#love rosy ! xo

[rosyprayer]

🎀 🤍 Painting, reading, daydreaming and counting down the days until my birthday ! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ♡

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 13: PUBLIC SEX Donquixote Rosinante 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ Hello, Sashi! hear me out: day 13. public/semi public and Rosinante 🤭🤭🤭 (his Devil fruit is literally perfect for it!;) can you please do it for female reader? ty, xo :3 tw: mdni. public sex. usage of df. rough sex and still very sweet. overstimulation. oral. size kink. squirting. impregnation implied. Au where Rosi survived after doffy's bullets. wc: 1,9k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

With a very curious and intelligent boy in the house, Rosinante and you had little time to none for adult loving matters. You were happy, you weren’t worried. But, sometimes you two needed those alone times…

You weren’t leaving little Law alone, of course. Much less having that type of fun with the kid at home even if asleep. However, that night Law had a birthday party at Mr. Wolff’s home. It was Bepo, his best friend’s birthday, who have been living there with his two other friend, Shachi, and Penguin.

Little Law still felt a little scared of human beings that weren’t his friends, so, of course, Rosinante and you walked him all through Swallow Island to get to the party.

Mr Wolff explained to you that he could stay the night if he felt like it, but if not, he promised to give the kids dinner early so that you could pick up Law from his home before midnight.

You were happy and took a leave through the snowy roads that connected your home and Mr. Wolff’s. It was a blessing to find this man who took care of Law while Rosinante recuperated after his encounter with his evil brother Doflamingo.

It was you, who helped your now lover to stay alive for some time until he was able to speak and search Law in the surroundings. After that, and falling in love with Rosinante, the three of you formed a very lovely and humble family. Of course, his real name couldn’t be revealed, as well as Law’s. Both, for the Marine and the Donquixote family had stopped existing that same fatidic night. Thankfully for the three of you, destiny had other plans…

The crunch beneath your feet of icy cold snow reverberates in a lonely path. There weren’t many roads connecting Pleasure Town to the forest where Mr. Wolff lives, nor the outsides where you live. You need to walk at least a couple of miles more to reach your cabin, a very cozy home you two have built.

“It isn’t that cold tonight, right?” you mumble, small talk you didn’t really need as Rosi and you have no problems to stay silent for some time as long as you are next to the other.

“Actually, you are right. Perfect for a dip in the sea” Rosinante jokes, he is always very funny being -sometimes to the point of annoy Law-.

You scoff and hug his huge arm. He smiles, with a smile that’s as beautiful as a sunrise, and places his equally huge hand on your head.

“I love you; you know that?” he whispers, stopping for some seconds, fixing his beautiful tangerine eyes in yours.

You smile sweetly, standing on tippy toes to reach for his lips. You try to give him a peck, but he is messing with you by not bending forward enough for you to do so. Rosinante is way taller than you. - And probably than most of the men around –

“Come on!” you protest, giving little jumps. “What?! You wanna kiss me? What you want from me, woman?!” he laughs. Rosinante is usually very soft and sweet, a caring father and sometimes a little bit of a clown, but he is also a man… a very manly man in private.

You turn around, crossing your arms like a little girl throwing a tantrum. You fix your eyes in the horizon, where the sun is starting to set, and the sky turns orange with litmus and purple hints here and there over the clouds. Even if annoyed at him, not even the scenery can match to the beauty of his soul.

“Baby…” he whispers, bending enough to hug you from behind. “I was just joking… give me a kiss, come on”

“No. You didn’t want it when I gave it to you; now you lost it!” you joke, enjoying the way you are pressing your back against his body.

He stays silent for some seconds until he turns you around rather violently -probably not his intention, but he is still a clumsy man-. Rosinante’s arms lift you up, as he tries not to slip with the snow.

“Give me a kiss. As a Celestial Dragon I demand my tribute!” it is still a little painful for him, but he has learned to accept his past and because of you even joke about it.

“Ah- tribute?! You are crazy, sir. I won’t giv-“ you grunt, but your lips get sealed with his. And your stiffen muscles start to relax as you melt into a very deep kiss of lust and love.

You two probably keep kissing until your lips get swollen and your breathing becomes erratic. There is too much sexual desire accumulated in your bodies that haven’t been released, you are not exactly sure if you are making it to the cabin.

“I was going to wait until we get home… I’ve been thinking about it all week, having the house free for us…” Rosinante murmurs with his lips grazing yours.

“I can’t wait until we get home…” you whisper, hugging him with your legs, allowing your crotch to hit his. He is hard, as much as you are wet. He is needy, as much as you are desperate…

Both look at each other. It’s gonna be a first… having sex in the middle of the road? With snow? Sure, it isn’t a very transited zone, but… what if someone sees you?

“I don’t care. Fuck me here, behind that tree” you point to a bunch of pines behind you.

Corazon, whose pupils contract, and his smile turns to a sexy smirk, doesn’t really say a word but immediately let’s you down for you to walk right behind the tree you chose to be a “covered spot”.

Truth is, it isn’t really a cover for such a big man like Rosinante, but it doesn’t really matter anymore to you.  

Your back hits the log, and his right hand do the same right next to your face. Some old snow falls around you from the branches of the tree, but there is no strong enough cold to overcome the heat of your bodies.

Rosi bends over to kiss you, playing with your breasts as he does. You moan, as his usual clumsy hands -but not during sex- reach for your nipples right in between your winter clothes. He pinches and twists, because he knows how much you love it.

Your hand reaches for his bulging crotch, playing over the white fabric of his jeans. You can feel it in your hands the way it throbs and painfully wishes to scape his pants. Thing, you understand very well, so you proceed to lower the zipper.

Soon you stop the kiss to kneel and free his sex. He is still wearing his clothes, but it’s enough for you to orally pleasure him. Both of your hands aren’t quite enough to cover his whole length, and that’s something you have learnt to take very well.

The tip of your tongue lands on the tip of his dick, making him squirm as you create strings of precum in between you two. Your oral skills are good but definitely better if accompanied by the pumping motions of your hands.

“Fuck…” he grunts.

“Honey, watch your mouth… someone might hear you” you joke, remembering indeed you are right because you are pretty much in public. But not giving a single fuck, as you eat his sex, gagging the more you bob your head.

When Rosinante is able to catch a little bit of air and clear his mind, he softly pulls back from your hair. Shiny lips and a little bit of teary eyes of yours look at him expecting to keep going or getting fucked.

“Stand up so I can scold you for the same reason” he growls. Rosinante’s sexy side is a pleasure not many people had the joy to experience.

You immediately accompany his hair pulling motion to stand up and soon enough he turns you around, pressing your body against the pine log in front of you. Skilfully he pulls down your leggings, just enough to expose your heat for him to penetrate.

“I missed your warmth so much” he purrs in your ear while he crunches enough for his sex to be guided into yours. You, on tippy toes to help with the height different, await his fulfilling length -and width- to stretch you out, so lasciviously.

And just as he slides himself inside of you, with milking spasming walls, and the usual resistance of such a size difference, you whine louder than ever. Thing that might have alerted someone in a cabin a few meters away you hadn’t seen until now.

Dogs barking and a light turning on is what you see in between the rams of a completely unaware -lost in lust- Rosinante.

“Hon-ey… th- there are… nghhh.. there are people there!” you alert him, with great difficulty and moaned speech. You bite your lip, watching in between blurred vision if someone is coming or not.

“I won’t stop fucking you, they won’t find us as long as you don’t make any sound” Rosinante murmurs, almost enjoying the karma for your last commentary.

“But- ngh… fuck, you are stretching me a lot more than al-ways” you whine, sure that given you more of his hip stabs you will burst out.

He scoffs. “Fine… SILENT-“ Rosinante casts his silence spell on you, allowing you to moan without a word to be heard. Thing that, gives him the power of fucking his victim even rougher and without hearing his pleading “stops” -even if you never want him to stop-

You can’t be heard, but you can hear. So, he grabs your face in between his fingers, while has you hugged by your waist. “Look at that old couple, they are looking for the animal that just mewled, but it was just you taking my dick. You wanna show them your face while I do?”

You widen your eyes… apparently the sexual abstinence can do this to a sweet man like him.  You shake your head, because you don’t really desire for two strangers to see you getting fucked in the middle of the public street… or you do?

Rosinante keeps fucking you, moving your body as he wishes, ignoring your “wait I am coming… I can’t-“ pleads coming from your silent voice. You are like a little doll compared to him, and the bulge forming on your lower belly should be considered like a dynamic work of anatomical and sexual art.

You are overstimulated, feeling like your insides are about to explode and the pressure of a very wet orgasm is about to dampen your and his clothes.

You are not very sure where the couple went, you have lost them… and you don’t mind.

Rosinante on the verge of coming too and couldn’t care a less if you want his seed deep inside you… he can’t hear you say no, in any case. You weren’t saying no, either.

“Take my cum, I think we should be ready to give Law a brother or a sister” he moans in your ear, getting even rougher with you as you are almost convulsing around his dick with a silent climax, legs and leggings soaked and nails carving marks on the log in front of you.

He grunts right in your ear, giving you, perhaps, an actual acoustical orgasm. Soon the chill you might have felt because of your juices getting cold are replaced by the flooding warmth of his cum that will have to stay inside of you for as long as you two need to run away…

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO YOUNGSTERS DOING?! SINNERS!” an old man -the same from the closer cabin- appears with a rusty shotgun.

“SORRY SIR!!!” both run away -you silently, though- laughing…

Oh, young love, risky and passionate is there a better type?

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[mary-mary-not-contrary]

mary macdonald <3

17 she/her bisexual yet has no bitches 😔 virgo (which means i'm better than all of you 😘) proud gryffindor!!

likes: PINEAPPLE, my family and friends, reading (when lily forces me to), flowers, music, playing the flute (don't bully me)

dislikes: sirius, pranks, kale smoothies (thanks mum), and red cabbage

feel free to talk to me but i BETTER NOT see any "ei ei o"s or "how's ur farm"s 😡😡

people that i know: (and more, my other friends are being slow 😔)

the good:

@redwearingred - lily!!!! best friend fr <33

@prongs-plural - james, my favourite marauder ofcc. why is he dating reg... and why is there so much drama...

@girlinthemeadow - DORCAS <3 my favourite ofc ofccc WAIT is she with marlene 💀💀

@everyhouseishaunted - remus!!! i'm jealous of sirius fr like hello i am right here 😔😔😔

@go-lonedove-xo - xeno, should be a poet. so sweet

@marlene-mckickin - MARLENE bestie but scared of her 😭😔 JK I LOVE HER and she always eats her outfits

@euphemia-effie-potter - james' mum?? i actually adore this woman

@alice-the-fortescue - aliceeeeee my actual favourite. she's so kind

@dumb-german-boy - peter <3 he's amazing i love him and is such a cutie patootie

@frank-n-bottom - PETE'S BOYFRIEND SO I ALREADY ADORE HIM HE HAS AMAZING TASTE

the bad:

@im-not-drowning-you-are - he's called regulus, far better than his brother

@bat-b0y-barty - barty! barty! barty! jealous of him

@rosie-evan - barty's... boyfriend?? seems nice.... (secretly in love with him, ofc ofc)

@the-hb-prince - severus, not as bad as i though he would be. actually a vibe (sorry i had to put u in the slytherin group ughh)

@bella-tricks-skeeter - rita's girlfriend hello what how does even rita get bitches

@beetlethebards-second-coming - rita........ as much as i love a good gossip, i don't like her. isn't she dead??

@narc1ssa-bl4ck - who the hell is this??? is this one of sirius' cousins

the ugly:

@sirius-ly-awesome - debatable.... this is sirius... never talk to me pls

arctic monkeys, taylor swift, the 1975, david bowie, olivia rodrigo, lana del rey, maisie peters, tv girl, conan gray, sabrina carpenter, chappell roan!!

🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

ooc: hi, this is a rp account for fun! my main is @soupyloopyx <3

ask @bralnwashed to join if this sounds like something you'd enjoy. we do need a few more characters --- guys we have so many but pls join, it's chaotic but amazing

also hi guys most of these pics aren't mine but since i am so slay i might use some of my own

[dumb-german-boy]

Meet the artist! 📷

Introduction 🐀

Hello, my name is peter! I’m 16, use he/him and im a totally geek. I’m not the best with people, so I’ll start with the basics.

Hobbies 🪴

I enjoy photography, and playing chess. I’m a plant dad to 15 and enjoy card games. I adore anything to do with bones and anatomy! I love drawing and painting too.

Extra information ♟️

I’m a Gryffindor, and I’m gay, and I’m using this post to come out. I’m also autistic and have an anxiety disorder. I made this blog to help interact with others more :D.

Friends 🦴

Frank 💐 @frank-n-bottom - MY BOYFRIEND

James ☀️ - @prongs-plural (sunshine boy)

Sirius🎸 - @sirius-ly-awesome (makes lovely music)

Remus📚 - @everyhouseishaunted (always knows what to say)

Lily 🐞 - @redwearingred (keeps us sane)

Mary 🎀 - @mary-mary-not-contrary (the lovely Ms Mary Mac)

Regulus🌟 - @im-not-drowning-you-are (Sirius talks about him)

Evan - @rosie-evan (I want to give him and Barty matching emojis :( )

Barty - @bat-b0y-barty (I want you and Evan to match)

Pandora 🔮 - @hopein-dorasboxx (seems so sweet)

Severus 🧪 - @the-hb-prince (so smart!! The potion guy he’s so cool)

Xenophlius 🎨 - @go-lonedove-xo (I wanna paint him)

[prongs-plural]

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

OOOOH LOVE OOOOH LOVERBOOOYYYYY

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

HIII IM JAMES

my pronouns are he/him and im pansexual :)

im in the best house (GRYFFINDOR)

im 17 years old (moony says i "act like im 17 days old" though) and im desi!

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

@im-not-drowning-you-are - MY FIANCÉ!!!!! i love him so so so very much

MY BESTEST FRIENDS!!!!

@sirius-ly-awesome - PADFOOT!!!!!!! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE (sorry moony) MY BEST FRIEND EVER

@everyhouseishaunted - MOONY!!! REMU!!!! MY OTHER BEST FRIEND WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH AND WHO LOVES ME VERY MUCH WHEN ITS NOT HIS TIME OF THE MONTH

@dumb-german-boy - WORMYYYYY!!!! PETE!!! MY OTHER OTHER BEST FRIEND (FROM BIRTH I HOPE YOU KNOW) WHO IS THE BESTEST AND AMAZING WHO I LOVE

@redwearingred - OI EVANS!!!! HI LILY!!! ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS AND SUPER AWESOME I LOVE HER VERY MUCH WERE A DYNAMIC DUO

@mary-mary-not-contrary - MARYYY SHES AWESOME AND SILLY AND I LOVE HER VERY MUCH SHES THE BEST :))

@marlene-mckickin - MARLENE!!!!!!!!!!!! HIIIII!! BEST FRIEND AS WELL!!! WE ARE SO ICONIC.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

other people i know!!!

@bat-b0y-barty - one of reggies friends, who keeps HITTING ON MY DAD.

@rosie-evan - another one of reggie's friends, he likes my mums cooking!!

(those two are both slightly scary BUT THEYRE NICE TO REGGIE SO IT'S OK)

@hopein-dorasboxx - the other rosier!! she appreciates my whimsy hehe

@go-lonedove-xo - xenophijfssdfkmgsDxj i dont know how to spell his name :(((( SO XENO i dunno him much but hes super nice

@girlinthemeadow - dorcass shes dating marlene and shes friends with reggie as well shes nice a bit scary but nice!!

@beetlethebards-second-coming - skeeter

@euphemia-effie-potter - mum!!!!! the most amazing and wonderful mum on the whole planet

OOC: FUCK JKR I HATE JKR

my main blog is @printershorts

my pronouns are he/him nothing else please and thank youuu

this is the other account for james because the old one was broken

ummm anyway yes!! dont like dont interact and save both of us some time!!

[chimivx]

ghosting ↠ txt

now playing ↠ light my love • greta van fleet

He left you with letters. Envelopes that took you five years to finally read, acknowledge. They take you back through your past, forcing you to make moves not only for yourself, but for your family, for your children… His children.

part three of six ~ masterlist

word count ↠ 2264 warnings ↠ (same for all parts) 18+. mentions of drugs, alcohol, smoking. swearing. explicit sexual content. these people have kids, there’s family talk, pregnancy talk. absent dad, messy family ties. stepsib shit, stepcest. infidelity. if any of these things bother you, please keep scrolling . if i missed anything PLEASE let me know!! a/n ↠ if you are new to this story, don't start here! please go to the masterlist! major thank you to everyone who's read this story. <3 xo posted ↠ 6/12/24 ~ midnight est.

~ september 2020 ~

Four tiny feet pitter pattered on the beige tiled floor behind you as you rounded the corner of the hall into the kitchen. Both in little blue tee’s and diapers, your twins clung to your tail, never letting you have a moment in peace. Now that they were completely mobile, always running instead of teetering everywhere, they were experts in hunting you down. The two were almost two, their birthday only a couple weeks away.

“Mama!” Chan shouted when you paused at the counter, the doors and drawers of the kitchen all made of a rosy toned wood with warm grey tops. “Mama, help!” His words were spoken half correctly.

“Help, help!” Sunoo watched his brother, his pudgy hands gripping the hem of his shirt. He looked up at you with his big brown eyes that had potential to melt you into the floor.

Peeking over your shoulder, giving them a sly smile, your fingers worked at the plastic bag you had slapped to the countertop. Both boys giggled, Chan gripping his cheeks as Sunoo tossed his hands in the air.

As they grew older, as they came into their own, it got easier to tell them apart. Identical in nearly every way, you and Soobin fought through some hard times within their first year of life. Sleepless nights of accidentally swapping them in their cribs, leading into exhausting days of putting the wrong onesie with the wrong name on the collar of the wrong kid… The day they turned eight months old the two of you had had enough and painted Chans middle finger red. 

Now that they were about to turn two, there wasn’t any nail polish needed. The twins took after you in many ways, but it was evident that Chan took after his father the older he grew. His features were softer, rounder. His chin came into the same perfect point, his cheeks and lips fuller than his brothers.

It wasn’t something you dwelled on, unless it was past midnight and you and Soobin were curled in the center of your bed beneath the warmth of the blankets where you’ve shed many tears. As much as they got from you, they got from him, and though Chan seemed to swipe his entire face, you’d have to one day deal with looking him in the eyes, everyday, for the rest of your life. 

That face looked up at you now, and though you were conditioned to yearn at this point, you were on an exciting mission, one your boys were going to help you with.

“You both get one, okay?” Pulling out two hamburger buns from the plastic bag, you handed one to each twin while they giggled and danced on their toes. They stared at the bun in awe, like they were awarded pure gold instead of just simply helping their mother, holding bread. “What are they?”

Sunoo glanced at you and held it up. “Bread!” His tiny shout couldn’t pronounce the R sound.

Chan eyed his brother, then laughed aloud. “Bread!” His shout was the same.

“It’s a bun,” you said with a smile, taking one out of the package for yourself. Two steps away was the oven, and sure enough the twins waddled behind you, watching everything you did laser focused. “Mama’s gonna put hers in here.” 

“Why?” Sunoo asked, pointing at the grey oven. “Mama, why?”

“Why?” Chan parroted, holding his hands out to the side in question. “Why, why?”

Sitting down on the floor, crossing your legs beneath you, the boys squatted next to you. “Because, we’re gonna surprise Daddy, okay?”

“Okay,” they both said, Chan staring at the bread.

“Bun,” he babbled quietly. “Bun, bun, bun.”

“Yes!” Half shouting, both boys jumped. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you laughed, pulling them both into your lap. Sunoo giggled, Chan tried to wriggle away. “Mama’s happy.” 

“Happy?” Sunoo’s little voice mumbled, relaxing back in your hold. His twin froze, then did the same, looking up at you in question. “Mama, happy.”

“Happy,” Chan said, neither twin able to pronounce the first letter yet.

Kissing them over their fuzzy hair that was barely long enough to do anything with, you sighed. “Mama’s so happy,” you said, then blinked a couple times. The unease in your gut, that was most likely simply nausea, rolled through you. This time was already much different than the last. “And nervous.”

“Why?” Chan asked, mumbling the word a few more times, turning the bread around in his fingers, inspecting it. The twins were barely two but had an excellent idea of how to keep conversation already, even if it wasn’t on purpose and just what they were used to hearing from their parents. Sunoo watched you, a calmness within him inspiring your own.

“I think because this time it’s…” You cut yourself short, not wanting to finish any thought that came to your mind. Looking down at your boys, at the two who changed your life forever, who have already taught you so much in their two short years of life, you didn’t mean anything you could say at the end of that thought. 

This time it was real? The babies sitting on your lap, gazing up at you like you’re their whole world were very much real. This time it’s because you’re doing it with a husband and not doing it alone? Soobin’s been around since the start, this time wouldn’t be any different. No thought made sense. There was no reason to be upset, no reason to feel lost. 

Beneath this roof, with these boys, all three of them, you were safe, you were loved, you were taken care of. Adding another little one to mix would be nothing short of incredible.

Amidst your inner turmoil and the boys sitting patiently on your lap, the front door popped open, sending the twins to their feet. Shouting different variations of the word Dada, or Daddy, their little feet took them flying around the corner and down the hall, leaving you behind with nerves shooting through every vein.

Soobin greeted the boys, his light hearted tone warming your heart. “What are you holding? Are you eating those?”

“Bun!” Chan shouted, and you giggled quietly, unmoving from the floor. Tucking your knees into your chest, you bit your bottom lip and waited.

“Yes, bun, good job,” Soobin said, then groaned as the boys laughed. Knowing he scooped them up in his arms, he’d definitely be headed this way. “Why do we have them, is Mama cooking?”

“Mama, hide,” Sunoo told him matter-of-factly. “Mama, bun, hide.”

Soobin made a sweet sound, encouraging them both to keep talking. “Mama has a bun, too? Did she hide it?” Their voices came closer, eventually turning the corner where Soobin spotted you on the floor, failing to hold back a smile. A smirk grew on his lips. “What’s going on?” All you could do was shrug. Chan whined, wiggling around, so Soobin set them both on the floor, stepping a bit closer to you. “Are you okay?” He dropped his chin a bit, a serious glimmer shooting across his expression.

“Yes,” you answered fast, nodding. Soobin nodded back, slowly, then lifted his eyes to the counter and the package of hamburger buns there. “Do you want one?” When he looked back at you, he laughed, utterly confused.

“What?” He reached down toward the boys who were waving their buns at him. “Buns, yes!” Crouching down to be the same height as the rest of his family, Soobin took the buns the boys offered him, then laughed. “What the heck is going on?”

Chan and Sunoo, stepping backward, both proud that Soobin had taken their offerings, had folded their hands over their chests, then looked at you. “Mama, bun, hide,” Sunoo said again, pointing at you.

“Is this a new kitchen game, or something?” Soobin asked, furrowing his brows. 

Shaking your head, you pressed your lips together. “Not a game.”

“Mama, bun, hiiide!” Sunoo drug out the words, bouncing on his knees.

Soobin shot him a wild look, and decided to finally play along. “Oh no! Where is it?” Chan laughed maniacally, then skipped toward the oven. Sunoo watched him, then followed, running to his brother's side, throwing his arms around his back. “Show me!”

Looking at you for approval, you bobbed your head. “Show Daddy, go ahead.”

“I swear, if this is some prank to scare me,” Soobin muttered, glancing at you.

A grin erupted over your face. If you had to pick your favorite thing you’ve learned about him over the years, it was how easily scareable he was. “I promise, it’s not.” You hoped. 

This had the potential to really scare him. 

Chan gently pushed his brother off of him, then pressed his face against the window on the front of the oven, his nose squishing against the glass. Sunoo copied him, taking up the space next to him. Soobin let out a soft laugh at their faces, then shook his head.

“Where is it at?” He sat on the floor and scooted closer to the boys, moving behind them. Taking them both by the waist, he pulled them onto his lap and side eyed you. The twins covered their cheeks and laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. Folding your hands together, the skin clammy, you squeezed your own fingers and gulped. “This game is… easy!” Soobin tickled the boys, one hand on each belly, and they giggled incessantly. “I’m going to win!”

“Daddy, win! Win!” Chan shouted, his high pitched voice making you laugh.

Soobin, shifting Sunoo into the middle of his lap, reached up for the handle on the oven and pulled it open, revealing the hamburger bun on the center grate. Gasping aloud, twins shouting with excitement, Soobins eyes squeezed shut with laughter. After a moment of the boys losing their minds, he gave you a look.

Heart rate skyrocketing, electricity buzzing beneath your skin, you couldn’t ease your smile. “What?” You asked in the quietest voice.

Soobin looked at the bun, then back at you. “What do I win?” The twins sat up in his arms, babbling nonsense to each other while watching their parents converse. “I found the bun.”

Your jaw dropped open. Taking a look at your masterpiece, an idea you stole from the internet, you huffed a laugh. “What is that?”

Soobin did a once over of the dormant oven. He shrugged. “A hamburger roll in the oven?”

“Bun!” Sunoo shouted before grabbing Chan's ankles, the two attempting to wrestle on their giant of a fathers lap. 

Soobin widened his eyes and smiled. “Bun, right, a hamburger bun in the oven, thank you, Sun.” Meeting your gaze, your half disappointed, half amused gaze, Soobin adjusted his posture, sitting up straight. “What?” He sighed, seemingly defeated. “A hamburger bun, that’s in the oven.”

Moving closer to him, you whispered, “Just a bun.” Sliding a hand over his thigh, dragging it over his pants and then around his back and up the back of his shirt, you smiled at his sudden flusteredness. “It’s just a bun, Soobin. Where is it?” His brows nestled in the center of his forehead, his eyes darting to your lips for a second. “In the oven,” he said, tone lower than ever before.

“Who’s oven?”

Hesitating, his booksmart brain doing the math, he whispered, “Our… oven.” The room grew quiet, the twins having resorted to chewing on their fingers or inspecting their little toes. Soobin blinked twice, thought to himself, then, all at once, the puzzle clicked. “Your’s, holy crap,” he whispered in a rush, spinning on his bottom to face you, the twins laughing as they moved with him. “Your oven, there’s a bun in… Oh my god?”

Leaning into him, over the twins, caging them beneath the two of you, you smiled. “We’re having a baby.” Tipping his head backward, eyes squeezing shut, he sighed. After a few moments of the boys patting him, asking him what was wrong, he took their hands to soothe them, then gazed at you with teary eyes. 

He couldn’t say much, you knew if he tried he’d cry. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pressed a kiss to his lips, a long one that triggered some tears anyway. Pulling away, touching your forehead to his, you drug your thumbs over his cheeks and whispered, “You’re gonna be a dad.”

Soobin’s face lit up for a moment, then pulled into a sure as ever smile as he cradled the twins. “I already am.”

10/7/2021

…At least that’s what Taehyun told me! That you love your new sister so much. Hard to believe you weren’t even three yet before she was here. I’m excited for you, to have a sister. I only grew up with a big brother. Now you guys are the big brothers! It’s your responsibility to protect her. She’s got a great dad, and we already know she’s got the best mom. That makes you guys the best big brothers. You’re getting older now, you’re becoming your own people, that’s… that’s so cool. I hope you guys are the coolest kids around. But, I also hope you guys are the happiest kids. When I see you, you’re laughing, and it’s the most amazing sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Still baffles me that you’re here, that you’re mine. I think about you everyday. I’m gonna get it straight at some point, I promise. I’m gonna do it for you. It’s gonna be okay, we’ll be okay. Hug her, love her, she deserves it…

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[onesidedradiostatic]

On Vox telling sir pentious to kill himself- was Vox using his manipul-eye? I forget. If so then Sir P mentally strong! Conversely I think Vox probably says that to everyone who fails him (that special capitalist “if you’re of no use to the business machine, die” seasoning)

Maybe he’d send Alastor a message with “kys” if he thought Alastor knew what it stood for instead of Alastor thinking it’s a misspelling of “kiss” or something, and airing a radio segment about how modern technology is ruining literacy

Omfg what if Alastor did think it was the modern hip way of saying Kiss and used it to sign off a nice letter to Rosie in place of “amités/bisous” or “warm regards/ XO :)”

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his whole thing with his hypnosis is weird he doesn't seem to make use of it as much as you'd think, he used it on his audience at the beginning of episode 2 and those reporters but like?? after that we don't see him using it on or at least it affecting anyone else

the thing with his eye though is the spirals appear when he's just angry too. I assumed that he specifically needs to will it for his hypnosis powers to come along with it because of how many times he's done it and it's done nothing to the people looking at him. so to me, spirals doesn't necessarily equal to activating his hypnosis, it just always appears when he's angry too

like okay let's say it DOES activate those powers regardless, it makes sense it wouldn't work on val and alastor, maybe there's a limit to it when it comes to overlords of equal power to him, but it's weird for it to not work on pentious cause he was just some random sinner without much power

personally I don't think it's cause of like pentious' mental fortitude (like I love pentious but do we really think it was strong at this point?) I think vox just wasn't using it in that scene, the spirals just appeared cause he was angry, but it is weird he never like tried to use it on him when getting him to spy on the hotel, like he really just relied on his admiration of the vees for his loyalty? maybe it's more limited than some may think, we haven't really seen much of it cause the only examples of him using it are to get people to buy his products and to shut some reporters up

(the kys stuff is funny. I just wanted to comment on the stuff about vox's powers)

[s-rosie]

Rosie’s Blog

helloooo welcome to my blog! I mainly post about The Inheritance Games, but I also post about other things. Here’s a bit about me~

My Favorite Books-

The Inheritance Games (series)

We Were Liars (and the prequel)

My Favorite Movies-

Legally Blonde (and the sequel)

Mean Girls

Troop Beverly Hills

My Hobbies-

Crafting

Musicals (watching them/preforming)

Riding Horses

Reading

Writing

Playing Piano

Swimming (for fun and competitively)

My Favorite Things-

My friends/family

The beach

Animals

Nature

Little kids

Disney

My Favorite Music Artists-

Taylor Swift

Lana Del Ray

Marina

Britney Spears

The Lumineers

My Moots-

@justsayinghiiexistlol

@lilyhawthornes-blog

@xo-zozo

@x-liv25-jamieswife

@lyrakanefanatic

@reyreadersblog

@mrs-jameson-hawthorne

@michy53

@his-littlefox

@jkriordanverse

@averyiconthequeen

@evermorecameron

@swiftreader1989

do not hesitate to reach out! I love talking to new people! Make sure to take care of yourself always. My account is a safe space where judgment will neither be passed nor tolerated. My inbox is always open unless stated so please give me some request. Thanks!

[kit-kat21]

I promise. I'm writing.

The problem I'm having is I have TOO many ideas and I'm trying to write them all. But because of that, I can't focus on ONE idea at a time. My brain is going in a thousand different directions and in trying to write everything, I can't finish one damn thing.

Attorney-Client Privilege - Jon has a talk with his mom and then a talk with Jeyne. We also see a brief appearance of Sansa in Germany. (I have gotten a few messages in regards to this story and damn. Some REALLY hate what is happening in it.)

A new crime for the Crime series. I haven't been feeling the latest case I created, but thankfully, a true-crime show has given me a few ideas that I really like. And who doesn't love Detective Jon, Anthropologist Sansa and their adorable Rosie?

A Brandon Snow one-shot for the Beatles universe. Brandon is a music snob just like his mom.

Jon and Sansa's first time in the Direwolves universe. (Smut, obviously). Sansa is hesitant and self-conscious since Jon is a Direwolf and has had plenty of sex while Sansa has only had one partner.

I also want to write a new horror story for my Horror universe because why not? I have nothing else going on!

And lastly, if you read my Daryl/Beth/TWD stories, I also have been missing them and want to write a new zombie story.

Good God. If anyone has ANY suggestions as to how I can focus on one thing at a time, I would really appreciate it. Thank you to everyone who reads my stories and is remaining patient with me! xo

[dollywons]

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Hehe season’s greetings, my beloved friend ! ! !

I wanted to share a belated Merry Christmas and all my warmest, softest, kindest most glittery wishes for the New Year ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ♡

Because I love you and you are so very precious and I am truly thankful for you ! ! !

Hugs, cookies, plushies and a lots of love ~ ! xo Rosy * ·̩͙ ⁺ 🧸 ｡* ⊹ 🤍

ROSYY MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎ For starters your mini christmas tree is so cute and adorable omg ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ and I’m even more thankful for you, thank you for always being SOOO sweet and kind!! Hoping you have the best, most wonderful 2025 because you deserve it and more ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა I LOVE YOUU

[mooodyblue]

Hi lily I'm having a rough night so i was wondering if it was okay that I request something that will make me feel better.

What about cg!e with a little that HATES change (me) And maybe the big change is E has been home for longer than normal and all of a sudden he has to go back on tour and reader HATES THAT so she has a big meltdown when El tells her he has to go back and he reminds her they have a routine on tour too and that it'll be the same as last time (so not a lot is changing) ?

I hope this makes sense

miss you xo - kiwi

hope u feel better :( <3 ty for the request!! hopefully i can cheer u up a bit with this ~~

pairing: 70s!cg!elvis x gn!little!reader

wc: 942

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elvis knew you never did well with change, so of course when he sat through another tedious meeting with the colonel, you wouldn’t be happy with the news he was just given.

he’d been on a break from touring for a little longer than usual, surprisingly due to doctors orders. he spent a bit of time with you in hawaii then flew back to memphis, getting plenty of alone time with you now that he had a bit of time to take care of little you. 

you had a strict everyday routine with him. breakfast together, lunch together, snack time together, and so forth. the two of you always watched cartoons together and he adored watching you play happily in front of him every day. unfortunately, that routine was about to change.

his health wasn’t great, however, it was good enough for the colonel to make him go back on another long US tour. he wished that if he had to suffer through another long, agonizing tour that he’d at least go overseas, but that was just a dream that would never come true. now it left him with the plan of telling you. 

he stepped back into his home, immediately being jumped on by you with an excited squeal. he hated that he was about to crush your spirits. “hey, baby. what’re you doin’, huh?” he chuckled, picking you up and kissing your rosy cheeks. 

“can we play now, daddy? please?” you begged, giving him sweet, puppy dog eyes.

“ah—darlin’,” he sighed, putting you down and crouching down to make you appear smaller. he took his glasses off and hung them up on his shirt, taking your hands and looking you straight in the eyes. “baby, this is real hard for me to say. i need you to be big ‘n strong for me, alright?” 

the look of worry on your face broke his heart. “the colonel says he’s sendin’ me out on another tour. daddy’s goin’ away for a little ‘while.”

you felt like your whole world was about to collapse. an ache in your chest as you realized your life was about to change up again. you loved the routine that the two of you shared. you didn’t do well when things had to change. “no.” you shook your head, “no, daddy. no.” you said sternly. 

he wished it was that easy to just say no to the colonel, but he couldn’t. he squeezed your hands again, giving you a sympathetic look. “baby–”

“no!” you pulled away from him, “change is bad, daddy! it’s bad!” you hugged yourself, shaking your head again. “y-you hafta stay! you-you’re my daddy, you can’t….no!” you dropped yourself to the floor, the waterworks already flowing down your cheeks as you began to kick your feet angrily like a helpless toddler—but that’s exactly what you were in your state of mind. he knew it too. 

elvis was at a loss for words, unsure of whether he should attempt to calm you down or to let you ride out this meltdown of yours. he got down on the floor with a soft grunt, “hey, hey. c’mon, honey–look at me, look at daddy for a sec.” he cooed softly, trying to take your hands again. your eyes met with his, full of tears and sadness. almost fear, afraid that once the routine changed, everything would just go bad. 

“you remember the last time daddy went on tour?” he asked, getting a nod from you in response. “daddy didn’t leave you alone at home, did he?” 

“w-well….no…” you muttered.

“that’s right, honey. he didn’t.” the corner of his lip perked up, bringing you close to him as you leaned against his chest. he rocked you on a soothing motion, trying to calm you down to the best of his ability. “you think daddy’s gonna let ya sit at home by yourself this time around?” he shook his head, “ain’t no way, baby.”

he pet your hair gently, pressing a soft kiss to your scalp. “we always have the same routine when we go on tour, don’t we? you just gotta let daddy do what he’s gotta do durin’ the day before we can get to playin’ and snoozin’ all day.”

“b-but i won’t see you as much…” you pouted, looking off into the distance.

“i know, angel. i know. that’s the sucky part, but we get through it every time, don’t we? hm?” he kissed your scalp again, smiling softly. he turned you to face him, using his thumb to wipe the tears off your cheeks. “it took us some time to get into the routine you and i got goin’ on right now. we just gotta get back into the old one. then once tour ends, we come right back to this ol’ routine. think you can handle that?”

you sniffled, wiping your snotty nose with your sleeve as you nodded slowly. “it’s hard.”

“it is, baby. i hate it too. but we gotta do things we don’t like.” he frowned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “can daddy get a big kiss?”

there was hesitation in your eyes, clearly grumpy and unhappy with the situation. he sighed dramatically, forcing a pout on his face. “c’mon, honey. you that mad at daddy, huh? that mean you don’t love your old man, no more?”

you gasped, “daddy!” you pecked his cheek, cupping his plush cheeks with your small hands. “i still love you, daddy! i promise! i promise!”

he chuckled softly, returning the kiss and ruffling your hair. “that’s my baby.” he grinned, “now, lets get up off this dirty floor and have a lil’ snack.”

[rosyprayer]

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[rosie-writings]

i have officially finished every one of your SnC stories 😭😭 you’re such a great writer

Omg thank you so much I’m so happy you like them. I’m also happy you’re not anon and now I will recognize and remember your name xo

Love, Rosie

[ksakiswh0re-xo]

𖤛ABOUT ME/BYI

name/alias: rose/rosie. 🌹

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[holyguardian]

Muddy, listen.

Your Aerith is just out of this world! Everything about her is just *chef's kiss* I fail to words just how much I adore her honestly. Like we don't RP much anymore, and that's totally okay, and I don't think we've ever really done anything here on Cloud, as much as I would love to. But you're one of my favourites, for real.

You balance out that 'Good Girl' persona mixed in with all the mischief that makes Aerith such a wonderful and loveable character, that every time I see you on dash I can't help but smile. You make the RPC a better place, man, truly <3

xo

Saphie, how dare you commit violents like that in broad daylight 🥹

That means so much coming from you. I don't know if I've ever admitted it out loud, I feel like I may have, but rewind the clock back to somewhere around 2020 when I first started to see your blog in my roleplay orbit I was impressed and intimidated. I know people don't like to hear that, your Cloud has such a strong presence and is so well-written that I had that "pbbf I can never show my face in this neighborhood" reaction for the longest time because I put you on a pedestal.

However, I'm not the same Muddy as I was in 2020, and I've taken off those rosy glasses and realised how silly I've been by putting up walls where there were never walls to begin with. I would love to explore something with your Cloud! I know we've let Aerith and Roche dance, but Aerith and Cloud deserve to step on each other's toes a bit!

P.S. How dare you, I'm touched, I really appreciated this 🥺💞

[legiomiam]

Tagged by @awritingcaitlin to shuffle my spotify and pick the first 10 songs.

I’m with you by mayday parade

1x1 by bring me the horizon

Forever unstoppable by hot chelle rae

Blinding lights by the weekend

Shivers by ed sheeran

Superstition by natalie walker

Alone again by asking alexandria

Body by léon

BLACK PARADE by beyonce

Shake it out by florence + the machine

Tagged by @awritingcaitlin again for 10 more songs

Coping by rosie darling

Xo by stand atlantic

The other - stripped by lauv

Slow motion- john lenox vers by charlotte lawrence

Carrion flowers by chelsea wolfe

Go to war by nothing more

Let me down slowly by alec benjamin

My love will never die by AG

Totally fucked by jonathan groff

Shelter by machineheart

Tagged by @turnips-creates for 10 songs too

I say no by carrie hope fisher

Line without a hook by ricky montgomery

Feral love by chelsea wolfe

Bob dylan by fall out boy

Down by simon

A call to arms by laura jansen

Every man is a warrior by lena faye

I miss you, i’m sorry by gracie abrams

Blood hunter by varien

Continuum by tanerélle

and I tag: @awritingcaitlin and @turnips-creates in an uno reverse. @tananaphone, @juls-writes, @mr-writes, @winglesswriter, @mariahwritesstuff, @pinespittinink, @baroquesse