus had had the day off and wasn’t as tired as the two of you and that naturally meant he was caretaker- which he adored.

Remus had helped you guys shower and change into soft jammies and then instructed, “Go lay on the sofa lovies, we’ll watch something nice, ‘kay?”

He’d returned to your daughter sucking her thumb and your eyes heavy and struggling to remain open as you looked at the tv.

“Daddy wanna cuddle,” is the demand of the littler version of you and it makes Remus smile.

“I’m coming, baby dove. Do you want warm milk?”

The two year old beside you smiles wide and makes grabby hands for the bottle with rocket-ships on them.

Remus smiles, he doesn’t think there’s ever be a moment in his entire life when he wasn’t full of love for her.

“What do I get?” You ask moodily as Remus opens the bottle and gives it to her and sits next to you.

He only pats at your bum with his free hand as you sit in his lap and you grumble; until he pulls the mug in his hand closer to you.

“S’lavender and honey,” he murmurs, only allowed a minute alone with you before your daughter climbs into his lap.

“Me too daddy.” Remus hums, helping her into his lap as well; both his hands on your backs, rubbing up and down as you both drink your warm drinks.

Remus realises a couple seconds later, when you’re both lethargic and sleepy eyed that he’s trapped under the two of you.

“Have I just become a human cushion? What if I needed the lou?” He asks the two of you, Carys giggles and you smile.

“You’re not allowed to move daddy, you’re too comfy.”

You snicker at Remus’ appalled gasp.

“So I must just never move? What about tea? Do neither of you want something to eat?” He receives grunted ‘no’s. “What if I wanted something to eat?” He tacks on playfully.

Carys pulls back from his chest, “Well you should’ve made something to eat daddy. The movie is on and there’s no more moving.”

Remus smiles as she kisses his cheek and lays her head on his chest again.

“Or talking Remmy, you’ll make us miss the good parts.”

You’re not even awake for the ‘good parts.’

[rowretro]

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✧Warnings: kissing, mafia hoon, blood, suggestive, dead body, detailed murder

✧Synopsis: Sunghoon is a very innocent man, a beautiful, sexy wife, 3 kids, a 12 year old girl and a 4 year old boy. He's a perfect family man who owned a homely café. He's just an ordinary person.... until one of the most feared mafia men paid a visit after a dreadful incident.

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Sunghoon woke up, a few loose hairs covering his forehead as he leaned over to his wife who slept soundly beside him, straps of her nightgown both down from all that tossing and turning, her arm hanging off the bed. "Such a beautiful sight to wake up to." he cheekily said as he kissed her collarbone, hearing her whine softly. "Not now babe~ the kids are probably up" she groggily said, sitting up as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

"One half caf non fat white soy latte to go" Sunghoon called out. "Wow you got that first twy?" His son, Ryuu asked stunned as he smiled "What can I say, daddy's perfect" Sunghoon cockily said as Y/n rolled her eyes, and packed the order. "Yoi sexy- stop with the eye rolling.... mommy married me for that reason y'know?" Sunghoon added as Cherry gagged "Dad shut up- that's gross" she commented, clearly disgusted.

That night Sunghoon closed the cafe, locking all the doors as he carried Ryuu "Cherry go sleep. you have an exam tomorrow" "I know mom just let me be will you? Im jsut finishing up my homework" she whined as the woman sighed "Fine. but go to bed straight after" she warned as Ryuu came up to y/n, in his cute jammies, making grabby hands with a pout "awww what does my cutie want noww?" she asked as he smiled "a lil sibling to pway wif?" he asked with big eyes.

She blinked, then noticed Sunghoon hiding by the fridge "I see where this is coming from... if I give you a lil sibling now, that baby will become the cutest in the family-" she pointed out as Ryuu frowned "I dont want a sibling anymow!" he pouted as Sunghoon groaned. She snickerred to herself as she carried the littlun to his room. Sunghoon followed behind closely, resting his chin on her shoulder as she tucked the little boy in.

It was dead night, stars scatterred across the night sky, the kids asleep, y/n on Sunghoon's lap as he snuggled her. "Why do you want another baby?" she asked as he stared into her eyes. "Look at how independant the kids are becoming... I want a little cutie that likes me more than me" "maybe dont be cocky, and spoil the kids more" before he could say anything else, his phone rang "hello?..... what? how- I'll be right over there." he said his voice dark as he called Jay "Bro... can you look after my kids, I need to go visit the cafe.... yeah the police are there, they found a body... I know yeah- see you there" He cut the call and turned to y/n.

"What the... why our cafe what is going on hoon?" y/n asked as she glanced at him, the man stunned and confused "I don't know... but we haven't done anything wrong have we?" he asked as y/n thought for a second "aside your cockiness no nothing serious." she said as he glared at her. "Sir, we've concluded it's not a suicide, he has open stab wounds, he had died before being hung on your building... he's a part of the Park mafia, one of their men... is there any chance you've seen him around or anything suspiscious in your area?" Office Lee asked as Sunghoon frowned, shaking his head as he explained truthfully.

About a month passed and they were back in business, everything back to normal, as they went about their day, though y/n was still a little shaken from the previous event that had taken place. "dad- that lady gave you this note- and some old guy is waiting outside-" Cherry said as she pointed at a hooker, who smiled at him, waving the drink and giving a thumbs up as she left with it. It's so weird. He read the note "someone you love is waiting outside" it read. Sunghoon sighed as he left the cafe and went to the bench outside with his notepad and book.

There sat an old man, he looked scary, a scar on his eyebrow, yet fairly attractive for an old man. "Sir, may I take your order?" he asked "You know what I like son..." he said as Sunghoon snickerred "How would I know sir?" he asked, genuinely confused "One Black coffee... with a shot of jack daniels" "Sorry sir but we don't have alcohol" With that the man snickerred. Sunghoon left briefly then came back with the black coffee, placing it before the man "Would you like sugar or no sugar?" he asked kindly "you should know son" he said again as Sunghoon sighed "Im afraid I don't" he said, patiently.

The man comfortably sat in his chair, pulling out a small alcohol bottle and pouring it into his coffee as Sunghoon watched, he pulled out a cigarette "sir no smoking." he said pointing at the sign as the man let out a hearty laughter "ah Leo... you remember this? Black devil, your favourite flavour that you created... smoked it everyday since you left." the man said as he stared at Sunghoon. Confused, Sunghoon looked behind him "Leo? I'm sorry I think you mistaken me for someone sir... My name is Sunghoon owner of this very successful cafe... by the way that black coffee's 3.79." he said as the man laughed yet again.

"Still my cocky little son hmm?.... this act you're putting up for your pretty wife and lovely kids will not last long. trust me on that." "Ah son.... a father knows his son... you know... you always loved going hunting... specifically for that eagle... It didn't ever get caught in your trap, nor by any of the arrows or guns yet it died in my coffee remember?.... It died in MY hands... LEO..." The man said as he stared directly at him "Leo Park..." The man said, his deep gravely voice enough to scare the shit out of any human before him. "It's Park Sunghoon" He interrupted as the man laughed "I see you believed that you have died.... but until you come and admit you are Leo Park... I will be here..." .

he said as he left, leaving Sunghoon confused. Yet Sunghoon just shrugged, thinking he was a crazy old man. He went back inside to find Y/n staring at him "Who was that?.... are you ok? he seemed a little off..." she asked as Sunghoon kissed her forehead "just some drunkard babe, its fine I dealt with him, he was calling me some white boy name-" Sunghoon explained as Y/n nodded. That night he did the usual, lock the café, make sure all is safe, carry Ryuu back home and get Cherry to go to bed without her bitching at him. The male sighed as he lied down in y/n's lap. "First day back in business and things are weird-" he sighed as y/n ran a hand through his hair.

That night they met officer Lee, a close friend and a trusted cop. "I sent a picture of this Black Devil cigarette pack to the higher officials, the investigation team say its from a very large mafia gang ran by Park Daeheon... He had a son named Leo, and many claim his death was part of the cause behind a very big murder and the burning down of their factory-" Sunghoon cut him off halfway "Heeseung Im sorry but what am I going to do with this information?" he asked as Mr Lee picked up a file with an image. A picture exactly like Sunghoon, but with more silver hair "This is his son Leo... he looks exactly like you..." he said as Sunghoon frowned.

"From what we believe the officer's need proof, from your memory, at 11 years old, can you tell us everything backed up with proof-" Y/n cut him off halfway maddened by the claim "We're the victims here he came to us, he's the one who's harrassing Sunghoon claiming he's his son!" Sunghoon kissed her forehead as he calmed her down "Sweetheart its ok... I know you're asking me as you're concerned... I grew up in an orphanage Lee hee, im still good friends with the Sir who ran the place, sweet old guy, Eventually I got around asking my long-term crush out, my beautiful wife then we chose to move into a cute cottage, like a house in a snow globe, got married as we had our first child, and now growing our sweet family along with her family business... " He explained as Heeseung nodded.

The following day, Y/n was out running a few errands, picking up some medication in the pharmacy, Ryuu by her side, and Cherry in school. Sunghoon suddenly called her "Honey I just left my car at the motor shop, what are you up to?" he asked "Picking up your meds sweetheart." she replied. "You could've waited until my car got fixed, why leave Ryuu at home alone?" he asked concerned "Sweetheart, these things need to be done ASAP, you've been pretty anxious lately and don't worry, Ryuu is with me kay? I'll take the bus home it'll be ok" she reassured as Sunghoon said he loves her and hung up.

The woman walked out carrying the bag of medication and her 4 year old, unaware of the dangers lurking behind her, a man ready to pounce at her, sharp, clean knife at hand. He lunged forward, as he blocked her path, raising the knife to stab her. Scared, she hugged her baby close, turning away as she shut her eyes. Nothing.... Nothing but the sound of flesh ripping, the gory sound of blood spilling and some muffled groans. She opened her eyes as Ryuu whimpered at the sight. The old man from yesterday, had slashed the attacker's neck.

She stares up, frightened as she snuggled Ryuu protectively "Don't worry honey... I mean no harm... why would I hurt you?.... you know who he is?" he asked pointing at Ryuu "My grandson..." he said as Y/n frowned "Sir if you don't leave me alone I will call the police..." She respectfully warned as the man smiled sweetly. "I don't mean any harm... I just want to tell you, you're a sweet lady from what I've heard a sweetheart, won't even harm a fly, and you fell for the innocent Park Sunghoon... Im sorry but Sunghoon is just a mask for who he really is. My son Leo Park, the one to take the reins for my tobacco factory... He's vile, violent, won't hesitate to kill." He explained as y/n backed away.

The woman took the bus with her son, hastily rushing inside the house, locking the door she called Sunghoon, firghtened "Babe! what the fuck is going on?! he's here- he followed us home! Cherry's still in school and Ryuu is with me." She managed to breathe out as Sunghoon frowned "honey who's he? what's going on?" he asked "That man from yesterday-" she replied "Lock the door's im coming over with Cherry. If anyone comes through the front door, slash him, use one of the display swords, im sure they'll work ok? I'll be right over there." He said as he ran.

Upon arriving, he came through the front door, the point of the sword only inches away from his chest as he slid down the wall, cherry smacked it away "MOM-" "No its fine- she thought I was an intruder... " Sunghoon sat down as he calmed his breathing. "What's going on here Hoon?... that man comes up to us, slashing another man attacking us, before me and Ryuu- claiming you're Leo and calling our son his grandson?!... What the fuck?!" she asked as Cherry stared in shock, her first time hearing her mother curse. Sunghoon looked up as he reached his arms out to Ryuu, yet Y/n held the little boy back "Don't Hoon.... he's already traumatized as is... after that man showed the picture of Leo, I don't know what he's thinking now...." she said as she carried the teary eyed, little boy who was exhausted. He turned to Cherry who walked away...

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A/N: Part 2 coming out soon!!! sorry this was long hope u liked it, im writting the second part rn<3 (BASED ON THE MOVIE LEO, sorry for not mentioning it b4, I RLLY WANTED TO SEE HOON IN THIS ROLE NGL)

[howlingday]

Camping Out

Jaune: Something wrong, Oscar?

Oscar: Uh, nah, just my neck, but it's nothing and- AGH! ACK!

Jaune: Better?

Oscar: Uh... Yeah! How'd you do that?

Jaune: An old trick my dad taught me.

Oscar: Get outta here!

Jaune: It's true! He was a field medic before he met my mom, and then when the war was finally over and peace was established, he settled down and had me and my seven sisters.

Oscar: Really?

Jaune: Yup! I got paper from Atlas saying I'm a field medic and a hide from Ansel saying I'm a medicine man. Halfway through the first one, I was drafted. One day, I'm sitting in the classroom, learning about anatomy from a book, the next I'm on the battlefield, learning about it from a man old enough to be my grandpa crying for his mother.

Nora: Hey! Oscar! Stop expositing Jaune's tragic backstory (trademark) and pitch your tent!

Oscar: Huh? But... I already did.

Nora: Ugh... (Tosses bedroll to Oscar) Move.

Oscar: (Watches as she fixes his tent) Uh... Yeah, sorry... I haven't gone camping since my aunt took me.

Ruby: I never got to meet your aunt. What was she like?

Oscar: (Sighs) Where do I start? She was like a mother to me. My parents died when I was young and she took me in and raised me on the farm. (Chuckles)

Ruby: What?

Oscar: Nothing, nothing... I just remembered this one time when I was a kid, I saw something shining in the dirt and I thought it was old shrapnel from the Color War!

Ruby: (Smiles)

Oscar: You'd think I'd found the discovery of the century the way my auntie went on and on, only to find out it was just a lock-pick fashioned from an old beer can back when the place was a Spiders territory.

Neo: (Giggles)

Oscar: ...Actually, Ruby, er, no offense, but how did you become the youngest chief mechanic engineer in... ever?

Ruby: It was supposed to be my dad going on this job, but he was retired so I went instead. It's funny because he always wanted boys. One to run his weapons shop, the other to be the middleweight kickboxing champion! But he got two girls instead.

Oscar: ...And... what does your sister do?

Ruby: She's twenty-four-null with a shot at the title next month. But me? I'm still saving up so my dad and I can open another shop.

Oscar: ...Oh, Qrow! Do you have your jammies?

Qrow: I sleep in the nude...

Jaune: (Tosses blindfold) You're gonna want this. He sleepwalks.

Nora: (Yawns) But as for me? I just like to blow things up~.

Jaune: C'mon, Nora. Tell him the truth.

Nora: ...My brother and I own a flower shop. We'd sell white roses, sunflowers, nightshades; you name it, we sold it. One day, I'm making about three dozen corsages for "PROM~", y'know, the kind you wear on your wrist? And everybody is losing their minds over it! "Where is it?!" "When is it?!" "Does it match my dress?!" (Groans) It's a nightmare! Anyway, there was a gas leak, or something, next door and BOOM! No more Mistrali laundry. Sent me clean through the wall! It was like a sign from the Brothers themselves! And I found myself that night.

Neo: (Leaps to the ceiling, Hangs like a bat)

Oscar: Uh... What's her story?

Jaune: Trust me on this one; you don't want to know! Ruby, don't tell him! You shouldn't have told me, but you did, and now I'm telling you, you don't want to know! (Blows out candle)

[meetmypointlessaddiction]

December Fic Day 13 ~ Puppy?

Summary: Your daughters want a dog for Christmas.

Warnings: none that I'm aware of

Pairings: pretty sure this is suitable for everyone (fem!reader/male!reader/gn!reader) but I am still new to writing anything other than fem!reader so any pointers are greatly appreciated.

Enjoy and please like and comment if you do. Something as simple as an emoji literally makes my day better and reblog to share my work :)

You and Logan had made sure that, when raising your girls, you made them appreciate family and the valuable time spent together more than anything else in the world. To them, Christmas time revolved around being together, having fun, cuddling up watching films and decorating. It was very rare that the girls had anything specific in mind for Christmas, normally they would point out a few toys in the store and Christmas would be sorted. That’s why when they came running into yours and Logan’s room one morning, screaming about their Christmas present for this year, you knew you were in trouble. 

Logan was still snoring, having worked a late shift the night before, only coming to bed a few hours prior. The girls were usually quite considerate of their father when he was sleeping but this morning that seemed to have flown out of the window. They launched on top of him, Ada laying between the pair of us, looking at Logan, while Chloe laid top of him. The man was awake immediately, watching them carefully with one eye open as he slowly came to. “This better be important.” He grumbled, huffing though he couldn’t help but smile.

“We know what we want for Christmas, papa.” Ada said, resting her chin on Logan’s arm as she looked up at him. 

“We saw an advertisement on the way home from school and it’s the only thing we want, daddy.” Chloe clarified and you and Logan shared a look. 

“Girls, you know the rules about Christmas gifts…” Logan started but Chloe was quick to interrupt.

“It’s not just for us, daddy. Everyone will enjoy it and the poster said that it will be our new best friend.” Your eyes widened and Logan closed his eyes, seemingly already knowing his answer. 

“We ain’t gettin’ a puppy.” He said sternly and the girls both whined. 

“But papa…”

“No buts. Get your butts out of here and let daddy sleep.” He told them and they both looked at you, knowing that you could often get Logan to change his mind on most things. 

“Don’t look at me. Daddy’s spoken, no puppy. If you wanna go change into jammies and you’re gonna be quiet you can come and get in bed but if not go play with your toys until daddy’s slept some more.” 

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The idea of a puppy wasn’t brought up again for a few days, the girls seemingly taking no for an answer. In fact, it wasn’t brought up again until Christmas Eve morning, the girls had stayed at your parents and Logan had finished work early. He walked into the kitchen and you could immediately tell something was off. 

“What have you done?” You said, watching as he approached you. 

“Not even a hello? No welcome home kiss? Baby, I thought you loved me?” He started, nervous laughter leaving his lips as he leaned towards you, being stopped by your hands on his chest. 

“You bought a dog didn’t you?” He looked away, his hand scratching the hair on the back of his neck as his other hand rested on his hip. 

“Yeah… yeah I bought a dog.” He admitted and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I knew you’d cave!” 

“No! No I didn’t! No one of the boys at work needed to get rid, his landlord had changed the terms an-.” 

“Logan, where's the dog?” You cut him off, not wanting to hear his excuses when you could be meeting the new addition to your family. 

“In the truck. You wanna meet her?” He said with a cheeky smirk on his face and you nodded as he took your hand, pulling you out into the garage with him. “She ain’t a puppy, she’s just over a year old.” 

As Logan opened the door, you saw the grey and white border collie sitting proudly on the front seat, one ear floppy with the other half up. “Oh my god… hi baby.” You let her sniff at your hand, only going to stroke her once she had licked you and nudged your hand with her head. “What’s her name?” 

“Misty. She’s a beauty ain’t she?” He said, one arm around your waist and the other scratching behind the pup’s ear. “Real good with kids, already potty trained and needs plenty of time outside. I reckon she’s the perfect fit for us.” 

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You and Logan were laid on the couch, your parents were dropping the girls off in the next few hours and you were both making the most of the peace and quiet. Misty was laid on Logan’s legs while you laid next to him with your head on his chest. 

“I still can’t believe you caved.” You laughed and Logan shot you the biggest stink eye known to mankind. The kind of look that only a man as sassy as your husband could muster.

“I did not cave. I was helpin’ a friend.” He argued, poking your ribs.

“Definitely caved.” You mumbled and he rolled his eyes though he didn’t argue back, knowing you were right. “I knew it!”

Dividers: @coolcatsgraphics

I'm also on A03 :)

Requests are also open if there is anything that people want me to write 💛

[shadow4-1]

Your hubby let u sleep with his friends ??? okkk girll i see you living the life we all want too (share ur secrets😣)

Oops I forgot I said that. Well...yes it's true. I've slept with a handful of my husband's friends (all of it was talked about beforehand, planned out, etc.)

Both my husband and I are bisexual. All of his friends he's had for years - since they were babies pretty much. They're all exceptionally close and they've experimented a lot together before I ever even came into the picture.

Besides my husband, none of them have girlfriends or wives (they're all in their late 20s now). I used to think it was a red flag but now I just realize they're all just tied to each other and fulfil their emotional needs that way. In fact, two of them are identical twins. They were suspicious when they met me at first (but after I witnessed a couple of them kissing my husband, let's just say they quickly came to realize I was definitely the girl for him).

(This picture is almost 10 years old. That's my husband in the blue jacket with half his friend group. We went out to a club, so all of us were piss drunk in the back of that taxi.)

Now, I'm not going to generalize Scottish men/people. I'm just going to give ya'll a rundown on what I've learned/observed over my multiple trips to Scotland. I've noticed that they tend to -

- Be chivalrous. Not a single guy I met (husband or otherwise) was rude or didn't use his manners the whole time I was there. And if they were amongst friends they had no issue with calling each other out for their bad behavior. Now that, that was nice to see. (So, yes, Soap's definitely has his manners and knows how to follow decorum well.)

- Be loud. Almost every man I met was boisterous and bright. Even the quiet ones (once I got them to talk) were animated. The culture over there is different than America (where I'm from), everyone seems to know everyone. So no one is seemingly scared of "strangers", they're usually pretty curious. (So, yes, Soap's talkative and interesting personality checks out.)

- Fight. Now, this one is because I spent a lot of time in bars. Again, unlike America, it's different. They don't carry guns (maybe a knife but even that's not the norm). Usually it's just a lot of posturing, yelling, and intimidation. But, if they actually decide to swing, usually the crowd will break it up and/or throw them outside. Fighting over there is kind of seen as a necessary evil. (So, yes, when they say Soap is a bit of a hot head and hops into fights I can definitely confirm it.)

- Welcome with open arms. I'm a plus size POC and most of the people you'll find in Scotland are Caucasian. You'd think there'd be some friction between me and the locals, but no. Not once was I ever treated unfairly by anyone. In fact, people loved to chat with me. I spent a lot of my time talking with strangers. (So, yes, Soap not batting an eye at Ghost and his ridiculous get up is on brand. He cares much more about getting to know the person underneath.)

I could go on. Maybe one day I'll be able to live my retirement years in Scotland. It's beautiful and green and walkable. Also they have Irn Bru, Jammie Dodgers, and my absolute favorite - Bairns Sausage Rolls. I'd immigrate just for those haha!

So yeah, I know a think or two, and Soap is a pretty great Scottish representation in my opinion. My husband is indifferent to him but maybe it's because he seems the similarities haha. If you want to hear more about my trysts I have no problem sharing! I've seen a lot and done alot in my short time here on Earth and trust me when I say I'm not stopping anytime soon! 😂

[bippityboppitybabe]

The Sleepover

Summary: Sometimes, good things do come to those who wait.

Pairing: Andrew Byrne-Hozier x reader

Warnings: fluff, friend-to-lovers, cursing, CONSENTING ADULTS DOING THE DEED - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: 3266

Author’s Note: I've always felt a little weird writing/reading about a real person. However, I've been in a writing slump for literal years and Hozier's music has always been inspiring. So morals be damned, right?

Disclaimer: Ya'll, I don't know this man. This is just the musings of a perpetually single lady and this should not be taken seriously whatsoever. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone (#noproofreading), and to be totally honest I just found this gif on the internet.

(Also, Mr. Hozier, I do apologize if you somehow find this on some dark corner of the internet. Please keep on scrolling.)

You hadn’t meant to stay the night— no really, you hadn’t. But there you were, tucked underneath a blanket as the day’s morning sun rays streaked across the hardwood floors. You could hear Andrew still snoring just behind you, he was probably asleep in the reclining chair you teased him senselessly about (“What are you, a seventy year old man?” / “Hey, once you fall asleep in one of these you’ll never say a bad word about them again”). 

And maybe he was on to something. An achiness had already begun to settle in your lower back, and your right arm seemed to have permanently lost feeling from where you’d slept on it apparently all night.

Blearily, you groped around with your left (and thankfully still operational) hand for a phone. Nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw the time.

“Andy. Andy!” You hissed, (regrettably) throwing the warm quilt off your body as you scrambled to an upright position. “Andrew, wake up! We overslept!”

The plan had been for a casual movie night. You showed up at a respectable six o’clock with both your favorite candies, and he’d prepared the popcorn and drinks. There wasn’t much of a chance to do this sort of thing anymore— you had your boring 9-5 big girl job, and Andrew was more often out of the city than in it. However, whenever your paths crossed you both made the effort to spend at least a little time together.

But when Andrew had texted you last week, revealing he had an actual free Saturday night, you’d practically burst from excitement. Andrew Byrne-Hozier was your favorite person in the world— he was funny, and kind, and considerate. And while, sure, you were a little in love with him and every moment in his present made your heart feel more like molten honey than an actual organ, his friendship was too important to risk.

So, for the last four years, you’d watched as he shuffled through a couple of relationships (it was worse when you actually liked his partner) and went on tour and recorded songs. You were always there with a funny meme or thoughtful advice or listening ear, and sometimes you were just there for him when it became a little too much.

And sure, you’d also dated a few people (nothing ever serious) and you’d adopted a cat (whom Andy had nicknamed ‘Jammy’ because one time he got his head stuck in a jam jar) and you’d switched jobs and moved into a new flat— so you wouldn’t say you were pining for your best friend. It was just a crush. (A crush that made your head spin and your heart stop but who cared?)

But back to last night. You were supposed to leave right after the movie ended because Andrew had some important interview via Zoom in the morning— and while you had been in the background of plenty of interviews, you’d both decided the risk of you being spotted or heard was too high with all the relationship rumors swirling. Andy had wanted the focus to be on his music and the charity a portion of the proceeds of his latest single went to— not add fodder to the fire of him dating someone (and that someone was, well, you. You get caught one time by the paparazzi leaving his house and all of a sudden the internet was desperate to know who you were).

But that interview was scheduled for fifteen minutes from now, and the man of the hour was still sleeping off the sugar crash you’d both apparently succumbed to last night.

Pulling on your socks that you’d somehow kicked off during the night, you spared a moment to throw one of the decorative pillows littering the floor at Andrew. “Andy, wake up!”

He just groaned and covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. “Leave me alone, it’s too early for that.”

“No it’s not! You whisper-yelled, finally launching yourself up to properly shake him awake. “It’s 8:45 in the morning, you’ve got that meeting in fifteen!”

At that, his eyes shot open, and he looked at the leather watch he’d left on overnight. “Shit.”

You nodded, giving his pant leg another tug. “Shit is right. What do you need?”

“I need to brush my teeth and get dressed.” He started, taking your hands as you helped him up. “I need a glass of water and my notes.”

You nodded, already mentally searching his apartment for the things you could gather for him. “I’ve got the water and notes, you get dressed. Whoever’s finished first can set up your laptop.”

So quickly you barely felt it, your best friend kissed you in the corner of your mouth (definitely by accident, he’d obviously missed your cheek). “Thanks babe— thank god you ended up staying the night. I’d’ve slept right through till the afternoon.”

Ignoring the butterflies that suddenly erupted in your stomach (he’d called you babe a few other times and it always got the chrysalis’ hatching), you nodded and gave him a little shove towards his bedroom. “Of course, now get going!”

You remembered seeing his interview notebook on the kitchen table, probably from where Andrew had been working on it the afternoon before. Moving with efficiency, you gathered it up, tucking in any loose papers into the pages tightly as you could, before flipping to the last page so it would be open for him.

But there, in the corner, he’d written your name. Not super unusual, he’d probably been thinking about your plans for the evening as he wrote down any points he wanted to discuss, but right next to it was a tiny heart. 

And sure, Andy doodled all the time— on napkins and music sheets and even sometimes your hand, but nonetheless the sight of that little heart warmed your own. 

Shaking your head, you picked up an empty glass from the table and filled it from the tap. Beggars couldn’t be choosers and Andrew was lucky he was getting anything hydrating right now. You glanced at the oven clock.

“Seven minutes!” You yelled, rushing into the living room and setting down the notebook and water glass. Without overthinking it, you grabbed as much as you could off his de facto interview table (usually it served as his entryway table, but it was in front of the only blank wall in his home and was the best backdrop for any business conducted over his computer).

You dumped the junk that had been littering the surface onto the couch you’d just been sleeping on (giving the quilt you’d just been shrouded in a few minutes ago a longing glance), before scooting out the table just enough to fit a chair behind it. Andrew, finally exiting his bedroom and only looking a modicum more put together than when he entered it, snagged one of his kitchen table chairs before beelining for you.

“Andrew, your hair looks awful.” You stated as you looked for a pen in the pile on the couch. You tossed it to him, and he caught it with a well practiced ease.

He laughed, plugging in his laptop before scooching into the chair he’d just placed and powering on the computer. “There’s not much I can do about it now, but you always know just what to say to make me feel good about myself.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your own hair tie and motioned for him to scoot. “I’ll braid it while you pull up the link.”

Andy complied, turning himself sideways in the chair and starting to log in. As gently as you could, you brushed your fingers through the wild curls to get out any major knots— then deftly sectioned it off into three parts and started braiding.

You would never admit this, but you loved braiding Andrew’s hair. Men always had the best hair (you were pretty sure it was scientifically proven) and he was certainly no exception. His hair was thick with so much body to it— some of your favorite pictures of him on tour were the ones where his hair grew wild from humidity. It never got quite so unruly in your hometown, but there was still something untamed about his hair you couldn’t get over.

But it was over before you knew it. Deftly tying off the end, you pulled the braid a little looser— picking out a few strands to artfully fall in Andrew’s face. You tugged the finished hairstyle before glancing at the clock. Finished with two minutes to spare.

Andrew adjusted himself in the chair, pulling up the Zoom chatroom and taking a sip of the lukewarm water you’d set out.

“Thank you,” he mouthed, before turning his attention to the screen.

As quietly as you could, you backed into his bedroom and closed the door behind you. Unsure of what to do with yourself or how long you’d be trapped, you crawled into Andrew’s bed and snuggled down into the sheets (surely it wasn’t crossing a line to take a deep sniff of his pillow, right?) Pulling out your phone, you plugged it into his charger and started scrolling on social media to pass the time…

… “Hey, wake up sleepy head.” A voice softly whispered, a warm hand brushing some hair out of your face. “My interview’s over and I got us some breakfast.”

You blinked your eyes open, struggling to focus on Andrew’s face in the dim lighting of his well-darkened bedroom. Your phone, which you must’ve fallen asleep on, was lost in the abyss of the crack between bed and nightstand so you had no way of knowing what time it was.

“How’d it go?” You slurred, burrowing a little deeper into the warm bed.

He smiled, “The interview went well thanks to you and your internal alarm clock.”

“Can I have just a little bit longer in bed?”

Andy sighed dramatically, “Only if I can join. I’m still half asleep.”

You laughed, but raised the sheets as he crossed over to the other side and got in. You two had shared a bed before, you reasoned as you turned to face him, once, a couple of years ago when he’d gotten too drunk for you to leave alone after a night out. And while intoxication was markedly missing in the scenario, you and Andrew were adults and could nap together.

“Thanks again for waking me up,” He whispered into the darked, turning to face you. “My agent would have been really pissed if I’d missed that. And I would have felt awful for wasting everyone’s time, of course.”

Gently, you pressed a finger to his mouth, “Shhhh, I’m sleeping.”

Andrew chuckled, but then took your hand in his and kissed your finger across his lips gently. Surprised by the tenderness, you opened your eyes to look at your best friend.

“I’m serious, thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you most days.” Andy said, his voice, while still quiet, had a gruffness to it you didn’t quite recognize. 

“Well, good thing you’ll never have to find out what life is like without me,” you whispered back, softly smiling. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I think, sometimes, the thing I’m scared of most is losing you.”

The confession took your breath away for a moment. Of course, Andy was the most important person in your life, but neither of you had ever said anything so… vulnerable to the other before. It had always struck you as funny— while it was no secret Hozier regularly barred his soul in his songs, the Andy you knew was fairly reserved and quiet. You knew where he stood not by his words, but by his actions.

You bit your lip, wanting to word your response carefully. Slowly, you moved your hand to his cheek, cupping his face. “I’m not sure there’s anything you could do to lose me.”

Your eyes locked for a moment, and you could tell he was looking for something in your face. You stayed still, like he was a deer you were scared of frightening away, and then the smallest smile on his face broke the trance.

“What about this?” He breathed, turning his face so he could kiss the inside of your wrist. Your face broke out in a hot flush, the feel of his lips against your skin causing the butterflies you’d been fighting with to begin anew.

You shook your head the tiniest bit, “We’re still friends.”

He leaned forward, and it was only then you realized how close the two of you were in this bed. The warmth of his body and the feel of his hand moving to rest on your hip nearly sent you overboard. Slowly, as if he was now the one afraid of frightening you, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss right on the crook of your neck. “And this?”

Your toes curled and you almost gasped involuntarily, but you just managed to catch yourself. “We’re— we’re still okay.”

Andrew moved again, this time pulling you towards him so suddenly, his body was all you could feel. You looked up, his warm eyes searching your face again before gently, oh so gently, he brushed his lips against yours. “What about this? Are you okay with that?”

Words were lost to you as your eyes fluttered closed. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself against him and somehow, even closer.

When your lips met again, there was no longer a question between the two of you. Suddenly, you were nothing more than the feeling of his fingers digging into your soft flesh, the scratch of your nails against his back, the heat that seemed to blossom in the space between your bodies. He groaned as your hips (involuntarily, of course) rocked into his, and you moaned at the feeling of his hard member against you.

“Andy,” You gasped, breathing hard but unable to even open your eyes— lost in the feeling of his lips trailing down your neck. “Andy please.”

Finally, you were able to crack your eyes just the tiniest bit, and almost gasped again at the sight of your best friend. He looked up at you, his beautiful hair already escaping your neat braid and his pupils blown wide as he seemed to drink you in. “Please what, darling?”

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Gentle fingers eased your shirt over your head, and you didn’t even have time to feel an iota of self-consciousness before your sports bra gave way next. Bare to him, Andrew gently turned you on to your back so he hovered over you, one of his legs cutting between your own.

Slowly, almost tortuously slow, he lowered himself and placed his mouth over one of your nipples— teasing the sensitive skin before moving onto the other side. Your hands, desperate to do something, wove into his hair as you held him against your body.

His hand skated across your stomach, moving lower and lower until it slipped past the loose elastic of your sweats and underwear— those long fingers you loved watching play music parting you and dipping inside for a brief moment.

You arched against him, gasping at the sudden feeling of him. Part of you still didn’t believe this was real, that surely you still had to be sleeping, even as he deftly pulled your remaining clothes down your legs.

Kicking them off and into the room, your own hands pulled at his shirt while raking your fingernails across the pale skin of his back. Now chest to chest, you couldn’t help but grind down onto the sweatpant clad thigh between your legs, desperate for any friction to try and relieve the growing pressure. 

Hot kisses trailed down the side of your neck as you felt him laugh against your skin, “Someone’s a little impatient.”

You groaned again, your chest heaving against his as a hand reached to slowly knead a breast. “You have no idea how long I’ve been patient for,” your voice was breathier than you’d ever heard it. “How much I’ve been wanting you.”

A cry filled the dimly lit room as those long, tortuous fingers found you again— Andrew expertly rubbing your clit with a thumb as he shifted his weight to start taking off his remaining clothes. Your hands reached behind you, searching for something (anything) to steady yourself against as the sweet, familiar pressure started to grow.

He bent your right knee down with his free hand and spread you even wider. “Say that again,” he whispered as he laid down at your side, his voice barely audible over the rushing in your ears. 

You gasped as the crescendo started, two fingers now inside you— their movements exquisite and maddening. “I want you—” you paused for a moment, your eyes squeezing closed against the incoming tide. “Only you.”

Shuddering, you barely had a moment to catch your breath in the seconds after your first orgasm before Andrew was reaching around you, fumbling for a moment before finding a familiar foil and ripping it open. Planting a kiss on your temple, the two of you locked eyes for a moment. You smiled, tenderly stroking a finger down the side of his face.

Andy shifted his weight so he was hovering over you again, his eyes searching your face with a question. Barely coherent (and dazed from how quickly you’d just orgasmed), you leaned over to answer with a lingering kiss— resting your forehead against his to pause for a moment.

“Please, Andy.”

In response, those tortuous fingers curled around your hips, your best friend kissing your neck as he positioned himself right at your entrance. “Tell me,” he whispered against your sweaty skin. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Your hips jutted upwards, and you groaned at the feeling of him brushing against you for just the briefest of moments. “I’ll never want you to stop,” You breathed, reaching up to stroke his face with your thumb. “I’ll never stop wanting you.”

The feeling of him, all of him, was more than you had ever created in your daydreams; you couldn’t have imagined how his hair would tickle your face as he leaned down to kiss you, you didn’t take into account the visual of his long, lean body as he thrust into you again and again and again, and never in a million years could you have conceived how beautiful of a sound he would make as he climaxed inside you.

Afterwards, glowing in the aftermath of your orgasm and the feeling of Andrew lingering on your skin, you turned over to face him. His hair, now completely fallen out of the braid you’d hastily pulled in it, spread out over the pillow like a halo. His cheeks were flushed (as were yours, you felt sure), the high spots a delicate pink as he breathed heavily and stared up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” you whispered softly, almost afraid to break the spell of the moment.

He turned to you, and his liquid brown eyes caught yours as a huge smile spread across his beautiful face. “Hey yourself.”

“You still have me, you know. If you want, I mean. I’m still not going anywhere.”

Andrew reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. The actions, so sweet and tender, made your heart squeeze with affection and hope. “Good, because I still don’t know what I would do without you.”

[jamneuromain]

😍🕯🎉 with lloyd hansen 🫣

happy 500 followers, jammy! (it's me, petalj, from my main blog hehe) you deserve each one and more 🥰

Hi bestie<3 (yes I followed you right after I saw this request but it still took me forever to write....

okay so for 🕯 I present to you this small drabble:

Take Care

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: None?

Summary: He's going to take care of you.

You look like as if you were about to faint any second now.

Which, to Lloyd's surprise, stirs the few drops of sympathy - if he still has it - at the bottom of his long-forgotten conscience.

He doesn't blame you, of course, since this funeral is lasting way too long for his liking as the priest drones on about good people going to heaven and blah blah blah. As you wipe your tears away with a handkerchief.

It's your grandfather's funeral, after all.

Lloyd bounces his foot on the marble floor.

He is not sitting among the common folks. Hell no.

He reserved himself a seat on the second floor, a perfect spot to place a sniper rifle - which he did, by the way, in case anyone dares to disturb the peace of this boring-ass funeral, but also to watch and observe.

If it weren't for this old man saving his ass a couple of years back in Nigeria, he wouldn't even bother.

Yet, he's here anyway. Fulfilling his promise to "take care" of your grandfather's family after his death.

Lloyd pops a bubble gum into his mouth, blowing a pink bubble when the priest asks you on stage, to deliver a few words before the casket is buried.

This is going to be fun. Lloyd thinks to himself, snapping a picture of you with his phone, and sending it to his investigator.

Now, should he tie you up with a red ribbon or a black one?

You murmur "thanks" to the last guest at the door. It's been a long day and you should probably head to your family house for the small gathering and receive another round of "I'm sorry for your loss".

But you want to spend some time alone, with your grandfather's body. For this could very well be the last time you could see his face.

As you close the door with a heavy thud, someone clears his throat behind your back.

It seems you have one last guest left.

"Thank you for attending the funeral, the gathering is at our family house on Blackcast Road in about half an hour." You manage a small smile, "Mister...?"

"Hansen." The moustache man in a black turtleneck replies, "Your granps is a nice guy."

"Thank you, Mr. Hansen." You shake his hand. Boy, he has a strong grip.

"No need." The smile on his face seems inappropriate for a funeral - or someone who has come to say goodbye. Lloyd widens his grin, "I'll see ya' later, sweet cheeks."

Red ribbons would look amazing on you.

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[dangermousie]

Upcoming 2024 cdramas (maybe???) from least appealing to most

We got less than two months, so let's gooooo! Now with cdramas, you never know if something will air until it drops and sometimes not even then, so this is rumored.

The Immortal Ascension - Yang Yang is my least favorite cdrama actor and that topic is boring as hell to me so yeah, nope.

Duoluo Continent 2 - aka "we can't afford Xiao Zhan any longer, sorry." I couldn't even get through the first season of this "Harry Potter Chinese edition" mess despite my love for XZ, so I am highly unlikely to check this one out.

Moonlight Mystique - aka a rainbow vomited. Honestly, I hated the trailer. And while I adore Bai Lu, her leading man? You know how there are apparently those antis who think Liu Yuning is ugly and I go are you blind? It's the reverse for ARP for me - clearly the industry finds him hot enough to be leading man material but I find him genuinely ugly, which is a feat for a cdrama actor to be. It might be OK if I found him a good actor but...

Brocade Odyssey - I hate women empowering themselves through business (of a suitably feminine nature, of course) narratives as much as I do ML is the specialiest wuxia boy in all the world narratives. I am fond of Seven though so here is hoping.

The Demon Hunter's Romance - I was way more excited for it before SZE got into a limbo. Now I am sort of meh. Plus, despite my soft spot for RJL, he's a terribly uneven actor so you never know what yu will get with him. This said, if this does air, we might actually have a chance to see Prisoner of Beauty.

A Moment But Forever - an old school xianxia in vibe from the trailers but sometimes that's what you need. Plus, Tang Yan being sent to kill fragile gorgeous Liu Xueyi but choosing to protect him instead is my jammy jam jam!

Blossom - out of all the trailers for upcoming dramas, this is my favorite, I adore Meng Ziyi, LYR is getting upgraded to ML status and it's the director of Provoke, Butterflied Lover and A Familiar Stranger.

Guardians of the Dafeng - can't believe it's my most anticipated but here we are. Now, this could either be truly terrible or truly sublime but I am a fan of high risk/high reward concept. I have never been impressed by Dylan Wang except for CLJ but I was blown away there. Director of Shen Li and screenwriter of My Perfect Husband. So...anyway, I want to gamble.

[drewsbuzzcut]

Ooooh maybe a blurb on one of the kids when are a baby like a 6-8 months old and may has been gone from a long roadie and he has also been practicing and putting in a lot of extra work; staying late at morning skate or longer workouts and maybe he comes home from a roadie and one of the babies (you can choose between the three hehe😉) doesn’t recognize him or maybe only wants to be held/taken care of by model!reader and mat is upset and devastated bc he feels like a shit father but it’s just the baby being a baby and tired bc by the next morning the baby only wants Mat and NO ONE ELSE

🥹😭

I’m going with Nolan just bc he’s the first baby, so Mat is still very new when it comes to fatherhood!

Mat lugs himself through the front door, body being weighed down by the longer morning skates and the intense workout sessions that follow. That’s not to mention Mat feeling extremely guilty for spending more time on hockey than with his family. Between a two week long roadie and the endless hours at the rink, Mat hasn’t been around for you or for Nolan. He can’t even fathom a thought about what he’s sure he’s missed with being absent. All he wants is to cuddle into his girlfriend and hold his sweet baby boy.

Entering his home, he’s met with the smell of a clean house and Nolan’s body wash. The guilt really starts to eat at him in that moment. He should be here, helping you clean and bathe your son. Shaking it off, he silently works his way through the house, finishing your cleaning routine and putting his things away. Finally he makes his way to your ensuite, pushing the door open to find you crouched down while you work the baby soap through Nolan’s tufts of hair.

“Look who’s here, Nolie! It’s daddy!” You quietly cheer, smiling at your man.

“Hi, baby. I missed you so much,” he whispers, sitting on the floor next to you.

“I missed you,” you say back into his lips.

“Hi, sweet boy. Daddy missed you, Nols,” he coos, reaching out to touch his son, but the baby pulls away.

Mat frowns, but not long enough for you to notice.

“How was the roadie? You guys played really well, especially you. You looked so sexy out there,” you make conversation, dying to hear about his week.

“Thank you, pretty girl. Yeah, the roadie was really good. We played some good hockey, thank god,” he mutters, leaning back against the porcelain tub.

“I love that for you. Can you do me a favor and get Nolan dried and dressed in his jammies? They’re on the bed,” you ask even though you don’t have to.

“Of course,” he agrees, pulling his baby boy out of the tub and making sure he’s wrapped snugly in his towel.

Nolan quickly realizes that you’re not the one holding him and starts squirming in Mat’s arms.

“It’s okay, baby. Daddy has you,” he tries to soothe the crying baby, but it’s to no avail.

Nolan cries the entire time he’s with Mat, not even Mat’s voice can calm him down like it usually does.

When you step back into your room, skin care done and dressed in Mat’s t-shirt, Nolan clocks you. He’s immediately reaching out for you and you don’t let him suffer any longer.

“What’s wrong, my little love? It’s okay, mommy’s here,” you get your baby to finally calm down.

Your boyfriend watches you rock Nolan to sleep, heart sinking into his stomach. He hates himself even more.

You quickly take Nolan to his nursery where you rock him for a while before heading back to your bed.

You notice Mat’s unusual silence, piquing your concern. You turn towards him and just watch as he stares daggers into the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, head resting on his shoulder and hand rubbing his stomach.

“Nolan doesn’t recognize or doesn’t love me, I hope it’s the former. I’m such a shit father. I haven’t been around much and now he doesn’t even know who I am,” he blurts, voice thick with sadness.

You frown at his teary eyes.

“That’s not true. He loves you so much and he does know who you are. You know that. He’s always so happy to see you on facetime and he loves hearing your voice. He’s just a baby. They’re odd like that. Please don’t let it get to you,” you try to talk him down.

“That doesn’t mean that I’m not a shit father, though. I haven’t been here as much as I should. I’m steadily choosing hockey over being here with you guys and being a parent and partner,” he says in a strangled cry.

You move to lay on top of him, so your eyes can look down into his. You cup his cheeks and kiss his lips so softly.

“You’re not a shit father. Hockey is your job and I understand you wanting to get better at it. There’s no fault in it. Yeah, I wish you were around more, but I do understand you being gone. I knew what I was getting myself into. Please don’t call yourself a shit father,” you state, truth obvious in your voice.

“I love you and I’ll be here more,” he promises.

“I love you.”

That night you go to sleep with your big baby in your arms. Mat’s heart finally doesn’t feel so heavy.

He quickly comes to see that you’re right, come next morning when you place a happy Nolan on his chest.

“I love you, Nolie bear,” he whispers, kissing his baby’s head.

Your baby cuddles into your boyfriend’s chest and you feel your heart melt at the sight. You share a knowing glance with Mat and you sigh in contentment. Nothing can compare to mornings with your boys. Nothing can compare to the love being shared in your bedroom.

[andy-clutterbuck]

Edgar Bradley Wardrobe Appreciation Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities - The Murmuring (2022)

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Hi sorry for requesting again but I was wondering you had CG Headcannons for Mk 11 Johnny Cage ? He's a comfort character at the moment and I'm happy to see you do content for MK 10,11 and 1 :) sorry again for being awkward in my first ask I've been off tumblr for a while and recently came back ...

MK11 Johnny Cage!!! <3

And your fine, don't worry one bit!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK11 Hcs

💫 Depending on where we are on the timeline depends on how ‘good’ on a CG he is (all CGs are good, they're trying their best <3)

💫 Younger Johnny is more of a babysitter or older brother figure, but still a pretty good CG

💫 Older Johnny takes on a more stable CG role (we're gonna focus on him)

💫 You have so much Johnny Cage merch!!!!

💫 Any kind of doll or stuffie made of him, you've already got it!!

💫 You've even got some shirts with his old movie designs

💫 Mostly you have these because he gets a copy of almost anything ever made of him (and he likes to spoil you <3)

💫 Older Johnny has kinda left his old Hollywood life behind, joining the military and doing some movies here or there

💫 He's settled down, more to Earth than his other selves

💫 That will not stop him from buying anything you want, no matter the price

💫 You want a yummy treat? What kind? He's already got his wallet put

💫 He knows you have a thousand and one plushies . . . But a few more can't reeeeeeally hurt anyone

💫 You are his baby and nothing is allowed to harm a hair on your head

💫 You think your clingy? Psh, you haven't seen Cage Clingy

💫 Constantly wants to hold or coddle you, your just so cute!!

💫 But like, he guesses he can let you go run off, but he has to be nearby and you have to be in eye distant!!!

💫 Matching Johnny Cage inspired jammies (he happened to have them already)

💫 He has a habit of babying you even if you regress older

💫 If you like being treated like a princess/prince/royalty? Brilliant!! He's got you covered!!

💫 If you want more independence, he's decent with it, and will treat you more your age

💫 Finds middlespace regresses entertaining (mostly if your an emo regressor)

💫 Loves making bracelets and drama when your bigger

💫 Drama can be almost anything, including this dramatic thing that happened in your favorite TV show

💫 Babble encourager!!!

💫 Full blown conversations with babblers, he thinks they're adorable

💫 If you want to have him dress up and have a tea party, he's so for it

💫 Make him wear a tiara and tutu, he'll do it with pride

💫 Will also let you paint his nails any color you want

💫 While he loves and babies you, he also puts his foot down >:(

💫 If your a rule breaker, prepare for a bunch of timeout time, because there's almost not changing his mind (unless you regress really small)

💫 Won't punish you if it was an accident though, he's not terribly mean

💫 If you ever offer to spar or wrestle him while your tiny, he'll generally laugh

💫 Not at you!! Well, kinda

💫 It's just, your so cute!! Thinking you could beat him up, that's so adorable 🥺

💫 He'll let you fight him though (and probably let you win, but you don't reeeeally gotta know that)

💫 He'll treat you with ice cream when you ‘win’

💫 He's getting old, but he's got the energy he had when he was in his 20s (y'all he's like almost 60 in MK11 can you believe that??)

💫 If you regress as base, your either right by his side holding his hand, or your always in reach just in case

💫 There is a not touching rule on everything if your small on base, there's a lot of dangerous stuff and Johnny's not having you get hurt

💫 He'll do his little “Here's Johnny!!” while playing peek-a-boo

💫 Sometimes he'll egg you on to do naughty things he finds funny (like prank Sonya by putting a bit of salt in her coffee)

💫 Will also take the blow when Sonya starts getting pissy because someone (👀) ruined her coffee

💫 Your naptime? Nuh-uh. Our naptime 😎

💫 Man's old, he'd love to just laze around and cuddle

💫 But he's also got the spirit of a child, and would love to run around with you

💫 If your small while he's working out, he'll laugh as you try to pick up his weight

💫 He'll probably give you one of those workout balls or some super light weights so you can be just like Daddy :D

💫 . . . Dad jokes 😒

💫 And sometimes they're not even good!! Most times they're just to poke or annoy you!! >:(

💫 Most times they're actually really funny though

💫 Favorite CG nicknames are Daddy, Dada, Papa, Bubba, and literally anything you wanna call him

💫 Your go-to babysitters are Sonya and Cassie

💫 (Maybe also Jax and Kenshi)

💫 Cassie and Sonya both love you, you've got the whole Cage family behind your back

💫 Favorite little nicknames to call you are Princess, Baby Girl/Boy, Little One, Sweetiepie, Honey, Little Star

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I hope they're more MK11 Johnny and not MK1 Johnny, and I can always do more or something like that. <3

[bijouxcarys]

𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

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To Love So Completely Masterlist

Description: Sometimes the pain of what should have never been, opens your eyes to what can be.

Tags: @celestial-dragoness @firethatgrewsolow @callmethehunter @angrychicksposts @chromations

@strsmn @m-faithfull @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @dzdndcnfsd @tangerine1969

@inanebula @friccinfricks (if you want to be tagged in any future Robert Plant fics, just let me know!)

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 “I mean it, he’s yer guy. Yer not gunna find a better drummer,” Robert insisted, leading the way to squeeze through the modest crowd that had formed in front of the raised stage.

“We’re trusting your judgement, Plant. Don’t make us regret doing that, y’hear me?”

“Listen, if you don’t like him, I’ll take the punishment,” he held his hands up in defence. “Give him a chance, though. He’s a beast!”

Robert practically bounced on his heels, hands clasped together in preparation for what he hoped would be the turning point… As if there hadn’t been a million of them already… But this may be it! The break he’d been looking for.

“That has to be the most intense face of concentration I have ever seen.”

Robert glanced to the side and smirked. “Just you wait ‘til he gets goin’.”

Waiting for the Tim Rose set to begin, Robert took a moment to have a gander, eyeing every corner of the venue—very warm, welcoming, humble… A pub without the overpopulation of old tables and chairs, and patches of dried beer somebody couldn’t be bothered to clean up after a night shift. But then, in the distance, stood happily at the side of the stage against a large wooden pillar, was her.

He swallowed, every sense tingling with anticipation and instantaneously needing to be closer to her. So, he led his small group over to where Elena stood, finally getting a better look at her. His eyes unintentionally landed on the short skirt, hugging her to her waist and leaving her legs from mid-thigh down on show.

I’ve never actually seen her legs before…

Blinking, he quickly averted his gaze to her face, finding her watching Bonzo with a bright expression, his heart fluttering, stomach twisting. Why can’t I just take her in my arms and let her know how fuckin’ gorgeous she is?

Oh, right. That’s why.

As Robert closed in, the unfortunate sight of the shaggy-haired man Elena had been talking about for months came into view from behind the pillar. One hand in his pocket, and one glued to her lower back.

Suppressing his grimace, Robert pushed the feeling aside as Elena spotted him, and gasped excitedly.. She left the side of her man-friend just to engulf Robert in a tight hug. Enthusiastically wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

One point to Robert.

Only about a million more to catch up with the jammy sod that’s scored the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen in my life…

“I didn’t know you were coming!” she exclaimed as they pulled apart, Robert’s hands cautiously ghosting over her sides.

“Ya thought I’d miss ‘ar Bonzo?” he shouted back over the sound of said drummer. “Not a chance, luv.”

Elena simply giggled, taking a step back and reaching for the guy who was just burning holes into the back of her head with his eyes. “Finally get to introduce the two of you!”

I’d prefer it if you didn’t—oh, stop it, Rob. He’s probably a nice guy! Yer just bein’ a jealous prat.

“Robert, this is David,” she proudly proclaimed, her delicate hand sliding down David’s arm before finding refuge in the bend of his elbow.

“Ah, the lucky guy she’s been bangin’ on about for ages,” Robert did his utmost best to keep a friendly disposition, no matter how badly he wanted to rip the man’s arm off when he went to shake his hand.

“I must be,” David said with a small smirk, before pulling back from the singer and draping his arm around Elena. “You been talkin’ about me, sweetheart?”

It was jarring. Seeing Elena flush up and giggle like a lovesick pre-teen; a complete 180 to how she usually was. But then again, Elena didn’t view Robert like she viewed David—and the former had to remind himself of the very fact as he felt a stinging in his chest at how adorable she looked, despite getting flustered over another man.

Amidst his rampant thoughts, he almost completely ignored Elena’s silent gesture to the two guests he had brought along with him to watch John perform. 

Idiot, Rob. Idiot, idiot, idiot!

“Oh, yeah!” He played it off with a crooked laugh, shoving his hands into his back pockets as he stood to the side. “Elena, this is Jimmy, and Peter. Two of the very best in the industry.”

“Now you’re just kissing my arse,” Peter snorted, instantly going for a handshake with Elena. “Y’alright, love.”

“I’m using your words, G,” Robert rolled his eyes as Jimmy greeted her. Elena found herself analysing the dark-haired musician with curiosity, eyes narrowing.

“Is everything okay?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah, sorry,” Elena chuckled, shaking her head. “No, you just look sort of familiar, that’s all…”

Robert folded his arms, watching as Elena slowly put the pieces together once Jimmy divulged a little more information as to who he actually was. Then, finally, it clicked.

You’re the cutest, Elena.

“Oh fuck!” she crudely gasped, smacking herself on the forehead. “Jimmy fucking Page! As in The Yardbirds?”

“As in The Yardbirds, yeah,” Jimmy grinned, always one to take pride in being recognised by music fans every now and then. It meant he was doing something right.

“Holy sh–”

“Alright, we don’t need to be effin’ and blindin’ every sentence, do we?” David pulled Elena into him, his grip tightening on her shoulder.

“Sorry,” Elena apologised quietly, embarrassment taking over. You should’ve known that, you dickhead…

Robert’s brows furrowed a little in confusion, momentarily casting his eyes over David. “Nah, yer alright, luv. We’re always swearin’ like a bunch of sailors, aren’t we?” By the end of his question, his gaze was back on her, and the smile just looking at her face brought out of him was insurmountable. It couldn’t have been quashed by anything.

That was what she did to him. But he could never tell her that.

She wasn’t… his.

It was foreign to see Elena act so shy. So… withdrawn. Sure, she chatted away like she usually did the majority of the night, but it wouldn’t come without the occasional squeeze from David’s arm, still tightly wrapped around her—that was when she would tone it down. Stop talking altogether.

However, in that moment, no amount of David stopped her from realising the purpose of Jimmy Page and Peter Grant’s attendance. 

With John still rolling away like he always did, Elena had the opportunity to speak with Jimmy at the side of the stage, absolutely filled to the brim with questions. It was actually difficult for her not to rattle off each question, one after the other, but she managed. Didn’t want to get on the poor lad’s nerves, after all…

“So, you’re scouting new talents, then?” Elena nodded in understanding, folding her arms as she divided her attention between John and Jimmy.

“Either that or stay a session musician for the rest of my life,” Jimmy shrugged, chuckling to himself at the thought. 

The prospect of Robert and John joining forces with Jimmy Page, of all people, caused a wide grin to spread across Elena’s face. If she lacked the ability to contain her impulses, she’d be screaming and jumping for joy. She only hoped that Robert understood how excited she was for him through the inevitable hug she brought him into once she snatched another moment with him.

“This is such a huge deal!” she squealed, gripping onto Robert’s upper arms.

“I know! Just hope Bonzo’s up for it,” he nodded towards the stage.

Elena scrunched up her eyebrows. “Why, is he giving off the impression that he wouldn’t be up for it?” If she knew John well, and she most definitely did, he’d be raring to go.

“Well, the thing is… Jimmy is pretty serious business. I mean, if he’s gunna go for it, he’s gunna go for it, ya know? No half-arsing it, and he definitely doesn’t want to keep it a national thing, either. If there’s one thing I’ve picked up from him, it’s that he’s shooting for worldwide success.”

Worldwide success. What a daunting thought. John was a homebody, through and through. Elena actually struggled to picture her best friend in such a setting; she didn’t know what that would do to him mentally. She briefly recalled the time he had called himself a family man first, farmer second, with the occasional impulse to bang on some drums for an hour or two. Was worldwide success something he could cope with?

“Are you worried he won’t be as committed or something?” Elena questioned, tilting her head to the side.

“No, I just… ah, I dunno, he’s just never seemed like the ‘fame’ type, ya know?”

“Maybe not,” she started, glancing to the side. “But he’s a bloody good musician, and you know that better than anyone. If anyone’s gonna make good music with you guys, it’s him.”

Obviously, Elena had a natural proclivity to protect and defend her best friend; he was practically her brother. But it wasn’t just coming from a place of loyalty. She’d heard enough music in her 19 years on Earth, and John was without a doubt destined to be one of the greats. No one dictated rhythm like he did, she’d never heard another drummer emit the same energy as him, and she definitely had never come across another musician with as much passion for his craft… apart from Robert, of course.

“And look, right,” she smirked. “If he doesn’t accept an offer from Jimmy fucking Page, he’s an idiot, and I’ll be havin’ words.”

Robert laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I just want it all to go well.”

“It will,” Elena reassuringly placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing the muscle underneath ever so slightly. “And I know you’re a smart lad, but to be completely honest… There’s no way in hell I can picture you working as an accountant.”

“Ya just had to get that one in there, didn’t ya?” Robert playfully scowled down at her, ruffling her hair.

“Oi, you twat, my hair looked really nice!” She leaned away from him, attempting to smooth her hair back down.

“Yer not wrong there, darlin’.” 

Robert was so happy he’d said it quiet enough for nobody to hear it. Especially since David decided to slide over to the two of them, his arm instantly swinging around Elena’s shoulders.

“What’s goin’ on ‘ere, then?”

“Talkin’ ‘bout Bonzo,” Robert simply replied, stepping back a little and sliding his hands into his pockets. “Elena was just sayin’ that she thinks he has a good shot at success.”

“He doe—”

“Ah, that’s Ellie for ya,” David chuckled, his knuckles visibly whitening from the grip he had on her. “Always makin’ people feel good about themselves, eh?”

Elena, instead of jabbing back and making her usual jokes, just chuckled, sending her boyfriend a closed-mouth smile.

“I just care about my friends,” she nodded, looking down.

“I know you do, sweetheart,” David cooed down at her, causing Robert’s stomach to turn. He wasn’t sure if it was just his deep-rooted jealousy, or if he genuinely hated the way he spoke to her. It wasn’t cute, it wasn’t funny. It was condescending. And Elena couldn’t see it—he knew that much, if anything.

“Anyway, I think it’s time for us to go, Elena.”

“Aw, what? Bon’s not even finis–”

“Remember you told me we’d only have to be here an hour or so,” David raised an eyebrow at her.

Searching for the memory in that pretty little head of hers, Elena conceded pretty quickly the longer the silence went on, before she just shrugged and let out a small sigh.

“You did, baby, I promise,” David smiled. “You know I have to get up early.”

“I know you do,” Elena smiled at him, before looking back at Robert who watched the interaction like a hawk. “David’s a real estate agent.”

“Oh, lovely,” Robert feigned interest. “Pay well?”

“Fairly. Big cities bring in the biggest cheques.”

Unable to ingest any more of this arsehole’s drivel, Robert only nodded, closing off the conversation with a small hum, before turning back to Elena. “It’s alright if you have to go, luv, you can always stop by rehearsals like normal.”

David squinted his eyes a little at Robert, subtly sizing up the singer, who he’d imagined to be much smaller.

“We’ll see. She’s gettin’ real busy at work lately, aren’t you?”

“You still work in Walsall, ye?” Robert asked.

“Of course she does. Makes me drive her there and back, don’t you?”

Let her answer the fucking question, you twat.

“Okay, one question at a time,” Elena breathed through a laugh. “I promise I’ll stop by when I can, Rob, ‘kay?”

“Anytime,” he reminded her.

“Yep… Anyway, we’ll be going now. Uh,” she glanced at David, “Tell Bon I said sorry for not staying longer.”

“Alright, will do…”

It broke his heart that night: Elena’s departure without the jovial pageantry of a hug and one more jab for the road.

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One particularly grey afternoon, Elena found herself behind the bar of the pub in Walsall, wiping down the well-worn surface and arranging glasses. The place was quiet, save for the low murmur of a few regulars nursing their pints. The midday shift was always slow, offering her ample time to dwell on her thoughts.

As she finished setting the last glass in place, the door creaked open, the area’s regular postman stepping in with his hat tilted against the drizzle outside. He nodded to Elena and handed her a small stack of letters, the top one bearing an unmistakable scrawl.

“Another one for Bonham, is it?” the postman remarked with a friendly smile.

Elena took the letter, matching the smile. “Seems like it. Cheers, Arthur.”

She retreated to a quiet corner of the bar, the letter clutched in her hands. Anyone looking on may have taken her to be a bad friend, opening telegraphs addressed to someone who wasn’t her, but John had stated many a time that she was more than welcome to check letters for him whenever they came directly to the pub and not to his home.

As she opened it up, Robert’s familiar handwriting greeted her, his bold, looping script filling the page. She couldn’t help but smile at his colloquialisms and the playful tone that permeated his words, much like they did in real life.

‘Bonzo, mate,’ the letter began, ‘You’ve got to get your arse into gear and join The New Yardbirds. We’re onto something big, I can feel it in my bones. Don’t let this chance slip through our fingers. We’ve got Jimmy Page, for crying out loud! He’s got some groovy ideas and we need your magic to make it all come together. 

Don’t make me come drag you out of Walsall myself! 

Rob.’

Elena giggled to herself, imagining Robert’s earnest expression as he penned the words. She admired his determination, this being the 19th telegram he’d sent. The 30-odd others were all from Peter Grant. She knew they were absolutely pining for John to join, but he had offers coming out of his ears! He had a lot of heavy decision-making to do.

The later it got into the afternoon, the more vacant the pub became. With it being a Tuesday evening, Elena doubted that there’d be much of a buzz tonight. Not that she’d need to be there anyway; she was a solid 40 minutes away from clocking out for the day.

Outside, the drizzle of the rain continued, painting the windows with streaks of water that blurred the view of the cobbled streets. She was lost in her thoughts completely, replaying the lines of Robert’s telegraph in her mind as she wiped down the counter yet again, making sure to eliminate any unpleasant sign of sticky beer residue. The comforting rhythm of her task provided a temporary relief from the growing sense of irritation that had been creeping into her life as of late. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, but she knew it was there—swirling in the recesses of her mind.

“Hello there,” a familiar voice greeted with a casual charm.

Elena peered up, her face lighting up as she met the sight of David settling onto a barstool. A genuine smile broke through her thoughts. “Dave! What are you doing here? I don’t get off for another 40!”

He shrugged, a relaxed smile playing on his lips. “Just thought I’d come by and see you. Missed my girl. How’s your day been?”

Heart warming at his words, she leaned across the bar to give him a quick kiss. “It’s been alright. Slow, as usual. Got another telegraph for John from Robert. He’s trying to convince him to take up Jimmy’s offer.” She snorted with a small shake of her head.

David’s eyes narrowed a little, but his smile remained. “Oh, another one of those, eh? Why are you even friends with ‘em, it seems like all ya do is open their letters.”

Elena chuckled softly, returning to her duties of wiping out glasses and lining them up behind the bar. “Bon-Bon’s my best friend. Has been since we were kids.”

David’s fingers drummed on the surface of the bar, sending her a nonchalant nod. “And what about that faggy-lookin’ one… What’s his name—Robin?”

Her hands paused for a moment before she forced herself to continue. “Robert?”

“Yeah, why would you want to be friends with someone like that?”

“Someone like what?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

David sighed, as if he were pointing out the most blatantly obvious concept on Earth. “Ya know, the musician-y types. They’re not gunna go anywhere. They all think they’re gunna be big bad rockers. They just recycle old shit. I thought you were more perceptive than that.”

Elena’s jaw tightened, but she kept her tone light. He was just looking out for her. “Well, I like listening to Bon and Robert. And The Yardbirds were a good group. Besides, Robert has a background in accounting, so it’s not like he’s got nowt to fall back on. Same with John and his carpentry stuff.”

David’s expression softened, and he reached across the bar to take her hand. “I just worry about you, sweetheart. You deserve stable friends, who can be there for you. Not ones chasin’ some pipe dream.”

Elena squeezed his hand, her heart swelling with affection. “I know, Dave. But they’re good guys. Honestly, they are.”

“Alright, if you say so,” he nodded, the smile returning. The smile she loved to see, purely because he had one slightly crooked tooth that gave him a goofy kind of appearance; it never failed to make her like him even more. “Just remember, I’m here for you as well. Always will be.”

As the minutes ticked by, David continued to chat with her, asking about the mundane details of her day, occasionally making her laugh with his witty remarks. But as she got back to work with half an hour left of her shift, he watched her with a keen eye as he rested his arms on top of the bar.

“Ya know,” he began, “You look like you could use a break.”

Elena glanced up, a puzzled smile playing on her lips. “Nah, I’m good. Another 30 and I’m out of here.”

David shook his head, his smile widening. “Nonsense. You’ve been working too hard. Come on, let’s get out of ‘ere. You deserve a night off.”

Hesitating, her eyes darted to the clock. “I can’t just leave, David, I’ve got to make sure everything’s set for Alison when her shift starts.”

His smile didn’t falter, but there was a steely edge to his voice. “You’ve been here all day. What’s half an hour? I miss you, Elena. Come on, let’s have some fun.”

She wanted to resist, to tell him that she couldn’t just abandon the rest of her shift, but his gaze was so intense, almost hypnotic to her. The way he looked at her, like she was the centre of his universe, made her heart flutter. He was so open with the way he felt about her, it was overwhelming at times, but he was the only one who had been so open.

“I don’t know, David…”

Once again reaching over the bar, he took her hand in his. “Please, Ellie. For me? I just want to spend some time with you.”

Alas, her resolve weakened. The warmth of his hand, the sincerity in his eyes—it was so hard to say no to the man sometimes.

“Alright,” she sighed. “Let me just get my coat, yeah?”

David’s smile broadened, and he gave her hand a small squeeze. “Atta girl.”

When they stepped out into the persistent rain, David pulled her close, his arm wrapped around her waist. “You’re not gunna regret this, love.”

The chill in the air made Elena shiver, but David’s touch was warm, almost possessive. Or was it protective? The two meshed together with David, it was hard to tell the difference. Besides, nobody had ever touched her the way he did.

They reached his car, a sleek vehicle that contrasted sharply with the modest surroundings of the pub. He opened the door for her with a flourish, his charm on full display. Once inside, the engine roared to life, and they pulled away from the curb. The familiar streets of Walsall blurred past, the shower around them transforming the world into a series of indistinct shapes and muted colours. Elena leaned back in her seat, for a second pondering on what John would have said if he knew she was leaving work early without any notice.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…”

“About what?” Elena asked, peering out at the passersby heading home from work or whatever after school club they had attended.

“About you. About us.” He reached over, resting a hand on her thigh. “I don’t think… I want you working in that pub anymore.”

Elena blinked in surprise. “What? Why not?”

He sighed, his fingers tracing patterns on her leg. “Because you’re so much better than that. You don’t need to be working there. I can take care of you.”

Heart skipping a beat, a combination of bewilderment and flattery overtook her. “Dave, I like my job. I like being independent, y’know?”

He shook his head, the grip on her leg tightening ever so slightly. “But you don’t need to be, though. I’ve got enough for both of us. I want to look after you, give you everything you deserve.”

“But I—”

He cut her off, his voice lower and more insistent. “Elena, don’t you trust me? I just want what’s best for you.”

“I do trust you, David, but—”

Moving his hand higher, the tip of his pinky finger slid under her coat. “Come on, baby… Let me take care of you. You don’t need to work there. You’re too beautiful, too special for that place…”

Her resolve was slowly crumbling. She couldn’t think. Only wished he’d move his hand a little higher. He knew exactly how to get her to succumb. “David, I…”

Momentarily diverting his eyes from the road, he leaned his head into her. “I’ll make it worth it, darling. I promise.”

Elena felt herself giving in, her body responding to his touch, despite the nagging thoughts telling her to not to quit her job. The job her best friend gave her. “Alright,” she whispered. “Alright….”

David’s smile was victorious as he pressed a kiss to her neck once they stopped at a red light. “That’s my girl… You’ll see, it’s the right choice.”

[tragically-jane-doe]

Back again shadys back to scream some more

Acts of service being his love language kill me now

Oh God they're talking to each other omg

This man has pinned for years jesus

HE WANTS HER TO DOM HIM SO BAD HES SUCH A BRAT

The fuck sir? Why you sniffing sa-eon actually wait I kinda like his fucked up ness keep going

Sa-eon I swear to God you did not just ghost your wife nvm they got me with a dream false alarm

I love his striped jammies

OMG cuddling everything is moving so damn fast calm down and wait til marriage what's next hand holding?!

God bless sa-eon reporter friend

MR KANG YOU LITTLE MOTHER FUCKER I LOVE YOU BUT YOU INTERRUPTED RELATIONSHIP PROGRESS

Sang woo baby you're giving off serial killer vibes babe please stop

No one can every out crazy sa-eon

Okay all the parents suck then?

Wait does old girl know her actual son is behind all this? Holy shit

Hee-joo Work mom I love you sm

Mr Kang baybe

NEW PLAYER START

Eeeeee my boy learning sign yes he's so fucking awkward and lame I love him

Mr Kang babe I love your desk set up the wifey pictures the fun stationary also damn he petty

Huhh who are you Juan nooo he looks so sad fuck no

Daddy Juan?

WAIT OMG THE GRANDFATHER? IS OUT HERE KILLING KIDS (I'm guessing that's him also guessing he isn't like killing kids just torturing his grandson)

IN-A GIRLY POP HEY SHUT UP

Look I know he's not gonna die cause ml but God is it dirty to end on this

HES STARING AT HER IN THE PICTURES FUCK

[lilbluebastard]

Clara’s re-design and more about her! Sorry I got carried away :< (also she’s not bald I just didn’t give her a lot of hair so that I could draw her face! I hope everyone likes her 😭 okay I’m done for a bit my fingers and wrist hurt for, drawing

-personality

She’s a snobby up tight rich girl, she’s a whiney crybaby and a absolute bitch at times, but she can be generous and sweet (if your not paparazzi) she’s old school and classy , her anger and sass comes from her mother and her gentle nature she gets from her father, loves attention

-face

Has brown eyes and dirty blonde hair, a large burn on the right side of her face (missing an eye do to infection) a long scar across her nose ending at her left cheek , wears a lot of make up on the left side of her face to hopefully distract other from her injury (injure caused by ex-husband)

-body

Is originally slightly curvy but her tummy is being tucked in underneath a very tight black and red dress corset, wears a tan button up shirt with red bows covering her dress (took heavy inspiration from gooseberry) wears tan stockings that are cut and sliced open by her knife, her thigh is littered in scars from accidentally cutting herself when she uses her knife, walks with a limp do to missing a heel (she’s still looking for it)

-bit of backstory

she was a daddy’s girl but her mother didn’t want her “princess” working on her grandparents icky farm so, her mother Lilith signed her 3 year old daughter up for pageants!…..her Mike (her father) wasnt cool with the idea, he wanted his daughter to make her own choices and do what makes her happy not what makes her mother happy, soon as Clara got older her mother got stricter and stricter watching Clara’s diet calling her 11 year old daughter a pig if she had one sweet treat, by the time Clara turned 13 Clara was extremely sick from her mother starving her, so Mike took her away to hopefully save her at his mothers farm but Lilith called the cops telling the, her daughter had been kidnapped by a strange man on a horse (her family lived on the outskirts of New York her grandparents farm was only a couple of miles away, they owned a horse that Clara named jammy toast when she was 4), Mike wanted his daughter away from that mad woman he called his wife but sadly the cops caught up to them, shoot jammy toast and her father making the horse trip and throw them, Clara only had broken a rib but her father had been shot in the chest and had broken his neck, the horse survived but had to be sent back to her grandparents farm. Clara watched the life drain for her fathers eyes as he gagged on his own blood, Clara had to go to therapy for years but! As soon as she turned 18 she was offered a job at her favorite jazz club to sing and perform and as years and years went on, she turned freshly 23 and was the biggest star in the show! Everyone loved her and she loved them! (Well except for the creepy ones) but then she met her husband Luther and they got married perhaps to fast at the wedding her grandmother gave her a gift….it was a hand made knife made by her father. A beautifully decorated wooden body and the knife was perfect, gorgeous sharpened silver fluffy animal hide on the hand and a thick blue leather handle to help with grip, she loved the knife she took it everywhere showed it to her bouncer Henry but dare she never used it! Oh no no but on night she didn’t have a choice, Luther was pissed him and Clara weren’t intimate anymore, she tired to explain she wasn’t feeling it…she really wasn’t….she had felt off after seeing people mysterious going missing, she felt sad no one cared…why did no one care?, but her mother had passed away not to long ago she felt bad because she didn’t go to her funeral and it was eating at her these past two week, stalling her and Luther’s intimacy. Luther did the unthinkable and smashed a burning hot pan against her face ripped off her skin and blinding her right eye. She in a fit of hurt rage and fear grabbing the knife her father gave her, shoved it in his throat twisted it around and tearing his head clean off…….then things only got worse people were disgusted by her and she ended anything that didn’t love her, Henry despite putting himself at risk stayed with her to protect her, she was like his sister and cared to much to leave her alone. One night at a bar Clara was drinking herself away when a simple man appeared beside her, claiming he noticed her from her performing days, he told her how much he loved her work and her singer. They chatted and chatted and he finally convinced her to join the charity……to help criminals become better people, but the now she works for murkoff.

I wrote a lot I’m so sorry 😭