#she wears a lot of long sleeve shirts to cover it up since its so recognizable

[palilious]

I fell in love again All things go, All things go

[ihavethedreamies]

Love or Hate (1) | Jongho

Choi Jongho - ATEEZ

Rating: Suggestive (15+)

Word Count: ~4.2k

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Pining, Angst? Reader gets cranky, Jealousy

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, almost a slight moment with Wooyoung

Summary: You have developed a strong crush on your best friend over the two years you have known him. One day, all your emotions just boil over.

Part 1; part 2 will be smut u3u

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Part 2: Sweet? or Spicy?

Revised (1/30/25)

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You have been friends with Jongho for a few years. You met both of your Freshman year and now the end of Junior year is approaching. It’s at some kind of Freshman event that all the clubs and school organizations are trying to recruit new members. Walking around the rec center gym where a bunch of booths are set up, you’re looking at some brochures on an unmanned table when you quite literally run into him. When you turn to walk elsewhere, you smack into someone's chest and you yelp, pulling back quickly, your hand over your mouth. Since you’re pretty short, even though he isn’t super tall for a guy, he’s bigger than you. Also, not just from literally faceplanting into him, you can tell he’s strong. His pants are extremely tight and so is the long-sleeve button up he has on…

"Woah!" He steadies you by placing his hands on your shoulders and even his hands feel ridiculously strong.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologize again, not normally very clumsy. At first you wonder why he was so close to you, but the place is quickly growing packed and there isn’t too much room to move around. The event was supposed to be outside with more room, but it’s pouring so they had to set up inside. Due to the amount of people, if you backed up too far you’d be sitting on the table, so you’re forced to stay close to him. What draws your attention most is that he’s in a dress shirt and pants with a vest. It’s like…hot as balls out even with the rain. Why is he so covered up?

Someone excuses themselves behind him and he’s forced even closer to move out of the way, and his hand has still not moved from your shoulder.

"A-are you wanting to look at this?" You point behind you, shuffling to the side so he can look at the brochures. There’s a map of campus laid out on the table as well, both things explaining all of the different places and things one could do. He smiles and moves up to where you had been and so you grab a pamphlet and go to move on, but he calls out to you.

"Do you work in the weight room?" he asks.

"Oh, yeah. Why?"

"I saw you there yesterday… Is there a time when it’s less busy?" He picks up a flyer and walks over to you and once again someone brushes by him, and you find him even closer to you again.

"Um, the early morning. We open at like six, there aren’t too many people then." Most people don’t like hearing that. You go to bed and wake up early so you don’t mind working then. It actually pays more than in the evening because most people don’t want to work that early.

"Great, thanks…"

"(Y/N)." you tell him, holding out your hand for him to shake and he returns it.

"Jongho."

~θωθ~

After that he’d come by the weight room when you were working and since it was slow that’s also when you work out. You aren’t great with cardio since you had asthma as a kid and so you just lift. It makes you laugh when he comes in because he always wears long pants and long sleeves, whereas you’ll be in a sports bra and capris leggings. Eventually you begin hanging out outside of the weight room and you join his group of friends. They’re…a lot. Most of the time, Jongho and you will sit off to the side and watch as Seonghwa tries to calm the chaos. One night you’re hit really hard by the fact that you had gotten a crush on the youngest of the group. It’s Sophomore year, and you’re all hanging out in a small grassy courtyard behind the Liberal Arts building. It’s nearing the end of the school year, and it’s early spring, only a sweatshirt is needed even as the moon rises. Some of the boys are running around like children while you sit on a picnic blanket with Jongho, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You’re putting together some small Lego sets with the eldest when you hear a shrill cry of your name.

"(Y/N) help me!" Wooyoung screams and you sigh but don’t turn to look at him.

"Whatever it is, you deserve it!" You call back and he screams again. Finally, you turn to see what is happening and he’s being held captive by San as Mingi and Yunho bites his arm. Not having any idea how it go to that, you deadpan at the scene and sigh. Getting up, you shoot Hongjoong a look and he looks up from where he’s writing notes of a new song, his guitar on his lap.

"Aren’t you dad? Seonghwa's mom? When did I turn into mom?"

"When Jongho became dad." Hongjoong tells you and glare at him. He wasn’t wrong. Jongho is the scariest and if Wooyoung or San are being annoying he’ll just pick them up or squeeze their hand real hard. He can even throw a Mingi over his shoulder if need be.

"Why am I mom?" You look quickly at Jongho who’s leaning against the tree, his eyes closed, earbuds in. Seonghwa snorts and you glare at him then.

"Please." He scoffs and you flinch.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You question and the eldest shoots Hongjoong a look himself and they have a silent conversation.

"Whatever-"

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Wooyoung screams again and you know you have to do something before you all get in trouble. Groaning, you jog over to them, prying San's arms off of Wooyoung while flicking Yunho and Mingi hard on the forehead. They yelp dramatically and fall back, holding their heads. San lunges to grab Wooyoung again and the younger one hides behind you, using you as a shield.

"Uh, guys-" Yeosang, who’s standing nearby trying to watch, but not get involved, calls out.

"Jung Wooyoung!" you scold as he squats behind you, holding your legs, pressing his cheek to your butt. His hand is wrapped around your thigh and your face feels warm having him hold you like that.

"Wooyoung-" Yeosang is ignored again and suddenly the other three look at something behind you in fear.

"What?" You try to turn and look too but there’s a person attached to you.

"Oh my gosh, let go!" When you reach to pry his arms off of you, he just holds on tighter, his other hand landing on your inner thigh.

"Ah!" he screams out of nowhere and he’s off of you. You stumble at the force of what yanks him off and teeter before getting your balance.

"What the-" You finally turn and see Jongho has pinned Wooyoung down on the ground and is holding his arms behind his back. He isn’t doing it hard enough to hurt him, but he’s restricting him from moving.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He yipes and seeing the display of strength, and the fact that he’s doing it to rescue you, makes your heart thud against your rib cage. That must have been what Yeosang was trying to warn of and why the other three got startled. The fabric of Jongho's sweatshirt spreads tightly over his back as he wrangles the older boy, his jeans hugging his butt and thighs perfectly, and it hits you- Throwing your hand over your mouth, everything that everyone had been seeing but you suddenly springs to mind. Whenever you needed help with anything, Jongho was there. If you were ever upset or even excited, you go to Jongho first. He buys you your favorite snacks when you meet up and you always sit next to him. When you’re sick, he’ll go to your dorm room and take care of you. If it’s cold, you’ll let him huddle up to you for warmth. Also, you’re made aware of the way you’d ogle him all the time. Not only is he handsome and has the voice of an angel, he’s thick in the best kind of way and everything he wears is always tight. Even though he barely even shows his forearms, to you he’s extremely attractive in every way.

"I think she figured it out." Seonghwa chuckles quietly to Hongjoong.

"About time."

~ô3ô~

For almost a whole year you’ve been crushing on Jongho, but you haven’t the courage to do anything about it. You’re scared that if he doesn’t likes you back in that way, it would ruin your friendship. So, you just hold it inside as your crush grows and grows. Afraid to admit it, even in your own thoughts, you’re falling in love with him even though you aren’t even dating. There’s definitely been times when he’ll flirt with you, and you’ll give it back. But who knows if it means anything past just being playful. One night when you’re all at your apartment, eating, drinking, and playing video games, you have a bit too much to drink. You tend to get emotional and cry easily when you’re drunk, and you can feel tears pricking your eyes with no prompting. Not wanting the boys to see you like that and make fun of you, you shuffle back into your room, mumbling about going to the bathroom. Instead, you just sit on your bed, sniffling.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Wooyoung knocks on the door, peaking in and pushing it the rest of the way open.

"M'fine." you mumble, and he fully enters, kneeling in front of you.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?" His hands cup your cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"Dunno."

"You don’t know?"

"Mhmh." He coos at your cute tipsy state and his hand moves from your cheek to your jaw. He can’t help himself anymore, you’re way too cute. He leans forward, his nose bumping yours and you sober up real quick. You quickly hold your hand up, placing it between you two and he blinks in surprise.

"S-sorry, Wooyoung, you, uh-"

"I'm not Jongho?" The older boy sighs, and you gape.

"I might be a dumbass, but I'm not an idiot, (Y/N)."

"M'sorry." you mutter, and he shakes his head with a small smile.

"Not surprised. Though, I think you should tell him. I don’t like you coming in here to cry about it." He stands up and holds his hand out to help you get up from where you’re sitting on your bed. Giving him a shy smile, you let him help you up and you both go back out to the crazies.

"Where'd Jongho go?" you ask, and Yunho waves toward the door to the balcony. The door is propped open with a wedge, and you go to join him out there. Better than later, especially with some liquid courage in your system. For some reason though, when you reach for the handle, you halt. Fear grips you and with a sigh, you take a step back and go back to sits on the couch. Wooyoung shoots you a look from where he sits on the floor, and you shake your head. When Mingi asks if you want another drink, you decline and sit watching them play games. Maybe another time…

~₸-₸~

Looking at the time on your phone, you huff, crossing your arms where you stand. You’re waiting outside of Jongho's classroom, ready to be done for the day. He’s going back to your apartment with you because you need help putting together your new desk. While you could manage physically, you’re really bad at reading directions, and he offered to help after you started to complain about it. There are still some kids leaving the classroom since they had to gather the materials they need for some presentation project. When what seems like the last kid has left, he still hasn’t come out. The professor has even left already, so you get up from the bench and go far enough into the room so that you can look around the corner at the end of the entryway. He’s still in there, two girls sitting at the table with him. Must be in his group… For some reason, seeing them there, so close to him, makes you really mad. Maybe it’s because they’re making you wait longer for him, but it’s more how close they’re sitting to him. It’s not necessary, and they laugh at something he says a little too hard. He’s funny, sure, but that’s too much to make sense. When the brunette to his left rests her hand on his arm you see red. Looking at the drink you got him, you sneer and storm into the room, clenching the cup tight. You have waited ten minutes between standing in line and getting the beverage for him, then you had to wait while he’s flirting around! They don’t notice you until you sidle up to the table and slam the drink in front of him, the ice rattling in the liquid.

"I'm going home." you snap and turn aggressively, storming back out. You know you’re getting a little too mad. He’s your best friend, sure, but you two aren’t even going out, but you just got so upset. Why don’t you have the courage to flirt with him like that? Why don’t you have the courage to confess to him?

"(Y/N)!" he shouts behind you as you stomp down the hall toward the entrance. You hear one of the girls call something out as well, but you can’t hear it as you shove hard against the push handle of the door, throwing it open. The cool late spring air smells like rain, the wet pavement evidence there was a short downfall while you’re waiting for him.

"(Y/N)!" he calls you again, much closer now. Damn your tiny legs-

"Wait!" Jongho is right behind you, but you just keep going.

"Hey!" He sounds mad, his hand grabbing your wrist so he can haul you to turn around and face him. He’s taken aback by your red cheeks and eyes and the fire in your gaze. His grip isn’t tight but even with you being stronger than the average college girl, there’s no point in even trying to fight him. His face hardens and he pulls you closer to him, his nose almost touching yours.

"Why are you so mad?" he snaps, and tears flow down your cheeks like when a pot boils over. The burner heating your anger shuts off and you just start to sob.

"H-hey." His anger dissipates immediately as well, and he uses his hold on your wrist to pull you into him, hugging you. You ball your fists up against chest, trying to push him off to no avail. You aren’t fighting that hard anyway.

"Let go." You cry pitifully and he knows you don’t mean it.

"What's wrong?" He pulls back just enough so he can look at your blotchy face. Avoiding looking at his face, one of his hands comes softly to your chin so he can move your head, making you look at him.

"I hate you." You mumble and he almost doesn’t catch it, but your tone is insincere.

"Uh-huh." He scoffs. You say that a lot when you’re pouty. You hate things quite easily when you don’t mean it.

"I hate your stupid handsome face. I hate your stupid pretty voice. I hate your stupid deliciously tight pants. I hate your stupid gorgeous hands-" You’re rambling, and he stares at you in shock. Sure, you’re saying you hate him in multiple aspects, but they’re more or less compliments. They ultimately are also confessions, each one.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), hey, slow down-“ You’ve told him you hate how sweet he is to you, how sexy his strength is, that he smells good. In his head he turns each 'hate’ to 'love', and he translates your rant. I love that you are so hot when you’re scary and mad. I love that you're so effortlessly powerful. I love that you look good in literally anything. I love that you know me so well. I love, hate, love, hate…When you keep going, he chuckles, releasing you from his hold, but moves both hands to cup your jaw. He cuts your rant off with his lips on yours, swallowing your next words. You squeak in shock as the kiss turns from a sweet 'shut up' into something extremely heated. You sigh out a moan, your eyes slipping closed, and he slips his tongue in your mouth. One of Jongho's hands move to the back of your head, tilting it, and pulling you closer. The other finds your waist and you press closer to him, his hard body unrelenting against your much softer one. Your head swims and it's like his breath is fanning the flame building in your belly. When he finally, reluctantly, pulls away, you’re both breathing hard.

"You still need help building that desk?" Both his hands are on your waist, his thumbs rubbing your stomach over your sweatshirt. Yeah, then you can bend me over it…

"Y-yeah." The reality of the situation hits you, and he pulls back, linking his hand with yours.

"Come on." As you two walk off campus and toward your place, you let him lead you, lost in your head. Your fingers are constantly brushing over your lips, not sure if you’re more shocked by the kiss or the things you said leading up to it.

"So, I'm stupidly handsome?" He starts and you groan.

"Oh, god."

"My voice is pretty?"

"J-Jongho-"

"My pants are deliciously tight?"

"Please stops-"

"Gorgeous hands?"

"…"

"I'm sweet? Sexy? Smell good?"

"Uh…"

"Hot when I'm scary and mad? Powerful? Look good in literally anything? What was that last one?"

"…that you know me so well…" He stops right in front of your building, and turns to look at you, your hand still in his.

"Obviously not as well as I should."

"What?"

"If I knew you so well, I should have realized you like me back."

"Well, I tried- wait, like you back?"

"Yes, silly girl." He smirks and holds up your linked hands in front of your face.

"I love that you so readily hold my hand. I love how cute you are, especially when you're mad. I love hearing you laugh. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love how you can split an apple in half like how I taught you. I love that you always spoil me by cooking for me. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. I love that you use the perfume that matches my cologne. I love how passionate you get about things you like. I love how you can problem-solve anything. I love that you’re so small but so strong. I love that you're always by my side." He lists off and you’re crying again. You sniff happily and he pulls you into another hug, you dig your fingers into the leather of his jacket.

"I hate you." You mumble into his chest, and he laughs.

"I love you too."

~ÔuÔ~

Jongho and you get up to your apartment and you shuffle inside awkwardly, even though it’s your home. He let his bag rest by the door, taking his shoes off as you go to the bedroom to put your own stuff down. Closing the door, you heave a heavy exhale and while you want to sit in the middle of the floor and have an existential crisis, you want more to go spend time with Jongho. So much happened suddenly with you both confessing, and you feel somewhat hungover. You change out of your jeans and when you grab a pair of sweatpants, you think about what he said earlier. Instead, you grab a pair of shorts, don those, and go to your closet. Switching out the sweatshirt you’re currently in for one of his he has there, you look in the mirror that’s built into the door of your closet. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. Your face visibly flushes, and you step away from the mirror, patting your cheeks as you go back out to the living room. You halt when you see him on the couch. It seems he’d been wearing a t-shirt under his leather jacket, a short sleeved one. While you’ve seen his forearms before, it’s rare and so you practically ogle the little bit of skin. He’s relaxed back on the couch, sitting there likes he owns it, the room, and your apartment. Like usual. His pants are, as you often state, deliciously tight. You want to sit yourself on his lap and ride his strong thigh till you cum all over it. Shaking your head to clear it, you shuffle closer and feel very shy for some reason. Not only is the sweatshirt big on you and you’re in shorts, but the hem of the top also goes past your shorts, making it look like you have no pants on. He gives you a warm smile and you shoot him a shy one in return.

"You want to build that desk?"

"Not really." You admit and his smile grows then turns into a smirk.

"Come here, pretty." He holds his arm open, and you shuffle over to him. When you go to sit down next to him, he instead pulls you down onto him. Jongho rests back against the couch, settling you sideways over his lap. Resting your head on his shoulder, you two sit there quietly, just reveling in the contact.

"Jongho?"

"Yes?" His arm wraps around your back, hand on your hip to hold you in place and you fiddle with the strings of his hoodie you have on. When you don’t say anything, he bounces his leg, the force making you bounce as well. This movement readjusts you, so you’re facing him more. He’s so handsome and the fire behind his eyes warms through you.

"C-can you kiss me again?" You whisper softly and he chuckles. You let out an 'eep' as he shifts you further, causing you to straddle him. Wanting nothing more than to rub your covered pussy over his thigh, you hold back. He keeps going though, turning so his back is to the armrest and this gives you the room to kneel between his legs. His leg is bent at your side between you and the back cushion, his other foot planted on the floor. He’s so confident, and it’s so freaking hot. Leaning forward somewhat shyly, your hands rests on his chest and get bumped by his leg against your back, pressing you into him. You’re surrounded by Jongho, his scent, his warmth, his strength. His lips meet yours again and you sigh in delight, his hands come to hold yours on his chest. This kiss is less hungry, and he lets you take the lead more as you lean against him. Pulling back, you kiss his cheek, and this makes him huff out a laugh. You shift and kiss the other side of his face above his jaw and then lay one on his neck.

"(Y/N)." He sighs your name out and he leans back more, letting you lay on him more. Splaying your hands over his chest you groan at the muscle you feel under there. He’s just delicious. Your head swims with the thought of what he looks and feels like under that black t-shirt. Laying another kiss near his chin you move back to his lips, and he smiles. Propping yourself up on your knees more, you hover over him, tilting your head down and deepening the kiss. His powerful arms wrap around you and hold you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, and he helps you to straddle him again. When you sit down fully you feel the impressive bulge in his pants.

"Fuck." You gasp and he looks at you smugly.

"Is this moving too fast for you?" He asks and you look at him, shaking your head.

"Dear lord, no. Do you know how long I've wanted this?"

"Hm, no. Tell me." He’s growing cockier by the second and you’re more than willing to stroke his ego.

"Remember almost a year ago when Wooyoung wrapped around my legs, and you hauled him off and put him in his place?"

"That long huh?" His hands move from the small of your back to your ass, pulling you close to grind up into you.

"Fuck." You swear again. Luckily, he’s in jeans, or he could feel you most likely leaking through not only your panties but your shorts as well.

"I've wanted you since you fell asleep on my shoulder when we watched Black Widow in your dorm."

"T-that long? We had only known each other for a few months."

"I know."

"Why didn’t you say anything?"

"Well…honestly, then I just wanted to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress." He admits and your core clenches.

"Now, I love you, and I'm not sure if I want to make love to you or rail you into next week." Jongho buries his face into your neck, beginning to lay soft kisses there and your heartrate spikes. What do you want? Well…both, but what sounds better right then?

"Oh, uh…I don't know which one…" He pulls you down to grind on his hard-on again.

"Whichever one I'm fine with. But choose soon, I can't hold back any longer." You feel his lips move over your thudding pulse point.

"Okay…"

...

'Make love to me.' (Sweet)

'Rail me.' (Spicy)

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Appearances for the GG rivals au character.

I am no artist, so these will simply be written descriptions with a few images thrown in here and there. These are all subject to change at any time, as well, since this is still in its early planning stages.

For Gem, I imagine she looks a lot like in this gorgeous fanart, except her dress has slits up the side to allow for easier movement and her hair is a low bun with a braid wrapping around the front of her head, like this.

Scott and Impulse wear armour similar to how applestruda draws it in her au, with their cloths in shades of teal and yellow. Scott, I like to imagine, has long, back length hair, that he wears down and covering one eye. Impulse has shortly cropped hair and two little nubby horns that are tipped in black, as well as sharp clawed hands. Scott's teeth are sharp; no one quite knows why.

Grian's eyes are entirely black like a barn owl's and his hands end in sharp talons rather than nails. He doesn't have wings, not anymore at least. He wears a high collared red tunic and brown trousers, but both are rarely seen past the heavy, ankle length, black cloak he hides himself under, which is held closed by a silver brooch in the shape of an eye. The cloak has a hood but he never wears it. He always seems to be sliming, whether that smile is devious or genuine is up for debate. The brooch looks something like this, minus the blue center and the circlular details

Scar wears a similar black cloak, held closed by the same brooch, though he wears his with the hood up, and it has red flower detailing on the hem (so, similiar to his secret life look but its a full cloak). His eyes are still green, though, and he has a single grey streak in his brown hair. His tunic and trousers under the cloak are both black and he wears his shirt just a little bit too open at the top. He also always wears a smile, but pretty much everyone can agree it is deceptively kind.

Mumbo and Etho wear matching outfits, claiming it is professional since they share a job, but it is something they choose to do not something that is required of them (they are just silly, really). I imagine they are simple outfits consisting of white tunics with black trousers and thick, leather aprons on top (mumbo's is red and etho's is green). They both wear goggles and thick gloves, as well as chunky boots, all for safety since they work with explosives. Etho wears a black bandana on his lower his face. His goggles replace his headband in this look, being what keeps his hair out of his face. His scared eye is missing entirely; he does not have a false eye, it is just an empty socket. Mumbo wears his goggles around his neck when they are not on his face.

Bdubs dresses similarly, minus the apron and goggles, since he works out in the garder. His shirt is white, and he has brown trousers. Over that he wears a thick cloak that is almost always covered in some manner of flora and/or mud. He completes the look with a wide brimmed hat to protect him from the sun.

Cleo is also dresses similarly to Etho and Mumbo but her apron is a plain brown that is stained with soot. Her tunic sleeves are always rolled up to show off her strong arms and she doesn't wear her safety gloves nearly as much as she should, and she forgoes eye protection entirely. One of her eyes is missing (surprisingly not related to the lack of protective wear), replaced with a glass eye of a slightly different shade of green than her organic eye. Her hair is pulled into a much messier bun than Gem's, with frizzy stray hairs going every direction.

Ren and Martyn look like how they are typically drawn in third life fanart. Ren's eyes are red, as well as blood shot, and he almost always appears angry.

Pearl wears a white tunic with flared sleeves tucked into a pair of high waisted black trousers. Over this she has a deep, red cloak that stops at her waist. She has a crescent moon shaped birth mark on the left side of her face. She carries a sword around her waist. Her hair is always down and messy under her hood.

Bigb just looks like a baker, I am not sure how to describe it. But he always seems to have flour stains on his clothes no matter how hard he tries to wipe it off. Big strong arms for him as well.

Skizz wears the same armour as Scott and impulse, and his underclothes are black. The sleeves of his tunic are ripped off and he does not wear his gauntlets. He refuses to elaborate on why. He is a dove avian.

Tango wears a short sleeved red tunic and black trousers with big chunky boots. His hands are clawed, and his ears are pointed; both are tipped in a red to black gradient. His eyes are entirely red. He has a long tail that ends in a tuff of fire that doesn't seem to have any real heat.

Jimmy wears a blue tunic with a brown vest over it. Brown trousers and chunky boots. His sleeves are always rolled up and he is always covered in some manner of dirt, both because of the work he does on the farm, and from being very clumsy. He has bull horns, one of which is chipped. He also has a tail.

I still don't have set roles for joel and lizzie just yet so they do not have designs in mind either, unfortunately.

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a lots gonna change pt.17

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change

the end is upon us 💔

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"Goodnight D, get home safe." You shut the door closed, after walking Dina and the boys out. The last of the guests had left. Meaning finally you could get some real sleep in your bed, after days of sleeping uncomfortably in a hospital chair. Once you entered the dimly lit living area you were met with Ellie and Lila cuddled up on the sofa. Lila's head on her mothers lap, as Ellie stroked her curls. Your presence caught Ellie's attention, causing her to smile as you walked over to the two of them. You reached down, taking a sleeping Lila into your arms.

"She's due for bed, its way past her bedtime." You smile, rocking the child in your arms, Ellie nods shutting the television off and following after you as you ascend the staircase. She helps open Lila's bedroom door, seeing as your hands were full, literally and figuratively. You slowly place the child into her bed, turning her night light on and then tucking her in. Ellie gently bends over, careful not to disturb her stitches and places a kiss on Lila's forehead, and you do the same. The action brings back sweet memories of your past, when the three of you were together, as a family.

You helped Ellie change into her sleep clothes, gently undoing the buttons of her shirt. Your breath catches, when you see she isn't wearing a bra. She catches your reaction and smiles up at you, you return a strained smile. Shifting your attention to helping her into her pyjama shirt. As you're leaning over to fit her arms into the sleeves, she reaches forward enveloping you in a kiss.

"El's we shouldn't" You whisper, but you don't bother moving, something about the kiss felt right, no matter how wrong you knew it was.

"Please baby, I need it." She pulls you down into her arms gently, you do your best not to put your weight on her knowing she was steal healing.

"But… Abby, I- I can't" Your words are saying no but your body refuses to part from her. It was so selfish of you and you knew you'd regret it. But the thought of almost loosing the first person you'd ever loved, the mother of your child, it made you want to cherish her and hold on to her as long as you possibly could.

"Don't worry about her, I'm here." She takes off your shirt in one quick motion and kneads your breasts, causing you to let out a wanton moan. The kisses continue, and soon enough your grinding against her with a burning desire. The both of you gasping and grunting and then the image of Amelia and Ellie flashes in your mind. Causing you to pull away in haste, untangling yourself from her which leaves her surprised.

You were doing the same thing Ellie had done to you. All Abby had done since she'd come into your life was love you, care for you and Lila and stand by you. All the things you had done for Ellie and yet she still cheated, here you were repeating the cycle. Perhaps the phrase "hurt people, hurt people," was true.

"Ellie I just, I love you but I can't do this to Abby. I love her too and I know it's complicated but we can't do this." She nods at your words, disappointed but respectful of your needs.

You knew you needed to sit down with Abby and talk this through. Your mind was swarming, you didn't want to hurt either of them. On one hand Ellie had done you wrong, she cheated on you for months while you were married, but she had worked so hard to try and get you back.

On the other was Abby, sweet, sweet Abby who had done nothing but show you love ever since she'd walked into your life. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, mind torn between right and wrong, until you'd finally been taken by sleep. Ellie holding onto you from behind as she softly snored.

-

You awoke to light snores , then saw a shift in the covers, followed by a small yawn.

You leaned over quietly, more yawns came from Ellie , well not her. You noticed she was holding something, curled to her chest under the blankets. A tuft of curly hair fanning across her, nuzzling into her chest. The tuft turned towards you, revealing Lila's smushed face. Eye fluttering open, a small drool mark she had left on her mother's shirt.

She must've came into the room at some point in the night. It wasn't often that Lila co-slept with you. She was a very independent child in that way. But whenever she was at Ellie's, the two of them always co-slept. It was something about Momma being comfier that Lila loved. She always insisted on sleeping with Ellie rather than in her own bed.

"Good morning, Baby," you whispered, leaning over the mattress. You pulled the blanket back a little more, seeing your daughter snuggled against Ellie. Hands tucked under her little body, while Ellie's were keeping her flush with her chest. "Lila?" you stroked some hair off her face, softly tracing a finger on her cheek. Her face scrunched in displeasure, " Nooooo."

"Hey, we need to get up, you have school."

" Noo," she whined some more, turning her face back into Ellie's chest. Her movement caused Ellie to rouse slightly, holding her tighter. You looked up at her, slowly blinking awake. She looked at you confused, yawned loudly.

"Hi," you whispered, "Did you have fun sleeping together?"

Ellie's eyes snapped to yours, "What?"

You nodded down to Lila, she looked with you, face softening at the sight of Lila against her chest. She shrugged, pulling her up higher on her chest, "She came in last night, she had a nightmare."

"Poor baby, I didn't even notice until now."

Lila whined again, "Too loud."

"Well, that's too bad," You leaned over to her, kissing her forehead loudly, "We gotta go to school."

-

You pulled into a parking spot, Ellie immediately getting out of the car despite your protests for her to sit and relax. "What are you doing?" You hissed. Ellie ignored you, freeing Lila from her booster seat and getting her bag, she had shoved between the chairs. "We both know I can handle a short walk her over there." You rolled your eyes, knowing she wouldn't back down.

"Say bye to mommy," Ellie hoisted Lila to your level. Watching her kiss your face and tell you she loved you. Lila dragged her by the hand, chatting about her friends the entire way. Ellie could feel the stares of other parents, wondering who she was and why she was with Lila. Seeing as she only had Lila from Fridays to Sundays, the school was not somewhere she came often, unless it was a meet the teacher day or parent teacher conferences.

"Okay time to go." Ellie said as they reached the front door of Lila's classroom.

"I love you momma, bye." Lila said grabbing her bag from Ellie's hands, giving her legs a tight hug.

"I love you too baby, have fun."

Lila smiled at her, running off like she didn't just leave her mother on the verge of tears. Ellie sniffled slowly, wiping her eyes in the most casual way she could. Watching Lila's little body run past her teacher, who was waving her inside. She couldn't believe just a few days ago she could've lost her baby.

If it weren't for her neighbour seeing her and calling the police on time, she wouldn't have gotten to see that precious smile and loud giggle ever again.

She wiped her eyes clean before making her way back into the car, knowing if you noticed her crying you'd surely ask questions. She was glad things weren't awkward between the two of you since last nights events. She wasn't sure she'd be able to deal with the tension.

"You just had to get up and go didn't you?" You playfully tease her as she gets back into the passenger seat.

"I saw my chance and I took it, I can assure you my stitches are fine."

"You're just like Lila in that way, so fucking stubborn, the both of you."

-

"You sure you're going to be okay?" You ask Ellie, as you grab your purse and squish your feet into your heels. She rolls her eyes, hands on her hips.

"Honey, I can assure you I'll be fine. You're only going to be gone 3 hours anyways." She pushed you towards the front door and you laugh at her insistence to get you to leave.

"Alright but you have to promise me you'll call if anything goes wrong."

"Yes Y/N, I promise."

As soon as you'd made it into work the first place you headed towards was Abby's office. You didn't want to go through with this talk but you knew you had to. You couldn't continue doing this to yourself and it wasn't fair for all parties involved.

You left a few soft knocks on her office door and heard a quiet "come in." You slowly opened the door, her eyes meeting yours and immediately softening.

"Hi."

"Hey, Y/N"

"Can I sit?" She motions to the armchairs across from her desk and you sit in one of them, she walks around the table and sits on the empty one.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, I was outta line." She takes your hand into hers and your heart all but breaks. She was always first to apologise, no matter the circumstance.

"It's fine Abs I should've told you beforehand, it's only fair."

"You owe me no explanation, she's your family." She insists squeezing your hand.

"We need to talk," you finally let the words fall from your mouth and she nods.

"I know what you're going to say." She takes your other hand in here now, you're slightly confused.

"Abs what do you mean you know what I'm going to say?"

"You're leaving me aren't you?" A tear falls from her eye and immediately that lump in your throat feels as though it's about to pierce through your neck. You try to resist the urge to cry but you can't.

"I don't...know Abby. I love you so much but-" She cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"She was your first love, she's Lila's mother, I understand." You let out a painful sob, who was she to be so understanding and kind. You were breaking her heart and yet she refused to break yours.

"You're so good to me, you've been nothing but good to me Abby and I feel horrible. I'm not leaving you I just, I need time." She grabs onto your waist and palaces her head on your stomach. You feel your abdomen become wet with her tears.

"I'll wait for you Y/N, I don't care how long but I'll wait."

"You can't Abby, I need time but I need you to know that I'm not keeping you here. I want you to know that you deserve uncomplicated love."

"I'm not going anywhere Y/N, I'll wait."

-

"Ellie we're home." You called out, Lila's bag in your hand as the child followed behind you. Bouncing on her feet, lollipop in hand courtesy of her teacher.

"I'm in here!" You hear her call out from the living area and you descend into there after placing Lila's bag on the hook.

"Hi momma, look what I got" Lila runs up to the sofa where Ellie lays and waves the treat in her face.

"Hey baby, where's mommas?" She takes Lila into her arms slowly and places a kiss on her cheek.

"I got this for good participation, momma you can't have one unless you come back to 1st grade." Lila huffs, sticking the lollipop back into her mouth.

"Alright Lila, enough chit chat. Upstairs and in the shower please." She nods, dropping her lollipop stick  into the bin by the front door and runs upstairs.

Finally you're left alone with Ellie, who immediately notices somethings off with you. She motions for you to come towards her and you do. Taking a seat besides her she sits up, opening her arms for you. You relax into her warmth, head resting on her shoulder.

"Everything okay?" She asks, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah, just tired." You lie, not wanting to go into details about the conversation you'd had with Abby.

"We can watch a movie, order in if you're not feeling up to cooking." You nod your head at her proposal, more than willing to do just that. It was the perfect way to rid you of memories from todays events.

-

The end credits of the movie began to play and Lila was surprisingly still awake, though by the loud yawn she'd just let out you knew she was sleepy.

"Alright bug, bed time." Ellie announces, leaning over for the remote and shutting off the television.

You smile as she takes Lila by the hand guiding her to bed. You take it upon yourself to clean up the boxes of takeout you'd gotten and pick up the cushions that were scattered accros the carpet. Once you were done with the clean up you headed up the stairs.

You found Lila's door slightly ajar, and could hear Ellie reading to her. You slowly made your way to the door, admiring the sight of your family.

"And they lived happily ever after, the end." Ellie cartoonishly says, closing the book shut and placing it on the shelf beside Lila's bed.

"Momma?" Lila calls out to Ellie who looked down to the child upon hearing her call for her.

"Yes baby?" She asks, sitting on the bed, besides her.

"Can you sleep here every-night and read to me?"

"We'll see baby, we'll see."

-

Ellie didn't catch you at the door and you preferred it that way. You still didn't know what to do, and you felt like you owed it to them to make a decision.

"She's all tucked in, should be asleep in a few minutes." She stalks over to the bed and lays beside you. You nod, giving her a smile and then placing your head against the pillow.

"Leave her." She lays against her pillow, leaving the both of you face to face.

"Excuse me?" Your eyes widen, brows furrowed.

"Abby, leave her." Her face remains stoic, as she awaits for your answer to her demands.

"Ellie you can't just tell me what to do."

"Life is so short y/n, I almost died last week and all I could think about was the fact that I was going to leave without having gotten you and Lila back." Her face finally drops, the thought of that night making her go red with both anger and sadness.

"Ellie I understand that, and I was so afraid as well, I thought I'd lost you, but I can't just trust that you've changed." You watch as she reacts to your words, her head immediately lifting from the pillow.

"I have changed though, I'll never do what I did to you ever again. Just give me one more chance Y/N, give our family a chance. It's all I want, me you and Lila together. This time is forever, what do you say?"

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[the-flower-ranchers]

The Flower Rancher's Askblog family 😋🤟

*This post will be linked in the pinned post, and will be updated :D*

🌸: Its 🌸!!!!!I have white hair with purple ombre, forest green eyes and I'm a selkie! My outfit is red leather jacket with blue and yellow patches ontop of a black tank top. I have see through leggings with star patterns on them with Jean shorts on top! Idrk my personality but I guess you can tell I'm near by with trails of rose petals and the distinct fragrance of rosewater and rosemary.

💥:BOO!! ITS💥but uhh my character has short white hair and is a allay turned vex. she has tiny itty bitty webbed wings that aren't really attached to her but she can make them appear at will with vex magic and a long scarred up tail. she has sharp teeth and a silver fang to replace one of her canines and wears a long tattered and stained grey skirt that goes from her left ankle to her right mid-thigh. she has a loose shirt in the the same worn out condition that slips off her one of her shoulders :3 also since she's allay turned vex she has a verryyyy strong fascination with crystals/gemstones/shiny things (she messes with tangos flame all the time)

💜: I’m 💜! My favorite color is purple obviously, therefore my life is mostly purple jsjsjjs, I’ve got medium length purple hair and bangs! I’ve also got pointy ears with a single piercing on my left one, I wear all kinds of clothes but I prefer comfy ones for day to day life, I’m a shapeshifter so I love having wings, they’re a mix of teal and purple feathers. As for my personality,, I would say I’m a curious but polite person, if not a bit shy, I’ve mentioned before I love Apple pies and I would love to get a tattoo of a cat!

🦋: Just here to pop by from time to time (no character)

🐝:

🌱: 🌱 as goat features such as brown legs, tail and hears ! They use any prounons but they/them is their default :3 they have split dye, having blond for the top of their head ending in a ponytail blue for the lenght under the ponytail and 2 braids on each sides (lots of hair damn) they have ligth tanned skin and most of the Time wearing a sweater and short overhalls. Their eye are blue too !

🦝: My character has dark brown hair styled in a pixie cut, brown eyes, freckles, and a blank expression. their outfit consist of a black under shirt, a random shirt, a jacket or green hoodie, a red side bag with a white cat design,either offside headphones with a wing design or a brown and off white hat, black shoes or green boots, and old jeans with big pockets. They're a shapeshifter who either takes the form of a raccoon hybrid or an avian. They're quite shy at first meeting but the closer they are to someone the more open and energetic they are. They like being in the trees and are open found there.

🐸: Hey! I’m 🐸. I have short curly brown hair, with green streaks. I have four small wings on my head that most of the time I cover my face with. I’m (unfortunately) fairly short, and use my long tail to boost my height. Oh, and I also have bird legs!

🦊: i have shoulder length light cream hair with darker ends with a black bramble crown of sorts, I have a deep red eye colour and a black bead necklace. I wear a cream long sleeve shirt with a red jacket threat falls off one shoulder and black purple tinted cargo pants. and last of all I have large cream and red wings

🐦🔥: Dawn uses she/it pronouns and is a totally normal human... Yes normal... Dawn has green eyes and short brown hair that she sometimes dyes other colors. It wears a black hoodie that fade to dark blue and has a few embroidered stars on it. Her pants are a dark gray and slightly torn. It also wear black fingerless gloves. Dawn usually has her hoodie's hood up. It also squints a lot and has a few scars (an big one of her face from a creeper and a few random arrow ones from skeletons.) .

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🌷:i'm small size of like a pixie or small farie because that what i am, I have a few earrings that dangle off my pointy ears, I dress in clothes that are reminiscent of plants, but my main outfit is a light green off-the-shoulder knee-length floral flowy dress and a pair of brown wedge sandals, my hair is pretty long very light brown that has a small purple flower crown that sits on top it, and I have pale skin and purple shear wing

Moth:

🐠:I’m 🐠 I have light blue hair and purple eyes and I look like a normal person on land at least In water I’m a blue and purple fish

🦇: Hi there! I'm 🦇. I have long, brown scruffy hair with the ends blue and hazel eyes . I have large green and blue moth wings and antennae. I wouldn't say I'm shy, but I keep to myself a lot. Also I'm very sarcastic.

🦉:I'm a swallow-tailed kite avian: i have the back wings and tail. I also have shoulder length, straight black hair and bright blue eyes

⭐️: Hello!! Im ⭐:] I have short almost black hair, fading into green. Im always wearing a flannel, underneath a pair of torn up overalls, and some scuffed light blue converse. I have white wings, likely Dove wings, but who knows. Sometimes I'll just kinda appear from behind things, dont question how i got there. My accent is a bit southern, but only if you listen.

🌈: 🌈 Has curly rainbow colored long hair, brown skin with rainbow swirls all over their body, a red hoodie, yellow shirt, green skirt, blue leggings, and rainbow sneakers. They're also covered in accessories. Hair clips, bracelets, leg warmers, and necklaces.

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(Lastly, please do not use any of the following emojis as your sign off, because I like using them for tone expression 😅✨️💅🤟)

[iheartfinalgirls]

My Choir Designs

Ocean 

-Design mostly based on Tiffany Tatreau’s Ocean

-Straight orange hair that will go insane in the humidity (She always wears her hair down, like nobody has seen her with her hair up. Constance saw her in a ponytail ONCE.)

-Wears glasses (She literally just looks like the nerd emoji.)

-Has buck teeth (She was supposed to get braces but her parents spent lots of the dental money on a new bong.)

-Freckles everywhere

-Iconic headband

-Acne that she’s desperately trying to treat

-Wears her uniform very neat with a red bowtie.

-5’2

Noel

-Design mostly based on Kholby Wardell’s Noel

-Black hair (He cannot get it wet because he will literally just look like a wet cat)

-Black nail polish that always ends up chipping by the end of the day (He picks his nails).

-He has acne but tries to cover it with foundation.

-Foundation is the only makeup he will wear and he spends all morning trying to make it look less noticeable because he doesn’t want to get bullied.

-He has hairy legs because he’s too scared to shave (He does everything he can to hide them)

-Wears his uniform neat with a black tie.

-5’11

Mischa

-Design mostly based on Chaz Duffy’s Mischa.

-REALLY REALLY REALLY dark blonde hair.

-Iconic backwards hat (He cannot enter a public space without it).

-Promise ring from Talia.

-He has stubble because he hardly ever shaves.

-He has lots of body hair in general. (He hit a growth spurt at an early age)

-Eye bags because he just doesn’t give a shit about sleeping.

-He is a bit muscular but also a bit chubby.

-Wears his uniform in an unorganized way, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his top couple buttons are unbuttoned.

-6’0

Ricky

-Design mostly based on Scott Redmond and Yannick Robin Eike Mirko’s Ricky.

-Curly dark brown hair.

-They have noise-cancelling headphones that look like cat ears.

-Wears glasses

-Mostly uses a wheelchair because it makes communicating easier, whether it’s through ASL or through the AAC device.

-Speaking of their AAC device, it has stickers all over it, they’re mostly sci-fi themed, space themed, comic book themed, or cat themed.

-Wears their uniform pretty much the same way Noel does but they’ll occasionally wear the girls jumper under the sweater vest (They also always have cat hair on them, so they need to carry a lint roller in their school bag).

-5’8

Jane Doe

-Design mostly based on Emily Rohm’s Jane Doe.

-Light blonde ringlets + a black headband with a little bow.(Just imagine the 2016 wig)

-The doll has a white lacy dress with a black ribbon around the waist and black buttons.

-Her face is completely white minus her pink cheeks. Her lips are red and small. Her eyes are big and completely black (Light doesn’t even reflect off of them).

-The separation between her head and neck is cracks.

-There are cracks that start from the corner of her mouth and end under her chin. These cracks allow her to move her mouth to speak (They look similar to a marionette’s mouth).

-Her body is curvy and looks like a corpse.

-Her white shirt is replaced with a white blouse with puffy sleeves that get tighter around her wrists + platform Mary jane’s

-6’0 (6’4 with platforms)

Constance

-Design mostly based on Lillian Castillo’s Constance.

-Coiled black hair that fades into purple at the end (She always plays around with her hairstyle, sometimes its in space buns, half-up half-down space buns, one big bun, or just down sometimes.)

-Wears pastel jewelry.

-Her glasses are rounder than Ocean’s and Ricky’s.

-Nails always painted in pastel colors.

-She just likes decorating herself in lots of pastel colors in general (when she gets pimples, she wears those smiley face pimple patches).

-She is plus-sized (if you draw Lillian’s Constance, draw her plus-sized for the love of god)

-Her shirt is buttoned up but she always forgets her tie.

-5’4

Penny

-Design. Mostly based on Emily Rohm’s Penny.

-Really long brown hair (She hasn’t cut it since she was 14) usually done in twin braids + bangs obscuring her eyes.

-She wears goth jewelry that she always fidgets with (goth Penny is real TO ME).

-She secretly carries her doll in her backpack (Only the choir knows).

-She got pushed down the stairs a lot (before people started ignoring her) so she still has some injuries and bandages on her.

-Her body is curvy.

-She has hairy legs because she HATES how itchy her legs get after shaving.

-Again, her white shirt is replaced with a white blouse with puffy sleeves that get tighter around her wrists (the reason her shirt is different is because of her sensory issues) + platform Mary jane’s.

-6’0 (6’4 with platforms)

[mer-acle]

hiii you said you wanted to draw alisha yesterday (OH MY GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAA) and I thought I should describe her a little to make it easier i guess. (Also I was gonna do this yesterday but I got sick :( ) (also you absolutely dont have to draw her if you changed your mind)

Okay let me start with 16 year old alisha. She has blond shoulder length hair that is wavy. Usually puts it in a ponytail. Gray eyes. (She is so good at doing the puppy eyes btw) Very full of life smile. She wears the camp tshirt but it has embroidery of little animals mushrooms swords etc over it (more towards the bottom) There is definitely an owl there hehe. They are not perfect but she loves doing them and they still look pretty good. She has brown shorts, probably to her knees and also filled with embroidery. (Most of her clothes are filled with embroidery like this. kinda like doodles) Very cute small earings. An owl necklace. Ohh and she has this belt thing to carry her sword (a xiphos so around 50-60 centimeters I think) and extra pockets. (There is also 16 year old alisha after her quest. Aside from a really nasty wound on her left shoulder -claw marks going in deep- , some necessary bandages for said wound and a smile that doesnt reach her eyes anymore there isnt much difference. Her clothes are bit torn so she probably changed them ig) ooh lastly 3 beads at her camp necklace (every kid has one & the amount of beads accounts to the summers they've spent in camp)

Jumping to 20 year old alisha -> dark brown hair with the roots undone for a while (she's been neglecting it). Hair very messy and short, a bit past her chin, more wavy since its shorter. The fronts of it are tied into a little bun so it doesnt obscure her vision. Very tired, has eyebags for ages. Doesnt wear the camp tshirt but instead a dark brown shirt that covers up most of her chest and shoulders with long flowy sleeves. Earthy colours, lots of green and browns. Kinda witchy clothing. Loves capes. They are her favourite. Also all of her clothes now have a thousand handmade hidden pockets in them. A light brown flowy skirt past her knees with flower embroidery at the hem. A belt for her sword ofc. (She keeps a lot of knives hidden in her clothes too) No owl necklace :< Seven beads at her camp necklace. Also she has this golden cuffs at her wrists, its colour almost looking toxic and painful to the eye, that kinda travels under her skin like bones made of sharp glass or like how tree roots go under the earth ig. (Yes it is the lightning. Yes it is excrutiatingly painful. Yes it has been on her for over a year. Yes it is slowly making its way up her skin.) Its probably 10 centimeters up her wrists rn. Though we mostly cant see it bc she covers it up with her sleeves. Just glimpses of it really.

Anyway this was it I cant wait to see what you do if you do end up drawing her. Its such an honour like aaaaaaaaaaaa

*munching on the sweet delicious lore* nom nom

Also I hope you're feeling better

I literally love all of this I am very excited to draw her I have a pose idea already fbejdbdj (I was hoping she had a sword so it would work lol)

Some notes for now:

The embroidery??? How cute is that????

"loves capes" my girl has good taste

"no owl necklace" soul shattered

The lightning dhdbufbk. OBVIOUSLY it's traveling Jesus fucking Christ Eve 😭 (I love it)

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 59 - indoors fashion in 1924

Edith’s indoor outfits this season have her, unfortunately, grow out of the lively indigo-orange combination she had so much of last season. Fortunately though, she does not grow out of wild prints and patterns.

I cannot quite see if the plain dress Edith is wearing here is dark blue or black. If it’s the latter, it may be one of her unofficial mourning outfits when she learns of Michael Gregson’s death. The robe or house coat helps loosen up the image; it seems to be a lot of golden-brown print with yet more brown on the lining. It’s kept simple, but it’s not a bad ensemble.

This shirt is what Edith wears the morning after the fire, which brings me to a question: Does each of the girls have an own dressing room? Because if not, we have to assume that Edith has lost at least some of her clothes since it was her room that burned. Then again, this is her style and does fit her – I think it would be pretty obvious if she’d had to borrow from Cora or Mary. It’s got a little geometrical print in blue and orange, and a few pin tucks on the shoulders for shaping.

Is Edith wearing jersey? This looks like it could be jersey. It’s Edith’s signature golden orange with a silver art deco pattern, and although the soft fabric gives this a cozy and homely quality, it also has a certain drape that makes this dress look rather flattering. Also, I don’t know if there’s a specific term for thread-covered little spheric buttons, but I think they look adorable.

Indigo is back, baby, and it shapes up for one of my favorites that’s allowed to stay into season 6. Look, if these patterned bands (print, I think) were predominantly red instead of golden, I’d tell you on the spot that they’re inspired by Slavic embroidery. But I read elsewhere that they are supposed to look Moroccan, so what do I know. Not that I’m opposed to the coloring because this gold shade looks very nice on the dark blue ensemble. Not sure which part I like most; might be the collar of the cardigan, might be the front of her dress.

At this point, I feel I’ve said everything that can be said about cream 1920s day shirts for women. What do you want to hear? Sleeves gathered into cuffs, a triple-rectangle in thin lines over the front, drop waist; same old, same old. At least this one has a collar. Mary’s shirts tend to end at the neckline these days.

We should all take a moment to celebrate the glory of chocolate brown velvet. Especially since I cannot imagine how much detail work all these voided patterns have taken. This is one of the dresses that don’t get a lot of screen time or call up much attention, but are undeniable favorites of mine. I’m not even going to complain about the drop waist sash; it’s falling so loosely anyway that it’s not doing much to bring in the sack top effect. The asymmetrical collar is a fun little addition, but it’s almost superfluous.

A very lovely shirt that I hope Edith will wear again, this one gets all its effect from the pretty crocheting. Rose also wears several crochet shirts; who’s making these for the Crawleys? The basic shape is familiar; wide round neckline, half-long sleeves – but someone put a lot of time in that yoke, and I want to thank them.

The other indigo ensemble, and another favorite of mine, plus a keeper for season 6. As a nod to her pairing the color with orange last season, this one is embroidered (yeah, I am pretty sure this is embroidery, not print) largely in shades of orange. Again, this reads somewhat Middle-Eastern. Anyway, I like it. I don’t know if these tiny pockets under her drop waistband are functional, but they are adorable, and the chiffon sleeves serve to make the overall impression less severe. Also, the skirt may be striped, although I’m not sure because in the light of my season 6 shot it looks different.

Going with a little more business chic for the newspaper office that will gain more prominence with in next season, Edith pairs dark blue with a white blouse now and with a light green print with tie collar later. Admittedly, the shape of this vest top reads rather foreign to me – the deep V parting is par for the course, but I’m more used to the strips of fabric to both sides still covering the chest instead of widely framing it. Then again, it does leave the scallop front and the colorfully enameled pin closure some space.

Simple shirt in a lovely seafoam shade – and Edith really likes her keyhole necklines now, doesn’t she? The collar shows a pretty sweet lining; I could do with more of that. But as the outside keeps the decoration with a few pin tucks on each side, it lends itself to beautiful spots of colors such as this bead necklace. It’s so whimsical; I love it.

Hurray for Edith in dusty Crawley purple? Granted, at least this time it’s a shade that suits her, and the more pinkish parts are reduced to the cuffs and collar. The main fabric has a nice print, the neckline some buttons, and then that’s it.

Eh, this dress looks kind of dowdy. Not a big fan of these necklines that are tied shut high with a bow. The crescent-and-star embroidery is cute though, and the skirt seems to have a little pleating, which I approve of.

Uhm. Edith, darling, I know you love getting experimental with new fashions, but this ain’t it. That scarf tie looped through a hole in the front… I don’t know why she couldn’t wear it in a nice knot instead. The dress itself is cute, a lively print, some yellow piping trim – but then they just cut a hole in the front, and it looks weird. So I’m not super thrilled when she brings it back in season 6, but by then she’s gotten a cute new hat to distract me. Pretty pretty trim!

I wasn’t quite sure about this one; the absence of sleeves, the flower in her hair and the jewelry said evening wear, and Edith did wear it to a social event – but during the day. I’ll take it in here because she never adds gloves to this dress. It’s fairly simple, but a bright coral color and, if I don’t misinterpret the white leaves applications on the hip, has a rose motif which would explain the flower Edith added to her hair. The ruffles on the skirt also play a bit at a petal theme. So subtle for one of the first conversations that indicate a new romantic interest in her life, and, as the dress comes back in the finale of season 6, for the return of Bertie and them getting engaged. Curiously, the lighting in the season 6 appearance makes the dress look significantly more orange than pink.

[musiclover2732]

i recently realized that if i wanted to i could so make a Newt-inspired Rainbow High custom. like idk what the overlap is between Pacific Rim fans and doll collectors but i figured i should my findings. also yes you can probably make customs for a lot of the characters but i have Newt-brain and this train of thought started cuz i was thinking of the shirt i’m gonna mention later. don’t take this too seriously lol. just gonna put all the details under the cut cuz this is kinda long.

with most of my ideas for character customs i start with the eyes since Rainbow High dolls have inset eyes but their eye chips are each only compatible with like head sculpts. i was looking to see which eyes best match Charlie Day’s and most of the green eyes are too bright/vibrant but i think Olivia Woods is a good match.

from there i had to see which dolls had a compatible eye sculpt and were also in a similar skin tone. i think Daphne Minton is the best skin tone match while also having some freckles as a bonus. another match is Pinkly Paige and even though she doesn’t have freckles (those can be added with a repaint). she is on a unique slightly curvier body tho which means she probably won’t fit the clothes i’m going to list here except the shoes so you may have to make them yourself or buy custom clothes from an artist. both dolls probably would require a bit of a repaint cuz their eye makeup is intense. also if you really know what you’re doing you could try painting his tattoos but know that doll arms are small and that is incredibly difficult and also the shorts i list here are long-sleeved and would cover the arms. of course whichever doll you use would need a reroot. the color Chocolate in nylon from Shimmer Locks is a good match but i was only looking at that company so other people can probably find good matches with their brand of choice.

Rainbow High doesn’t have a whole lot of doll glasses that aren’t sunglasses but Lavender Lynn has regular black glasses (although they have large jewels on the frames) and Delilah Fields also has regular glasses that are much more neutral but would need to be painted black. both of the original Lavender glasses and Delilah’s painted glasses run the risk of staining your doll. you could always go the route of making the glasses yourself tho.

the shirt that inspired this all was Karla Choupette’s top. it’s a white long-sleeved blouse with a black tie but it has big shoulders and cuffed sleeves that make it hard to add layers like a jacket. Sheryl Meyer’s second outfit also has a white long-sleeved button-up but it’s quite long and too sheer to wear on its own. both are good options depending on what look you’re going for.

for the pants i was thinking Ainsley Slater’s second outfit’s pleather pants although they have some laced details at either hip that could add bulk if a shirt or jacket overlaps it or be too busy looking. Lyric Lucas’ first outfit has black pleather pants but they are sewn and detailed with a rainbow thread that may be too flashy and noticeable. of course since this is an inspired look if you don’t mind that they’re a much simpler fit.

for the shoes we once again turn to Ainsley since she comes with four outfits all with very useful individual pieces. her first pair of shows are ideal and the clear spikes on the front can be removed if they’re too much. the new Watercolor And Create Purple-Eyed Doll’s first pair of shoes also has a good mold but they would need to be painted black. this also runs the risk of staining your doll.

now if you wanted to add a jacket there are quite a few options all with varying degrees of “accuracy”. Fantastic Fashions Ruby Anderson has a black pleather jacket however it is covered in silver studs (can be removed at your own risk) and has red flames on the sleeves (cannot be removed but look cool). our good pal Ainsley has a black pleather jacket in her third outfit but it has white text all over it. Kim Nguyen has a jacket that is half pleather on the sides and sleeves but dark denim around the collar and zipper. if all hope is lost, as a last resort, you could use Krystal Bailey’s pleather jacket from her second outfit but it is dark purple and sparkly and covered in sparkly silver stars.

and there you have it. you now have the knowledge to make your own Newt-inspired Rainbow High custom.

gonna be real i made this because i was just thinking of getting Karla’s top and making some glasses so my Emi could cosplay as Newt for fun but now i wanna actually make this custom cuz wouldn’t that be so cute. and yes i am still working on those ygo customs but various life things as well as some logistical issues have delayed me beyond reason. i just need a stress-free day where it isn’t a million degrees out to do any of this lol.

[dvsconocvdo]

❝ mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

Amrita's style fits her rather colorful and flowery aesthetic. For her dresses and skirts are the most comfortable, so her closet consists almost entirely of those items. She does have two jeans in her closet, but she seldom wears them. Her wardrobe color palette consists of a range of pinks, purples, oranges, blues, and greens. She also owns a variety of neutral toned items. Given the fact that Amrita's arms, shoulders, legs, chest, and back are covered in pretty grotesque scars, she often wears long sleeved shirts to cover them. Whenever she wears a dress or styles a scarf as a shirt, she often has a long sleeve shirt underneath to cover the scars. Even if its summer and there's a heat warning, Amrita will cover her scars. The same can be said when she wears saris or lehengas, she wears thin long sleeve shirts to cover her body. Some times she takes risks such as during the Masquerade Ball where she only covered her scars with make up and hoped the illusions wore off by the time she was home (spoiler alert: they wore off much, much earlier). Other times, she merely wears a crocheted sweater or cardigan over a dress without a shirt underneath.

In terms of accessories, Amrita likes dainty jewelry. Often times she wears gold necklaces, bracelets, bangles, earrings, and rings with resin or pearls as an accent. She supports a few jewelry stores in Etsy that make rather eccentric jewelry based on food items like tea, or based on animals such as squirrels or bird houses. Her wardrobe ends up showcasing her interests and powers quite blatantly. Given that Amrita crochets, she often makes her own purses and carries them around. When Amrita lived in California, she started buying scarfs from thrift stores to use as tops since she could style them in different ways and make her outfits not look as repetitive given her lackluster financial situation. While her closet has grown a bit in size over the years, she still does this. Her wardrobe isn't that big, so she is often seen sporting the same articles of clothing over and over. She learned how to mend some of them, but always has a bit of savings put away for when shirts or scarfs rip beyond repair. Amrita takes exceptional scare of her saris, however, and most of them she's had since she was a teenager.

A lot of Amrita's wardrobe is thrifted. She is often overdressed as she has thrifted prom dresses and shoes and wears them regularly on her day-to-day. Because of this, Amrita is incredibly accustomed to walking in heels even in rough terrain. She doesn't mind dressing down and wearing one of her three pairs of sneakers, however.

Photos and more detailed depiction of her wardrobe can be found in her Pinterest board.

[clemblog]

New Dress - Anne x OC!Farmer | Fanfiction

Creia, a demon who formerly lived in the big city, was now the farmer of Sun Haven. It’d been a big and busy part of their new life, and they were finally starting to make some decent money! Which was all thanks to the last few days they’d spent tending to flowers of different varieties whilst they built up some wooden beehives.

It was rather pretty to look up at the higher part of their farm, now that it was covered in flowers. The humming and buzzing of all the bees was also rather melodious to hear. Especially on the early summer mornings, when the sun was cooler and they could tend to their crops.

It was all a lot of work~

So, with the impending payout they’d be getting each day with the added honey money, they decided to head to the new clothing shop that had just opened up! They’d helped fund it, so they got a small discount at the location~ Creia was also getting rather uncomfortable and tired of wearing their now mud stained, long sleeved pink shirt they’d been wearing when they arrived to Sun Haven.

It was a nice early morning stroll to the shop in time for its opening. They gave Emmett a kind wave, before walking over to the mannequins to see what was on display that day.

Then they saw it.

A silk fluffy dress in pink, their favourite colour. It was sleeve less and light weight, perfect for the hot weather. It went down to their knees, and mixed soft dulcet pinks with their favourite pastel pink. The blue gem on the front was also a treat, adding a unique beauty to the dress.

“Emmett?”

“Oh- Yes Creia?”

“How much is the dress over here?”

“8000 gold.”

“…I’ll take it-“

Anne would like to say their days had changed slightly ever since she’d befriended Creia, the new farmer. The two had become fast friends which lead to Creia bringing her treats from their farm produce, which Anne was all to welcome for~

It’d been her usual morning of walking down to the general store, Creia waiting for her at the end of the bridge like she always did. The pair were both busy individuals but always tried to catch one another at the start of the day if they could.

Anne could just about see Creia now! Were they wearing something different..?

Anne wasn’t going to lie. Once her brain processed what Creia was wearing, she felt her face flush red. They looked absolutely ravishing, for a farmer- Her a soft smile fell on her face as the pair where finally in talking distance.

“Wow Creia~ You’re looking snazzy this morning.” Cooed Anne.

Creia laughed softly at this, their face a similar colour to their dress.

“Thanks Anne, my profits are getting bigger each day, so I decided it was time to treat myself.” They explained.

“Well, I’d say this is a delectable treat indeed~”

“Oh hush, Annie, don’t be a tease-“

“Only for you Rei-Rei~”

The two resolved into silly chuckles before both having to run off for the day.

They both dreamt in the backs of their mind of a day where they could wake up and fall asleep together each day.

But for now Creia would simply just shower Anne in treats of their labour. As would Anne, with the occasional flirtatious word or touch as the pair passed each other by in town.

[verralol]

Sunny was walking alone. The sky was clouded, and the air was thick and foggy. Light rain drizzled down on his hat and on the sidewalk. He shivered. Sunny should've listened to Mari when she said to wear a jacket and pants, not a gray short sleeved shirt and khaki shorts.

He kept walking. Sunny watched as the rain pattered on the grass beside him and on the leaves of the trees that made up the dense forest. He saw something from the corner of his eye and stopped. A sign that read, "Keep off the grass!" and beside that, two pairs of muddy footprints. Sunny decided to follow the footprints out of curiosity.

Sunny toed through the mud, careful not to make any noticeable footprints. So far, the only thing he could hear was the chirping of wild Forfinch, small black and white finches with four wings. As he went deeper into the forest, he could hear some chatter and hid behind a bush.

"See? I told you it was worth it! Just look at this spot!" A female voice shouted.

Sunny peeked up from the bush to see an enchanting forest clearing. There were many Buzzileaves, small bee Pokemon with leaf-like wings and light yellow fluffy collars. Kermole, giant rose seeds with faces and feet and Peresprout, a brown egg-shaped creature with triangular legs and a rose sprouting from its head, were waddling around. Soft light was shining through the canopy, illuminating a large stone in the middle coated in moss, grass and flowers that was shiny due to the rain.

In front of him, Sunny saw the two people who appeared to be his old friends, Aubrey and Basil. Their appearances had changed a lot since he last saw them.

Aubrey now had pink hair and a light blue do-rag with a Pokeball patch that had once belonged to Mari. She wore black triangular sunglasses and a black tank top with a blue blazer that had white vertical stripes. Aubrey had a long, dark denim skirt that extended down to her ankles. She had white, pink and blue walking shoes.

Basil wore a dark blue bowler hat with a pink flower in it. He still had blond hair. Basil wore an off-white long sleeve with pink flower inspired cuffs and a matching collar and fanny pack. He had pale green jeans with white embroidered flowers dotted all over and brown hiking boots.

"I guess, but we're going to get yelled at if we get caught. Or worse." Basil said timidly.

"Stop being such a crybaby already! You always do this when we do exciting stuff." Aubrey hissed, "It's not like anyone's out here anyways. They're all so wimpy that they wouldn't dare step on some measly grass."

Aubrey stepped further into the clearing, accidentally tripping over a long string of grass and a bush near the rock. She grunted.

The string of grass flicked back and forth, and the rock started to rise up. Aubrey yelped and jumped backwards as the rock grew four, huge legs. The boulder was actually a huge elephant!

The elephant Pokemon was mostly stone gray with dark green spiking patterns on its legs, tusks and ears. It had a thick moss ruff encircling its neck and rich, floral greenery on its back, stretching down to the tip of the tail. Its long trunk also had some moss on it, and some grass and yellow flowers surrounding the nostrils. The elephant's eyes were a piercing yellow and had grass over the top of them resembling eyebrows. On the top of its head, it had more grass that connected to the back greenery.

The elephant turned its head to Aubrey and Basil and narrowed its eyes. It faced them head on and prepared to charge up an attack.

Aubrey turned around and started to run, but Sunny jumped out of the bushes. He grabbed both Basil and Aubrey's arms and dragged them to the floor behind the bushes just before the elephant charged forward.

"EEK!--" Basil screamed but Sunny covered his mouth.

The elephant screeched to a stop when it realized it didn't hit anything. It looked and listened for any sound, but there was only the rain pattering against the leaves. The elephant turned around and walked back to the clearing, where it settled down and went back to sleep.

Sunny uncovered Basil's mouth and he let out a sigh of relief. Basil turned to Sunny and his eyes widened.

"Sunny? Is that you?" Basil whispered.

Sunny nodded, "Hi. It's been a while, but I think we should talk later. That thing could wake up any minute now."

Sunny stood up and walked out of the forest with Aubrey and Basil following.

They made it out, but were greeted by an irritated man with half circle glasses who was standing on the sidewalk. He was bald and had a thin brown beard and mustache that were connected. The man wore purple suspenders, a white, long-sleeved button up, a black tie with fossils on it, and gray formal pants. He had swamp green rain boots on and was holding a clear umbrella.

"What do you think you all were doing in there? You could have gotten seriously hurt!" He said.

Aubrey was scrunched up and silent. Basil noticed this and said, "Uh, sorry, I got a bit lost."

"A bit lost? You do know what lies in those woods right?" The man questioned.

Basil shook his head.

"Legend says that a monster named Graphelant roams the forest disguised as mere grass and kills any person who even walks near it," The man said. "You all were lucky enough to make it out alive."

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. It wont happen again." Basil looked to the side.

"Good. Now go home, the rain is getting worse." The man walked off.

Basil sighed. "I'm, uh, gonna listen to him. Polly is probably going to get worried. Bye, Aubrey. Can we catch up later, Sunny?"

Sunny nodded.

"Thanks." Basil left.

"So, Sunny," Aubrey turned to Sunny. "Why were you hiding in the bushes? Were you following us?"

"Sort of." He replied.

"You weirdo," Aubrey snickered. "Don't follow me right now though, Okay? I have to meet with my boss about some work things and he doesn't take too kindly to spectators. See you around."

Aubrey then walked away.

After that long outing, Sunny was tired. He decided to call it a day and go back home.

[creacherkeeper]

canvas, formal, informal, and favorite for lizzie, hawk, and sarah?

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

lizzie: she has her lobes pierced but that's it for piercings. no tattoos. she has plenty of small scars, mostly nicks and scratches and some burns. a lot of them are on her arms. she also has a very gnarly gunshot scar on her abdomen that didn't heal well, and a long stab wound scar on the back of her shoulder

hawk: no piercings or tattoos. he has mainly small scars but almost all of them are from like. minor accidents like his pocket knife slipping or sarah catching him with a hot pan or their old dog biting him. he also has some small marks on his knuckles from getting into fights

sarah: ears pierced and septum piercing! she absolutely wants tattoos but hasn't been able to afford them. she is shockingly good at avoiding injuring herself and simply not good at not accidentally injuring others so they don't have very many scars, but i think they have a long scar going up their ankle from playing in the creek as a kid and tripping over a rock

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

lizzie: lizzie Hates dressing up and i think getting her into formal attire is a Fight but she has like. a nice pin striped button up, tweed vest, and nice slacks that like. if she Has To she will tolerate wearing but she's never worn like. a full suit. i don't think she's ever worn a dress in her life outside when she was like. a toddler probably

hawk: he hasn't worn formal attire since he was 21 <3 he never owned any himself so had to give back his work outfits to the interventions after events were done. he's not really a fan of dressing up but he doesn't mind it if he has to

sarah: sarah loves dressing up! it's a Game to them. but at this point in her life i think she'd rather dress up in menswear. as a teen she was mostly dressed to compliment but not outshine divine and i think that's still her mentality. they would enjoy dressing up With Divine but probably not on their own

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

lizzie: fully just. jeans or khaki slacks. wifebeater. if this woman does not Have to get dressed she is not putting effort in. she has to wear her armor so so much if she's at home she is Not putting on a shirt

hawk: i don't think his dress tends to vary that much? i think jeans or khakis and a plaid shirt are like. his go to kind of always (autism)

sarah: (hollis dont kill me for not knowing anything about 1880s fashion) so sarah for sure has some self-made jorts. sarah was the first one to make jorts actually. revolutionary. and she wears a flannel with the sleeves rolled up open over a tank top

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

lizzie: i mean ... her dad's work jacket <33 its older than she is but its been hers for a while. she used to wear it all the time, but doesn't anymore. most of the time she keeps it under her pillow

hawk: i dont think he has a favorite article of clothing but i think his parents got him a pocket watch for his 12th birthday that he still has. it was like. one of the only actual Gifts he ever got from them and even though he doesn't like his parents that is still special to him

sarah: her wedding ring <333 the only time she doesn't wear it is when she's working in the garden because she doesn't want it to get lost or damaged. as far as Clothing goes, she stole a flannel from hawk that is very old and soft and very big on her that she loves

[brideofbriar]

Yue Yanli // 越丽妍 (TWST PREFECT OC)

It is said that on a summer day, the stars rained down from the heavens to bless the Earth and its inhabitants. On the day, the moon shone brighter than it ever has. On that day, the flora and fauna of the world joined together to sing a song of peace. On that day, a small town on the edge of China was blessed. As the rivers ran and the wind flew through the mountains, the lady of the moon was reborn.

🌙 Home:: ??? (Guilin, China)

🌙 Species:: Human

🌙 VA:: Sarah Wiedenheft (eng va for Fu Xuan, Power and Tohru)

🌙 Height:: 192 cm

🌙 Birthday:: July 11th

🌙 Age:: 17 going on 18

🌙 Dominant hand:: Left

🌙 Hobbies:: Photography

🌙 Likes:: Plants, clothes and history

🌙 Dislikes:: Obnoxious people, tight spaces and dirt

🌙 Favorite food:: Anything her grandma makes

🌙 Least favorite food:: Raw radishes

🌙 Floyd's nickname:: Moonfish (Akamanbo-chan)

🌙 Rook's nickname:: Dame de la Lune (Lady of the Moon)

🌙 Personality:: Despite her oblivious personality, Yue is aloof and very mature for her age due to being the eldest of 8 children and having to help her grandmother take care of them. She loves her hometown dearly but wishes she could explore the outside world. She has yearnful attitude towards her mother's country, as she's been dreaming of it since her mother told her tales about it. Yue is secretly girly, enjoying fashion, especially that of the Shang Dynasty and the Victorian Era. She tries her best to stay clean but will get dirty if needed. She is very protective over her loved ones and can sometimes be seen as stern and serious. But behind the walls she built up around her self are two souls; one soft and playful, the other tired and mournful.

🌙 Appearance:: She has pale skin that is entirely clear save for a burn scar on the right side of her face. Her hair is dark-blue and curly and her eyes are the same turquoise as the river flowing through her hometown. Her body is full and healthy. She wears a modified Night Raven College uniform. The collar of her white shirt is ruffled, covering her neck. Her sleeves are long, loose and laced. She wears a dark grey corset-like vest in place of the regular dorm vests. Her pants are tight and the bottom part is loose and flowy. Her heels and dainty yet firm. She wears lots of loose gold night-themed accessories all over and has a ribbon around her neck with a moon pin.

Trivia

🌙 She is the child of a Chinese father and Egyptian mother

🌙 She relates a lot to Rollo

🌙 Her mother was killed by a wild animal, her father drowned at sea when she was just a child and only has memories of her mother's stories and her father's jewels

🌙 Her younger biological brother died in a fire that she indirectly caused, making her loathe herself for the rest of her life

🌙 Her grandmother is an elderly lady who takes in children who have been orphaned and they're not actually blood-related

🌙 When she first met Malleus she mistook him for death and thought to herself that dying wouldn't be so bad if death was that handsome

🌙 Despite her growing and caring for a plum tree in her grandma's backyard, she's allergic to plums

🌙 She had a white kitten named miau-miau

🌙 She is an empath

🌙 She has a soft spot for Deuce because he looks like her younger brother

🌙 She is a former delinquent but can still kick ass

🌙 Has nearly killed a guy because he bullied Grim

🌙 Can see dead people

🌙 Uses tarot cards in place of magic

I'm gonna draw her soon! Someday. Maybe never...

Layout inspired by @skibidibabygirl <3

[winderlylandchime]

I really felt like you deserve to read this tiny moment from his check up today. I remember you said you also had a doctors appointment and i would just like to ask, how does a normal one look like because I fear I forgot about it.

We were basically in the office with a nurse and a doctor waiting for the attending. And the nurse made a mistake of asking him how he was doing to try and make small talk and you guys. He literally looked at her, sad as fuck and went ‘How I’m doi- well let’s see, shall we? *crosses his legs and puts his hands on his knee* i started this year all happy and excited. Then i had a tiny accident, maybe you heard about it? (Narrators note: this all was said very calm and nice but with heavy sarcasm since that accident is the reason for all the surgeries) and there goes my motorcycle, which don’t even get me started about. So bad month. Then i come here across the whole country and you people don’t let me go home for almost a month and then this dickhead *points to me* shows me a tv show. And i figured: i had a few bad months but maybe a little distraction wont hurt, its not like im gonna care much about it, just to watch while on bed rest. Cool. And then the funniest thing happened. It hurt! It hurt a lot! And i cared, way too much according to my dad. So a bad day turned in a bad month which turned into a bad year. And now I’m sitting here still in pain from a surgery that happened months ago, a broken wrist with a cast on that I cant even write on, crying over two dudes while also wearing one of their fucking faces on my shirt. So what do you think how I’m doing?’ And she stared at him and went ‘im gonna go with: not good, am i right?’ The other doctor and I fucking lost it. And my brother just sighed really loudly and dramatically and went ‘you could fucking say that’

And let me try to paint this picture for you because i made the mistake of laughing at the beginning of this and i had to cover it up as a sneeze cause he looked at me like he wanted to kill me. He was sitting on those bed/tables that they have. Swinging his feet like a child and he was wearing his Brian shirt over a long sleeve shirt (hes been doing that since it got cold but still wants to show his Britin merch) and he was pouting. Like a child. Just the sight alone was funny but the complaint? Golden.

Then the attending arrived with another doctor and made the mistake to ask the same question and the nurse went ‘I wouldn’t do that if i were you..let’s just say he’s had better days’ and the other doctor goes ‘(the other nurse’s name) told me you finished the show. Are you just sad it ended or was it actually that bad?’ And my brother looked at him like he was just kicked and went ‘they broke my heart, put it back together, broke it again, put it back again, then broke it, stepped on it and flipped me off. And then had the audacity to ask me if I was proud. So yeah, that bad’ and then the attending just looked at him and went ‘i cant believe I’m doing this for a grown man but if you can answer next questions without talking about the show or that dude *points to the shirt* ill get you a chocolate bar’ and yes, it worked. He fully cooperated and got his chocolate bar. And when the doctor went to get him just a normal chocolate bar, he kinda nudged him with his cast and went ‘don’t be cheap, get me the good shit or i will talk about Brian next check up from start to finish’

By the time we left his check up, everyone knew he finished up the show and that he was absolutely miserable about it. Im honestly surprised that they even let him leave the hospital at this point.

THEY BRIBED HIM WITH CHOCOLATE!!!

Dying.

Dead.

Deadened.

They wanted him to shut up about QAF and Britin and they bribed him with chocolate.

The crossing his legs and putting his hand on his knee is killing me all over again. "How am I doing? Well, Susan, thanks for asking. Not well, not well at all." I am cracking up.

The thing is, I bet they all love him - the nurses and doctors - most of their appointments are business only and here comes your brother and yes he keeps breaking himself because of this show, but he takes their "how are you doing" literally and is very engaging about it too! I imagine he's animated during all of this.

[muertawrites]

Of Incense and Intimacy (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]

Summary: Your roommate's recreational habits tend to wreak havoc on your anxious sensitivities, so you burn a little incense with him to help you both relax. Maybe choosing a scent called "love spell" wasn't the best idea....

Warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, the devil's lettuce, explicit descriptions of secks (minors i fucking see you stay behind the beaded curtain), raw dogging (wear a fuckin' raincoat y'all don't be dumb), mentions of the dirty touch, perv!eddie my beloved, my daddy kink continuing to control every aspect of my life

Word Count: 3.5k (she long and thick this time babes)

Author's Note: i just like incense a lot. ever since i got a backflow burner it's become my entire personality. my room smells amazing.

You hate doing this, ruining his fun. Especially because you know it's how he relaxes; how he deals with his own problems. Still, the tightening of your chest, the shallowness of your breathing, the fear starting to creep its way out of the corners of your mind sends you across the hall, tapping on his door.

Eddie answers in a puff of cannabis smoke, and you instinctively cover your mouth and nose with your shirt. Even in his hazy, glazed-over frame of mind, he knows exactly why you're here, and he immediately apologizes.

"Oh, shit, pumpkin, I'm sorry."

He dashes back into his room, stubbing out the joint in his hand and opening his window a crack, despite the winter chill. You stand in the doorway and sigh.

"No, I'm sorry," you say. "I'm a shit roommate."

"You have clinical anxiety." He annunciates the words as he returns to you, leaning against the door frame and giving your hair a quick, gentle pet. "It's okay."

You grimace as you flinch away, choked by the skunky smell emanating from him.

"That shit reeks," you huff. "You don't have anything better?"

Eddie chuckles, shoving the sleeve of his sweatshirt under your nose to tease you. He laughs as you smack him away.

"The high quality stuff brings in too much money," he explains. "Unless you want me to stop pitching in for takeout."

You roll your eyes and hold a finger up, telling him to wait.

"I'm not living with that stench all night."

You disappear into your bedroom, returning with a couple ceramic dishes and a stack of different sized boxes. Eddie raises an eyebrow as you set them up on his dresser, handing him a few of the boxes and directing him to choose some of the contents. He opens the topmost one, labeled "fairy dust", and removes one of the clay-coated sticks inside.

"Incense?" he realizes. He holds the stick up to his face, the scent so sweet it burns his nostrils. "Is this why your room always smells so good?"

You nod, shuffling through a few of the smaller boxes.

"It covers up the smell of weed," you explain. "I started using it like a week after we moved in together."

Eddie smirks, looking through the other scents you've brought over. Some of them are simple and self-explanatory, like basil and lily, but others are more vague, like "mystique" and "decadence". He pauses when he comes across a box marked with the words "love spell", grinning at you in that impish, borderline perverse way you know too well.

"You trying to seduce me?" he jests, waggling his eyebrows.

"I'd have to do way less than this to seduce you," you laugh. You shriek when his pillow smacks you in the back of the head.

"I'm not desperate," he defends himself. "I've been dry for over a year, y'know."

"We share a wall," you remind him. "I can hear you masturbate. Twice a day. It's like you don't even try to keep quiet."

He scoffs, attempting to play off the fierce blush that burns across his cheeks. You giggle at him; he's way too cute.

"What's weirder is that I never hear you masturbate," he deflects. "I'm starting to worry."

"I masturbate," you state matter-of-factly. "I'm just considerate enough to shut the fuck up about it."

Eddie tries to ignore the way the image of you pleasuring yourself, just feet away from him, makes his cock twitch. He clears his throat as he hands you one of the boxes, choosing at random.

"Here."

You examine it, grinning up at him.

"You picked the one called 'wizard'?" you tease. "Not surprised."

He chuckles, settling himself on the end of his mattress as he watches you place an incense stick upright in your burner and set it alight with the Zippo he keeps next to his stash. The flame flares, searing a thick, smoky path down the tip of the stick before you blow it out, leaving nothing but glowing embers and heavy, fragrant smoke curling into the air. He fixates on the purse of your lips, barely staving off the lewd thoughts that float through his mind.

As the smell of sugar and sandalwood perfumes the confined space, you pop open one of the smaller boxes and remove an incense cone from it, setting it strategically at the top of the second dish. This one is shaped like a pond, beveled with stones, complete with sculpted lily pads and painted koi. When you light the tip of the cone, sweet sage drifts upward on the wisps of smoke, waves of it cascading down the ceramic stones and into the waiting pool below.

Eddie's eyes grow wide, watching the display as if you're performing magic. You smile, curling up on his mattress so you can comfortably enjoy the view.

"That's so fucking cool," he gasps. He lays back beside you, his body fitting nicely next to yours. There isn't much room on his full bed, so you're pressed together, your head falling onto his stomach to compensate for the lack of space.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it," you muse. "I was gonna get you one for your birthday."

You lay like that for a while, until the incense stick burns out, the silence and shared warmth far too easy between you. Eddie's arm migrates around your shoulders, hugging you close, your leg somehow finding its way between his as you fold yourself more and more into him. The scent of weed still lingers after the incense is gone, so you stand and light another, Eddie whining at the loss of your touch.

Rose petals and musk fill the air as you return to the bed, this time straddling your roommate's lap as he sits leaned against his pillows and the wall. He quirks a brow at you but doesn't protest, his hands falling without hesitation around your waist, keeping you there.

"... Maybe I am trying to seduce you. A little bit," you admit.

He smirks, eyes still glassy from his high.

"You're joking," he replies. There's no way that you - beautiful, intelligent, fiery you - want to have sex with him.

But you shake your head, arms draping over his shoulders as your chest presses to his.

"I think you're hotter than sin, Eddie Munson. And you're my best friend. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be in bed with."

Maybe it's the pot. Maybe it's how pretty you look with your hair up, greasy and messy, a day past needing a wash. Maybe it's the feel of your unconfined breasts pushed against him under your sweater. Maybe it's simply how he loves you, but can't find the words to admit it. Whatever the reason, Eddie closes the space between you with a tender, tentative kiss, his thumb grazing the naked skin just under your shirt. You smile softly against his lips, opening your mouth so they can slot together with yours, tongues finding each other with the gentlest little push.

"You taste good," he murmurs. You peck his lips as he pulls away to speak, gazing dreamily into his honey brown eyes.

"You taste like smoke," you tell him. He chuckles, returning your tiny smooch.

You take your time, savoring each other's kisses and touches in a heated round of sucking face. Eddie's movements are slow and deliberate, his tongue and his lips moving in sync with yours while his large, calloused palms rub loving circles into the skin under your sweater. When you pull away to breathe, he licks teasingly at your lips, grinning as you giggle softly. He presses lazy kisses along your jaw, your eyes falling blissfully closed as he works his way down your neck, nipping and sucking at your flesh. He's hard under his sweatpants, but he's in no rush - he loves having you close, loves having the time to worship your body the way you deserve. You knot your fingers in his hair and he lets out a breathy little moan, the sound so melodic you could listen to it on repeat for hours.

"What do you think about when you masturbate?" he wonders aloud. He thoughtfully licks his lips as he levels his face once again, brushing his nose against yours. His eyes are heavily lidded.

"It used to be Jeff Goldblum, before he gets all gross in The Fly," you divulge. "But since living with you, it's just you. The sounds you make... it's like having my own private porno."

You smirk as Eddie blushes, his hand squeezing gently at your love handle. You've masturbated... to him masturbating? All while he was none the wiser? That can't be right. He must be hearing things, mustering his own fantasies into being.

"You're so pretty..." he whispers, losing track of his thoughts.

You giggle, playfully licking at his lips the way he did yours.

"What do you think about?" you ask in return.

"You," he answers without a beat. "How you look when you walk around in just a big t-shirt. I like to imagine you riding me like that. Or when you're in the shower, I... I sometimes masturbate thinking of you in there."

Your tongue grazes over your bottom lip, teeth sinking into it as the muscle disappears into your mouth and you smile. He's shocked that you're not totally disgusted.

"I want you to bend me over," you confess.

He blinks. This can't be for real.

"What, no missionary first?" he asks.

You laugh, pressing an affectionate kiss against his lips. He returns it reflexively, grinning into you, adoring the sound of your laugh.

"Just fuck me," you whisper. "It's about time we got naked together."

Eddie obliges without further convincing. He lifts your sweater over your head, drinking in the sight of your bare tits without shame. You kiss him again as your hands run under his sweatshirt, groping at his bare skin as he guides the offending fabric up and away, tossing it somewhere to be forgotten. He takes your face in his hands and presses his chest against yours, sighing into your mouth at the feel of your bodies so close, without anything between them. He's warm, his chest broad and firm, his arms forming a protective brace around you. Something so salacious as preparing for sex with your roommate has no right feeling as loving as this does.

"Stand up," Eddie instructs.

You climb off the mattress, giggling as he takes you by the hips and positions you between his legs. He kisses the space between your breasts, his breath fanning delicately over your skin as he eases your sweatpants down your legs, fingers teasing your exposed thighs. Your first instinct is to be embarrassed - you haven't shaved in well over two weeks, and you're afraid he'll be put off by it. But he's unfazed, too enamored with you to really care. His eyes graze over your body with lovelorn grace, still very much under the influence of the drugs, but clear enough to remain totally tuned in to you.

"Undress me."

He stands so he's towering over you, snaring you in another kiss before you make your way downward, trailing your lips languidly over his torso until you're kneeling before him; you pause on your way to kitten lick his nipple, and the sharp intake of his breath at the tease thrills you.

You don't bother taking your time with his sweats, unraveling the drawstring with expert precision and letting them fall, immediately grasping at the base of his cock. It's a pretty thing, long and perfectly thick, the tip poking out handsomely from the hood of his uncut foreskin. You stroke at him gently, grinning up at him with your lip between your teeth.

"You're as perverted as I am, aren't you, sweet little thing?" Eddie chuckles. You don't miss the way he twitches in your palm.

"I learned from the best," you reply with a wink.

His grin doesn't disappear as you run your tongue up the underside of his head, tasting the salt of precum as you gently suckle at the tip. He breathes an airy moan, his hand falling to the nape of your neck.

"Just let me fuck you, baby," he pleads. "I'll use your mouth another time."

You raise yourself up, unable to stop yourself from taking him in for another kiss. He's addicting, the feel of his lips twined with yours almost, if not as good as the sex you've been aching to have with him.

Eddie's hands don't leave your waist as you crawl back on to his mattress, bending down on your elbows and knees and arching your back in a display of catlike sensuality. He's quick to fall behind you, smoothing his palm down the curve of your back before bringing it with a sharp smack down on your ass cheek. You yelp, already dripping through the petals of your pussy in anticipation of his cock.

He runs two fingers through your slick, feeling you out; in the floor length mirror beside his window, you watch him raise those fingers to his lips and suck them clean.

"So sweet," he drawls. "I can't wait to make you cum with my tongue."

"I've never been eaten out before," you mention, catching his eyes in the mirror. They've got a mischievous gleam, not leaving yours as he runs the head of his cock up and down the length of your opening.

"You'll never want anyone else between your thighs once I'm done with you," he promises.

He dips himself inside you, causing you to gasp at the sudden rush of pain that always comes with the first breach of your walls. Your face scrunches, fingers gripping at his sheets as he takes hold of your hips, gently and carefully easing you onto him.

"It hurt?" he questions. The concern in his voice is obvious, and it makes you want for him even more.

"Only for a moment," you assure him. He gives a little nod, pulling out slightly before slipping back in, his cock stroking against you and relaxing your muscles. You breathe out a sigh, the pain fading into delicious fullness.

"Fuck, Eddie," you gasp. "Why didn't you mention you have the dick of a porn star?"

He chuckles, giving you another playful spank as he bottoms out, his head just kissing your cervix.

"Same reason you never mentioned your pussy was so perfectly deep and tight, I guess."

He grips you by the waist and starts to fuck, moaning as he sets a steady pace so you can both savor the feeling of each other. You stretch your torso out on his mattress, curling your body so he's hitting you right at your deepest point, an angle that has him groaning and mewling the way you're all too familiar with.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good for me," he praises. "Taking my cock into that sweet little pussy..."

He brings his hand down once again, causing you to moan with the pleasurable sting of his palm against your skin. He continues to spank, thrusting in time with each hit until your cheeks are rosy and tender with the imprint of his palm. Your tongue rolls out of your mouth as he picks up his pace, eyes closing as you smile with bliss.

"Oh, that's my good girl," he growls. "Loving the way daddy uses her as his little fuck toy."

One of his hands raises to curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place as he starts to pound ruthlessly into you, your legs shaking as the sensation of him filling you reaches high into your stomach.

"You're so good baby... so good... mmmm, fuck, shit, heck, you feel incredible on my cock... Fuuuuuuuck, baby... Fuck...!"

You giggle at his intonations, mewling sweetly as his hips snap against yours, the sound of your thighs slapping together echoing off the walls. You can hear your sticky wetness clinging to his shaft, a harmony to back the loud groans he releases every time he thrusts.

"Right there, Eddie..." you coax. "Fuck, babe, right there... Make me cum..."

He guides your body forward, laying you flush against the blankets as he positions his body prone above yours, his arm wrapping around your neck to steady you. He doesn't stop railing into you, panting heavily in your ear, the thin plastic of the ever-present guitar pick around his neck bobbing against your back. You roll your hips into his, meeting his thrusts, and he lets out sound so sweet you think he might actually be crying.

"Oh, god, sugar, yes..." he snarls. "Keep fucking yourself on my cock... fuck, fuck, yeah, just like that... oh, love, you feel so fucking good..."

His relentless pace has built up a knot in your abdomen, one that releases with an explosion throughout your entire body. You cry out in ecstasy, your limbs fizzling with the shock of your orgasm, your toes curling as you ride the wave of indescribable pleasure out for its impossible length. As soon as Eddie feels you tighten around him, he clenches the base of his cock, staving away his own release as he fucks you through to the end. Once you relax, he gingerly unsheathes himself; you roll so you're facing him, repositioning yourself with bended knees so you can curl your fingers around the handsome appendage and stroke him, savoring his enamored cries as he cums onto your stomach and breasts. His breathing is ragged as the thick, pearly strings of semen cease to erupt from his slit. He collapses onto the mattress beside you with a satisfied huff.

For a few minutes, all you do is lay beside each other, filling each other's space while your breathing regains its normal rhythm and your bodies come back to themselves. Eventually, Eddie gets up and disappears, returning with the pack of baby wipes you keep in your room. He cleans you off, removing every trace of the depravity you've shared and kissing your stomach once you're pure again. He wipes himself off as well, pitching both the used cloths and the ash left in your burner into the little trash can beside his nightstand. The incense has long since burnt out.

Eddie crawls back into bed with you, lifting the blankets over you both and slipping between them, placing a kiss on your shoulder as he presses his chest to your back. You're laying with your heads on the foot of his bed, but that hardly matters; he's actually holding you, close and tight and with his face buried in your hair. It's such a small thing, but you've never been treated with this much tenderness before.

"What's wrong?" he asks. He can read you like a book and it makes you want to cry.

"... You're just being really good to me," you whisper. "You're not... You're not done with me."

"Of course not," he murmurs. He brushes a few stray wisps away from your face, clearing a space for his lips to press a light kiss into your temple. "If I just wanted you for sex I'd have made a move a long time ago. I... I kind of feel things for you. Like... a lot of things."

You turn to face him, hugging him close and hiding your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head, his fingers making a delicate trail down the length of your spine.

"Thank you for putting up with me," you say. "And for driving me to the hospital that time my contact high gave me a panic attack."

Eddie chuckles, giving your love handle an affectionate squeeze.

"Any time, pumpkin. That's still the best date I've ever had."

You smile, letting out a breathy laugh into his skin.

Over the next couple weeks, Eddie slowly migrates his things into your room, making a habit of sharing a bed even when you're not having sex. His old room becomes a studio, and the other members of Corroded Coffin are excited when he tells them they finally have their own recording space. They're sprawled out on the floor, sharing a joint in celebration when the new setup finally dawns on Jeff.

"Did your roommate move out?" he inquires.

"Not really," Eddie responds with a shrug. "More like I moved in."

Jeff and Gareth share a skeptical look. As if on cue, you appear in the doorway, wearing a pair of Eddie's boxers and tossing him a pack of basil-scented incense, which he catches without so much as a flinch.

"Put it out, please," you request. "I'm starting to get jitters."

"Yes, dear. Our apologies."

He flashes you a giddy, awestruck smile as he reaches for the ashtray. He then blows you an exaggerated kiss, to which you just roll your eyes and grin.

"You're a fucking dork," you tell him.

"Love you too, angel babe."

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