#playing with yarn: {ic}

[smolcuriouskitten]

Closed Starter for @melodyxriver Never say Never!

Roxie was so sick of her sex related questions, she was going to rip her hair out. Always asking about how it can be pleasurable, how it can be fun and whats the explosion at the end people keep talking about. She was so tired of it all, she decided to set aside some money to get her an escort to end all of the BS because if she had to explain how much better sex was than whining about it, she would punch her.

So Roxie asks to get out for a bit in favor of 'good time' and Rockelle honored it. Confused but when was Roxie normal about asking to be out? Roxie did mumble something about an skort that was coming later or whatever she said. "When did you ship something? I didnt get any packages." Rockelle asked confused as Roxie as leaving out the door. "You-" Roxie let out a deep sigh. "I said escort! ESCORT. You are about to have a huge package later, have fun walking!" She said and rushes out which Rockelle scrunches her nose. "The hell is an escort?"

[smolcuriouskitten]

Seeing Brian's initial reaction made her look around curiously before realizing her facial expression wasnt as 'neutral' as it should be. So she relaxes her face then lets out a soft sigh, looking at him with softened eyes. Despite Onyx not being the best at facial expressions, her eyes would tell all that needed to be said. Listening to him closely, she tilts her head and nods, her expression remaining the same.

"Someones jealous?" She teases, moving some hair from her face. "I cant have two people I care for within the same house hold? Bor-ing~" Onyx said in a singsong tone, holding his face in her hands before she plants a kiss on his nose. "No matter what, you are my one and only. No one can come between us." She went back to her normal unchanging tone and releases him.

Now due to Onyx's unchanged person, he wouldnt know her true plan. She wanted to kill the little creature for coming between them, for daring to pick her beloved Brian to mess with. She didnt care if Brian enjoyed the feeling of Alymer, hating the idea of him living like this for the rest of his life.

For everything that isnt holy, she didnt want to watch him put plastic and tape over his head all of the time! Its inhumane! So for now, she had to grin and bare it, hopefully manipulating the little blue worm to go away so she could have Brian all to herself again. For one to accuse someone of being jealous, she was the textbook definition.

His genuine concern made her snap out of her thoughts to look at him. "Oh dont be silly baby, nothing will happen to me. I think Alymer prefers you alot more than me." She lets out a small puff of air, mainly to get the curl out of it but to show she was annoyed. The cracks were starting to show. "I have my connections as well so theres nothing to worry about. Nothing will happen to you, him, or us." She reassures.

Not knowing what the blue monster had in store for them, she tried to keep a level head regarding things. Shes dealt with an angry Rockelle before, how is this any different? A soft sigh left her lips before looking over Brian, tilting her head the opposite way. "Now what is it you called me for? You havent told me yet." She asks, rubbing his shoulder with her hands, her thumb grazing the flesh delicately.

smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

Brian didn't face Onyx straightaway but gradually turned his head towards the woman he loved. He knew that making eye contact wasn't an imperative since she seemed to never change her expression (usually) and therefore it wasn't easy to read her reaction to what was being said to her.

Still, he had called her in here and now he was obligated to treat this like an actual civil conversation.

"Well, that's kind of just it-"

The young man practically recoiled when he saw that grin which was, unfortunately, getting to be more and more characteristic. It was also a bit of a 'war flashback' moment for him, as he could recall breaking out into maniacal smiles for no reason at all starting with his connection to Aylmer.

"You and he have been doing an awful lot of talking lately..." Brian sighed, still in the dark as to the light shooting out of his head. Right now he had a rig of saran wrap and tape over it to keep the elements out, but he knew that would only get him so far. Needless to say, hats were a must when out in public. His brother Mike was bringing new fashions over weekly.

"I just don't want you going down the same path as I have, Onyx... And I don't want more trouble for Aylmer, either... It's not any secret how much I've had to pay the cops to keep quiet about things as they are..."

***

The parasite was indeed incapacitated, currently swaddled and sipping chicken brains from a blender cup with a straw, but the severed link between himself and Brian had caused an additional phenomenon; he could now hear all of Brian's thoughts! Even from another room!

Needless to say, the attempted co-conspiring taking place in the bathroom caused unhappiness to swell inside of his blue body. Onyx was his only recourse during these tough times, this he believes wholeheartedly... Aylmer didn't actually posses a heart, instead a heart-like part called the aortic arch, but that's neither here nor there. All that mattered was his will to pit Onyx against Brian because Brain, bless him, was of little to no use anymore.

[smolcuriouskitten]

'what if your life went differently? where do you think you'd be?'

"I would own a boutique in Paris. Live in a beautiful high rise apartment with views of the eiffle tower and sip wine under the stars. What about you honey?"

[ferg0s]

Barou starting a new relationship with a shy girl and how he would go about it

The literal personification of trying to mix oil with water

He was used to everyone looking at him in times of need on the field - he was the king after all - so he didn’t even notice how you would take a step back whenever it came time to ordering food, or any sort of public speaking and interactions.

He naturally took the lead, and you followed suit. Thanking the lord.

He honestly didn’t even notice how shy you were- he just kinda assumed you like hearing him talk. It wasn’t until he passed by an aisle of cute keychains and decided that he wanted to get you one when he realized… he kinda didn’t know anything about you.

I mean he did. He knew your name, your height…. The colour of your eyes…. And hair… and…

“So what do you do?” He asked bluntly as the two of you walked down a park, ice creams in hand. The one he ordered. “What?” “Hobbies? Sports? What do you do in your spare time?” He asked as he looked at you, determined to get an answer. “You know… the usual stuff-“ you awkwardly chuckle. “I don’t know actually.” He was a little shit about it.

But after literally interrogating you for an entire hour, he managed to squeeze out an answer from you. You were completely cornered by him, and you shyly tell him your hobbies. He looks dumbfounded, because to him those are completely normal and healthy hobbies for someone to have. He was starting to think you’re a grave robber by the way you were acting.

Knitting? He will get you the yarn, and parade a scarf you made for him and show all his teammates. Collecting something? He will always be on the lookout for what you like, even going as far as asking his teammates to be on the lookout as well. Video games? He will learn to play your favourite game with you. Cute farming sim? Silent hill? Niche indie game that only 3 people know about? You best bet he will ask for a 4 hour lore deep dive.

Very supportive.

Lwokey will get annoyed at your shyness at one point.

At first he thinks it’s cute, but he’s not the type of person to fully baby anyone, and will force you to order your own meal. He wants the best for you :(

Will say his order and look at you to say yours, watching you stumble on your words as you try to order some fries and a sprite. And will say he’s proud of you after. But doesn’t do it often because he can see the genuine terror in your eyes - only does it even it’s the two of you in line on a slow day.

Slowly learns to accept that you’re passionate in your own way. He’s loud and proud, whereas you like to keep to yourself. In a way he likes that you’re so open with him, that you let him see the stuff you don’t show other people. Thinks it’s adorable.

Will 100% try to make you more comfortable and less shy. You bought a new dress and don’t want to wear it, he will bluntly tell you it looks good and it would be a waste of money not to wear it.

Encourages your fashion choices. Polly pocket platform heels? He loves them. Bold lipstick? He will buy you earring that match. He quietly realized he liked seeing you happy. And you were happiest being yourself.

He’s not a big fan of grossly obvious PDA. Loves holding your hand or when you grab his bicep when you two walk together. You like it because it doesn’t draw unnecessary attention and he likes it cuz you’re always attached next to him and he doesn’t have to worry about actually loosing you. Plus he likes it when you grab his bicep.

Took forever to convince you to come to one of his games. You were too nervous to get into an arena with so many people - said you could come with a group of his teammates girlfriends - but you hated the idea of being with people you didn’t know.

He got really good at spotting you in the crowd. Didn’t matter where you were sitting, he just trained himself to see you. You were too shy to loudly cheer like everyone else, blending into the crowd due to that. But it didn’t matter.

In a weird way. He likes that hes the only one who gets to see you this happy, because hes the same with you. Slowly learning to take his guard down, be more open.

You’re learning to be confident while he’s learning to be trusting.

[smolcuriouskitten]

Starter for @maximummuses ~ "Two is a crowd, three is too many!" {Wolverine}

Stardom had its flaws. People approach you all the time, never having privacy, it was an interesting life nonetheless. Some days though, being normal felt impossible with your name and face plastered everywhere.

She just wanted to go to a bar. She adorned a blonde wig and dressed in all black clothing with glasses, trying to go incognito for a bit. Just to enjoy some peace and a few drinks. Things were fine at first, she used a fake french accent and kept her tattoos hidden so no one would figure her out. This was until someone noticed a part of her back tattoo that was exposed when she leaned against the bar.

Then a group of guys approached her as she wondered by the pool table to quietly observe the game. It was polite at first, offers of drinks being given and company until she declined it. The group began to heckle her, being rude and disrespectful to her. At one point one of the men grabbed her arm to try and pull her closer which she promptly smacks them across the face before backing away from them, fearful of their next move.

[joemama-2]

ten reasons i love you

pairing: gojo x fem reader tags/warnings: angst, angst, angst, light fluff, smut, death, divider by @cafekitsune

word count: 2459

Reason #1: you’re patient

Sometimes, I get a little jealous. I wish I were like you, and I try to be, but no one could ever be like you. You handled every situation, every wrongdoing, every argument, every fight, with grace. A simple and natural elegance.

Every time, it proved why I fell in love with you. 

But, I love when you’re patient with me. I know I can be hard to handle sometimes, annoying, or an “ass”, whichever name you decided to grace me with that day. You stayed with me, even when sometimes I wished you hadn’t. Because I knew you deserved, deserve, better.

“Can’t you just tell me all the reasons now?”

“Nope, that would ruin the surprise. You get your next reason next week.”

A gentle kiss to the forehead, followed by one to your cheeks, nose, and then lips.

Reason #2: the way you laugh

I know it’s getting hard to do that now, but when you finally do, it’s the most pleasant sound my ears have ever heard, that my body has ever felt when you giggle against my neck. It sounds like a sweet melody, one that makes you warm. One that makes you smile, without noticing. 

I don’t think anyone could ever have as beautiful as laugh as you do. Even then, it wouldn’t compete.

The way you laugh sounds so natural like you don’t care who hears. I miss your laughs so much. Whenever I hear it, in that moment, everything is okay. Everything is perfect. Because you’re perfect. 

It’s the sound of joy that fills up a room and my heart. I wish I could listen to it forever.

“I didn’t take you for a poet.”

Satoru laughs, dimple more prominent. “I can be cute when I want to.”

You smile, followed by your oh-so-precious laugh. He practically melts on the spot. He can hear the rattling in your chest he’s unfortunately become familiar with. But his face doesn’t fall, instead, he holds you closer and presses a kiss to your hairline. 

It feels like just yesterday when you both got the news, when your lives changed. It’s the second week, but he just prays for time to slow down. For he’s not ready for the future. 

Reason #3: your determination

It’s so beautiful to see. The way you try and try, even after failure. The way you never give up. Maybe it’s because you’re a bit stubborn, but you never back down. It’s a quiet strength about you that I hope you can make loud one day.

You’re fierce, but quiet. Determinated, but timid. I’ve never seen those combinations before, but now that I have, I love it. 

“I wish I was still strong enough.”

His heart breaks at the sight before him, along with your resigned tone of voice. Pushing some strands of hair out of your eyes. “Listen,” he murmurs, head titling. “You are strong, then and now. You will always be strong. Do you want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I know you. And I know you’re not ready to give up, just like I’m not giving up on you. We’ll both fight this. In the end, I’ll buy you that ice cream you really like.”

Tears fill your eyes, a sad smile playing on your lips. “Okay, I can’t wait.”

Reason #4: your creativity

I know you’re trying to find ways to take your mind off the now, I am too. I didn’t think someone was capable of picking up on hobbies so fast, but the gloves you knitted me say otherwise. Oh, and the cute little crotchet animals that now take residency on my side of the bed. But I’ll let that slide, just for you. (The little gray bunny is my enemy, btw.)

I wish I was as creative as you. It’s like your juices just get flowing and once you start, you don’t stop. I love seeing it happen in real-time. It makes you happy, I know that. So it makes me happy too.

I’ve been getting more yarn now when I’m out, it’s kind of just like second nature now, I guess. They’re starting to pile up, but I hope one day they’ll all be gone. 

“Keep her off her feet more.” The doctor tells Satoru, who currently stands with a pensive expression, fingers curling around your own. “Your wife needs all the rest she can get, so if you can, keep her on bedrest with less strenuous activities.”

Bedrest. 

That word alone shakes you to your core, a prime example of your deteriorating condition. You can hear your weakened heart pound in your ears, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. If you’re being advised to be put on bed rest, what hope is left for you?

Almost none.

Reason #5: how you care about people

“That’s ironic, isn’t it?” You huff out, a wince soon taking over. 

Satoru’s comforting hand places itself on your pale one, smiling. “Just keep reading.”

With one final breath out, your eyes travel down to the small journal, reading today’s entry.

You have a certain way of making people feel seen. Including others in conversation, making sure no one is left out. You listen when needed, comfort when needed, and give advice when needed. Even if you’re not doing the best yourself.

You make people feel important, make me feel important. You look beyond titles and hierarchies and just see…me. 

If someone’s at their lowest, you make them feel seen. I’ve seen it, I’ve experienced it, and I love it.

You don’t even know you’re reaching out for him until his arms wrap securely around your waist. Careful not to drop his full weight onto your frail body. But god do you wish he did, you missed how things were before.

Hot tears stain his shirt and Satoru feels his own set begin to let loose. He’s always been good at comforting you when you’re crying, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cry with you. 

Reason #6: the way you make the mundane beautiful 

“Mundane.” You repeat, coughing. 

“Mundane.” Satoru confirms, holding your hands. “Do you think mundane is bad?”

“I feel like I can’t even do mundane things now.”

His head shakes. “You can, and you do. Life is mundane with you, but it’s also exciting, beautiful.”

With a jut of his chin towards the journal, you take the hint and continue reading.

How you can turn something so ordinary into something magical is still beyond me. Maybe you’re a secret witch (I would like that). You look for the beauty in things.

The way the sun hits the leaves, the sound of rain, or the way our hands fit together. You see the world in a way no one else does.

I see the beauty in you too. When your nose crinkles because of my “smelly” socks, your head tilting when you’re confused, or even that look you give me when I say something stupid or funny. I like admiring you, and I like the way you admire. 

Reason #7: how you make me a better person

There’s a resounding thump noise as you throw the journal into the wall. Health slowly failing along with your own mental stability. Satoru holds back a frown, feeling himself uncomfortably shift beside you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He gently asks.

“I don’t wanna read anymore.” Your voice is bordering on unrecognizable, the rattling in your chest more prominent.

He heaves a small sigh, walking over to pick the book up and back to you. Sitting on the edge of the bed and carefully regarding you with an examining gaze. “Why not?”

Many reasons. “I-It just makes me emotional, Satoru.” 

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything!” You shout, looking at him with a pitiful expression. “I’m already fucked up as it is, I don’t wanna cry anymore!”

God, is this really testing his emotional resilience. But that’s not what you need right now. “I know, I know you don’t, baby. But look at it like this,” he scoots closer, fingers intertwining with yours. “There’s nothing wrong with crying, it means we’re still human, it makes us feel….complete sometimes. And I know you’re trying hard to hold everything in, I see it. But please, just let everything out, don’t worry about the mess. Because I’m here.”

Your hands tremble, no longer fighting back your tears as you hesitantly reach for the outstretched journal and read, tears wetting the page. He holds you close.

You challenge me, in the best way. You push me to be more rational, logical, to be more punctual and caring. You push me to be the best me, you encourage my beliefs and ideas, and you’re there for me when something doesn’t fall through.

Without you, I can’t be who I am today. Without you, I’m not me.

You’ve made me the best me, by just being yourself. 

Next week, you’re saying bye to your forever home. Being forced to spend your last days in an uncomfortable hospital with a scent that you hate. This is the last time you’ll walk these halls, use that stove, watch that TV, sleep in that bed.

You cling to him like a lifeline, sometimes you wish he was. 

Soft cries fill the otherwise dim and quiet room, his arms wrapped around your body. Your arms are around his neck, legs opened wide enough so he can fully accommodate his body between them. The way he deliciously slides in and out, in the slowest and gentlest manner, all for your sake. Small moans and grunts fall from your guys’ lips.

The last time he’ll ever make love to you.

“Reason #8: the way you love me.” 

You almost break down even more at the sound of his cracking voice, noticing the shaky inhale he does as he looks down at you, hips moving in a steady motion. 

“You love me so fully, so unconditionally.” he starts off, grunting quietly as your walls squeeze around him. “It’s not about perfection with you. It’s about the way you choose me. Every day, even when we’re not at our best. I know I’m loved because you show it, every moment, in a thousand little ways.”

His lips kiss and gently suck on your pulse point, tongue darting out to lick and savor your sweaty skin. The tip of his cock hits your g-spot in a rhythm that has you whimpering out, nails digging into his shoulders. Your head tilts back slightly, he guides it back with one free hand and kisses you passionately. 

He swallows your moans and tastes your tears. His tears fall onto your cheeks, mixing in with everything. 

This isn’t just about sex, but it’s about being one with each other. It’s about savoring each other like it’s your last breath, melting into each other’s bodies, and loving you in the most intimate way.

He commits this to memory. 

Satoru stays by your side every day and every night. He doesn’t leave, even when he’s prompted by you to eat and sleep. But he can’t, not when this could be the last time he’ll ever talk to you. 

You look so fragile, so out of place in the hospital bed. The gown one size too big and he just wanted to take you in his arms and into a far-away place. Away from the hospital, away from this heart condition, and just with him. 

You can barely even keep your eyes fully open, multiple wires running through your body to keep you conscious. But you still hold onto his hand, tightly, as if you never want to let go.

And you don’t. Neither does Satoru,

Pale skin and dry lips. Everything about you screams illness. No matter that, you force yourself to stay coherent while he reads. 

“Reason #:9”, he looks at you, “the way you feel like home.”

Satoru forces his voice to remain steady, smiling at you. “Being with you is a safe place, a shelter from this cruel and dirty world. No matter where I am, where you are, where we are, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. You make me feel seen, understood, loved. Nothing else matters but us. Your touch, your voice, your presence, that’s all home to me, and I’m so happy I finally found my home.”

Warm tears slowly trickle down your cheeks, your smile feeling like it’s too hard to handle. “You’re my home too, Satoru. I….I don’t wanna leave home.”

A shaky breath. “You won’t.” His hand squeezes you tighter, planting a chaste kiss on your cracked lips. “I’ll always be here, I’ll always follow you. Just keep holding onto me, okay?”

“O-okay.” You croak out, sniffling. 

That night, he falls asleep with you. Holding you like he always does. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, thumb tracing lazy circles on your knuckles. Your warmth keeps him going, but it also makes him sleepy.

It’s only then does he realizes something. 

He’s happy. He’s so, so happy. He’s with you, you’re with him, and everything else fades away. Because it’s just you two. As much as it hurts, he wants you to go peacefully, and with him.

So, as the hours pass and when he opens his eyes. He’s met with a cold body, an unmoving form in his arms. And tears mixing in with your hair as he hugs you tight one last time.

“Reason #10.”

He sets the bouquet of white roses down on the cold stone, kneeling down before it. Your name stares back at him. 

“The best one, in my opinion. You know….I really hate how I couldn’t tell you this last one in person. But you’re still listening, aren’t you?” He places his hand above your name and a small gust of wind replies back. He smiles. 

“The way you taught me to live.”

“You taught me to how to live, not just in ‘big moments’, but in the small ones too. The moments that matter. The times we spent together, the quiet talks, the laughter, the shared silences. You’ve shown me that life isn’t about counting days—it’s about making days count.”

After leaving, he can’t help but cry. Fingers twitching by his sides, ears ringing. He blocks out the world. Until there’s a small rustling in the bushes beside him. He stops and looks.

He laughs.

“Guess you’re still keeping an eye on me, huh?”

Staring back, a cute little gray bunny. Its ears twitch, as if acknowledging him.

He takes a step closer, then kneels down, his voice softening. "Don’t worry. I’ll be okay. I promise."

He looks at the bunny one last time before standing up and walking away, feeling an inexplicable sense of comfort. 

[smolcuriouskitten]

"So you are the one raising hell for my niece?" Looks at him up and down as she continues to pin the suit. "At least you have a good taste in suits. Have a seat, I will have this ready for you in a bit baby."

@whyscserious

[smolcuriouskitten]

"Wait its national womens day? Im good with my books, men disappoint me."

[maopll]

AVI HELP I BELIEVE SUNDAY AND AVENTURINE HAVE ME IN A CHOKEHOLD THAT I CAN'T ESCAPE FROM AND IM GOING FUCKING FERAL OVER THESE TWO-

Also some if you have the time i want some fluff with these two (poly) :3

Don't worry if you put this ask on the back burner for a little bit while you fill out the other 1k event request i wont get upset :3

"JUST THE THREE OF US"

# honkai star rail edition !

⋆·˚ your two lovers, Aventurine and Sunday are both respectable and reputed men for their charming qualities and calm composure. Yet... they all just vanish in the air when you are with them, behind close doors.

note : poly relation. sfw. funny gn!reader

a/n note: screaming , crying , throwing up i love these two.

"Good morning Sweetheart !"

"It's the ass crack of dawn ! why are you two shouting !"

"He shouted first"

Aventurine and Sunday glared at eachother at this statement. For some reason they were saying everything in unison.

you were fed up with their bickering so to break the ice, "... I'm too tired for this what's for breakfast ?"

"Your favourites dove, everything prepared by the finest chefs"

"and on the finest plates! all funded by yours truly" aventurine teasingly said so as he blew a kiss towards you. Mornings like this were a given. Luxurious dining yet homely food, and being greeted by the most handsome faces of penacony.

Although It was hard at first on making your decision on whom to choose as your partner, both of them agreed when you wanted to take them as your soulmate together.

Staying with these two under the same roof has its complications and its advantages.

You get to play with Aventurine's critters

"Hey aven do you think they will like fish? they do look like cats anyway ..."

"I think there are better alternatives to fish hm? my dear?"

And also to enjoy the fluffiness of Sunday's wings.

"Does... Does it hurt sunday ?"

"Not at all angel, you're being very gentle and ... it feels good..." Sunday often dozes off when you caress his wings like that. "You two are lucky that I can multitask like this" you chuckled.

—

"Look I'm leaving for a job that is going to take long so you two better be on your best behaviour ! no bickering ! no going at eachothers throats got it?"

"Yes ma'am"

When it comes to receiving orders from you about behaviour and being good, they always listen to you since they know that you love both of them equally.

So imagine your reaction when you come back to a very expensive yet the sweetest surprise.

"Welcome back home Dove" Sunday strided towards you and kissed the back of your hand.

"Relax now my love! It's only on us today so just rest" Aventurine says so as he takes the coat off your back and leaving trails of kisses on your neck.

"You two ... prepared this for me ?"

The living room was decorated only with your favourite things. Plushies , vintage furniture , many plants and your favourite dishes all set on a small round table. Although the previous furniture was nowhere to be seen , this change from the normal was appreciated by you.

"Thank you so much !—"

"Not so fast dearest , welcome back home and to us" Aventurine and Sunday both handed you a gift.

"A gift ? what does it have ... ? ... ! "

Words couldn't explain your surprise when you saw a keychain with small handmade yarn dolls of you , aven and sunday together, and a locket which had the picture of you three on one side and a small "Thank you for loving us" with their signatures on it.

"This is the best welcome home gift I've ever seen"

[smolcuriouskitten]

Shes been asleep for who knows how long, drool covering the ground and her curls stuck to her face. "What year is it?"

[smolcuriouskitten]

"IM OUTTA TOWN, THUGGIN WITH MY ROUNDSSSS.

MY COOCHIE PINK, MY BOOTYHOLE BROWN."

Shes screaming the lyrics and shaking her ass.

[smolcuriouskitten]

"Absolutely..I mean what if I mess it up or do something wrong? Our first kiss shouldnt be something small and gentle, I want to kiss you and hold you in such a way that isnt brief..." She agrees, looking down at his lips then back into his eyes.

"They are..I would hate to hear the gasps or sounds of disbelief when I fumble with their king." She jokes, kissing his nose before she continues. "Giving opinions about how I should have kissed you differently and how I could have held you more affectionately. The murmurs about how much better I could have done. I would love to have a release, not just to perfect the act of showing affection, but to ensure we know how our bodies react with how we kiss."

A delicate cheek kiss and she gently rubs the back of his shaved haircut, tilting her head. "I would love for my first kiss to be with you...my one and only.."

smolcuriouskitten​:

As he agreed with her, she couldnt help but giggle, happy to be there with him. “Just like how you snuck into my heart and made it yours.” She quips with a genuine laugh, looking down at his lips then back at his eyes.

The gentle nature, his willingness to give, and allowing her to be herself, she was falling and deeper in love with him. She wanted to feed into her fleshy desires, she wanted to be his in more ways than one but shes patient. Her family taught her it was a virtue and she knew it would be worth it in the end.

She could hear how loud her heartbeat was in her ears as he leans closer, she closes her eyes. In any other circumstance, she would pull away. She would be too nervous to do anything and was scared she would disappoint. This time, it felt right. It felt like she was blanketed in a warm embrace and she couldnt bring herself to pull away.

“Your love means more to me than the life of luxury, the moon and the stars. The trust I have in you is a reflection of the love we have. With such a fierce and passionate heart as your, I know you will guard it with your all.” She held his face and smiles as she looked at him. “I…I really want to kiss you.”

“… I want to kiss you, too… It’s making me rethink this whole wedding kiss business, actually… Why should our first kiss be in front of a thousand people? You deserve spontaneity, intimacy… You also deserve a little practice…”

He was completely content in having his face cradled in her palms, forced (but no less volunteering) to look into her eyes.

“Oh, yes. The people of the kingdom—Even of other kingdoms—can be very petty. They’ll judge you for the way you kiss me, among other things, and I don’t want that unchecked nosiness of theirs to have any influence on our moment. I want to kiss you, here, now, where you can tell me how you’re feeling while you’re feeling it, air your racing thoughts… instead of carrying on like you have to keep everything bottled up…”

[smolcuriouskitten]

Starter for @myriadxofxmuses : Songstress Blues

Rockelle never felt better in her life. Humans were such easy beings to take advantage of. Stupid men and their stupid desires, always being their demise. Having sex with anything that moves, pathetic.

How did she get this way? She was the victim of an abusive relationship for years. Her ex husband keeping her from water sources, drying her skin out and making her life a loving hell. Then she got sick of it, tired of being pushed around and treated badly so she killed her husband which gave her a rush she has been chasing ever since.

Now she heard of some duo called Sam and Dean? Whispers of them among the supernatural community, warning those not human to stay away. She never thought she would run into them, she thought she was doing them a favor by getting rid of abusive assholes. So here she was, getting ready to perform her songs on stage, staff already snicker among themselves as they tried to guess what unlucky bastard would be the victim. With that, she greets the crowd and begins her songs, the mellow music filling the air.

[smolcuriouskitten]

"Excuse me sir. You might know what this is. Do you know where I can find a....a...a green lantern comic book? Its issue 27 I think? My niece wanted it and shes busy on tour but shes hellbent on it being here. Do...do you know what is honey?"

@sheldoney

[smolcuriouskitten]

"Excuse me dear! Im curious to know which two of these books are better. I never read anything from this author, trying out a new section." She holds up two science fiction novels, which she tilts her head at the taller man.

@sheldoney ♡

[smolcuriouskitten]

As much as she wanted to make a wolf joke about herself, she swallows it down for the time being. "Dogs are like kids sometimes. You have to take alot of time and energy to make them happy." She starts, folding her arms.

Roxie scrunches her nose. "You drag me everywhere so I might as well be your dog. You just disappoint me instead of giving me treats." She teases, laying back down on the couch with a sigh.

xadrian, 32, adventure journalist/content creator open to: mfnb 21+ connection: any. go nuts!

"I'm thinking about adopting a dog... Should I get a dog? I travel a lot is what I'm thinkin'... but 'm also thinkin' I could take the dog with me..."