#she’ll also wear so many rings at once

[icaninternetfangirl]

bruce gave cass half of martha’s jewelry collection. so it’s a very frequent thing to see her walking around in sweatpants, a hoodie and earrings that could buy somebody’s house

[flippinpancakes64]

Hi! i love your works!💗 btw can i request headcanons of Cullens on reader’s birthday?💗

The Cullens on your Birthday

I love this request!!! I don’t really have anything else to say here so we’ll just get right to it

Also I saw Deadpool and Wolverine today and oh my fucking god i couldn’t contain myself every time Hugh Jackman came on screen

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He tries to do whatever you want to do

Your favorite restaurant, your favorite place to visit, your favorite movies

But if Alice wants to throw a party then that’s just what’s gonna happen

He wants to spend all of his money on you

If you let him, he will

But he mostly tries to get you a sentimental gift

Something that will mean something to you rather than just being expensive

Not to say that sentimental thing WONT be expensive because it definitely will

What can I say

He loves to spoil the people he loves

Gift giving is his love language for sure

He just wants this day to be completely about you

Cause he loves you ❤️

Alice:

She does NOT play around

The biggest party this town has seen ever

If you let her, she will invite everyone that lives within a 20 mile radius

And on the invite it said that everyone has to bring a gift

She wants to make this a completely memorable night

Basically the whole week of your birthday is all about you

You guys take the week off of school

She gets you on a plane or a boat and takes you to wherever you want to go

All-expenses paid vacation

On the actual day of your birthday, she brings you back home to where the party is

You have so many gifts that you actually don’t know what to do with them

Like, you do not have room for all of this shit in your house

She doesn’t care

She makes sure that the day is COMPLETELY about you

It doesn’t matter who it is, if they’re causing a scene at your party they are escorted out immediately

It could literally be the Pope and she would boot him to the curb

Jasper:

He’s very lowkey

He doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed

And if you’re anything like him, you do not want to be the center of attention at all

So he opts for something smaller and more intimate

He takes you to the movies, your favorite restaurant, and an art museum

Just a day out basically

Wherever you want to go, he’s your personal chauffeur

Once he takes you home, he gives you just one small present

It will be something very meaningful and heartfelt

He just wants this to be special and completely about you

Just you

No other distractions or people

Does his best to discourage Alice from throwing a huge party

Especially if you express that you don’t want one

Or even if you do want one but not like a huge event

Rosalie:

She’s really good at finding a happy medium

Right between too big of a party and too small of one

She makes you take the day off of school

And then she does everything that you’ve ever asked of her

Want to go to Build a Bear? Done

Want to go skydiving? Done

Want to watch a movie? Done

Literally anything and she’ll do it

After your day of fun, she brings you back to the Cullen house for a party

All of your family (that you like) is there, along with the Cullens

Her gift to you would be some kind of jewelry

A ring, a necklace, a bracelet, whatever you wear most often

It has both yours and Rosalie’s birth stones embedded in it

So cute

Emmett:

This man goes all out

He sets up an elaborate surprise party (with Alice’s help)

He would do one of those treasure hunt things for your birthday

It would start in your room when you wake up

A note would be on your dresser saying to go one place, that place would have another note to go somewhere else, you know what I mean

Along the way, all of these spots have a little present for you too

A small trinket, a gift card, just little stuff

It would end up with you in some random field where all of your friends and family are there waiting

He’s so proud of himself

And if you love it, then he’s even happier

His big gift to you would be something super expensive

Think a Mercedes

Esme:

She’s another party thrower

She’s super excited to be able to host a party after having a basically empty house for so long

Alice gets to help, of course

It would be incomplete without her

She spends the whole day baking and cooking for all of the guests

She invited so many people

All of your friends and family, along with any friends that the Cullen kids have made, and any coworkers that Carlisle wants

This is a full house

And she loves it

But she makes sure to never stray from your side for the whole night

The whole place is filled with your favorite everything

Food, music, cake, color, decorations, everything

Yes there was a dress code

Yes everyone had to wear your favorite color

Her gift would be something handmade

A shirt or a blanket or something like that

Something that took her literal months to make

Carlisle:

This guy is also a bit more on the lowkey side

He doesn’t want to throw a huge party

If that’s what you want, then he will gladly ask Alice for help

But if it was just left to him, it would be much more romantic

Reservations to the nicest restaurant in town, a romantic boat ride, and ending the night with just the two of you

If he was able to get the week off of work, then he doesn’t hesitate to take you to Isle Esme

Special occasions call for special destinations

His gift to you would be huge

Like I’m talking maybe even an island for yourself

Or a yacht

Or a jet

Whatever you choose

Vampire! Bella:

We know that she’s not a party person

But I feel like she is a birthday person

She was just a bit pissy about hers in the movies/books because she was getting older

But now it’s not a problem for her

She’s still not gonna be one to throw a huge party though

She keeps it small

Prefers to just stay home

Not really a gift-giving type

Don’t get me wrong though she does get you something

But think something handmade

Like a beaded bracelet or necklace that she made herself

It’s a lot more sentimental

[darklcy]

☆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☆

this has been in the drafts for a long, long time and i haven’t posted aot in a while, so enjoy :) | also i feel like some of these may be ooc but this was fun to write! just keep in mind this is how i think they’d act in a modern setting, ofc minus the war & trauma

attack on titan masterlist

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

skips class to vape

smokes to thundercat & nirvana

flannels flannels flannels

naturally you steal them. acts coy when you do.

“you didn’t steal it, i just let you wear it and didn’t say anything when you went home with it.”

i feel like he’d be into meditating. idk why. like someone said he should do it so now he does a quick 5-min guided meditation every morning

showers with his chain on and gets green neck

doodles on his converse and yours

writes “hi :)” on your homework, journals, notes, etc during class

has a minecraft server w jean, connie and armin

claims he’s not scared of games like outlast or silent hill but everyone knows he’s lying

ends up hiding behind you in haunted houses

LOVES DRIVE THRUS/FAST FOOD. sonic & in n out specifically

toddler sense of humor, like finds things falling over funny (y’all remember the video of the piece of bread falling over-)

doesn’t know how to work pinterest

leans over people’s shoulders to look at their phones

tried getting his cartilage pierced but it got infected

has a few tattoos on his wrists and bicep

will bite you impulsively

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

you mean my bf

so this boy DOES know how to work pinterest, and has so many boards

one of them is filled w future pets he wants & another one includes house ideas with you :3

is the best language learner and knows french, spanish, and german

can’t watch gory shows like squid game or the walking dead, but enjoys psychological horrors like black swan

has a billion playlists with like 6 songs each

your playlist is titled “lovey” bc i said so

has maybe one lobe piercing. but only one

he goes so hard to TV girl and mac demarco, but also loves singers like sza & jack stauber

LUVS SMOOTHIES

downloaded bumble only for the fun of it once but immediately deleted it when someone liked him

bounces his leg and picks his nails

best. skin. ever. has a good skin care regime

drives a silver toyota prius 

super into journaling & drawing :>

such a gentle bf, but lives for gossip

you text him, “you will NOT believe what i just heard.” and he drops everything he’s doing to respond

coffee dates!!!

you two have a stardew farm together with a dog and a bunch of chickens and cows

his favorite character is crobus

i love him very much

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

hardcore alison from breakfast club vibes

secretly into girl kpop groups

but loves hardcore women, like björk & poppy

definitely owns a lot of platform shoes: has like three pairs of demonias

shaves her brows to draw them on 

loves online shopping from aliexpress & etsy

into weird chunky jewelry!! has a necklace with a heavy cat pendant & a pair of eyeball earrings

loves to do your makeup! if you don’t wear a lot daily, she’ll do something for special outings like concerts or even for fun she’ll ask you to let her do it :3

has a tiktok specifically for ootds

favorite foods include spicy ramen, mediterranean meals & ice cream

i feel like she’d be in art class! she’d draw you random portraits or cute versions of you two to put in her scrapbook

oh yeah i also feel like she’d have a scrapbook!!! and keeps a lot of mementos from your dates/hangouts

when you come over, you, her and eren play mario kart

no doubt a spiritual girly: maybe not super into spells but has a tarot deck and a few oracle decks as well as a beautiful incense burner

you two go to goth clubs cuz yeah

her lipstick gets on you all the time

dressed up as lydia deetz one year for halloween

makes rings and necklaces and gives them to you, and she debates on opening an etsy shop

— hope you enjoyed!

[fulgurbugs]

OT 1 & 2 headcanons? Doesn't have to be about the main parties, whatever goes.

ok ok here we go, gonna use yours as the OT2 HC ask bestie

gonna throw up here an OT2 spoilers warning cuz of endgame stuff

First some throné ones because i have throné on the brain.

first off i think after her story is over she never wears a necklace like basically ever again. she does love dressing up, feeling cute, but no matter how well a necklace would go with her outfit she won’t add one. it’s just part of her newfound freedom that she can choose never to have anything around her neck like that ever again. all other jewelry tho… she’s got a lot of options to pick from for earrings, bracelets, and rings etc (that she’s most certainly not paid for)

also, i feel like Hikari and Throné, after everything with vide coming to the conclusion that they are actually distantly related to each other, have some kind of exchange where it’s like. “ok wait so im your like great great how many greats aunt or something” uhhh like a couple times removed or whatever. and at first its like weird to think about but they both have such like. idk. throne found out that her family was actually huge and extensive, and all of them were killing each other. her biological father is a monster. she was born to be a monster herself. her relationship with the concept of “family” is extremely strange; the man she considered closest to her actual father was a horribly abusive person but despite all that she was the closest thing he had, and he was her half-brother. Hikari’s family has a curse upon it directly related to being descended from D’arquest, and it’s been nothing but pain for him as well, causing him to lose control of himself, constantly worried he’ll hurt the people he cares about. his brother was a monster in a whole different way, and his dad, while appointing him rightful successor, spent most of his life as a warmonger as well. His mother is dead. his brother and father are dead. he’s lost ritsu, who at one point was like a brother to him. his own relationship with the idea of his family is not… good, in any case. i think they come to find some sort of solace in each other in that, after realizing they’re actually related. they’ve already come to travel with each other and trust each other… i like to think they decide they should just hand wave all the technicalities of how distantly they’re related and how weird the family tree would look and just go with a catch all “we’re cousins” or something.

Castti, while getting her memories back about what happened immediately prior to the events of the game, still struggles with remembering most of her life. it’s not something she really fully recovers from. she never remembers the faces of her parents, or if she had any siblings, her childhood, things like that. sometimes when she gets a flash of something, a glimmer of a skill she had no idea she was well-practiced in, or a remembered fact she can’t recall where she read it, she still finds herself troubled. she basically has to re-invent herself. still, she gets by with a quiet determination to always do right, with the knowledge that she at the very least, knows who she is now, in the present.

ok sillay ones….

Post game partitio starts picking up the guitar. i like to think once he gets good enough he records a song with agnea for the gramophone :P. also, temenos used to play the piano, but he’s out of practice (that one cleric in flamechurch is much better and actually wants to play it much more). he could pick it up again tho with a little practice

oh also ochette is a chronic unpeeled fruit mucher. she’ll just straight up bite into an orange and be like. “i see why some people don’t like the crust but i don’t mind it.” castti and osvald tails gets trolled face

[lialia0213]

Hi sweetie. Can you tell us more, like random facts, about Vasi? 🥰

Her height, her favourite place, music, hobbies.... 👉🏻👈🏻

Of course! ☺️☺️

* Vasilisa is about 5’5 ft tall!

* I haven’t figured out her weight yet but her body type she has an Average hourglass thick tone. She has hip dips and a small round belly (so think of Nani (Lilo and Stich), American singer Tyla, and Twyla (monster high).

*Has a lot of beauty marks.

* since her race is elf/vampire her nationality is Afro-latina! But to simplify it she’s Afro-Brazilian (like myself 😌)

* She has a nose ring, belly piercing and others.

* She has a small fairy wing in one of the back of her ears.

* Her voice VA is a mix between Spectra vondergeist (Monster High) and Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa)

* She has a kind, understanding, outgoing, shy, quiet personality. She RARELY ever gets mad but when she does.. she can be pretty scary.

* Her best friends are Amber Orlock, Gytha Demona, Nerys Blyssen ( which they are in the working process 😅)

* She occasionally plays the Quest of Yore with Barely and goes on Quests with him. That is of course dressing up as well! 😂

*She sometimes floats like Marceline (adventure, Time) and Spectra (monster high)

* She loves to go on day and night strolls. In the daytime for favorite places are the park, the Manticore! Tavern, and the Labyrinth mall. In the night time she likes to go on her land to look at the stars and of course ride along with Barley 😁.

* She likes poetry, drawing landscapes, spells and mythical creatures, fajitas, and rice pudding.

* Her Dislikes though are dishonest and cruel people, being taken advantage of, being an out cast, bullies, colt Branco (at times), spiders.

* She listens to a lot of variety of music. But her absolute favorites are 2000s rock, rock folklore ( like Barely lmaoo 😭) j-pop and k-pop!

* Her favorite movies are Twilight, all Saw movies, Harry Potter, Let Me In (2010), Kill Bil volume 1 and 2, and the grudge.

* She makes jewelry as a hobby.

* She wears a lot of her mother’s jewelry and clothes to always have her by her side.

* Can speak MANY different languages ( including sign language)

* Wears a bunch of goth clothes ( so like corsets and a bunch of medieval dresses) and other wears!

* She’s a Mage and does a lot of magic such as healing, reading people’s minds, and Telekinesis.

* One of her strengths are Shapeshifting, healing, using any form of magic. But her downsides are that she has to drink and eat more than a normal being can do. She can also get sick easily.

* Whenever she’s available she’ll help Ian with some magic stuff and teach him different spells and potions and honestly how to maintain it better!

* Now since she’s half elf and vampire blood doesn’t have an effect on her only because she took majority of her mother’s side. But every once in awhile she does get the cravings often. So she drinks pigs blood and makes it into boba 🧋 (I’m assuming there’s such thing as pigs in the universe 😭)

*Since she has a lot of her mother’s traits she will have longer ears and eyebrows when she gets older. 

* She owns a Phoenix as a pet (I name her Fawkes after professor Dumbledores from Harry Potter 😁😁)

* She Keeps a lot of charms and crystals in her room from Barley  

* Loves to cook and bake!

* She reads a spell book that her mother left for her.

* Knows how to figure Skate and do ballet and Plays the violin and the piano (so I guess you can say she was very active)

I think that’s pretty much all of it! I hope you enjoy! ☺️

[lifmera]

Hello there, can I get a romantic matchup for Hazbin, Helluva and Genshin Impact (I hope that's not too many)?

I'm bisexual (with a preference for men but I'm down for whatever) and I use she/her. I'm an ambivert. For those who don't know me very well, I may appear calm, collected and polite, but when I get close with someone, that's when my true personality comes out; I'm very sarcastic and sassy, especially if someone gets on my nerves. When I'm with my friends, I like to joke around, engage in playful banter with them, even often affectionately insult them (if that makes sense). I also love to tease and I don't mind being teased back. Even though I'm a bit goofy, I'm usually the rational, maybe even mom friend of the group; the type of friend who tries to stop the rest from doing dumb shit if I think it's too dumb or dangerous (but if it's pretty harmless, I'll gladly join in on the fun). I also tend to curse like a sailor lol. But my friends say that I'm also thoughtful, open and understanding. I can be very patient and gentle as well if I want too.

As for my style, I usually dress in all black (fun fact: I never wear skirts though, I despise them) and I love silver jewelry. I always have a silver ring on each finger or both hands (without them I feel almost naked) and usually snake or dragon-themed silver earrings.

My main hobbies and interests are: listening to music (I can't live without it), lately I've been listening mostly to any rock or metal type of music or similar (for example I love bands such as Ghost and Nickelback). Besides that, I also love to draw, read, and travel. Sometimes I also like to play or do some sports (I've been a horse rider since I was seven and I love swimming). But I also like to just sit on the couch and watch movies (preferably with friends).

Also, my main love languages are: psychical affection, quality time and gift giving.

I think that's it, thank you in advance!

Hi!! Of course 🩷

I’ve decided to pair you with…. LOONA, ADAM & XIAO!

I mean can you blame me? You guys would get along so well.

Honestly- her and octavia too would be drawn in by your sense of style.

Before she knew your personality, she probably thought you were just another person wither coming to work in the office or pay.

Once she got to know you though? BEST FRIENDS.

She would engage in playful banter with you, but at some point she’ll start to take it seriously. Similarly what she does to moxxie.

She thinks its hilarious when you join in on making fun of Moxxie or Blitz, or even joining in their adventures! Shes also glad theres someone other than her who’ll stop Them from getting into trouble per usual.

You and Loona would have the same Music taste honestly, i think you guys would head bang 24/7 if you could LOL

She’d love your jewelry honestly, and probably ask you to spare her some. She just wants to match :(

Not the biggest physical touch person, but she will hold your hand. She doesn’t trust anyone else around you. Other than Blitzo..

Time for ADAM!

Are we surprised x2?

He would TOTALLY ROCK OUT WITH YOUUUUUUU!!!!

He’s a jackass, but lets be real… (hes fine as fuck-) he would stop if you genuinely asked him, and he liked you!!!

If you joined in on the bullying? Or just teasing? Dream come TRUE !

He definitely would bully you for your style at first but listen.. its because he’s a loser and he cant flirt :(

If you are patient with Adam, it’ll mean the WORLD to him. He needs someone who will listen to him for once.

Definitely loves the music taste.

He probably steals ur rings when u dont notice, and then out of nowhere he’ll be like strumming his guitar n u just see ur rings… and be like “i thought u didnt like them..”

And he was like “ermmmm 🥹🥺🥺”

He def loves physical touch and quality time. They go hand in hand

OK XIAO TIME!!

I just gave you all the emo’s.

This is what you get!!!

Definitely when you first met, you both were silent as fuck.

Dont expect him to talk cus he wont.

So you finally talk, and honestly when he realizes your personality, i think he would enjoy being around you.

He might be put off at first, with the teasing but i think he would actually… enjoy it ?

He definitely would like people who are more mean to him.

He thought your outfit was honestly so bomb, and would take your shit too.

What is with these characters…

Unlike the other two, he’d probably ask for permission though!! Cus hes a sweetie at heart.

Quality time and gift giving are his love languages for you!!

~~

THEY WERE KINDA SHORT!! IM SORRY 😭😭

[electricbluebutterflies]

Bertha x George ~ “Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.” 

NSFW and also on ao3.

It’s all so much more than she expected.

Spring turns to summer in a pleasant haze Bertha is unsure will wear off anytime soon. She has accomplished the foundation of what may be rapidly evolving goals; she is respectably married, and more than that she is happy, and-

She did not assume, not even once a delicate ring had been slipped on her finger, that married life would be so affectionate. As with everything else, she wants to see how much she can get out of it.

It turns out that she quite likes what had only ever been explained to her as obligations. There is something playful about it, about being young and in love and fearless and-

What they do is pleasant enough, but she’s curious if there are other ways they could make each other happy.

They’re tangled up in bed, hands wandering, she’s become so used to the want of it and how good they already are and this is barely the beginning and to think that she might get this for the rest of her life and-

“I have an idea.”

She likes the way her husband looks at her, eyes deep with not just desire but something more, this utter fascination with her that makes her feel infinite and-

“Yes?”

“Could I try being on top? I want to see how you look when you come undone under me.”

He takes a good kiss, deep and a little bitey and she feels other parts of her body flutter, and-

“It would be a pleasant view for me too.”

They are still learning each other. She is not yet what she will become, and not entirely sure what she’s doing, and she straddles his waist and leans down for more kisses and goodness she is going to like this and-

There is still a part of her that struggles to admit weakness or confusion, and she moves carefully, almost teasing him as she decides where exactly to drop. She keeps a hand between them, and she likes the tension of him under her, and-

“Let me-“

“I think I’m-“

He moves her hand out of the way and replaces it with his own, teasing her petals before parting them, they are figuring this out as they go and they are both-

It’s different, having this control. She has had no complaints on her back, but this new position allows different sensations, the stretch and the ache of it and-

“Lean up to kiss me,” she breathes. “Please.”

That makes it even better. The angle changes pleasantly, and she is still learning all the things her body can feel, and-

She’ll try anything, she’s well aware of that. There are many ways that two people can take pleasure in each other, and she is going to get good at all of them. One new idea at a time.

She rolls her hips and chases the new feeling, something internal that she hasn’t felt so strongly before in intimacies, and the pressure of it all is so good and so much and-

She’d wanted to watch him fall apart. She still does. Ladies first.

She moves through the sensation, watches it bring him closer, and what a beautiful sight she gets when it does. She does like looking at him, and that moment when it is all too much is just beautiful, how his body tenses and releases, the pretty sounds he makes and the sensations she gets in return and-

“I liked that,” she says, very casual as she moves off of him. “I wasn’t sure-“

“Somehow you are even more than I thought.”

“And you adore it.”

“Completely.”

[foreverrandomwritings]

Okay wait I’ve gotta know about our baby girl too. Some sad and maybe happy

★ - sad headcanon, ✿ - Sex headcanon, ☮ - friendship headcanon

Oof hurting our baby girl for the sad one is gonna be rough. You made up for it with the sex and friendship though😘 I’m also wearing my Bob and Phoenix crewneck for this.

Warnings:

Talks of death at the beginning.

Super fluffy in the middle.

🚨!!!18+ at the end!!!🚨

★ Sad Headcanon

~The worst day of her life was when her grandmother died.

~She and her 2 younger brothers had been raised by their grandparents when their mother and father both passed away in a car accident.

~So losing yet another member of her family was gut wrenching.

~She had her first ever true panic attack that day.

~Luckily Bradley was there to calm her down as she had gotten the news during their time stationed together.

~When she went back home for the funeral she was on autopilot for most of it.

~She had to take the reins on planning everything as her grandfather was much to weak and heartbroken to do it.

~The middle brother was unable to help due to the fact he was in prison once again for something she didn’t care much about.

~Her youngest brother had just had a set of twins with his wife so he wasn’t able to help much either.

~Everything was hazy for her up until she got the cremains from the crematorium.

~She cried in the car with her grandmother sat in an urn next to her.

~She has a ring, necklace, bracelet set with some of the ashes in them.

~Bob asked her about them once and she bittersweetly told him about her grandmother.

~All of the amazing memories she had of her as she was growing up.

☮ Friendship Headcanon

~Growing up she didn’t have that many friends other than the ones that were on her soccer team from middle school to senior year of high school.

~They no longer talk however as when she went off for the Navy they all lost touch.

~However the Navy has brought her 2 of the bestest friends in the world.

~Bradley and Robert.

~It will be war picking who will be her best man out of the two when she gets married.

~Bradley was there for her when her grandmother died.

~That honestly meant the world to her. She will never be able to thank him enough.

~Bobby boy even though freshly her back seater has become her 2nd pea in a pod.

~They do pretty much everything together.

~Grocery shopping, running, working out, dinner, brunch, breakfast, road trips, visiting family, living, shopping, you name it they probably do it together.

~The first time Bobby boy gave her a rock she was Uber confused but put it in the center console of her car anyways.

~Now she has quite a few of them.

~Sometimes if she finds a cool rock she’ll pick it up and give it to him.

✿ Sex Headcanon

~Okayyyyyy this one is 🥵🥵

~She normally likes to be the dominant one during sex.

~She fucks dumb. You could be the smartest person alive and by the time she’s done with you you’re brain is blank.

~Likes to tie you up and do orgasm denial or orgasm overstimulation.

~Will use a Bluetooth vibrator on you while out at the Hard Deck or grocery shopping or something.

~Red, yellow, green for how you’re feeling.

~Loves to eat you out. Will be like a women starved. Completely unhinged feral.

~Will growl when you pull her hair or scratch her back.

~Gets a little peeved if you leave a hickey that’ll be on display when she’s at work.

~However she’ll leave bite marks on your thighs.

~Knows every little spot that makes you tick.

~Will finger you at any given opportunity.

~Loves to fuck you with her strap on.

~When she lets you be the more dominant one she will melt into a puddle.

~Becomes a moaning and whimpering mess.

~Loves having her nipples played with.

~Lick them, suck them, roll them, pinch them anything and she’s a complete mess.

~Her aftercare will be top notch.

~She’ll gently clean you up with a warm rag.

~Will ask you how you’re doing.

~Will make sure you use the bathroom afterwards.

~Gets you a glass of water or something to up your electrolytes if it was an especially rigorous session.

~I can’t think straight when I think of baby girl and sex. My brain is literal fuzz.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @angelbabyange @theeleggymeggy

Headcanon Ask Game

[persephoneggsy]

i spent a lot of time today/yesterday thinking about my Marian Hawke living her best life as Princess of Starkhaven, and so naturally that spiraled into me designing five new outfits for her

elaborations below the cut

so this would of course be post DA2, if not outright post Inquisition. Marian is done traipsing around abandoned mines and dirty back alleys, she’s done being Champion of a city she never cared for in the first place. She fully embraces her role as Princess of Starkhaven and comes to love her new home with a fierceness she hasn’t felt since she was forced to flee Ferelden.

Everyday 1 - What she would wear to her day-to-day duties as Princess. She wears the Vael family tartan to diplomatic meetings.

Everyday 2 - Ferelden Insp - While she loves her new home, she’ll never forget her old one. She commissions several dresses done in a more Ferelden style, with simpler silhouettes and of course, fur.

Casual - This is basically just an elevated version of the ‘home’ outfit in DA2. This is what she wears on rare days off, when she’s able to just be with her beloved husband in the privacy of their chambers, or perhaps taking a walk through the palace gardens.

Party - Obviously, a princess needs to have a great selection of dresses for galas and balls and the like. She tends to favor reds and pinks, with a splash of gold for embellishment. Depending on the level of formality, she’ll also have a sash of Vael tartan to signify her status.

Travel - For the rare occasions where Marian once again takes up her staff to fight. Finely-crafted and woven with hidden enchantments, it is both practical and elegant, so no one truly forgets how high she’s climbed. The clasp on her belt bears the three circling dragons of Starkhaven, and the scarf around her neck is meant to be a tribute to her late sister, Bethany.

One constant in her outfits is the locket of Meghan Vael around her neck, which her husband gave to her upon their engagement. Another is, of course, her wedding ring.

I changed her hair from its usual appearance, since I think it makes her look a little softer and more refined. I considered letting her grow her hair out, but I have a bias towards short hair and so decided to keep it short.

And finally, I like to think Marian is an absolute sensation amongst the court of Starkhaven. So many trends in the fashion of the court start because of her - from Ferelden-styled fur embellishments, to the color pink skyrocketing in demand, to many ladies shearing their hair short.

[scorpiongrassfield]

Pat Has Returned

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Theo’s faded back into his usual state.

“Okay. I’m calmer now. I’m sorry for the uh, heated, reaction,” Pat says. “Are you sure you’re okay, kid? No putting on a brave face this time.” 

They look… Tired. And worried. 

“I’m sure. She didn’t really hurt me. She just said she wanted to,” you explain. 

This does not improve their expression. 

“I. Sense that I am… missing... something here?” Theo says, tentative. 

Pat blows out a slow breath. They seem to be waffling on something. 

“Mm… Not too keen on airing out our dirty laundry here, but you seem pretty trustworthy. Sylv, do you mind? I bet you need a refresher too, huh?” They say eventually. 

You shrug. Theo suddenly seems a lot more suspicious than he did an hour ago, but you Do want to know what’s going on. You always do.

Pat nods. “Right. So. My dear associate here,” Pat gestures to you, “Has a habit of getting into dangerous situations and then not telling me that he got hurt or that someone is trying to kill him.” 

Theo gives you a look of concern but you just shrug again. 

“This is, of course, Extremely Worrying. And also dangerous. Like the time he didn’t tell me he was being haunted and then a ghost burned half our house down,” Pat grumps. 

Ah. 

Oops. 

“Even if that weren’t the case though I’d still want to hear about you getting attacked, kid. We’re a team, y’know,” they say, this time directly addressing you. 

You nod. “Next time I’ll tell you,” you promise. If you remember. 

Pat doesn’t look quite convinced, but they don’t press the point further. 

“So. You were attacked by a woman who was loitering around Theo’s house. Theo. You got any women who frequent your house or the area around it?” Pat says, sounding more like their usual self again. 

Theo purses his lips as he thinks. “Well. To my house, no. I don’t get many guests. And the only woman that comes around is Courney… She hasn’t visited in months, though. I… highly doubt she would come now. Or attack a stranger unprovoked,” Theo says in his typical slow and measured manner. 

“But outside your house is a different story?” Pat prompts. 

Theo nods. “Oh. Yes. I leave my property open to foragers… And any other people who wish to pass through. I’ve been told there are good mushroom spots somewhere in there?” he says. 

Pat nods, and makes some notes in their notebook. “Okay, that doesn’t narrow down the suspects much…” they say. “Can you describe the woman for us, kid? Maybe she’ll ring a bell.” 

So you do. Tall, blonde, fair skin, wearing a ruffly burgundy dress and black platform boots, deceptively strong for how slight she looked… 

About half way through your description of her, Pat stops their pen on the page where they were sketching and instead starts looking very concerned. 

“Did she have a mole right here?” Pat says, tapping on their upper cheek. 

You think about it. “I think so?” You weren’t paying attention when she was pinning you down, but you’re pretty sure you saw one on the portrait. 

“Fuck,” Pat says. And then again with more feeling “Fuck!” 

“Is that… bad?” Theo asks. 

“Well it sure isn’t good,” Pat says dryly. 

“So this is someone you know, not someone from around here?” you ask. 

Pat covers their face in their hands and rubs at their eyes. “Sounds like it. She’s a, uh, an old acquaintance of mine I met through work,” they say. 

“Oh. Another paranormal investigator?” Theo asks. 

Pat sighs heavily. “Worse. She’s an exorcist,” they say, like that explains everything. 

“I think. We are once again missing part of the picture,” Theo says. His bowl of soup is no longer there. You don’t recall anyone coming by to take it. 

“Yeah. Aren’t exorcists good? Don’t they stop ghosts from possessing people?” you ask. 

“Kind of? Sometimes? Though the way she was acting towards you, I almost think she might be possessed herself,” Pat mutters. 

They flop back against the booth and sigh again. 

“Okay. I guess it’s ghosts 101 for beginners day. Let’s get started. Exorcists, or at least the sort that Ametrine is, completely eradicate a ghost. Wipe them out of existence. Their soul is toast. Literally,” Pat explains. 

Theo winces. 

“Now. If you’ve got a ghost harassing you or trying to burn your house down or something, that might sound like a good, if extreme, solution,” they say with a nonchalant shrug. 

“But! As we already discussed. Not all ghosts are in the business of haunting people in the traditional sense. Imagine: you’re lost and scared and hurt, and all you want is someone to help you, and then Bam!” Pat throws up their hands with the onomatopoeia for emphasis.  “Some lady comes along and burns your soul right off this plane of existence. Just for ‘not having the grace’ to move on or whatever,” Pat says. 

“You.. seem to disapprove of her methods,” Theo states the obvious. 

Pat snorts derisively. 

“What does she want with me then? I’m not a ghost,” you point out. 

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[dreamings-free]

okay gonna do some anon asks/answers in batches cause I have so many and I don’t wanna clog up people’s dashes..

these are all about the beard/break up

yeah I really doubt she’ll keep posting from L’s house even if she did before the break up was official but must have “happened”. that house is like his office we’ve seen him working there many times in the past couple of years; planning the first AFHF, doing vocal training with helene, and latest recording his thank you speech and doing radio interviews when FITF went #1. I assume he’ll keep using it that way. but it’ll be interesting to see once she starts posting again where she’ll be..

asjfhkajsfk even if she did dump him the first time around she came back like? so who looks more the fool lol. and yeah tbh most of her stans have only been pretending to be fans of louis. because them being together would mean larry couldn’t be a thing. and most of them are harries. see also this ask:

it’s pathetic is what it is. if we are to believe the official narrative that they broke up because long-distance was too hard and they’re blaming him? he has a career he’s been doing this for the entirety of their “relationship” so who isn’t commiting here.. (also the sexist shit I’ve seen about him being an asshole for “leaving her at 30 and without a ring” like.. women are not worthless because they’re unmarried jfc) but yeah as i answered above it’s not about louis it’s about them being mad about him not being kept straight by being with her. (also sidenote but they way her stans who a few years back wouldn’t touch the subject of “his son” with a ten foot pole are suddenly all about dad louis.. same reason)

no I definitely not a fan. like.. I don’t care about her as an influencer or whatever. and I’m looking forward to not keeping up with her once the final pieces of the puzzle falls into place like will she still walk both dogs, is she completely done working for L etc etc. Hopefully we’ll know soon..

tbh the most annoying thing about her is her stans who like to tell themselves that the minimal amount of work we’ve seen her do (sponsored posts, pr trips etc) would cover even an inch of the spending we’ve seen from her. a few instagram stories about an armani perfume or some sportswear brand isn’t gonna pay for all the wildly expensive shit she wears. and then there’s this gem:

girl attends one (1) fashion show…omg move over anna wintour 😂

like they’re living in some alternate reality she can’t even write a clever instagram caption to save her life lol

I doubt she’s had another job while working for L and that rumour about her attenting the royal college of art doesn’t hold water either. she’s been jetting all over the world all year there’s no way she’d be able to keep up with fashion school at that level at the same time. so we can assume L has been paying her well enough to keep her in endless balenciaga leather jackets over the years.

[gorgonnes]

some wee headcanons to kick off the blog (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

aiyana

aiyana doesn’t do friends. she doesn’t like people. she’s been alive since before the colonization of turtle island. she’s seen so many people she’s loved die and she just doesn’t like outliving her friends.

she can’t die. she’s the chosen protector of turtle island.

her shop abides by howl’s moving castle rules. she can relocate her shop quickly using the same if not similar magic.

she’ll often use plains cree in everyday conversation. translations will be available in tags when i write them.

aiyana is considered by both the canadian and united states governments as an eco-terrorist. she does not define herself as a villain. her villain status is 100% ascribed to her by the white people.

aiyana wears a necklace with a red jewel pendant that her grandmother made her. it’s a protection talisman that her grandmother made prior to her death.

aiyana is a mermaid and a siren. her mermaid-ness abides by h2o just add water rules (within 10 seconds of touching water she sprouts a tail). her mermaid form doesn’t take traditional mer-form. it’s similar to how a lot of art represents the inuit goddess, sedna. her tail is similar to an orca’s and the skin is similar to a sharks.

while aiyana can’t die, she can get injured. she has a lot of scars on her human body as well as her mer-body.

aiyana voice claims: #1 and #2

aiyana changes her name every few decades

aiyana has been banned from most major european countries. the Big Ones are the UK, France, Spain, Germany, and Italy. Since the formation of the EU, it’s extended to countries within the EU.

she uses full names for people to distance herself from them. if she starts using just ur first name, she’s beginning to care about u

aiyana dances fancy shawl

at least once a week, aiyana needs to submerge herself in some water (fresh or salt doesn’t matter; pools work too). if she doesn’t, her whole body will start to ache, her joints get stiff, and her skin looks ashy and dry.

aiyana has little webs in between her fingers. they’re super translucent and look almost holographic.

she likes to keep her nails quite long and uses them in combat since they’re not made out of keratin like human nails. the material is similar to stonefish spines and in her mer form, they’re also poisonous.

aiyana is 6′1

starfire

when she’s sad or missing home, star will just fly up to the moon and sit there. she likes to look at the earth and wonder what it’d be like if her parents could meet her friends

i blend teen titans and comic canon a little bit but starfire was never SAed. i do write that she was experimented on by the Citadel/Psions alongside her sister. She didn’t know her sister betrayed her and their people and she believes her sister to be dead.

she has a lot of scars on her torso and her arms. she covers them with her clothing most of the time and she sees them as her greatest shame because she couldn’t save her people, her family, or her sister.

the climate on Tamaran tends to run warmer than earth. as such, star is often very cold so she has a large collection of sweaters and jackets. her bed is a gigantic blanket nest.

jessica cruz

jessica currently still has the ring of volthoom, the ring she had before her green lantern ring.

the ring of volthoom feeds off of jessica’s anxiety and agoraphobia. it’s currently making her very sick and wants her weak so it can use her and possess her.

jessica’s friends were murdered in october and happened three years ago.

jessica is a dreamer and her parents are mexican immigrants that settled in coast city. currently, jessica lives in portland.

jessica has one sister named sara.

because jessica IS agoraphobic, she’ll watch a lot of movies and tv shows, esp bad reality tv shows.

jessica streams video games. her twitch is limelightgames

mad maggie

mad maggie is a persona that maggie adopts. to her friends and loved ones, she’s margaret/maggie, but her protest persona is mad maggie and it’s the label that most news outlets and government officials ascribe her.

maggie is VERY muscular. she’s also fairly flat chested. she keeps her hair cut short so she can braid it.

before big protests, and if things get hairy, maggie performs war hak.

maggie is so good with kids. maggie loves kids.

this woman is a big ol’ lesbian

she’s an excellent cook. she feeds everyone. her home is just...a rotating door for people. it’s open to anyone and everyone that needs it, ESPECIALLY kids. when she moves to gotham, she uses cracked talon funds to buy a big house and she has several rooms for orphaned kids.

cracked talon is her ‘warband’. it’s similar to a gang. but she doesn’t have territory. she’ll dispatch her warband to different protests. she’s a HUGE activist

she also participates in illegal underground fighting rings. she uses her winnings to fund cracked talon.

she never went to university. she barely graduated high school. but she’s not dumb. she’s super fucking smart. academia just wasn’t it for her. she’s a natural born public speaker, an incredibly tactician, and she’s well versed in various forms of combat and firearms. she’s not illiterate but she has a hard time reading and writing.

when she was arrested in the states and at her trial, she got really mad at how the judge was treating her so she slammed her head down on the desk and knocked a tooth loose and proceeded to spit it at the judge :) she also tore out the throat of one of the guards at blackgate that was mistreating her and one of her friends.

she spent 20 years in prison.

[andreafmn]

Collision - Chapter 4

Word Count: 3,821

Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 4/?

A/N: Don’t know if I ever mentioned it, but the story takes place before New Moon but after Twilight. It starts at the end of May after the dance, so it’d be the summer before Bella’s birthday in September. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 4

The next time she awoke she was back in sight of the blinding hospital lights. Her head was heavily pounding and the clothes on her body felt alien to her. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the white lights of the sanitized room, but they were suddenly off.

“Back again, Miss Uley?” She recognized the voice, Dr. Cullen. “I’ve already turned the lights off so don’t worry about that.”

Her eyes finally opened to reveal the smooth pale face of the doctor. A wave of calmness rushed over her as soon as her eyes connected with his golden ones.

“What can I say?” She chuckled. “I just couldn’t stay away.”

“Well, it seems you’ve been having a recurring headache, insomnia, memory lapses, and a lack of appetite. It looks like post-concussive syndrome. Your mom told us you were feeling like this for a few days, why didn’t you come back?” Carlisle questioned. He was trying his best to look like he was breathing but if he took even a single breath all his years of self-control would be over in an instant.

“I thought if I could just make it to at least seven days it could clear me from coming back to the hospital, at least as a patient.”

“What do you mean?” This comment had perked the interest of the man. Thoughts raced through his head faster than he could analyze them.

“I was thinking of applying for a medical assistant job here in the hospital. I recently got my degree in biology, and I’ve been thinking of going to medical school after.”

“That sounds like a plan, but let’s work on getting you better first.” It did sound like a good plan to Carlisle. He wanted to be as close as possible to her every single day, but it also meant he would have to work triple as hard to control his thirst. “We’d like to keep you for the next few days and make sure you’re in good health before you can go back to business as usual.”

“How long would a few days be?”

“About four to five days, just to make sure that the symptoms don’t worsen, and we can give you an all-clear.” It would also give him a few days to grow accustomed to her smell. “We can work over that application for medical assistant, make sure it’s something you want to do.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” She smiled at the man in front of her, her heart fluttering with every breath she took. “Thank you, Dr. Cullen.”

“Please, call me Carlisle,” he smiled. “Now, why don’t you continue resting, and whatever you need just call. My office is right down the hall, I’ll be here in no time.”

The girl stared at the retreating form of his body and covered the heat that was rising to her face with her pillow. The butterflies in her stomach had made her uneasy and had her hands shaking. She didn’t understand why she was feeling this way. It had only been a week since her first encounter with the doctor, but those few seconds were enough to have her drooling over the man like a lovesick schoolgirl.

A few days had come and gone quickly. (Y/N) had grown attached to Carlisle, seeing and talking to him every day had felt like a dream. In his free time, she would go over to his office and pick a book to read, which they talked about the next day. They spent hours talking about nothing and everything.

It had been a long time since Carlisle had felt this way, centuries. Being around her had gotten easier each day that passed. Her smell becoming comforting instead of a trigger to the endless hunger for human blood – he’d never had a simple drop of it, but nothing could explain how much he wanted to have hers. Getting to know her had been a welcomed activity by the young doctor. He could spend days upon days listening to the sweet sound of her voice, admiring her curious-filled face when she started a new book – which she read swiftly, taking only a couple of hours to finish most of them.

“Can’t believe you have so many first editions, and you leave them at work.” She ran her hand across the spine of Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment. “I would keep them in a well-preserved chamber, and no one would be able to even breathe on them.”

Carlisle smiled as the girl gawked once again at his book collection. It wasn’t hard to acquire first edition novels when you were alive when they were published. “If you’re impressed by this collection, you’d be completely astonished by the one I have back home.”

“You have more?!” He nodded. The girl shined like a kid on Christmas, her eyes gleaming at the thought of a big library. “Oh, that sounds like a dream.”

“You’re more than welcome to come over any time. It’s always refreshing to meet a literature aficionado such as myself.”

“Really? That’d be amazing!” She grinned brightly. “I could spend all day reading, forget about work.”

The duo laughed. “Too late to withdraw the application but you’re always welcome to pass your downtime in my office.”

“Sounds like a plan,’’ she smiled. “Now, doctor, what will you ever do now that I’m not going to be here every day?”

“Oh, how will I ever go on?” He chuckled. “But if you ever need help during that time, just come by. My office is always open. And hopefully, you’ll visit from time to time on personal time.”

“I’m sure it’s something that can be arranged.”

If there was still blood rushing through his veins, the capillaries in his face would have widened. He felt like he now understood Edward; how being with her made him feel human again. And there was nothing more that he wanted than to take their friendship to another level, but he wasn’t sure if she would ever feel the same. Carlisle knew that she was unaware of the supernatural since (Y/N) had allowed him to be in her life. But what would happen once she knew everything? How could he ever come between her and her family?

“Miss Uley, your mother is here,” a nurse spoke up, peeking her head through the office door. “Discharge papers have already been filed.”

“Thank you, Nurse Dalen. She’ll be out in a moment.” Carlisle smiled.

“Well, the time has come.” (Y/N) took her phone out of her back pocket and handed it to the doctor. He looked at her with a question-ridden gaze. “I’m gonna need your phone number so we can arrange any future endeavors.”

“Right,” he laughed, typing his number into her directory. “I’ll be waiting for that call.”

“I’ll be making it soon enough,” she grinned. “I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you around, Cullen.”

“I’ll see you, Uley.”

She left the office with a huge smile on her face, holding her phone close to her chest. For the first time, she was experiencing something she had heard of most of her teenage years. Once she had met Carlisle all she wanted to do was get to know him better, spend her time with him, just being near him would suffice. It was the first time she was learning what falling for someone was, and even though it was scary, she was jumping in headfirst.

“Hi, honey. Ready to go home?” Allison hugged her daughter for the first time in five days. (Y/N) nodded, truly ready to finally sleep on her own bed.

“So, how are you liking Dr. Cullen?”

“MOM!” Allison laughed at her daughter’s reaction. It was easy to see that (Y/N) had taken a liking to Carlisle Cullen, and vice versa.

“What, darling? If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck.”

“It’s not like that, mom.”

“But you’d like it to be like that.”

“I’m not talking about that with my mother.” (Y/N) placed her cold hands on her cheeks, trying to cool down the warm blood that had rushed onto her cheeks. The cool air of the car’s A/C was only helping her so much.

“I just want you to be careful with that, honey. He’s older than you, technically has kids, and rumor has it he is married.”

A breath hitched in her throat. Married? She knew he had adopted five kids, most of them her age, but not that he was married. Had she read the situation wrong? He didn’t wear a ring, he didn’t mention any relationship, he had no pictures of a woman in his office. Then again, they had only spent five days together at the hospital. She didn’t know what he did when he went home at night, who he went home to at night. (Y/N) shouldn’t feel betrayed—they weren’t anything, and they weren’t on track to become anything.

“Don’t worry, mom. I’ve just been picking his brain about working in the hospital, and he’s been helping me with what I’m gonna be doing this summer.”

“Oh, have you decided what you want to do?”

“I’m gonna get my medical assistant certification. It’s a three-month course then I can work at the hospital.”

“That’s great, honey.” Allison smiled at her daughter from the driver’s side. “Is that where you’d see yourself making a career?”

“Not sure. I want to take this time to see if life in a hospital is truly where I’d like to work – see if medical school would be it for me.”

(Y/N) hadn’t taken the time to focus on her future. In her high school career, she spent her time focusing on the present and piling on as much as she could, and now she had no sense of direction. She would take every day as it came, hoping one day she would find her purpose.

Finally, back home, she hopped off the truck and stretched out her limbs, stiff from the days on a hospital bed. Taking a deep breath of fresh air and basking in the afternoon sun. The cold that had seeped into her bones from the hospital melted off, and she smiled feeling the warmth surround her.

“Why don’t you go upstairs, honey?” Allison told her daughter. “There’s a surprise waiting for you in your room.”

(Y/N) smiled and quickly made her way up the stairs to see what her mom meant. Opening the door, tears forming in her eyes. Her room had done a 180-degree turn. The walls had been painted a light beige color, and plants hung from the walls bringing warmth to the room. The bed was adorned with a white cover, and a fluffy duvet to keep her warm at night. A wooden frame sat atop the bed dressed in white linen and ivy vines. A bookcase lived in the corner of her room, filled to the brim with her collection of hardbacks and peppered with potted plants. Opposite the bed was a small desk with a dark green suede chair, her laptop set up in the workspace. Her room finally felt like hers.

“Do you like it, honey?”

“Mom, did you do this?”

“I wish I could take credit, but your brother and your friend Paul came over when I was at work and redecorated. I was actually surprised that they even came over.”

“I’ll have to thank them,” (Y/N) grinned. Even though their relationship was strained at the moment, and she had yet to see Paul since coming back, she was glad that they had taken time out of their days to do this for her. “I’ll go over to Sam’s house for a bit, maybe now he’ll have time to see me.”

“Why don’t you go tomorrow, honey? You should take it easy.”

“I feel a lot better, mom. You don’t have to worry too much.”

“I’m your mother, I’ll always worry. If you’re gonna go out, go see Jacob. He was really worried about you.”

“I will.”

(Y/N) kissed her mother’s cheek and grabbed her bag to head out. Her first stop was to the Black residence. Jacob saw her coming down the street and ran out to wrap her in a hug. When she collapsed last week, he had been very concerned when she collapsed in his garage. Jacob was glad that she had made a full recovery and was now back home, with minimum side effects showing. The visit was short, only a quick hello to ensure the boy that she was okay.

After spending some time with Jacob, she walked towards Sam’s house – she hoped to catch Paul there too since she had heard he now spent his time there alongside Jared Cameron. It hadn’t clicked in her head why Paul would ever hang out with her brother and Jared. Even when they were back in middle school, he never paid them any mind, having a separate friend group. She had only become his friend by spending time with him away from school, and her brother had always disliked them together, claiming he was a bad influence.

Outside of the small house, (Y/N) could hear the low chatter of manly voices, a higher-pitched one joining after. There was no mistaking that Sam was home. She started feeling nervous as she raised her hand to knock on the door. The shaky limb was able to make contact with the blue door twice before it opened wide open, revealing a shirtless Paul Lahote.

“(Y/N)?” He questioned. Paul knew she was back, but Sam had given him clear instructions to stay away from her due to their situation.

“Hey, Paul. Long time no see, huh?” The girl smiled at her friend that now towered over her. A few years ago, they were still of the same stature, but too much time had passed since then. She went in for a hug, and Paul cut it short – worried she might note his burning temperature. “Is Sam home?”

“Uh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, turning towards the kitchen. “Sam! (Y/N)’s here.”

The older male appeared in front of them, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Hey, (Y/N). Good to see you’re doing better. What brings you around?”

“I just wanted to thank you both for what you did in my room. Mom told me you worked on it while we were away. It’s a dream.” Sam smiled at his younger sister and shared a hug with the smaller girl.

“I’m glad you liked it, (Y/N). We wanted to give you a place where you could rest better after the accident. It’s the least we could do.” The alpha could hear the duo that was left in the kitchen had grown curious about who was at the door. “Do you want to come in for a bit?”

“Are you really inviting me in?” (Y/N) was taken aback – the last thing she thought was that she would get that invitation.

“Yeah, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Sam responded, keeping his doubts of the encounter to himself.

(Y/N) walked through the threshold and instantly felt the warm aura that emanated from inside of the house. It was a welcoming environment that she had grown to love from her own mother’s house. She walked behind Sam, Paul following behind them. `There was nothing that could prepare her to the sight she was met with.

In front of her stood a beautiful woman. She had tan skin, long black hair, and a beautiful smile. But there was something that stood out to her, something she was sure stood out to everyone – three long gashes ran through the front of her face. Yet, they didn’t distract from the alluring atmosphere that surrounded her. Sam moved to her side, and (Y/N) quickly connected the dots and figured that was Emily Young. The Uley girl wanted to be indifferent to her presence, knowing how one of her friends had been hurt by the union in front of her, she couldn’t help but note the love that radiated from the pair. It had been a long time since she had seen her brother as happy as he looked as he stared at his fiancé.

“(Y/N), it’s an honor to finally meet you.” Emily stretched out her hand towards the girl, which (Y/N) gladly took. “Sam has told me so much about you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” (Y/N) joked. “Hopefully, we’ll have a chance to get to know each other more. I’d love to get to know the woman my brother is set to marry.”

“I’m sure we’ll have enough time now that you’re back.” Emily smiled and grabbed a basket filled with muffins, offering them to the girl. (Y/N) gladly took the baked good in her hand, picking at it and placing the piece in her mouth – a wonderful taste that quickly melted in her mouth. “You’re welcome over any time. Any family of Sam is family to me.”

“Thank you, Emily. I’ll be sure to take you up on that.”

Not much time passed before Sam had cut the meeting short, claiming there was something important the duo had to do. “We should do this another time, (Y/N). Paul and I have to go.”

“Go where?” (Y/N) questioned. “It’s already night, not much to do.”

“I can’t really tell you, sis. But it’s important.”

“So still guarding secrets?” Sam shrugged. “It’s fine, Sam. I’m growing used to it.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I can take a hint, Sam. I know when I’m not wanted,” (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you for the muffins, Emily. They were divine. I’ll be sure to take you up on that offer and visit sometime soon.”

“Of course, (Y/N). I’m sorry we had to cut this short.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you guys.” (Y/N) took her bag and exited the house. She was confused on why Sam had welcomed her in only to have her leave soon after – there was something big he was hiding, and she needed to find out what it was.

“(Y/N), wait up!” Paul jogged up to her, turning her around. “Look, I hope you understand that we’re not trying to push you away on purpose. There are things that Sam is protecting you from.”

“Like what, Paul? What danger could possibly be surrounding us that he would stray from his family?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s not my place to tell you, (Y/N). As much as I hate keeping this from you, Sam would not allow it to come from anyone but himself.”

“Are you serious? What kind of power does he have over you?”

“PAUL!” Sam shouted, gaining the attention of his beta. “Let’s go.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I hope one day you’ll forgive us.” Paul kissed her forehead and went to meet up with his alpha.

(Y/N) stood still as she watched their bodies disappear into the woods. She debated whether to follow them for a brief second, but she was exhausted. She left back home with a million questions running through her head. The pair of Sam and Paul was a strange view, and she was determined to get to the bottom of things.

When she got home, (Y/N) noticed her mother asleep on the couch, the tv in front of her still playing. The years that passed were clear on her face, the worry that she carried for both her children plastered in the lines of her face. She could see the exhaustion that she held, years of caring for two kids by herself taking a toll on her. (Y/N) grabbed a blanket and laid it on top of her mother’s body, making sure that she was warm during the night. She left a kiss on her cheek, thankful for everything her mother had sacrificed for her.

After showering the day off, (Y/N) changed into her pajamas and laid in bed staring at her phone’s screen. She thought if she stared at it long enough a message would magically pop up. Minutes passed and her phone kept silent, not a single notification appearing on the screen. She scrolled through her directory until it landed on the newest listing. Carlisle Cullen, it read. Her finger clicked on it and selected new message.

Her fingers danced atop the keyboard of her phone, no words coming to her mind to send to the doctor. Should she even send him a message? What if he truly was married? She would never want to come between a couple. But her fingers did not follow her thought train. Unconsciously, they started typing away a message and before she could analyze her actions, she sent the message.

Hi, Carlisle. It’s (Y/N). I made it home okay and don’t have any symptoms, seems like you fixed me up! Anyways, wanted to know if you possibly had some free time this weekend to join me for some dinner at La Bella Italia. Hope you had a good rest of the day at work!

Her jaw fell when her screen read message sent. There was no way to delete it now. It was out there, and it would make its way to his phone. (Y/N)’s head fell onto her pillow and muffled a scream that escaped from her throat. This feeling was alien to her, and she was learning what steps to take to grow closer to the astonishing man. Minutes felt like an eternity to (Y/N), thinking that she had imploded the friendship she had built with the man over the past week.

Beep.

The sound from her phone caught her attention. She scrambled for her phone and quietly shrieked at the words on her screen.

Hello, (Y/N). I’m glad you’re feeling better, hopefully, no symptoms will arise once more. And I did have a good day at work, although I missed our afternoon book chats. I have a free day on Sunday. Tell me a time and I can meet you in Port Angeles. Hope that day is good for you.

“He said yes. If he were actually married, he wouldn’t have said yes,” she thought.

So, she typed back.

I’m glad you had a good day, and the book chats have an easy fix. I’m just a phone call away. As for Sunday, it’s a perfect day. I think around 5:30 would be a good time for dinner. Let me know if it works.

Sent.

Seconds later, another beep.

I’ll make sure to schedule those calls then. 5:30 sounds perfect. I’ll see you there. Have a good night, (Y/N).

See you then, Carlisle. Good night. 😊

(Y/N) smiled at her phone, joy wanting to burst from her body. She was reveling in this new feeling and the happiness it brought her. If it was Carlisle, it was worth it, she believed.

That night she went to sleep with the biggest smile she had experienced in her life. Unbeknownst to the life-changing moments that were to follow this meeting.

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[hikarimiyanaga]

The Dimitrescu Ladies and Donna Beneviento with their S/O who is a Reaper.

Requested by the lovely @kristieray

A/N:

I don't know if this makes sense but I just love the idea that there are many reapers out there. So Reader is not alone in being a reaper.

She also has typical Reaper powers and a scythe as a weapon.

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

You were a free-spirited reaper. Most of the other reapers get annoyed at you because sometimes you make the job more interesting.

You get to the village to guide a soul when a certain giant lady got your attention. You gulp as your eyes follow her.

"Y/N!" Your fellow reaper sighs at you. "Stop staring at the giant lady with no soul and guide this one!" The ghost waves at you and you nod.

You guide the ghost to the afterlife and come back to the village. It was weird. Seeing someone with no soul whatsoever. Souls are what makes a human human. If they have no soul? Are they even considered as one?

You roam the Castle and got even curious of the Giant lady. She could tower over you.

"Who goes there?" You hum as Alcina appears before you. She seems so lifelike yet so dead. As if she was on a time still. You decide to appear before her and she gets taken aback.

"No need for any trouble. Lady. I'm just curious."

"Of what, exactly?" You smile at her.

"Of you."

Ever since then, observing Alcina has been your past time. Most of the other Reapers knew that the Village has been designated to you since you kept coming back to it.

You keep roaming the halls and sometimes even play pranks on Bela, Cassandra and Daniela.

Ray, one of your friends who is also a reaper can't believe that you actually are falling for a non-human. You just shrug at her.

You and Alcina become closer as you spend more time together.

The real test came when Ethan and BSAA came to the village. So many souls were wandering around. You quickly phone Ray so she could help the souls and you quickly came to Bela's rescue.

You push her behind you and quickly used your powers to repair the window. One of the reaper's perks.

"Ethan Winters! Don't you dare take another shot!" You state, anger fueling your body. "Don't you dare hurt her."

Ethan is actually trembling as you take another step towards him.

"I know where Rose is. I know how hard it can be to lose a child." You sigh. You've witness too many deaths, heard too many cries. So can anyone really blame you if you try to sometimes cope? To sometimes at least laugh?

You hold out your hand to him. "I'll help you get her back so just stop killing everyone I love."

"What are you?" He asks as he accepts your hand and stand.

"A reaper." You brandish your scythe and Ethan gulps. You ultimately made the four lords and the three Dimitrescu daughters leave the village.

You knew how Ethan would die if you weren't here. You assured them and even kissed Alcina as good measure.

You came back with Ethan all bloodied up but you both survived.

You were scolded and punished but it was well worth it.

You spend more time with Alcina and the girls.

You haven't officiated it but when you show up to work wearing a necklace with a ring on it, well everyone knows who it came from.

Donna Beneviento

Being a reaper can be such a downer. Every day, you witness a death. Every day, you have to guide a soul to the afterlife.

You only stumbled upon the Beneviento house accidentally. You have a curious streak to you that some of the Senior Reapers actually scold you for.

The first time you see Donna, you were curious not only of her abilities to control dolls but also her veil.

You keep observing her and visiting her till one day, you see her take off her veil.

You were surprised, because she was just so beautiful? Why would she wear a veil?

"Who's there?" She asks and you didn't realize that you materialized. You land on the ground and smile at her.

"My name's Y/N. I'm just a curious reaper."

"Reaper?" You nod. You look at Angie and realize.

"Your soul is embedded in them."

"What?" You tilt your head. You thought she knew but apparently she didn't.

"This doll. And all the other dolls? A small part of your soul is embedded in them." You hum. "That's amazing." Donna blushes under her veil.

Ever since then, you visit Donna and Angie whenever you have your day off. Sometimes even when you should be working, you'd stop by for a quick glance at her.

One day, you had a rough day. There was an incident, one that took many lives. Too many souls who cried for their loved ones.

You get inside the Beneviento house and Donna perks up upon seeing you but you didn't have the usual vigor.

You don't tell her what happened but just hug her instead. You try not to cry at her shoulder as she rubs your back.

You don't tell anyone but she became the light at the end of the day.

So to no one's surprise, you asked her to become yours.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were friends with the grand chambermaid of the castle. She saw you once, guiding a maiden that was hunter down.

So once in a while, you visit her. Still concerned over an old friend.

Bela caught your eye when she was reading about your job. Being a reaper.

You hum as she turns the pages then scoff. You materialize right beside her and she yelps in surprise.

"This is bullshit!" You say as you take the book. "Even we don't know why we're chosen! Chosen ones my ass." You grumble.

You sigh. And Bela stands. "Are you a reaper?" You nod.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to take anyone's soul or something like that. Just visiting an old friend."

"An old friend?" You nod. She looks at the book then gets her journal and pen.

"If you don't mind then, I really would like to differentiate facts from fiction." You smile at her curiousity.

It was the start of a friendship between you and the oldest daughter.

You would visit her every chance you can get while Bela is always excited to wait for you.

One day, you see the three Dimitrescus hunting down a maiden and you sigh.

"So you guys are the main reasons why girls are always the ones who are mostly dead around here." Bela blushes as you materialize out of nowhere.

She splutters as she tries to find excuses but you just pat her head and smile sadly. "Must be hard."

She nods and you hug her. You don't tell her with words but you hope your actions are enough. That she'll know.

One day, when you gather your courage, you ask Bela out on a date.

And one day as well, when you've noticed how much you've fallen, you propose to her.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You were just a wandering reaper. Hoping that you won't come across a soul in needing of guidance to the afterlife.

One night, you see a blur of bugs pass you. You then sense that a soul was nearby. Did that blur just killed someone?

You follow your senses and your guess was right. Only that blur is now a girl and carrying the body of the soul. You guide the soul to the afterlife.

By then, you were intrigued by Cassandra. Something about her just triggers your curiosity.

You keep observing her. Her hobbies, her interest and you were amazed by her paintings.

One day, when you thought she was asleep. You materialize as you admire her painting.

"Who are you!?" She asks as she wields her sickle and you just raise an eyebrow at her.

"Look, I like you a lot but don't even try. I'm too tired and would like to just admire your paintings." Your honesty made her blush.

Ever since then, you would materialize when you visit her and she would look forward to showing off her paintings and drawings to you.

One day, Cassandra was all fidgety and shy. You hum as you materialize. Was something wrong?

"I would like to paint you." She says and you can't help but smile as you nod.

People rarely look forward to meeting you or the other reapers. And those who claim they do are either lying or just too tired.

Each visit with Cassandra was fun, you say random facts about being a reaper and she chimes in things about being a witch.

Before the painting was even finished. The both of you have made it official.

And you look forward to seeing her as much as she looks forward to seeing you.

Daniela Dimitrescu

You were guiding a soul of a maiden when Daniela sees you. She thought you were trying to steal a maiden.

She tried to attack you and the maiden so you brandish your scythe to stop her.

She freezes as she admires your weapon and you raise an eyebrow at her. How did she even see you?

You knew some creatures can naturally see reapers, even some humans can. You shake your head and guide the soul as planned.

You got curious of her so you went back to the castle. You explored as you didn't see her at first.

"Boo!" She tried to surprise you, she really did, but as a reaper, your senses are heightened, so you can sense her presence from a mile away. You just turn to her.

"So you really can see me?"

"Yeah? Doesn't everyone?" You shake your head.

"Not unless they're dead. People typically don't want to see me or my co-workers."

"Co-workers?" You smile.

"You didn't think that I'm the only reaper around, right?"

She drags you to the library and you tell her many stories.

Stories that you heard. Stories that you've experienced. Things that you've seen.

And every single time, she was just amazed.

In return, she tells you about the books she loves. The family she would do anything for.

Alcina, her mother that may be strict and busy sometimes but still protective and warm all the same.

Bela, the eldest who always scolds her for her antics but still listens to some of her ramblings.

And Cassandra, the middle child whom she's competitive with, whom would always treat her as an equal.

There was just something about her while she talked about her family that you kiss her.

She was surprised at first but kisses back nonetheless.

You pull away with a smile and she does the same.

You bask in her presence then kiss her forehead.

"I do hope I'll see you more often now." You laugh at her statement and agree.

You'll visit the castle more often just for her.

A/N:

I am so sorry this took so long.

I've been having headaches for the past few days and I tried everything to chase them away.

I'm feeling a bit better now.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

[river-bottom-nightmare]

the justice league often mentioned how close the titans were . they, and later other heroes as well, mused about how no matter who was on the team or which members kept cycling through or whatever horrors and betrayals they’d faced, the five of them stayed remarkably inseparable.

but it had honestly become dick, roy, donna, wally, and garth’s way of life, so they shrugged and moved on with their lives.

even so, with and casual touches commonplace and with each other’s secrets tangling in the air between them, there were some things they don’t talk about. things that would be a little odd, things that don’t need to be brought up again, things that would cause hurt feelings, things that would be funny but awkward. they don’t talk about the time they walked in on garth stapling a bunch of stuffed animals to the ceiling while naked (donna just blinked, then closed the door and walked out). they don’t talk about donna and roy’s relationship, or how roy and dick used to fuck, and how lian had brought out a side to roy that the entire team almost preferred to who he was before (donna and dick had discovered that they liked roy’s protective, sweeping hugs more than his deep kisses anyway). they don’t talk about the veritable mountain of scented creams and massage oils that dick just keeps on buying but never using (garth tried to use them once and dick hissed and threw a spatula at him so the rest of them stay away). and they don’t talk about dick and wally.

roy doesn’t mention the get together that dick likes to call a “meeting” because he wants to keep the team on track, when in reality they’re sitting around eating pizza and watching movies like they used to do years ago, nostalgia heavy and sweet around them. the actor on the tv says a quip paired with a smirk, dick responds with a muttered dirty joke because he’s been spending entirely too much time with red hood, wally snorts and says, “liar, you loved it last night when i–” and dick slams his hand over wally’s mouth. roy just shrugs amidst wally’s muffled laughter, grinning about winning a bet with himself on when dick would finally sleep with the last of his redhead friends.

donna doesn’t say anything when she crashes at dick’s apartment one night, making a pit stop in the rather obnoxiously large new york penthouse while on her way to gateway. she notes all of the photographs dick has randomly framed throughout the rooms with a sense of satisfaction, delight maybe. except she forgot that wally lives with dick now, a temporary arrangement that helps the both of them while wally gets his phd and dick comes to terms with the fact that he’s happy going part time at a liberal arts college and teaching on the side. donna doesn’t really know what wally contributes other than maybe the memorization of dick’s orders at all takeout restaurants in a five-mile radius. still, she doesn’t say anything when she walks past the master bedroom on the way to the guest room and hears relaxed, content laughter through the crack in the door, and she doesn’t say anything when that laughter turns into not-so-relaxed but definitely content moans floating down the hallway. she just snorts and slides her headphones: the big, noise-cancelling kind.

garth doesn’t tease them when wally’s large nyu sweatshirts find themselves wrapped around dick’s frame, the acrobat sighing into the comfort of them. he makes note of the deep black lace from dick’s combat boots threading through the loops of wally’s worn nikes. he laughs a little at the flash keychain dangling from dick’s keyring, one he keeps specifically to irritate bruce. instead, garth tosses some wally’s sweatshirts on dick’s bed when he’s on laundry duty in the tower, and gives wally a couple of dick’s own. he buys them both gag gifts of the others’ symbol on their birthday (and how convenient, read: adorable, is it that the two of them share a birthday?) and makes sure donna snaps a picture of the delighted looks on their faces. the two of them are so goddamn pleased at each one of these instances, so happy, that garth can’t even find it in himself to make fun of them.

roy keeps it to himself when he notices dick and wally sliding into the same side of a booth together at restaurants. usually, donna will sit with them, across from roy and garth, since donna and dick are the physically smallest people on the team, and like any pair of best friends, she’ll sling her arm around his shoulder and he’ll poke her when he’s bored. but lately, there’s always been a little bit of space between the two of them. in contrast, dick’s practically plastered to wally’s side, and wally’s leaning against dick just as much. roy hides his indulgent little smile when the two of them pick food off of each other’s plates, wally sliding his pickles to dick in a smooth movement and dick handing over most of his fries almost instinctually. dick plucks the lemon from his water in an unconscious movement, giving it to wally to suck on, and wally passes dick the hot sauce without dick even opening his mouth. their hands disappear under the table, and roy would bet donna’s swanky-professional-camera that they’re holding hands. he lets them teeter on the edge of they-know-they-don’t-know when the titans are together, because he can’t really stop himself from being the asshole best friend after years of it becoming second nature. but when it’s just the three of them plus lian eating out, he’ll order an extra dessert whenever lian asks, just so the two of them can sit a little longer.

and donna doesn’t say a word when dick starts wearing a ring when he’s in civvies, a priceless looking replica of the flash ring that speedsters keep their suit in. it’s hidden in one of the many secret pockets in dick’s suit when he’s nightwing, but when he’s just dick grayson, he fiddles with it constantly, turning it and roughly tracing over the emblem and switching it between his fingers. donna even keeps quiet when dick shows up at titans tower for a training session with the newer kids with the ring firmly on his fourth finger for the first time. she just heads over to the kitchen, where wally’s making a veritable mountain of scrambled eggs, and wraps him in a hug. wally, in a move odd for the speedster, doesn’t speak in response. he just flushes as red as his hair and hugged donna back, squeezing her hand when she pulls away.

and that gesture is enough. there may some things they don’t talk about because it’s strange or troublesome, but there are also a host of things they don’t talk about because they don’t need to. they’re close enough to understand the significance of what it means anyway. 

real talk i have no idea what the fuck this was. i just felt like writing. so. uh. yea.

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[eggtoasties]

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Rating: G 

Word Count: 1.2k of tooth rotting dad!kuroo

Summary: Love is in the little things: Brita filters, sesame seeds, and frozen waffles.

Music plays softly in the background as Kuroo works diligently in the kitchen. Against the backsplash of white tile, glass containers dotting the wooden shelves, and stainless steel appliances in the modern kitchen, Kuroo Tetsurou wears a bright red apron with the words “Kiss the Chef” written garishly across the front.

On a tray he’s already balanced a stack of incredibly fluffy pancakes covered in a light dusting of powdered sugar, topped with the ripest berries. He’s taken out the nice porcelain that’s stored on the top most shelves—only to be used on special occasions, she said—and filled the matching bowls with an assortment of fruits and granola from the farmer’s market.

He hums to himself as he places the sunny side up eggs just so on the plate and delicately shakes the spice bottles to ensure an even layer. Putting the final touches on the food, he starts the espresso machine while he peels several oranges to hand squeeze. In the middle of his fourth orange, Kuroo hears the patter of foot steps down the stairs.

“Wow,” a small voice drawls out at his hip, “looks so good.”

A small, chubby hand reaches for a bowl and Kuroo lightly swats it away.

“Daddy did a good job, didn’t he?” Kuroo says mostly to himself, satisfied with the assortment of sweet and savory treats, so aesthetically placed he figures Martha Stewart would weep. Finishing with the last orange, he wipes his hands on his apron and moves to make the coffee, scooting the tray further away from the edge.

He feels a small tug at his pajama pant leg and looks down to see his pouting child.

“I’m hungry,” his son complains, tiny hand fisting cotton and the other resting at his hip, a mirror image of his mother.

Gently ruffling his son’s hair, still unruly from sleep, a set of heavier footsteps makes its way to the kitchen. Yawning the sleep from her eyes and sighing at the pops in her neck, Kuroo’s eldest daughter zeroes in on the breakfast spread and makes a beeline for the tray.

Swiftly blocking her warpath he grabs a dish towel and waves it in front of her like a matador to a bull. “Who are you and get out my kitchen,” Kuroo says.

She scowls up at him which makes him scowl too.

“You know what your mom says about frowning,” he lightly scolds.

“I’m young and have a great retinol,” she bites back, “what’s your excuse?” she taunts.

“Oi! What’s with the attitude so early in the morning, can’t you see I’m busy,” he says incredulously, gesturing to the breakfast tray as he catches his youngest drag a short footstool towards the counter.

With one step, Kuroo scoops him up—away from the food—and distracts him with the promise of Eggo waffles while squishing chubby cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, kissing the soft skin.

“You’re making pancakes from scratch and you’re feeding us the frozen waffles?” his daughter deadpans.

“Who said anything about feeding you guys—you have two hands,” he points out, wincing when small fists beat his chest.

At her stink eye, Kuroo curses teenage hormones and nearly runs to the beep of the espresso machine, any excuse to avoid further scrutiny from his daughter. He puts his son down and whispers for him to sit and wait for his sister to get him breakfast. His daughter—light of his life, apple of his eye, his precious darling baby girl—but an absolute menace at sixteen and unfortunately absolutely took after him in this regard.

He pours the perfect amount of hot water to the espresso and Kuroo nods approvingly at the spread: pancakes, eggs, fruit, yogurt, granola, freshly squeezed orange juice, water at room temperature because apparently cold water is bad for the stomach, and finally, hot coffee.

Rummaging in the freezer his daughter grumbles, “Can you at least get me water?”

He grabs a glass and fills it halfway and meets his daughters open mouth of disbelief. Placing his hand on his hips he mocks her expression.

“Yes?”

“You’re giving me tap water,” she says accusingly.

“The Brita is for the dog and your mom,” he retorts.

Turning away at her screech of indignation, he smiles to himself when she can’t see it. Yes, she thoroughly irritates him with her refusal to drink orange juice with pulp and completely baffles him when she doesn’t heed his advice to wear a little less eyeliner. He also definitely thinks her boyfriend is a little bit of a loser, but, he is utterly and entirely certain that she is one of the best things he has ever done with his life equal to having her brother and marrying their mother.  

His wife. Even as his ring clinks against his second cup of coffee, as it has every morning for the past several, several years they’ve been together, it still feels unreal. He thinks of her and remembers when they first met in college, first vacations, their wedding, their children’s births and even random memories from inconsequential days all at once. Like the day they got ice cream and she nearly puked in his lap on the subway because she insisted her lactose intolerance wasn’t that bad. Or when they were driving going to who knows where and there was a black sesame seed wedged in her tooth as she smiled at him and the car behind him honked for him to move because he was so dumbstruck by the way she smiled at him. When he thinks of her, a million memories and thoughts come rushing in at once to meld together to overwhelm him with one unmistakable emotion.

He figures he’ll never be able to articulate exactly how much she means to him with words. Hell, even for their wedding vows they had agreed to save the sappy stuff for afterwards—in private. He shyly presented a well-worn, heavily creased, ten page manifesto of his love in their hotel room, heart beating faster than it had during the wedding, feeling more exposed in that moment than when he was at the altar in front of all of their friends and family. His hands shook as she read each page, mouthing his words so tenderly back at him and he’s never told her that that moment was more nerve wracking than when he proposed.

So, he hopes that breakfast in bed makes up for it. Or, breakfast at their side table because she has a thing about crumbs in her bed. But nothing screams ‘domestic bliss’ to Kuroo quite like the idea of pancakes in bed and that’s why he’s bought so many bed trays even though she rolls her eyes every time.

And maybe, that’s what love is. Delivering breakfast in bed to your no-food-in-the-bed rule making partner on the trays she banned from the house. But, because you were so focused on making the perfect heart shaped pancakes and the fact that you bought a very expensive ring a long time ago, she’ll forgive you and ignore your citrus stained hands as you tenderly stroke her hair until she wakes.

Kuroo grins to himself as he makes his way to their bedroom, tapping his wedding ring against the handle and feeling the small weight of the gift box in his left pocket.