#she'll talk my ear off when she's in a good mood but if i talk the same amount she gets irritated and zones out or just starts being rude

[mainfaggot]

little sisters are a test from god actually

[serxinns]

idk if u do angst or not but i love me so good angst so if u dont mind can u do some kiribaku x reader angst plz i would love that thx like they cooking for kiri and bakugo and bakugo complains about how little reader dose and kiri agrees cuz they just kinda stay at home and clean do the laundry and so like after he says that she gets mad so the next day she does nothing and like just reads like doesn't cook for them that night doesn't do there laundry and doesn't clean the house that day and at first bakugo's mad about it and kiri doesn't know what to feel and this go's for a few day and kiri and bakugo have to do everything and the see how hard it is and apologizes to reader! i think it cute

thank you plz dont feel like u have to! i love ur writing

*evil laughter* you fool I AM THE IDEAL ANGST WRITER AND IM A KIRIBAKU FAN IM A YUZUYA FAN AFTER ALL 😈

You were humming along to your favorite song as you were carrying 3 baskets of both your husband's clothes "That's About all of them" you huffed in relief you then grabbed and poured all the bleached cleaning chemicals in there and the clothes and turned on the washing machine "ok so I cleaned the room unclothed the sink and the toilet went and got groceries what else..." you were thinking for a while until a delight smell met your nose

"Man whatever Kats is cooking must be good I might sneak a bite or two.." a mischievous grin started forming on your face you crept out of the laundry room in the halls to where the kitchen to hear Kiri and Katsuki talking, you leaned your ear closer and it seems like they were talking about you

"And then when I came back I saw y/n tried and laying on the couch sleeping like a layout sloth with MY favorite chips in hand! " You giggled as you heard Katsuki angrily rambling on to his other lover Kiri about you slacking off thinking he was still holding a grudge about the snack incident"God I wish she could just do SOMETHING around the house rather than clean and BARELY cooking shes so..LAZY" "bakugo don't be so mean but yea I kinda agree I wish she could do more in the house rather than clean.."

Your heart stung at that very moment tears started to swell up in your eyes you had to carry Kiri's 2000-pound dumbbells when it was delivered at his home which bruised your hands and arms pretty bad, another time you saw permanent stainsmon Akatsuki's hero suit due to a battle with a notorious villain and decided to spend all your savings try and get it off, the more rambling they went on about you being "Lazy" the more angry and hurt you were

You then ran up the stairs and stuffed your face into the pillow and cried softly were you not working hard enough? After all the bruises cuts and money worth nothing? Were you actually Lazy? Thoughts swirled around your head and you lost your appetite you didn't feel like sleeping with them so you grabbed a pillow and blanket and slept in the guest room for tonight, you locked the door making sure they wouldn't barge in

Suddenly a knock on the door alerted you "Hey baby you there why are you in the guest room?" Kiri asked concern filling his voice but you ignored him getting the pillow and putting it on your head, Kiri tried a few more times getting more worried for you so he quickly ran down to get Katsuki about the situation "hèy blast y/n locked herself in the guest room... I think they're ignoring me" katsuki rolled his eyes while brushing his teeth getting ready for bed

"She's probably in her "dramatic bitch phase moods" or whatever she calls it she'll prob get over it in the morning," he said waving it off "but it feels like shes mad at us.. I think we should-" he was cut off by katsuki kissing him on the lips "El they'll be fine I'm sure of it plus she'll prob crawl back into bed without us knowing in the middle of the night now good night" katsuki pecked kiri on the cheek and jumped into bed Kiri took one last Glance in corners and slowly climbed in the bed feeling a bit empty even katsuki felt it so he clung onto Kiri but it was still empty and cold without you

The next morning they woke up and there was still no you, katsuki glanced at the space and rolled his eyes maybe you are mad.. or you woke up early to cook breakfast? Katsuki then took a shower and then got ready, you normally already had his warm dry clothes in the drawers but to his surprise, they were all soaking "Y/N!" He yelled out stomping around to hunt you down for this cruel prank but to find out you already left without their breakfast... only but a note and plain grain cereal saying "Here's your breakfast breakfast 😁"

Katsuki was stunned knowing that you would go all out making them a big breakfast with their drinks and everything decorated Kiri followed behind him yawning he glanced at the table and looked a bit worried "Katsuki what if we did make her upset" Katsuki groaned at his boyfriends whining and turn towards him "she's not mad she's probably was too lazy to do it and even if she was she can't go that far we can outlast her rebellion" he said with confidence

It's been 2 days and it's been hell you weren't lifting a finger for them and both of your boys weren't too pleased with that, katsuki wasn't used to washing clothes so he accidentally mixed the colored clothes with the white clothes which stained some of the white clothes to his annoyance, Kiri was freaking out that there was red hair dye left and he had hero meaning to go and his hair was almost turning black he begged you to go to the store but to his defeat you just stared at him and politely said no and got back to your reading

Katsuki was getting enraged by your sudden behavior so he confronted you with a beaming glare "Oi what's with this shitty attitude your pulling?" "Blasty no!" You tilted your head innocently at the 2 Men "What do you mean I'm doing something" You were about to go back to your read when Katsuki snatched the book and slammed it on the counter you glared at him "I had enough of this shitty attitude woman you have been doing less and less work each day and we're paying the consequences"

you scoffed "But is this what I am right a Lazy bum" Katsuki was about to question you about your statement but then it hit him..the memory of him and Kiri talking about you... "you heard our conversation" you looked over to him as your eyes narrow "at every single last word" Kirishima swelled up with guilt avoiding eye contact with white katsuki was still glaring

"Listen, baby, we're sorry it won-" "Oh don't give me that half ass apology you're gonna have to work for it BIG TIME" "Oh please like we deserve your forgiveness just because you're not doing much" You laughed sarcastically and got in his face

"I bet your ass wouldn't last a week without me doing the housework" "Fine winner gets to use the others credit card for the day and make them breakfast in bed for almost a week" "what!? Bakugan I dont think-" "Deal" you cut off Kirishima as you shook hands with the blond "what have I gotten into"

The next few days were hell! Most of Kiri and katsuki's colored clothes were bleached due to Kiri accidentally putting them in the colored clothes rather than putting them in the white clothes all their clothes were full of dye stains that day while you happily shopped you some clothes,

Katsuki, on the other hand, was worse he didn't have any time to make breakfast or lunch so he went on for the day cranky and hungry having to eat cheap instant ramen in his break and was questioned by fans on why was there Clear dye stain on his suit and kiri got laughed by both his friends and in the agency about his hair drooping and all black colored making his fans chased after him with questions or stating they liked his hair red which was to his annoyance

You watched as the two boys struggled with doing their jobs as you sat there secretly giggling to yourself and talking with your friends on the phone like a form to brag it to them

"Katuki im gonna apologize it's getting too much..." Kiri told Katsuki as he was struggling to mow the lawn (you also do that) "Are you kidding you giving up that easily because she was a" "No Bakugo because I know to feel what's it like its hard, look at you, your struggling to turn on the lawn mower your clothes are stained and we haven't eaten no good meals in over a week I'm tried katsuki and you are too"

katsuki stood they're quietly he didn't wanna admit but it was true it had been torture without you hell even if they kept going like this the whole house would be a disaster but not inky that their relationship would be stained and he didn't want that he truly loved you two even if he doesn't show it and he doesn't mean or intentionally wanna hurt you was he really taking it to far? That's what he made his final decision

"Fine.." Kiri turned slowly turned into smirk a bit "what was that couldn't hea-" "I SAID FINE DONT PUSH IT YOU DAMN ROCK" he chucked putting hands up in defeat "alright alright I heard you thr 1st time kats!" He chuckled as both was finding a way to make it up to you when you got home

You arrived at your home signing it's been a long day for you even tho you barely did anything you had a lot on your mind wondering was too far but were still confident that they needed to learn their lesson!, you got to your doorstep seeing a note that said "come in there's a surprised" in both Katsuki and Eljirou handwriting you raised your brow a bit but curious to know what was the surprise about

You slowly open the door revealing a fancy dinner table with all your favorite foods' petals on the floor what's next to the dish is a small gift right beside it "You look over to see both Your husbands' faces guilt written all over, you narrowed put your hands on your hips pretending to not be happy "so what's all this" katsuki sighed knowing that you were still mad at them which was reasonable "an apology i-no we're sorry for what we say I know this isn't much" you glanced I silently "but we also ran a warm bath for you with your favorite show recorded-"

you cut the men off by tackling them with a hug happy tears fllow "I COULDNT DO IT ANYMORE I HATED THIS CHALLENGE" Kiri's face was starting to swell up in tears as well "ME NEITHER" Both you and Kiri cried dramatically while Katsuki stood there genuinely smiling and chuckling a bit

"What are you laughing at blasty" glaring playfully at the blond who was on the edge of wanting to bust out laughing at his partner's dramatic performance

"Nothing" he smirked he was just glad everything was back to normal "So who wanna watch (favorite show)"

[shaunamilfman]

Being Jackie Taylor's controversially young gf

pairing: jackie taylor x reader note: let me be delusional lmaoo

definitely broke up a semi-serious relationship with a man she'd been dating for a year or so when she realized she would have to spend the rest of her life with that guy. In my mind she got really drunk one night at a sorority party and had an “oh, shit” moment and avoided him for two weeks before breaking up with him. 

i see Jackie as a news anchor. honestly, I think it would really fit her. always struck me as a morning person.

meets you at a coffee shop that she has to rush into at the crack of dawn before work. she's so fucking happy and in a good mood that it puts you off at first. like seriously, it's like 6 AM, why is she smiling??

Jackie immediately takes a liking to you. starts going out of her way to stop by whenever you're working, even though it's five minutes out of her way and she likes the coffee at the other shop better. 

she's so flirty, incessantly even. she derives so much pleasure from making you nervous. even with all the flirting she does, she doesn't seriously expect you to reciprocate her interest. she's immediately stunned and a little unsure when she realizes you wrote a flirty comment on her cup, because don't you realize how old she is? 

comes back in the next day and mentions it and is immediately flattered when you just shrug and hand her the usual before she can even order it. Jackie's so flustered by your attention that she leaves without paying. runs back ten minutes later and practically throws the money at you before sprinting back to work. 

Jackie really likes the fact that you don't know who she is. i mean, who watches the news anymore?? 

you finally catch a clip of her as the anchor and realize what she does. she gets so shy when you tease her about it. asking her for her autograph as a joke and she's tripping over herself and bright red

god, she's never like this but you just make her so nervous sometimes. makes her feel like a kid again and she never thought she'd like that. 

doesn't even cross her mind to be embarrassed or hesitant about dating someone half her age. starts talking about your college classes and one of her friends is like “oh, it's good they're going back to college at their age” and Jackie's just like “oh no, they went straight out of highschool 🥰.” doesn't even notice the way their jaw dropped as they're doing the math. 

worries constantly about how you perceive her. she seems so charismatic and confident that you wouldn't think she would be so insecure, but it's constantly on her mind. she's not embarrassed about you at all but she keeps waiting for the day that you realize she's too ‘old’ ever since someone pointed that out to her for the first time. 

tries way too hard to seem hip and cool. she spent hours researching how to use modern slang correctly even though she already mostly had it down. 

over the moon whenever you reference liking something from the 90s. she'll talk your fucking ear off about it if you let her. 

Jackie values your validation a lot less than she would've at 18, but she still really needs to be the center of your attention. one off comment from you can really have her off kilter for the rest of the day even if you didn't mean it. Jackie's more chill about it now, but she still has a desperate need to be liked. 

she gets so jealous when it comes to people your own age. there's so many spaces you’re in that she really just can't enter due to her age and it drives her crazy thinking about all the people who might be able to relate to you better or on a different level. 

such a reality TV fan. has you on the couch for days getting caught up on all 12 seasons of her favorite show before the new season airs. you just know she's got the best snacks though. 

ridiculously supportive of every little thing you do. if it has a competition attached, trust that she will be in the front row with your picture on a t-shirt. People definitely think she's your mom with how extra she is about it, but she doesn't even care. the crowd audibly gasps when she kisses you afterward, but she doesn't notice as she's too busy hyping you up about getting fifth place.

most considerate gift giver on the planet, I swear. she only gets better with age. it's so sweet and thoughtful that you almost tear up every time. 

won't lie about her age but also won't correct other people. your friends are like “what is she, thirty???” in disbelief when they meet for the first time and Jackie's ass is just like “... yes. that's it.” 

world’s most expensive makeup collection, i swear. it’s so expansive that you're almost in awe the first time you see it. entire shelves dedicated solely to it

sometimes when you get bored sitting outside the shower listening to Jackie yap you start googling the prices of things just to feel something. what do you mean that skin cream was $250???

Offers to give you a tour as an excuse to get you into her room. You’re looking around her one-story house like 🤔. You’re not sure there’s a single room in this house you can’t see from the living room, but you’re not stupid enough to give up that chance.

[phoward89]

Series Masterlist

Chapter 5:

Coriolanus is at the PK Base in the communications center, sitting in one of the video phone booths. He's holding the receiver to his ear and watching the staticy small screen; waiting for Tigris to answer. He has so much to tell her. In fact, he's over the moon to tell her all about the love of his life: you. He's absolutely positive that she'll be happy for him.

When the static breaks and then clears slightly to show his cousin, he smiles like a madman. “Tigris, it's so good to see you!” Coriolanus exclaims, so much excitement in his baritone.

Tigris' gentle blue eyes widened slightly at her cousin's chipper demeanor. He was usually sullen during their sporatic calls. “Oh, Coryo, you look so much happier since the last time we talked. Did something happen?” The blonde girl asked, curious to know why her cousin was suddenly in a better mood.

“Yes.” Coryo nodded. Beaming, he blurted out, “I got a girl, Y/N, and she's just a perfect sweet darling.” His baby blues were sparkling with pride as he added in, “We’re serious, have our own place and when I pass the Elite Officer's Examine we’ll be able to leave 8.”

“Oh…” Tigris trailed off, her face full of shock. She wasn't expecting her cousin to be so serious with somebody so soon. Especially after he seemed so heartbroken about never being able to see Lucy Gray ever again.

Was Tigris wrong in her assumption that Coryo loved the songbird? If so, then she truly hopes that he's found love with you. But she also knows that her cousin has the genetics that can easily make him become like his father: General Crassus Snow.

Hearing him say that he's taking an Elite Officer's Exam makes her skin crawl. Tigris knows how cold the officers are in the various branches of Panem's military; she doesn't want her sweet cousin to be turned into a cold, heartless, hateful man to be used as a tool for the country.

A country that kills tweens and teens for entertainment disguised as punishment. Gosh, everything about Panem makes Tigris sick. And to think that her cousin, her sweet little Coryo who's a good person, could be used in a way to support the country's propaganda and skewed outlook bothers her. Makes her blood freeze up in her veins.

“Isn’t it great news, Tigris?” The platinum blonde peacekeeper asked, fishing for praises.

“Yes, yes it is, Coryo.” Tigris replied, her smile a bit too tight, too forced, and her voice a bit flat.

Coryo's face fell at his cousin's overly fake reply. “I thought you'd be happy for me Tigris.”

“I am happy for you, Coryo. I am.” Tigris weakly assured her cousin.

“I've found somebody that makes me happy, who needs me; makes me feel powerful, and I'm one step closer to getting us back home, to the Capitol. But, you don't sound as happy about it as you claim to be.”

“Coryo…” Tigris sighed, trying to find the right words to tell him about the hardships that have fallen upon their family within the last few weeks.

“Is Grandma’am around?” Asked the platinum peacekeeper. “I'm sure that she'd be happy to hear about my accomplishments.”

“Coryo, Grandma'am’s in hospice.” Tigris revealed, her tone sad as her face twitched with sorrow.

“Hospice! What do you mean she's in hospice? She was fine a month ago, what the hell did you do to her, Tigris?!”

“Me? Oh, Coriolanus, do you hear yourself right now?” The blonde aspiring fashionista snipped. Shaking her head, Tigris started to explain, “Grandma’am just shut down and started to wither away after we lost the penthouse-”

Coriolanus icy eyes popped out of his head. “Y-you lost the penthouse?! When were you going to tell me this, Tigris? Huh?”

“The back taxes were just too much to pay, so the penthouse was put on the market. But, Pluribus is letting me stay in the apartment above his club.”

“Okay, but what does any of this have to do with Grandma'am being admitted to hospice care?”

“Coryo, having to declare bankruptcy and sell the penthouse; letting all of the Capitol know that the Snow's are poor just broke her dear old heart.”

“She's dying from a broken heart? Really?” Coriolanus asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” Tigris nods. “The doctor said that Grandma’am lost the will to live; that it'll only be a short matter of time before she goes. And she's already in a catatonic state.”

“Are you still working for Fabricia Whatnot?” Coryo asked, his baritone colder than it had been mere minutes ago.

“Yes, I'm still working for her.” His cousin confirms with a nod.

“Good, because I won't be sending half of my pay to you anymore. The Grandma’am will be dead soon, due to her own pride and self induced delusions, and my money, honestly, is better suited taking care of my girl here in 8.” Coriolanus told Tigris in a chilly tone. One so chilly that it'd cause hell to freeze over.

“Coryo-” Tigris began, confusion all over her makeup slathered face, only to be cut off by Coriolanus’ icily steady voice saying, “I'm all my girl’s got, Tigris. I have to take care of her.” Looking at his cousin like he didn't even know her anymore, he remarked, “Unlike you, Y/N doesn't lie to me about how bad things are. At least she's honest, but you've had to have known for months about the past due back taxes on the penthouse and you never said a damn word to me about it.”

“Coryo…I didn't want you to worry about us. I was taking care of everything.”

“Time’s about up, Tigris.” The platinum peacekeeper announced, feeling betrayed and lied to by his cousin, who he viewed as more of a sister then a cousin.

“Coriolanus, you sound just like your father right now.” Tigris pointed out, her heart breaking at hearing the frostiness in his baritone and seeing cold deadness in his eyes.

“Well, I am his son. Perhaps I'll follow in his footsteps; rise to military greatness.” Private Snow told his cousin before saying a curt goodbye and hanging up on her.

It's getting close to the time that Coryo usually comes home from work and you're in the small kitchenette making dinner. It's nothing too fancy, just a simple stew. But your platinum peacekeeper never complained about what you made. He always ate his supper with a smile plastered on his face. In fact, he'd usually get seconds; pester you into eating another share too (he always said it was in order to build up your strength so you'll heal faster).

You're stirring the pot, making sure that nothing sticks to the bottom, whenever a faint knock appears at your door. You almost don't hear it over the sound of the radio, that's how light the knock is. Not wanting the stew you worked so hard on this afternoon to burn, you turn off the stove before going to answer the door.

“Ashlie, what're you doing here?” You asked your brother’s former girlfriend as she stood in front of you.

“Some of the girls at the factory are worried about you; I said I'd stop by and check up on you after my shift.” Ashlie answered as you heard the sound of Coryo's boots clambering up the building’s staircase.

Nodding, you simply said, “I'm fine.”

“Are you, Y/N?” Ashlie pressed.

Nice of her to worry about you now, but where was she before?

“There's been rumors that you've taken up with that blonde peacekeeper. That he's been living with you.” Ashlie all but hissed in a shameful tone.

“It's not a rumor.” You told her while noticing Coryo's tall denim clad frame appear at the top of the stairs, right down the hall.

“Look, Y/N, I'm sorry about not being around as often as I should, but if you need help gettin’ away from that peacekeeper I'm sure that Declan can help smuggle you out of the district.”

Smuggle you out where? You don't have any money and you're all alone. How are you going to survive hiding out in another district? Districts you're sure are just as bad if not worse than 8. The poor, lower end districts are all clumped together and, frankly, they seem to get worse and worse as you start going between them.

At least with Coryo your rent's paid, you've got enough food to eat, and you're not cold anymore. He’s decent company, when he's not in a condescending mood, and he seems to be devoted to you despite not knowing you that long. With Coryo you're comfortable for the first time in a long time. For once since moving to 8 you're not tempted to do a swan dive off the bridge into the toxic river surrounding the district.

You'll take your chances with your peacekeeper.

Shaking your head, as Coriolanus trudged down the hall, you told Ashlie, “I'm fine here with Coryo. He takes good care of me, so you don't need to worry.”

“And what happens when he gets bored of you; tosses you aside for another girl?” Ashlie asked as your boyfriend got closer. “Y/N, sweetheart, don't be a fool and trust him. He's a Peacekeeper for Christ’s sakes.” Berates your once sister. “One bred straight from the Capitol as I understand too.” The brunette spat out in disgust, right as your platinum peacekeeper appeared behind the girl that's slandering him.

“Darling, is this ratty whore bothering you?” Coryo coldly asked, his icy eyes narrowed at the girl blocking his way into the apartment, as he came to a stop right by the door.

His frosty timbre startles Ashlie; has her jumping out of her skin. Coryo's tone of voice doesn't bother you one bit. Why should it? His coldness isn't aimed at you.

“She was just leaving.” You assure your boyfriend, only to give Ashlie a look that reads ‘you need to go, now'.

“Well the girls at the factory are worried about you; hopefully you'll be able to return to work soon.” Ashlie remarked instead of leaving, like she should’ve done.

“She won't be returning to work at the factory.” Coryo bluntly announced, pushing himself by Ashlie and literally shoving you inside of the apartment. He blocked your view with his tall, sinewy frame while standing right in the doorway.

The platinum blonde's head lifted up in superiority. His glacier blue eyes bore into the former Seam girl with disdain as he explained, “As Y/N’s man, I take care of her and pride myself in treating her the way a proper Capitol born man treats his girl.” Gripping the door so hard that the wood began to splinter and crack, he barked out, “You're not needed around here. She's got me, so leave or else I'll bring you to base and turn you in as a rebel.”

Ashlie's Seam grey eyes widened in fear and horror at hearing Coriolanus’ words. With the rumors that she's heard about you being kept under lock and key by the platinum blonde peacekeeper, who by now everyone knew was sent from the Capitol; was a second generation military man, Ashlie was starting to worry about you. And when the girls that worked with you on the looms in the PK uniform factory’s weaving room started to express their worries to Ashlie, well she decided to pay you a visit.

Offer you some much needed support. A lifeline out of the predicament you're in.

But the brunette wasn't expecting you to turn down her help, to insist on staying with your oppressor. She also didn't think she'd be threatened by said oppressor, the pretty boy peacekeeper from hell itself. Ashlie feared for both her own safety and yours.

Maybe she should've came around more often, then maybe you wouldn't have become such easy prey for a peacekeeper with a cold hateful glint in his eyes.

“And the next time you show up to my house I'll have you hanged off the bridge’s trestle.” Coriolanus darkly promised, his face a mask showing no feelings, before slamming the door shut in Ashlie's face.

Coryo was quiet as he shed his coat, hanging it up on the hook near the door. “I made stew. I'll go dip it up.” You told him while he began to unlace his boots.

“It smells good, darling.” Coriolanus complimented, slipping out of his black boots, as you grabbed some bowls from the cabinet.

“You say that about everything I make.” You teased, portioning out the stew into a pair of bowls as Coryo pulled off his denim fatigue shirt.

Walking over to the table and laying his denim overshirt on the back of his chair, the platinum blonde simply said, “Because it's true.”

The atmosphere in the room wasn't heavy per say, but it wasn't light either. You felt like something happened today, something to put him in a sort of mood. And not a good one either. You really didn't want to stoke his mood into a roaring fire of unliveable sassy attitude, so you didn't say a teasing word back to him.

No, you just carried the bowls of stew over to the small table as Coryo took his seat at it. You couldn't help, but slip on a smile at the sight of your giant of a boyfriend dwarfing the sorry excuse for a kitchen table you had. Hell, the table looked more like a small school desk as he sat at it.

Silently, Coryo followed your every move with his icy eyes. He watched as you set the food on the table before fetching the bottle of milk from the fridge. Coryo knows how luxurious fresh milk is, so he's proud that he can buy it for you. He himself went without it for so many years in the Capitol.

The Snow family always seemed to go without; to struggle within the safe borders of the Capitol. Something that he was supposed to change. Coriolanus was supposed to dig his family out of poverty, but instead his family's been torn apart.

All because Tigris lied to him about how bad things really were.

Fuck!

He would've found a way to get her the money for the back taxes, to avoid a foreclosure on the Snow ancestral home, if she would've only told him that she couldn't pay.

How could Tigris, his own cousin, do that to Grandma’am; to him? And most of all to you.

You!

Who he promised to whisk away to the Capitol once he was able to. Now where are the both of you going to go when he gets clearance as an Elite Officer to return home: to the Capitol? He sure as hell can't bring you to the above club shoebox apartment Pluribus gave Tigris.

And to think that his Grandma’am's dying from a broken heart because her home was taken from her. Her beloved rooftop rose garden that was her joy is now withered if not destroyed by the highest bidder. To think that the old lady's in hospice, due to no will to live, all because Tigris couldn't be honest about the back taxes.

Damnit, fucking bitch should've worked a few corners to come up with the money. Anything to pay the past due taxes; keep the Snow family penthouse in the Snow family.

Where it belongs.

The sound of the milk glasses lightly clinking against the warped wooden table tore Coriolanus out of his thoughts. Watching you sit down next to him, he grabbed his spoon and told you, “Darling, let's promise not to lie to each other. Shall we?”

Oh boy, something definitely happened to him today. You didn't know what, but his remark about lying to each other tipped you off that he was lied to and he's upset about it.

Picking up your own spoon, you tell him, “I promise I won't lie to you, Coryo.”

“And I won't lie to you, Y/N. Which is why I have to tell you something very unsettling.”

Something very unsettling? What the hell did he do, shoot somebody during target practice? Murder somebody for a spot on the Elite Officer's Examine roster? Hell, the suspense is killing you.

Not literally, just figuratively.

“Today I talked to my cousin, Tigris, on the phone in the base’s communications center and I learned that things are worse than I thought they were back home: in the Capitol.” He revealed in between eating his stew.

Having a bad feeling, you asked, “What's wrong, Coryo?”

“The Snow penthouse has been seized and put into foreclosure for unpaid back taxes.” Coryo spat out, his eyes full of anger, as he held his spoon so hard that it was about to bend between his fingers.

His family home foreclosed due to back taxes. Oh boy… You weren't expecting to hear that. You can only imagine how high priced the taxes are in the Capitol considering how pricey things are in the districts. Capitol City, Panem is full of rich elites or wannabe rich elites, so…Yea…The price tag on things in the Gem of Panem, the Capitol, is surely higher than in the rest of the country.

“Tigris told me that everything was fine, but she lied.” Shaking his head, he tossed his spoon in his bowl, causing a loud clang to ring out. “I've been sending home money, assuming that Tigris was using it wisely, but now I don't even know what she did with it.” Reaching for his milk glass, he dryly added, “She didn't pay the taxes, that much I know.”

Reaching forward and placing your hand on top of his, you gave him an empathetic look. You felt for him, for his family. “Coryo, I'm sorry she lied; made you think everything’s ok when it isn't.”

Your boyfriend threads your fingers together, holding your hand, as he sips on his milk. He can't help, but feel lucky to have you. You're being so supportive and understanding about his family's fall from grace.

About him losing the Snow ancestral home. The home that he was supposed to take you to.

Placing his glass down after drinking from it, Coryo shook his head while gritting out, “And now Grandma’am's in hospice, dying of a broken heart, because she was forced out of her home.”

Poor Coryo…

To lose his home, his grandma, and to be lied to by his cousin.

“Seems like we've got more in common than what meets the eye.” You told him, letting him know that you sympathized with his situation.

“It seems we do, darling.” Coryo nodded. Picking his spoon up and scooping a portion of stew out of his bowl, he repeated, “It seems we do.”

You're washing the dishes whenever you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. Coryo's right behind you, hanging on you, but you don't pay him any mind. You just keep on washing the bowl in your hand with the sponge- a sponge that has seen better days.

Your boyfriend nuzzles his nose into your temple, inhaling your scent. Kissing your cheek, he swears, “I promise, once I'm an officer and get into a wealthy position I'll buy back our home. We'll live in it once again.”

“Don't make promises that you can't keep, Coryo.” You advised him, rinsing out the bowl and setting it aside on the makeshift drying rack (which was a cookie cooling rack resting on a dishtowel).

“I intend to keep that promise, baby.” He told you in between peppering kisses up and down your neck.

“Coryo, stop that. I still have dishes to do.” You sighed, trying and failing to wiggle out of his hold while starting on the second dirty bowl.

“One day when I become President and make you my First Lady you won't ever have to lift a finger to wash a dish ever again.” Coryo smoothly murmured, kissing the sweet spot right below your ear.

“To make me your First Lady you'll have to marry me, Mister President.” You sarcastically pointed out, rinsing soap suds and bubbles out of the bowl.

You're placing the bowl onto the drying rack whenever Coryo spins you around. Tipping your chin up, making your eyes lock onto his baby blues, he seriously tells you, “Once I get my officer’s stripes I'm going to marry you.”

The weight of his words comes crashing down on your head like an anvil in an old cartoon. “You really want to marry me?” You asked, not quite believing the situation to be real.

You're just some district girl that he got into trouble and felt pity for. Yes, he takes care of you, but making you his wife's a whole other story. That's a lifetime commitment considering divorce was abolished in the early years of Panem's creation- which was after the end of both WW3 and the 2nd Civil War, which coincided.

“Yes, baby.” The platinum blonde nodded. A wide smile spread across his face as he cemented his fate with the words of, “I'm going to marry you and give you the life that we both deserve as Snows once I get my officer's commission.”

“You know, people in the districts have different ceremonies then Capitolites do for marriages.” You informed him; knowing that you're going down a path you can't turn off of as you do. “Couples in 12 do a toasting by breaking bread at the hearth over a fire they stoke.”

“Too bad we don't have a fireplace.” Coriolanus seriously pouted.

Oh wow, he's serious about this marriage thing. Lucky you.

“Yes, too bad.” You half heartedly agreed with him. Resting your hands on his chest, you decided to explain what you learned about weddings in District 8. “I've heard that here in 8 most weddings are typically held on Tuesdays and Thursdays in November and December.”

Your boyfriend’s brow rose with interest. “December you say?”

“Yes.” You confirm as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “The bride sews her own dress, which is typically blue or purple, and makes a large amount of food for the guests who stay for dinner and then a late supper. While family and friends are gathered at the house, the couple’s joined hands are bound by a strip of cloth; then they recite words or poetry to complete the ritual.”

“And this ritual’s binding in the eyes of District 8?” Coriolanus asked, holding your gaze with his icy eyes. Eyes that were filled with both trepidation and hope.

“It's binding in all of the districts. I'm not sure about the Capitol tho.”

Bringing his forehead to rest against yours, he simply said, “Mary me on Thursday. I'll bring Sejanus home with me and we'll do the 8 ceremony.”

Believing it impossible to marry so soon, you react with, “But that's in 2 days, Coryo. I'll barely have enough time to make a dress. Plus I have to cook food.”

Bringing his other hand up to your face, so he was cradling it between his large calloused hands, the platinum blonde told you, “I'll bring home some material for your dress tomorrow and the only guest you need to cook for is Sejanus. You don't need to cook up our entire pantry.” His lips ghosted over yours. “Let me take care of you; marry me, baby.”

If you say yes to this sudden spur of the moment wedding you'll be giving up your freedom. In the districts’ eyes you'll become Mrs. Snow, wife of a Peacekeeper. One who's certain he'll become an Elite Officer. Is that what you want?

Hell…

You honestly don't even know what you want. But you do know that you refuse to go cold and hungry ever again because you're alone and can barely get by.

So, for survival purposes, you give Coryo a smile and tell him, “I’ll marry you.”

Without warning, Coryo kisses you. His lips hungrily pressed against yours, as if he was a man starved and his only fulfillment came from your mouth. You moved your lips against his, which only caused him to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your fingers twisted and dug into his white T-shirt as your tongues intimately danced while your lips clashed, pushing and pulling for purchase.

You let out a little breathless sigh as Coryo broke the kiss, pulling back slightly so the two of you could catch your breath.

Coryo's icy blue eyes were nearly black with lust as he looked into the windows of your soul. His large hands still cup your face as he confessed, “I’d love nothing more than to bring you to our bed and fuck you right now, but since we're to be married in 2 days I'll wait til the wedding night.”

“Oh, so you're going to make an honest woman out of me first before you corrupt me?” You asked, your tone a bit light and teasing.

What difference was a couple of days? It wasn't like you're from a rich aristocratic family that needs to see the sheets in the morning for proof of innocence lost and consummation.of marriage. You're a district girl, nobody in the districts care about purity til marriage, etc.

Besides, even before you agreed to marry him you knew you'd be fucking Coriolanus. He's your boyfriend, it comes with the territory. The only question was when.

Now you have your answer: this Thursday night- your district style wedding night.

Leaning his forehead against yours, Coryo steadfastly declared, “You can't corrupt someone who's willing to drink from the silver cup, my darling.”

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[fangisms]

all of the girls you loved

A/N: i am a SUCKER for a good song fic and obvi a sucker for some good Taylor content (gif creds: @merakiaes)

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Every woman that he knew brought him here. You want to teach him how forever feels. 2.6k words.

Warnings: so much crying why am i in a mood, fluff mostly!, song fic, song lyrics, pet names (poppet, dear), heartbreak, brief angst, ONE FUCKING CURSE WORD. jealousy, being stood up

1984

"your mother brought you up loyal and kind"

You'd been chasing the little red haired boy through the train station for the better part of the last ten minutes. But only because he tugged at your hair and stuck his tongue out at you. He started it. He's got this worn grey sweater, and you can tell his jeans were hand-me-downs from the patchwork in the knees. Probably from the boy, his older brother, with the wavy red hair carrying far too many books and stumbling up the train's steps.

Your antagonist giggles and ducks behind the brick pillar in the center of the station. You roll your eyes and round the otherside, tapping on his shoulder with a grin. He yelps and skitters away behind his mother. She has a small baby tucked in her arm and another cooing from a pram decorated with ribbons, lace, and wicker.

"Georgie!" She scolds him for tugging on her skirt before looking down to see your little face staring back at her. "Hello, dear, what's your name?"

The boy peeks his head out from behind her leg, round cheeks flushed a soft pink from all the running. You fold your arms over your chest and scowl at him.

"Determined little thing, aren't you?" she says with a sweet smile and kind eyes, "Have you been terrorizing this young lady?"

"It's not my fault, mum! She looks funny!"

"George. That's not how we talk about other people, now, is it?" she warns.

"No, mum."

"No, of course it's not. Now, you apologize this instant. Your brothers give me enough grief as is."

His wicked gaze meets yours, and you scowl hard as you can back at him. He squints. You purse your lips.

"I'm sorry because my mum told me so!"

You pout, "apology not accepted! I hope I never see you again!"

And with that, he watched the little girl with the wild hair and the polka-dotted pinafore skip away. Never to be seen again. Until the next year. And each year following the last.

1994

"teenage love taught you there's good in goodbye"

George has got a mouth full of the loudest bubblegum in existence when he comes roaring up behind you in the hallway, laying his arm across your shoulders.

"Evening, poppet. I assume you've heard the news," he chirps, smacking his gum in your ear proudly.

"You're disgusting, George," you say, shrugging his arm away but still matching his pace, "and I don't care that you bribed Niamh Ward into being your date to the Yule Ball."

"I didn't bribe her! She asked me and I said 'yes'"—he blows a gummy bubble in your face, and it bursts with a ringing pop—"D'you reckon she'll kiss me if I dance well enough?"

He twirls off down the hallway, ending his mini routine with a flourish of jazz hands.

"I don't reckon any girl will ever want to kiss you with moves like that."

"Oh, you're just a cynic. I'm perfectly snoggable, whether I can dance or not." He takes your wrist and drapes your arm in the crook of his own, and you scoff when he leans in to pop another bubble in your face. "Who's taking you to the ball, anyway? That Durmstrang halfwit?"

You yank your arm away and stop dead in your tracks. It's a well-known fact that you'd been waiting for George to ask you to the Yule Ball since first year. You thought for sure he'd ask you. But the time came and went and you each found other dates, other outfits, other plans. And you hate that deep down, a small part of you is still waiting for him to ask you. But you'd never do that to Niamh. Not even for George.

"As a matter of fact, yes," you say, "and his name is Johan—"

"What kind of name is Johan?"

He's still smacking his gum like he knows exactly how to get on your nerves. And after all these years, it's no wonder.

"You're so immature. I'll see you later."

"Oh, come on—"

"No, George," you huff, not turning around until you clear the corner and wipe your wet cheek with the sleeve of your robes.

...

The Great Hall has never looked more decadent. Draped in glitz and the magic of the holidays. Everyone's absolutely buzzing with excitement, ever-present gossip, and the beauty of students dressed to the nines. And in the midst of it all, you still spot him from across the room.

Of course, Johan is the perfect gentleman. He even asked if you'd like to match your gown to his traditional red dress robes. It was a lovely idea, and it wasn't hard to pick out a lovely chiffon, maroon dress. He said you looked beautiful and danced with you most of the night, but there was still that sickly ache in your chest like flesh and tendon left split by two cold hands. George's hands.

After you told Johan you didn't feel well, he left you alone at one of the shimmering tables. You felt bad practically leading him on, but it's not like you'd been lying about your attraction to him. Just about your attraction to George.

You don't turn to face the person who plops onto the stool beside you. You're pretty dedicated to flicking the thin straw around the rim of your glass at this point.

"I left my date to come talk to you, so you better have a stellar reason for looking so glum."

George. You know he's trying to cheer you up. And he knows it's not exactly working how he'd hoped. "Come on, poppet. It's the Yule Ball. You've been looking forward to this for, what, six years?"

He hates that when you turn to face him, you've got tears dripping from your chin, jaw, nose, lashes. He hates that there's a small part of him that wishes he could have fixed it for you. 

"What's wrong?" he whispers, scooting closer and catching a slow tear slipping over your cheekbone. You flinch away and lean your head in your hand, closing your eyes.

"You have no idea."

George chortles and shrugs, "well, yeah. That's sort of why I'm asking." You land a hearty wallop on his arm, not even looking when you swing your fist at him. "Alright, that was deserved. Now, tell me. I don't like it when you shut me out."

"Why are you doing this, George? Why don't you just leave me alone? Go hang out with Niamh or something," you say. It's accusatory, sure, but that's the point. The inflection was aimed for the heart. Spear tipped with arsenic just to make it sting more.

He chews the inside of his cheek, rubbing the back of his neck when you dodge his gaze and sniffle.

"That might be a tad difficult seeing how she stood me up."

Shit.

"George, I didn't mean—"

"No, no, it's okay. She caught a... a stomach bug, or something. Spent all morning hunched over the girl’s toilet," he mumbles, loosening his tie. And you catch just the smallest smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. Like there's some kind of amusement in his own misery. "I feel bad for her, honestly."

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea." You grab his hand and lean closer. He looks tired up close. Like the light usually at home in his eyes as twinkled out and left him dimmed.

"You've nothing to be sorry for. Fate is fate, after all." He brushes his hair out of his face and takes a deep breath, squeezing your hand. "Dance with me?"

Yes, of course, you want to shriek. I'd love nothing more from the boy who used to yank on my hair and call me names and tell me he loved my sparkly shoes. An honor, you think, but the words don't reach. Just a smile.

"Sure," you say, letting him tug you in the direction of the crowd. The right direction, you think, the direction you've longed for. Then he spins you into his chest, and you feel the shallow rumble of his laugh in your fingertips.

"Was Johan a better dancer than me?" he says, swaying your bodies like tender obligation. You cock an eyebrow.

"Johan stepped on my toes every four steps and nearly tore my dress."

"...So?"

"Yes," you tease.

"Shut up. Let me make this dance a good one. For you."

You look up at him and he thinks he's never seen someone look so clueless and yet so completely beautiful. From the gloss on your lips to the gems on your shoes and even now, mascara smudged and hands shaky, he thinks he'd like to look at you for as long as you'll let him. And when you shuffle closer between songs, he has to catch his breath against your temple.

"Your hair's gotten so long, Georgie," you whisper, slipping your hand up and over his shoulder, to the back of his neck with a smile pressed to his warm cheek.

"Like it?"

"I’ll always like it."

He pleads to Merlin you can't feel the rattletrap pounding of his heart. His hand moves of its own volition, spread across the small of your back like he's seen in some romance films. The slow dance scene is always the most romantic. The pinnacle of their love thus far. The event to dissolve any prejudice leftover in their heads, and any pride hidden in the last cracks in their hearts.

"George, I have to tell you something important—"

"Shh, poppet, just dance with me a little longer."

And you suppose. It could wait that little while longer. Another dance. Another day. It'd come up again and break your heart, but it'd be too pressing to put off eventually.

So you let him hold your hand a little tighter, sway you in circles a little slower, and keep your heart beating a little louder.

1996

"every woman that you knew brought you here // i wanna teach you how forever feels"

The something important you had tried to tell George that night was that you'd be staying with your estranged aunt in Spain over the course of the next school year. Your final school year. You'd be leaving Hogwarts—leaving George—and spending the year homeschooling over in Spain.

You left that Spring to spend your days in the Spanish countryside, drinking in the sunshine and dancing to the music of the cicadas. It had devastated George. It had devastated all of the Weasleys. They were so used to housing you most summers, and the change was quite unwelcome. Less place settings, less baggage clunking up the stairs, less laughter. He could only hope you were happy. And that he'd be able to see you again one day in the future.

"Georgie?"

You caught him off guard. He nearly tripped and cracked a tooth on the steps when you called his name. He and his twin brother had made a spectacle of Ninety-three Diagon Alley in the time you'd been away. And you had just happened to wander in and find him hurrying up the technicolor stairs after his brother.

Nothing felt real when he met your eyes for the first time in a year and change. The sirens and bells and sparklers went fuzzy as he realized just how beautiful you'd gotten since he last saw you. Beautiful enough to make him wildly nervous. Enough to make him sweat.

"My Poppet." He says it gently, grinning when you bat your lashes and hold your arms out.

"Christ, I've missed you, George," you huff, burying your face in his shoulder when he wraps his arms around you.

"You have no idea."

You tease him with a laugh, "Well, yeah," pulling away to wrap your lithe fingers around his tie. "Look at your hair! It's so short!"

"Like it?" He runs his fingers through the scruff at the back of his head. You squint and pat the soft tufts at the top of his head.

"I love it. You know I do."

He sighs, ushering you to the back of the shop all while trying to conceal a giddy smile.

"I've had an entire year to reflect on all the reasons why you abandoned me, poppet. I made a list"—He takes your wrist and drapes your arm in the crook of his own—"Starting with that time I told you your unicorn shirt was quote, unquote, 'for babies'."

"You have to include my stunning defense, Weasley"—you clear your throat—"'I am a baby, and you're just a rotten little boy!'"

"How could I forget?" He pushes open a door to the very neglected office towards the back of the building. Papers stacked on the desk, a cobweb in the corner. Well-loved. "A little privacy, mademoiselle?"

"I'd be delighted."

He sweeps the dust off a brown leather chair by the desk, offering the seat to you with a shy smile.

"Oh, George," you whisper, fiddling with the clasp of your purse with watery eyes and a pout like the one you gave him the first time he saw you.

"Come here, sweetheart," he says, hurrying you into his embrace with the feeling of being gutted by your sad eyes weighing heavy on him.

"There's just so much"—you gasp and cover your mouth when you sob—"So much I've missed and so much I want to tell you and so much I wish I had seen and done with you..."

"I know. I know, I feel the same," he huffs, "I missed you more than words can describe. I didn't know what to do with myself."

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I thought—"

"No. No, poppet, of course not"—he holds you tighter, pressing you to the curves of his body, holding you like clay and hot glass—"You came back, that's all I could ever ask for."

You pull back and let him wipe the tears from your cheeks, leaving faint kisses on each temple. And when he finally tears himself away from your skin, he's only left desperate for the contact. His thumb brushes you cheek, and you hold his wrist, lashes fluttering to meet his soft gaze. Desperation. Exhaustion. Relief. It's all there in the palm of your hand, and just at his fingertips.

Twelve years is far too long to be loving anyone the way you love each other. Completely but without the parts of love we sometimes need most. The honesty and openness, the comfort, and more than ever, the kisses. He curses his wild eyes for sweeping the length of your parted lips. His wild eyes giving away his secrets and calling him a damned fool.

You catch his mouth with yours, innocent at first peck, but he kisses you back, unsure of where his hands should go, wanting perfection, especially when your nose bumps his and makes you smile into the wetness of the kisses.

"I want everything," you whisper, forced to choose between air and George, "I have loved you since the day we met."

"That's very cheesy, my dear." He rests his forehead against yours, cupping the side of your neck, thumb resting gingerly over the column of your throat. Just to hold something delicate. Fragile. His.

"Think you can do better?"

"Hmm," he clears his throat, "You stole my heart and... I don't think I want it back."

"Gross! You win."

"I meant it."

He winks and pecks your bottom lip sweetly, only to realize you're tearing up, head tilted back and hands fanning at your eyes. He holds your waist and you shake your head with a defeated laugh.

"I'm such a crybaby."

"My favorite."

"You're awful, Georgie."

"I know," he says, finally, "I know."

masterlist

[yvannahaleth]

Kokichi Ouma, Rantaro Amami, & Miu Iruma x Sad! Reader

When you're feeling down, they're here, for you and you only. Do you feel loved now? Fluff, SFW, GN! Reader

Note: Speedran this when i was in a bad mood. They're my faves in DRV3.

Kokichi Ouma:

I think he's the type of person that IMMEDIATELY knows when you're not feeling like yourself and will IMMEDIATELY act right away

Like, you could be denying the fact that you need a hug right now yet he will still tease you, knowing your true need.

He will act funsie and all if you're still denial, he'll joke about how closeted you are to *him* of all people. Maybe he's a little offended that you don't have the need to tell him what you truly feel.

Yet, if you stay silent, which confirmed his guess of you feeling down, then afraid not! He's here.

What do you need? A hug? A kiss? A cuddle? Or just a reassurance? A rational solution to your problem? Someone to listen?

He won't show it, but he'll do anything this instant.

"Well, if that's what you really wanted. I'm your leader, after all. Who am i to reject a wish from my second in command?"

The frown on your face sickens him. It throbs his heart to see you feeling down.

So, even if you deny it, he wants to get rid of it. Anything that upsets you. Or, just that feeling. Whatever you choose.

Rantaro Amami:

He has plenty of younger sisters, of course he had times where one of his sisters is in a bad mood. Which is why, he can tell when you're in one.

You don't need to tell him, he'll know.

He might do a little run to the kitchen as soon as he sees you feeling sad. Then came back with your favorite drink or food! Well, maybe both! Who knows?

He'll set your favorite series or movie, "I just feel like watching this. Is it okay?"

Then, as he holds you in his arms, resting his head on yours, watching the TV, he'll wait for you to open up, for him to listen to you rambling. If you don't feel like it, then you could cuddle until the screen turns off.

He's here for you, he needs you to know that. He wants you to know that you could open up to him. What else is he here for if he's not going to assure you that you did your best?

His fingers traces your hair, putting it behind your ear as he leans in, kissing your forehead. He's here to listen.

He'd give advices and solutions to your problems, he'll lend his ear to listen, he'll pat your hair if you need comfort. He's here. Especially when you're sad.

Miu Iruma:

Somehow, i could sense that she's bad at comforting others. Like, not that bad, but definitely not good either. She'd panic and won't know what to do when she's in the presence of someone who needs comfort.

I could imagine her comforting others even when she doesn't mean to, though. Like if she said something positive in a worrying situation and assured the others. While actually, it's just how she think, rationally. It's just so happen to be something good.

Yet, ever since she met you, she may or may not had practiced comforting someone. Just so that she won't upset you even more. Just so she could be there when you need her the most.

God, sometimes she feels that it's ridiculous how she feels this way.

But, she brushed it off.

After all, it's you.

With her--more than enough--practices, she'll stay by your side, ready to hug you or just to lend an ear to listen.

She'll feel embarrassed for herself to get this far for you, but oh why does it matter?

You were there when she needed you, so she needs to be there when you need her. This is what she believes. Miu Iruma hates owing to people, you see. Especially you.

She'll try to be as silent as possible when she hugs you, staying by your side, in case the silence calms you. If you prefer it when she talks, then your girlfriend who is as red as a tomato now will start her spontaneous podcast just for you to listen!

"H- Hah! Of course you'd like for me to speak that much! My voice is that amazing, huh? I bet you were longing for this, weren't you?"

She'll rest your head on her chest, with her fingers caressing your hair as she rambles non stop. I don't think it's any different if she's the one who's in a bad mood.

Hm, maybe an idea of a recording her voice into a tape will run into her mind, in case you need it when she's not around. Who knows if she's going to do it? For now, she's yours.

[ivymarquis]

Garnish

Pairing| Alex Keller x F!Reader Rating| M Content/Warnings| Free use smut (pre-negotiated terms), dirty talk, a brief sprinkle of dummification

For @glitterypirateduck's Alex Keller Challenge!!! lmao idk why I was so intimidated writing this. I haven't really been the biggest Keller girlie so I had no idea where to go with his voice. Obviously the best way to try and get a handle on it was to write a filthy PWP :) "I bet the neighbors know my name"

Alex would know those earrings anywhere.

They are, without question, his favorite pair of hers. And while a part of him has hoped she would decide to don them after his return home, until this morning the jewelry’d remained sitting in her jewelry box. 

Of course they are his favorite for a very specific reason.

The idea of roleplaying a free use housewife fantasy just scratches a deep seated itch inside the both of them. He's already got plans- one day in the very near future- for how he wants to put a ring on that pretty finger. Take the 'house wife' part out of the fantasy by entrenching it firmly in reality where it belongs.

But right now his thoughts are focused less on the engagement band and more on the pair of earrings dangling with every tilt and move of her head. She's taunting him.

The "rules'' are pretty simple. If she's wearing the earrings, Alex has full rein to treat her to like a personal fuck doll whenever and wherever the mood strikes him and she'll go along with it. When she's done playing, the earrings go back in the jewelry box and their sex life is the same as any other couples.

The second he sees her- having walked from the mutual bedroom to their kitchen where he found her upon waking up- he decides that today will be a lot more fun if he takes a slightly different approach to start.

He gives zero acknowledgement of the dangly jewelry despite the fact that he knows she knows there's no way he didn't see them. Just gives a half-sleepy smile and presses an affectionate peck to her temple while murmuring "Good morning, pumpkin." and it takes everything in him to not crack a grin at the indignant look on her face.

No doubt she expects him to jump the moment she gives the go ahead. To pin her down against the cabinets with one arm, lift her skirt with the other and have his wicked wicked way with her.

Oh no, dear heart.

They sit and have a perfectly normal breakfast. Or at least Alex does. His pumpkin looks wild eyed and a little suspicious at his newfound self control. Clearly not expecting it and doesn't know what to do with herself about it.

"Did you sleep alright last night?" he poses the perfectly innocent question. He's being an asshole- he knows it, but he's having too much fun. He knows damn well she slept fine last night because he wore her ass out. Could barely keep her awake long enough to clean everything up.

"Yes, did you?"

"Like a baby. You seem a little jumpy though this morning- might want to watch the caffeine."

Oh she's watching something but it sure as shit wasn't the coffee.

After collecting the dishes and placing them in the sink, Alex whistled to himself while getting ready for the day. Nothing too exciting- just a few 'Honey Do's, after he put his poor girl out of her misery.

She's finding any reason she can to be in the same room as him and it's adorable. Looking for this, needing to place that- she flits in and around like she's worried he'll forget she's there if not in his line of sight.

Eventually an actual task takes her attention off of Alex and that's when he strikes.

She's bent over in front of the dryer, no doubt fishing some far-flung sock that refused to come along quietly with the rest of the laundry.

Well fuck, he can't refuse a sight like that.

He knows her well enough that as one heavy hand lands to grab her wrist, the other fists the back of her hair with enough force to keep her from banging her head against the dryer in case she startles- which she does.

Huh. He'd of thought for sure that maybe a part of her was playing up the whole 'being bent in half in front of the dryer' thing, but from that reaction he's starting to think she was actually just focused on the laundry for a split second.

He doesn't miss the way she relaxes against his hold now that his little game is up. "What a desperate little thing you are. I haven't even done anything and you're ready to roll on your back for me." 

Now that he knows she's not going to split her head open on the edge of the dryer he releases her hair, his newly freed hand now reaching down to flip her skirt up. 

The sight that greets him is enough to draw a low whistle from the man. "No panties? Naughty girl. Almost like you were expecting to get fucked today." he teases, chuckling to himself as she nods and presses her hips against the stiffening bulge in his pants. "And here I was being a mean, mean man and making my poor girl wait. Surprised you didn't have to clean up your seat after breakfast this morning."

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to actually do anything today," she can't help herself but to lightly grouse at him.

"That's the fun of me being in charge of when you get fucked today, pumpkin. I might bend you over every singular solid surface that can hold your weight, or I might make you wait. Choice is all mine."

Well, until she says otherwise. Or if she outright safewords. But that is a given.

His pretty girl is getting spoiled though if she's got time to be grumpy about not being bent over to her satisfaction. 

One hand trails over her hip, teasing the exposed skin as he revels in how twitchy she is. 

It takes prep- always does, always will. But they'd been at it for a good amount yesterday and with her presently about to melt into a puddle of desire and neglect after this morning, Alex is mindful but not too apprehensive as he opens his pretty girlfriend up on his fingers.

First one, just to confirm his suspicions- she's primed and wants to go, pressing back against him in anticipation as one becomes two. He knows that two of his is something akin to three of her own, and that finally seems to settle her down as his fingers stroke that spot inside of her that has her grabbing at the dryer for leverage and pushing back against it to press further into him.

"That's it, baby. Nice and fucking wet for me. You know what your job is, hm?" he purrs behind her. 

"Yes," she pants quietly. "Alex, please-"

"You're spoiled, you know that?" he still ends up pressing an affectionate peck to her temple again, pulling out of her warm body to work on freeing himself one handed.

She's all too eager to help get things rolling- standing on her tip toes and arching her back. It makes it easy to slide into her, taking a few shallow, rolling thrusts to work himself all the way inside.

Rewarded with the sound of her pleased moans, Alex is quick to settle into a pace that he knows will get the pair of them rolling their eyes in no time. At this point he knows how to get her going as certainly as he does to get himself off.

"Oh my God- right there," she moans, her own hands scrambling for purchase against the dryer to brace. Alex bands one arm across her waist while the other continues to knead her hip, keeping her close to him as he thrusts.

'Yeah? That's the spot right there pumpkin?" he asks despite knowing the answer. He just likes watching how she'll go from a smart, capable woman to a dumb little cocksleave desperate for his cum with the right kind of prompting.

"Ye-ye-yeah," she confirms as he stays steadfast in his tempo. 

"Fuck,” he groans at the wet heat of her clinging to him like she never wants him to leave her.

Letting go of her hip with one hand but keeping his other banded across her waist, Alex is all too happy to grope at her chest. Fingers plucking at her pebbled nipples- rolling and pinching one before switching to pay attention to the other. Those hitching breaths work in time to his ministrations as he works her up just to pull his hand away from her bust in favor of her clit.

Now that got her attention, each thrust of his hips and slow stroke of his fingers being rewarded with his name a constant chant in her mouth- Alex Alex Alex Alex-

“That good, pumpkin? You gonna- fuck-  make a mess for me? Come on, honey, ask me for it,” he goads.

She’s sputtering and scrambling to get her brain in working order- trying to be a good girl. Fucking adorable.

“Alex- fuck,- hgn- Alex- please! Let me- let me,” her brain struggling to play catch up.

“All ya gotta do is ask, honey. You can do that, can’t you?” Pressing another chase kiss to her temple, the dichotomy is not lost on him paired with the absolute filthy noises coming from where they’re joined. She’s gagging for it- literally can’t get the words out of her mouth in the right order. “Must be fucking you good if you can’t even talk properly,” he teases, a grin escaping him when she shoots him a glare over her shoulder. “I bet the neighbors know my name,” the uppity ones who seem to think they’re above socializing with any of the other tenants in the building- brushing off anyone who tries to get to know them.

God they must fucking hate Alex when he’s home after being sent out on mission.

“Alex please! Let me cum, please!”

His fingers kept up that maddening pace until his ears finally register that she did, in fact, use her words.

And Alex is nothing if not a man of his word.

He knows exactly how to change the quiet strumming of his stroking fingertips from the teasing touches meant to ramp her up, and the ones meant to drag her across the finish line.

Those pretty thighs are trembling as Alex plays her like a fiddle. She cums with a cry, seemingly caught off guard by how intense it is.

It doesn’t take much more to get Alex chasing his own end.

He finishes without much fanfare Pulls out, tucks himself away, pulls her skirt down and kisses her temple again before leaving a shaking mess left to sort out the laundry.

Much like breaking the seal on a night out of drinking- now that he’s given into the temptation he just cannot stop the rest of the day. The second his refractory period is up and he feels ready to go another round, he’s seeking her out within the house and can’t wait to climb on top of her.

He may or may not be the reason that lunch burns that day a few hours later. It’s a worthy reason though, and he happily orders takeout as an apology.

Age in bio/pinned or I will block you ♡

[crguang]

we (I) would like to know your nsfw hcs for black swan too ^_^ one of mine is that she lovessss putting on a show during sex. like she'll dress up in the prettiest fucking lingerie ever, maybe give you a lap dance, tie your hands back and make you watch her while she masturbates, that kind of thing. just thinking about it is making me insane ugghhhhhh

(also, want to ask if i can be 🌌 anon ^_^)

you get me 100% and so yes you can absolutely be 🌌 anon everybody be nice to your newest sibling and welcome to the circus 🫶🏾

i totally agree about swan loving to put on a show it was gonna be one of my talking points, she’s stunning and she knows it and she loves most of all to see that look on your face like you can’t believe she’s real and that she wants you of all people. it gets her off. she’s super patient too so expect to not be freed from your restraints until she’s had her fill of leaving you wanting

maybe acheswan fanart has rotted my brain but when it comes to receiving swan likes it so rough sometimes. she wants to be absolutely fucked out by the end of it, eyes rolling back and lips parted as she catches her breath

speaking of, she can take overstimulation like a champ even as she’s trembling and speaking in broken sentences, her toes curl and it’s heaven for her

such a selfless lover, even when she’s getting aroused and needy while touching you she’ll focus on your pleasure first

she can be so, so soft it’s disgusting (i need it please please please plea—). once again, she’s a very patient woman so she loves taking her time teasingly trailing her fingers across your back or down your abdomen. foreplay is never boring with swan and when she’s in a soft mood it’s the cutest thing ever. little words are exchanged but you can feel her devotion in every gentle kiss she plants on your skin

imagine dirty talk. in her voice. now lower the voice. add a playful lilt to it. that’s how swan sounds like in bed. now imagine her breathless gasps and hurried pants and low, drawn out, raspy, mindless moans and you have the full picture.

praise… it’s so easy for her, so smooth, so right. never forgets to let you know how good you’re making her feel with breathy “yes”es and “you’re so good to me darling”’s and “such a good [whatever]”s. it spurs you on but she just enjoys praising you

mirror sexxxxx. does this need any explanation?.. she’ll fuck you in front of a mirror. in front of two mirrors. she’ll have her fingers knuckles deep inside you while murmuring in your ear about how beautiful you look for her. she’ll stroke you while bringing your attention to the movement of her hand, fingers holding your chin so you’re staring at yourself through the mirror. she’ll let you fuck her in front of one too, she gets a show and the sensations of you eating her out or pumping into her, win-win-win.

probably has a favourite vibrator + setting that makes her cum every time

if it’s not obvious by now i see her as a switch hsjfjf i feel like she can appreciate bottoming because she loves to be pleasured but she’s also got that soft dom side to her that loves control so. best of both worlds. she can be a sub or a dom honestly, she’s versatile

wet. sloppy. kisses. it’s not a proper kiss in the middle of sex if her lips aren’t shining with saliva

with the right stimulation and the proper foreplay, she can cum just from nipple play

is this long? sorry. anyway she loves sitting on your face, you love her thighs (me) and she just gets so aroused gazing down at you and your lidded, hazy eyes as you lap her up like you’re pussy drunk. grinding her cunt on your tongue and watching your eyes roll back like you’re the one getting fucked truly does something to her

other than that i don’t think she has a specific favorite position, she’s not opposed to being taken any way i think. she always checks in with you when she wants to try a new one out but she’s very open in general

she has love handles that if you grip to pull her closer or keep her still as you’re strapping her down her pussy will clench every time she gets weak for it

she’ll have you suck on her fingers while she takes care of you and press down on your tongue to make you moan around her digits

lowkey… i see her being into some light spanking. some playful spanking where her moans are muffled by the pillow or the sheets. idk. idk. im so biased it’s crazy i wanna do so much to her hshsjdjfmgmgjs

hair pullingggggg. that’s a kafka thing but a calculated tug of her hair will have her gasping

sex with swan can be soft or rough depending on her mood and your preferences. shes a sweetheart and a gentle lover, but she can also be kinda freaky because her body isn’t real. i’d say her pain tolerance is higher than the average person

there are plenty im missing but i need to go to bed and my brain is empty after arcane, yall should share your hcs with me im curious hehe

[dragonjesterwrites]

Animatronic Hug Rating Chart 🫂✨️

Happy Valentine's Day! 🩷 Actually wanted to write this awhile back but I wanted to finish some of the requests in my inbox first. Can be read as platonic or romantic! Also only did the Funtimes, Mediocre Melodies, and Glamrocks + Sun/Moon + DJMM to keep it short, but feel free to request any others!

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Funtimes:

Funtime Freddy: Fully embraces the concept of bear hugging, might crush you accidentally lmao, and has a hard time knowing when to let go. Other than that, very solid hugs, will pick you up off the floor into an all encompassing embrace while laughing in delight (7/10)

BonBon: Likes to give hugs, hard for him though because he's only like, a foot tall (short king) and attached to Freddy most of the time. But he does his best! (8/10)

Funtime Foxy: Actually pretty touch averse, much prefers to interact with others from the stage, but if you're upset and want a hug, they'll do their best. An awkward and probably short hug, but a well-intentioned one. (4/10)

Circus Baby: Will probably not realize you want a hug at first (too busy scheming lmao), but she'll give you one! Like Freddy, very solid, just straight up picks you off the floor and holds you tight. A bit odd, but comforting. (6/10)

Ballora: She keeps her eyes closed 99% of the time, so she might accidentally bump into you as she reaches out for you, but otherwise a pretty good hugger. Gentle, but firm enough that you feel comforted. (8/10)

Funtime Chica: Cross between a motherly hug and an excitable one; will pick you up and squeeze you tight, but not so tight that you're at risk of being crushed. Might forget to end the hug and start talking though, just kind of carries you around. Congrats, you're now her emotional support human 👍 get lovingly kidnapped nerd (7/10)

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Mediocre Melodies:

Happy Frog: Honestly a fantastic hugger. Very solid, loves hugs tbh. Whether you need a comfort hug, a shoulder to cry on, a congratulations hug, or you're a hugger yourself, she's got you (10/10)

Mr. Hippo: Won't initiate, he's more a talker than a touchy person, but will happily give you a hug if asked. Gentle, very safe. He will absolutely take it as permission to start telling you stories, though (9/10)

Orville: Also won't initiate, though its more because he's a bit shy and very excited to give hugs (he's a wee bit touch-starved), doesn't want to hurt you accidentally with his enthusiasm. Shame because he's a very good hugger, very warm and solid hug (9/10)

Pigpatch: Honestly not a huge hug person, but will give you a side-hug if you ask. More likely to just pat you on the back lol (2/10)

Nedd Bear: Big goofy lad, will absolutely give you a hug. Won't pick you up but will bear-hug you regardless, squeeze you tight- maybe a little too tight though, you might have to remind him you have organs and bones you'd like to keep intact lmao (5/10)

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Glamrocks, Sun/Moon, + DJMM:

Glamrock Freddy: Very good, comforting hugs. If you're significantly shorter than him he'll kneel down and hug you. Very gentle if you need, very firm if you need, and always asks first. (11/10)

Glamrock Chica: Pretty decent hugger! Probably has pizza grease on her hands though. Will pick you up and swing you about if she's excited enough. (6/10)

Glamrock Bonnie: Always excited to give hugs! Will pick you up and squeeze you tight, forgets his own strength sometimes. But his ears twitch and his lil bunny tail wags when he hugs you, so you can excuse your spine being turned to dust (6/10)

Monty: Surprised and secretly delighted to get offered/be asked for a hug. A little unsure at first, but ends up giving a very enthusiastic hug, RIP your bones and organs (7/10)

Roxy: Might roll her eyes and call you sappy, but actually bawling inside because she can't remember the last time someone wasn't too intimidated to offer/ask for a hug from her. Puts everything into that hug, and doesn't let go (7/10)

Sun: Will pick you up and spin you around if he's in a good mood, if he's in a bad one you're being kidnapped and dragged off to the blanket fort for emergency cuddles. Ditto if you're in a bad mood. Lanky but still a good hugger, very clingy though, won't let you go until you ask, and even then he'll whine and droop like a dying flower. Sun is a master of emotional manipulation (6/10)

Moon: The most gentle hug you've ever received in your life. Very soothing and calming, you feel very safe. But watch out! Sometimes he'll "fall asleep" (a lie; you can tell because he's started giggling) so he can hug you longer. And then he "sleep-uses the cable" to "sleep-kidnap" you and before you know it, you've been blanket-burrito'd and laid down in the pillow fort in their room, with him still hugging you. Can't complain though, literally the comfiest you've ever be... zzz (7/10)

DJMM: Okay, so he can't actually hug, but he does his best 😭 very gentle and inviting, opens one of his hands and sets it down so you can climb in, will carefully enclose you (or let you hug his finger if you're claustrophobic) and if you're cool with it, he'll let you splay yourself out on his back and hug him like that. Gentle giant, loves hugs, cursed with being an absolute unit though (9/10)

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hello, I wanted to make an ask, if you are accepting of course. How about the women of Inazuma being caught on a bad day by the male reader looking deep into their eyes and talking "I need you to sit on my face, no time for explanations" and if they do, he stays there serving them until they get better

Facesitting headcanons with Inazuma girls!

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!

Characters: Raiden Ei // Sangonomiya Kokomi // Nagonahara Yoimiya // Yae Miko // Kuki Shinobu // Kujou Sara // Kamisato Ayaka

CW: Male!Reader

NSFW under the cut.

"Listen. I need you to sit on my face, right now. No time to explain."

Yae Miko

“Hm… I will take you up on that offer, little one.”

Miko steps closer, and pulls your chin up with her hand. As you see the pure thirst in her eyes, you feel all the confidence you once had leave your body. She grabs your collar, and pulls you by it towards the bed. 

Your tongue was numb by the time Miko was feeling better. 

Kujou Sara

“Alright… ? Lead the way…”

Poor Sara, she’s so oblivious. She realizes what this is about only when you pull her panties aside and dive in. 

“What are you d- Ah!”

Five minutes of clit sucking were able to make her forget not only the troubles of the day, but her name as well.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

She gets a little shy and scurries away, returning with two of her favorite toys - a leashed collar and a pair of handcuffs. 

"Just don't hold back, please."

You need a strong pair of arms for this. She'll get very squirmy after two orgasm, desperate to get her overstimulated pussy away from your merciless tongue. Kokomi wants you to stop only when she literally passes out from your assault on her folds. 

Kuki Shinobu

She nods, and leads you to the couch. After you get into position and start serving her cunt, she can't help but notice that tent you pitch in your pants. She sets your cock free so she gets something nice to look at while you work your tongue. 

Yet Shinobu has quite a lot of frustration to get rid of, and your dick seems so lonely. It's just standing there, hard and throbbing with a perfect pair or round, sensitive balls at the base, just begging for her attention. Her Vision lights up, and you know how it goes from here… 

"Ugh, stop crying! Or do you want me to give you a real reason to cry?" 

Nagonahara Yoimiya 

Her mood instantly lifts. She chuckles, and drags you by the wrist to the bed. No point wasting time, she thinks. 

“T-thanks y/n… ah… m-means a lot…”

Being the good girl she is, Yoimiya will feel a little guilty about having all the pleasure to herself. So, she’ll lean down and voluntarily choke on your cock (as much as your tongue allows her to). Every oral session with her turns into a sixty-nine, as the girl just can’t keep her hands and throat away from you.

Raiden Ei

She licks her lips, and approaches you. Her hands start to circle around your chest, lightly teasing your clothed nipples. 

“How thoughtful of you, my love. But I’m afraid…”

You gasp as she presses against you, hand clasped firmly around your hardening length. She leans down to your ear.

“... that your nimble tongue is the least you can offer me, yes?”

The archon will pull you into her Plain of Euthymia. After she’s done with you, your unconscious, limp and completely fucked out body will be dropped right on your bed. 

Kamisato Ayaka

Ayaka blushes, and looks down.

“Would you… really do it for me?”

She doesn’t want to take off her dress, so you’ll be working underneath the fabric. Ayaka really likes it, because it makes her imagination work. And the filthy, wet noises of you sucking and just devouring her folds certainly make her mind work overtime. She’s going to try and pleasure you as well, but her pussy is just too sensitive, so your dick will be left alone, leaking precum and throbbing at every beautiful whine that falls from her lips. 

Thanks for reading!

[ah-schwoopsie]

Cinderella's Castle part 4!

Bryce's dress is so pretty! The costume designers and makers did such a fantastic job!! Bless you Rebecca Carr 💕

'You're beaten.'

Crumb lunging at Curt-Guard.

I get that Curt is the fight choreographer but he did such a great job fighting Sir Hop-A-Lot! The big steps into the puppet. Beautiful.

Crumb: Yeah, what's he want?

Jeff's British accent. 'thats a fucking demon!'

Crumb knows all the loopholes. Just to get belly rubs.

The beautiful craftsmanship of these puppets!! When Crumb leaps at Stepmother and she fights him off. Even though Joey has let go, his legs still swing realistically, his ears bob and oh my his tail!! Angela is able to subtly but effectively get her hands under his arm and move it just a little bit. Oh my!! Also the fantastic joy of getting to see Joey step back and look at Bryce with his hands on his face. And him praying whilst Crumb dies. Oh I've missed Starkids puppets! I will forever have Joey's grin as February kisses Bug playing in my head (Starship).

The Prince being a foot guy. Tadius Lord-Give-Me-Strength hand gesture as he goes to ready the wanking couch.

The Narrators 'yeah-nah, nah yeah?' immediately after.

El-lah

We need more of triumphant and ego driven Ella.

Putrice's 'yum, yum!' oh no, where have we heard that before?

Okay as stepmother cuts off Ella's leg. Think back to the opening scene (not the Narrator, the butchers). Stepmother says she'll have to cut off Ella's legs and if the butcher has a bone saw, does he not? Her referring back to the pigs as she cuts off her legs.

Angela's voice during Watch.

Ragweed yeah me too. I also can't wait to see the close up of this scene so I can see the details on Ragweed and Joey's puppeteering of him. His hand work looks so good. So much personality in those hand movements.

Kim's character continuing to rub her burned foot and also hobble out on it. Ah I love it.

Tadius panicking so hard when the shoe fits Putrice. It has dawned on him that he wouldn't actually take one of those Ashmore girls over the Prince.

I do love a good villains reprise of all their songs.

Stepmother and Rancilda on the stairs during the wedding is such a mood. The crowd getting a small fright when Lauren screams and gets up.

They changed so quickly into their puppets!!

The leds behind Putrice and the Prince as she rips off his head go red. Ah the details.

Putrice asking 'are you proud of me now mum?' and stepmothers next word being 'yes!' and Putrice opens her mouth in a smile. Then stepmother continues, meaning either she ignored or didn't listen to Putrice. As Putrice realises this she looks down in defeat or shame. Sooo good. The castle in the corner turns red as Stepmother talks of slaughter. As does the text saying 'The Castle'

As Ella appears on the stairs, bathed in green light, it cuts back to the stage and the same mote of light shown in the plane of the At End of Time, lights up in green also.

Bryce's HAIR!!!

You're beaten!

Once again, Rancilda didn't deserve to die! I get that Ella wouldn't have become Queen if she was alive but still she's good! At least she was able to escape her mother, for a bit, before she died.

Angela's puppetry as stepmother dies! She growls and opens the jaw more to one side and I just yeeesss. I also can't imagine getting up with the puppet on her back is easy.

Get it Tadius. He knew exactly what he was doing when he killed the King.

Ella's being slightly taken aback when Tadius swings his hips in Trappings of Starlight.

Crumb dancing with everyone else on the ground.

Lord Hop-A-Lot deserves it all. Same as Sir Crumb.

Omg James cradling Lord Hop-A-Lot's head as Jon detaches him from his shoes ! I ship Random Towns person with Lord Hop-A-Lot!

It is in character but everyone coming over to Bryce right as the Narrator starts Castle on the Hill (Reprise)! As Bryce takes off the crown Joey puts a hand on her back so kindly and they hug :')

They practically all give some sort of physical 'holy shit you did so good!' to each other. Curt has his hands together and motions at Lauren as she approaches, then turns to do the same to Joey as he reaches out to him. Mariah and Angela hug in the other side of the stage. Before that Kim and Mariah do finger guns at each other as James, Jon and Angela huddle in the back.

Lauren certainly knows exactly when her cue is because she literally just gets there in time. There is no pause between her getting in place and her first move. That's how good she is!!!

Mary Kate Wiles as an understudy! I would've loved to see her in this. So if anyone has any behind the scenes footage of her acting in this please share!!!

I can't tell who that is to the very left when the camera pans over he (?) stays quite close to the curtains. I'm sure he just likely had to go run off to do another cue.

Aaahhh this musical is so good!!!

Thank you Starkid 💕

[bouquetshark]

hiii! love your blog! is there any chance you can do kid regressor Hydrnagea and caregiver Lotus dragon? no pressure of course!

Kid Regressor!Hydrangea Cookie Headcanons

Aa a general baseline, Hydrangea Cookie is a energetic young kid --and as such, is usually with Lotus Dragon Cookie or playing in the hydrangea gardens. But, just because of her high energy, doesn't mean that she isn't down for some non-active play too; I mean, when you're the Legendary Blue Dragon's favorite Cookie and little one—the possibilities are endless! And when all of your bullies mysteriously go missing...you really don't need to worry.

• Hydrangea Cookie regresses from ages 6-8, more or less depending on her mood or health. When sick, she'll usually regress to 4. But that is rare.

• Hydrangea is very talkative, and will speak your ear off about the flowers, book's, and scroll's of the palace. Especially the book's, she is such a bookworm!

• Despite her high energy, she blow's it quickly—so she naps 1-3 time's a day.

• Love's to be picked up by Lotus Dragon Cookie, and will ask to be held frequently. Lotus does not mind, in fact--they like it more than they'd ever admit.

• Has a barrage of toy's and pacifiers from Lotus themselves —the latest rattle? She has it. The most luxurious pacifier? She's had it before it came into store's. She's very spoilt, clearly. And she knows it too.

• When Lotus Dragon Cookie is busy or sleeping, only the most high ranking servant's will be trusted to care for her. She'll always have at least a guard or two on standby in case someone tries to hurt her.

• Has a little crown she wears that Lotus gifted her, all of the gem's are real! Which, honestly, probably wasn't a good idea considering she trips over her hanbok a lot...

Caregiver!Lotus Dragon Cookie Headcanons

As a general baseline, Lotus Dragon Cookie is still a conniving and manipulative Dragon--and it's good to note that they do, in fact, have favorite's. Hydrangea Cookie is very precious to them, and a scratch on her dough from a measly Cookie will invoke their wrath. But, to Hydrangea, they are a caring supportive mantle of love and affection, and that is how it should be. Hydrangea is their little princess, after all. Only the finest for her!

• Lotus Dragon Cookie assumes that age regression is just a normal Cookie thing some of them do, like how some dog's watch TV. They are encouraging towards Hydrangea, but the same can't be said for other's.

• Sings lullabies on their mandolin for Hydrangea every night, and usually ends up falling asleep with her in their arm's.

• Adorns Hydrangea in only the most beautiful golden jewel's, which can get quite heavy and overwhelming for the kiddo—so she wears the golden jewel's when she's big instead. Lotus is glad she appreciates the gift's.

• Calls Hydrangea Cookie by her name or "princess". Usually doesn't diverge from that, but sometimes they'll slip out the word's: "my little flower".

• All of the food that is fed to Hydrangea is personally tested by Lotus Dragon Cookie first, as they want to make sure it's cooked properly (and because their also hungry).

• Will order puppet shows and shadow dance's for Hydrangea to watch, or read her stories from their personal library —which contains historical fiction that has been lost to time and rubble. There very literate pieces, but Hydrangea likes the adult book's.

[nopecho]

So how was Pride???

So um. Kind of a mixed bag.

I went there with this friend/acquaintance of mine (I am very selective of who I actually consider a friend, she doesn't fit my personal criteria for a real friend but I'll call her that for simplicity's sake)

She was really exited! It was her first time at a Pride Parade and I wanted her her to have the best time possible. Everything went fine and dandy right until we got there.

The parade started at a big square in Rome, the music was already banging my ears and the chatter of tens of thousands of people filled the air. I was super exited! It was my second time there, and was ready for a day of fun.

Until something went off.

So me and my friend are both bisexual gals. I don't consider her a close friend, but I like her as a person. So why on earth did she suddenly grind on me?! I immediately stepped back; and that kinda set the mood for half of my time there.

She kept manhandling me in dancing together, sometimes very close and hugging from behind; sometimes she straight up twerked in fron of me and I kept looking away. Kept hugging me though at that point I was very uncomfortable around her; every time she grabbed me I was dreading.

She's always been the type to express affection very physically, well I'm the opposite of that. Almost immediately after we got introduced she hugged and squeezed me every time as a greeting, and I put up with it becauze it was in good spirits. She's the type of gal that probably parties, too.

She did catch on something was off, but I didn't want to taint her first parade and pretended I was having fun half the time. When she wasn't grabbing me I was genuinely enjoying the day, taking pictures of drag queens, people carrying all sorts of signs, and dancing on my own to the music.

But whenever she got physical I honestly felt molested. She had never shown any real interest in me so I didn't see it as flirting, and she had never pulled this kind of sensual behaviour around me; she never even bothered to check if I was ok with it.

I don't know. I felt like death half the time.

I don't know what to do with this friend. I still wanna be friends with her because she's a genuinely lovely person, I don't even think she realized what she was doing. She's never molested me, though I did feel molested at the Pride, even if maybe unintentional on her part.

I'm gonna have to have a difficult talk with her. I'm afraid she'll say I'm exaggerating, or ask "why didn't you say so back there?"

I didn't tell her because I wanted her to have a positive first Pride.

At the Pride, she probably was just partying, but I felt like a victim of her partying.

[lokislynx]

Cats an' dogs

Erik has been in a darker mood for some time now. Still gentle and loving, but there is darkness in his eyes. And he has been composing more funeral music. It is nothing out of the ordinary. It's a part of him and I love him just as he is. But it pains me to see him depressed.

Perhaps I have been overly excited lately, taking him out too often. He doesn't like people. He prefers animals.

Hmmm...

Erik had a lot of animals when we were still in Persia. I think he picked up every injured creature he could find and nursed them to health. His rooms resembled a zoo...

What if...? He seemed happier with all those animals around. I have a severe cat allergy but...

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"Mon cher, are you going somewhere?"

He put his jacket on as he spoke: "I won't be long, beloved."

He gave me a kiss before hurrying out the door. Oh, Nadir... my man of action. What on earth came into him now?

I continued playing the piano. My latest piece... more funeral music, as he puts it and he isn't wrong. How I wish I could shake myself out of this gloomy mood I've been in lately. There is no reason for it. Everything is as perfect as it could ever be. Life is good for once. I am in love and am loved by the most wonderful human being ever to have walked upon this planet. And thinking about walks, I had just gotten used to our long walks, the open air and people... and then this happened.

If I told him he'd understand. He always does. He'd say it's not my fault... that these moments of darkness are just a part of life... that we'll get through them just like we get through everything; together, standing by each other always.

How can I feel like I am longing for something more when I finally have everything?

It took over an hour for him to return. I felt such relief when I heard the door open and close, his keys jingle in that overly familiar way... which I still adored. The way he came in and walked told me I should remain seated by the piano. And surely enough he came to the door way of the livingroom and told me: "Close your eyes, my love."

I obeyed. I heard him move closer.

"No peeking until I tell you it's okey to open them."

"Your wish is my command, mon cher."

He lay something warm, small and furry on to lap. I could smell the wonderful scent of the creature and knew at once what it was and even its race.

"It's yours, Erik."

"What is it?"

"A kitten."

I laughed. Joy was suddenly bubling inside of me. The little one in my lap was kissing my jaw and neck eagerly. When it's tounge wandered into the holes of the nose of my mask, an "eeep" escaped from me. It tickled gloriously.

"Nadir... may I see your kitten now."

It was hard to talk for the kitten in question tried to lick my teeth as I spoke.

"You may."

I did. Small, pink tounge. Dark nose, dark back. Brown little ears that still hadn't risen. Uncontrollable tail. It was gorgeous.

"She is glorious but no kitten, mon cher."

"Of course it is. The seller assured me."

He cannot tell a lie even to save his life. Not that he wanted or needed to now.

"This little princess is a fierce, little cairn terrier. No kitten."

He smiled: "I know. Disappointed?"

"Oh, she is much better than a kitten, mon cher. You are not allergic to her. And I am already in love... as are you, I see."

"I admit she stole my heart the moment I saw her."

We sat on the floor and watched the puppy explore. It didn't go far and soon returned to show us her affection. It was then that Nadir silently said: "I hope this wasn't a bad idea, my love."

"Not at all."

"I wanted to cheer you up..."

"I know, Nadir. And you did. She will do good for us both, I think. You know how much I adore animals."

"That's why..."

I kissed him. The puppy climed in my lap but then charged at Nadir's socks which were still in his feet. Nadir cried out: "Hey! No stealing my socks, you little beasty!"

She only got more excited.

"This is our life now, mon cher. She'll pull your socks off your feet, pee on the carpet until she learns not to... sleep in our bed..."

He smiled like the happiest fool: "I know."

He took off his socks and made a ball out of them throwing it to the puppy. I watched her run after it. Warmth filled me from head to toes.

"Shall we name her Kitten," I asked amused toned. Nadir laughed and kissed me. Perhaps not the best of names. It would come once we get to know each other.

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@zayachan "adopting a kitten". Sorry 🧡 I may still play with the subject and write a new one... which may or may not go entirely off the subject again 🤗

[chaos-proffesa]

Hey guys thought I'd post some of my oc's here and some info about them too

Top left is Onyx, 20, he/him

He is pretty monotone and doesent talk often he can be snarky however and is the closest to Riely his best friend, he has a septum percing aswel as a few ear percings aswell

◇the goods◇

He has a sharp nose sloped down, around normal size maybe a little larger than average, he has a septum percing, he has a terrible immune system, usually gets sick at least 3 to 4 times a year, he has afew allergies dust being the most aggressive then pollen and least is dark chocolate wich can sometimes send him into a small fit,

He has rapid almost kitten-ish sneezes (I'm nit the best with spellings but I imagine something like this)

HihhhH-Tch! IhhH'TchiEw! IHhH'TSh!!

Usually one after another in fits of 3-6

The next one is on the top right, Riely, 20, He/him

He is pretty exitable and optimistic, he's verry touchy in the way we're He likes to be next to or leaning on someone, it's not uncommon to see him hanging off someone's shoulders, he's also pretty accident prone it's pretty common to see ehim with a scrape or brush somewhere

◇the goods◇

Riely has a smaller button nose, with a small bump on the bridge, he's pretty sensitive to touch so if you were to touch his nose 2 out of 3 times its likely to irritate it and sometimes coux out a sneeze, he usually stifles his sneezes out of habit he can hand free stifle but if he's gone into a fit he usually pinches with his fingers or covers with his hands, it's pretty rare to see riely sick but if he is he usually gets it pretty rough, no allergies but really sensitive to physical stimuli and sometimes strong scents.

He has louder sneezes when unstifled with quick little build-ups with almost no warning

Stifled: hEh'Ngtx!-Ngx! IhhH'Thx! HEhH'NGtch!!

Un stifled: HehHH'GTshHHYYUUU!! IhIH'DSHEW!

Bottom left is Emily, 22, she/her

She is verry protective of her friends, a mother bear type of person, she's verry offectionate and the mum of the friend group, she's verry close to Zee her best friend (and crush), and she has a southern accent.

◇the goods◇

She has a Roman type nose with a strong bridge, with a clump of freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and cheeks, she doesent get sick often like maybe once a year she'll get sniffly but that's about it, usually carries tissues and other sick people stuff with her incase her friends get or feel sick, big h8je remedy person, you feel sick she has her grandmothers soup in the freezer, you feel naustiouse? No problem she has you covered with a ginger and orange juice, she doesent really have allergies but strong perfumes tend to get to her a little bit

She has softer sneezes that usually come one and done style unless she stuck her nose In a strong candle then usually two to three and done

EhheH'TshhiEw! IHhIH'DSshyyew!

Bottom right is Zee, she/her/they/them, 21

Zee is a generally happy person she can be bubbly and exitable, but knows when to bring the mood down and quiet, verry empathetic, they love bright colours and usually sticks to bright colours and sometimes puts in colourful hair extensions or some colourful hair wax, they love stars and the sky, she's verry close to her best friend (and crush) Emily (they don't know they like each other)

◇the goods◇

They have a small wide nose close to her face, not verry sensitive but has a few allergies, pollen specifically lavender and ragweed get to them the most, aswell as eucalyptus scented stuff, she gets sick not too often but maybe like 2 times a year or so, She is a sympathetic sneezer

She has small quick but harsh sneezes, little bit of a build up before and between them

HiHhh hhH eH'ShiEw! EhhIh hIhH'TChiew! EhhH heH'Ch!

Alright that's it for now

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Seeing Double

Sigrid and Robin decided that the girls should get to know their twin cousins a little more, so the two packed up and made a visit to Sigrid's sister Yolanda's house, where she cares for three of the four siblings.

Sigrid: Hey sis, good to see you.

Yolanda: Great to see you, too. So glad you guys could come.

Sigrid: Well we haven't been to your new place yet, it's about time. By the way, looks pretty nice in here.

Yolanda: We're still getting settled and all, but the necessities and a couple of fun things are here, so that's what matters.

Yolanda: Even more importantly, I'm glad the twins are finally getting some cousin bonding time with each other! It's been a long time coming!

Sigrid: Tell me about it! Who knew there'd be THREE sets of twins in our family!

Yolanda: You and Virginia must've drank some special potion or something.

For anyone new or who may have forgotten, Sigrid and Yolanda have another sister, Virginia. She gave birth to two sets of twins, boy-boy, and girl-girl, before her untimely death thanks to neighborhood stories. Her ex-husband gained custody of one of the boys during the divorce process, while Virginia got the other son and the girls, who were born after the divorce process was complete. Yolanda lived with her to help care for the brood before she passed, and she took on the responsibility of caring for them exclusively afterward.

Meanwhile, Alma makes her first official introduction to her big cousin and fellow twin, Camila. She's... a little less than impressed 😆

But the family has a good time together! Alma eventually grows comfortable around the bigger kids and Audrey spends time talking people's ears off with her sweet little voice and bountiful imagination.

Robin: It's really nice that the girls get this time with their cousins.

Yolanda: Tell me about it. Seems like the girls especially seem to be bonding well. It's a shame Kirk's twin couldn't be here today.

Robin: How does that work out usually? I'm sure Kirk feels a little weird not being with his twin when he's surrounded by reminders.

Yolanda: It's... a sensitive point for him. He may not say it, but I can tell he feels like a part of him is missing. What can I do though? Sergio was granted custody after the divorce. I'm doing what I can to care for the three others but... adding another to the mix? I'm not sure I could handle it.

Robin: It's a difficult situation. I can only imagine the impact it's having on you guys. But I want you to know we've got your back.

Yolanda: That means a lot, Robin. Thanks.

Robin: Of course. That's what family's for.

Yolanda: Speaking of family, you know I have to ask, when are you finally going to tie the knot with my sister?

Robin chuckles.

Robin: We're working on that. We wanted to wait for the girls to get a little older so they could enjoy the festivities too.

Yolanda: Well don't wait too long. I wanna see my sister married before the grays start coming in. She's not getting any younger!

Robin: Well she'll always be young and beautiful in my eyes.

Yolanda smirks.

Yolanda: Smooth. That gets you some brownie points.

As the evening progresses, Kirk finds himself sitting in the kitchen away from the rest of the family. Audrey ends up coming into the room to keep him company. Though Kirk is a kid of few words, his expression shows that he enjoys the company of his little cousin.

Sigrid finds that Alma is being extra loving today too, being in a seemingly much better mood. She chalks it up to the increased activity and attention of her cousins, but she enjoys the affection nonetheless. Robin notices it too and can't help but smile.

All-in-all, the visit to Yolanda's house is a success, and the two households look forward to the next time everyone can get together, hopefully with all sets of twins together.