#she's framed it and it sits in her living room 🥹

[16th-of-a-twigg]

My last progressive art collage dump was back in 2015 and I thought now would be a good time to do an update! 2018 and beyond got kinda rough but from March this year I've bounced back better than ever and can't stop! So here's to more bright colours and growth 💖 - Support me on Ko-Fi 💜

[luveline]

do you have more bombshell!reader and spencer with their daughter🥹🥹🥹

You’re laying on your back on the couch, nearly not quite sleeping, when the padding of little feet rouses you. You look down at your body in mild surprise. You must’ve been more asleep than you thought —Spencer’s draped a blanket over you without you noticing. 

“Mommy?” 

You clear your throat and turn your face. Amy’s creeped right up close to you, still in her pyjamas from this morning, but her hair freshly done. “What, lovely?” 

“Daddy said to see if you’re okay.” 

“I’m perfect, lovely. You can tell daddy I’m great.” 

She nods, looking very much like him, though she’s a pretty even mix of the both of you. There’s a funny concern about her as she turns away, turns back, hugs your arm, and says, “Okay.” 

“Are you okay?” you ask, giving her a dot of a kiss. “You’re being really quiet, baby. You’re like daddy when he thinks too much.” 

“Daddy says you’re tired.” 

“You’re not worrying, are you? Are you scared of me being super tired?” You touch her back. “I’m okay, I promise, just lazy. We like being lazy, don’t we?” You pull her as close as you can without picking her up. “Please don’t worry.” 

“‘Cos you were sick…” she mumbles. 

“I’m all better now,” you say, a white lie. You’re going to be fine, so she shouldn’t worry her little heart. 

“Don’t want you to be sick,” she says. 

This is all Spencer’s fault. You’re caring, but Spencer has a profound empathy for others, and maybe that's the reason Amy’s so loving. His constant patience, his tenderness. He always gives her just a bit more than he has to give, that extra story before bedtime or the last cuddle before dropping her off to daycare. 

“I’m not sick,” you promise, patting her back gently. “Why don’t we ask daddy to check? He knows everything.” 

She nods again but shakes her head when you start to sit up. “Rest, mommy,” she says. 

You hold up your hands. That’s fine by you. 

She runs off out of the living room and into the kitchen. You tilt your head to the side to better hear their conversation. 

“What’s up?” Spencer asks, “Was mommy still sleeping? Do you want another yogurt?” 

“You have to come and check,” she says chunkily. 

“If she’s sleeping?” 

“No, come and check if she’s sick? She says you will come and check.” 

“Sure, angel, I’ll come and check. Up?” 

“Up.” 

Spencer pushes through the ajar door to the living room a few seconds later with Amy on his hip. He’s wearing his glasses, his hair unstyled and falling into one of his eyes. He blows it up with a quick breath. “You okay?” he asks. 

“Amy’s worried I’m sick, so you have to check me over, Dr. Reid,” you say, giving him a flirty smile. When you first met him, you would’ve cared about the puffiness under your eyes and the lack of makeup, but he’s loved you for years, with and without your add-ons. You feel just as beautiful with him no matter what you’re wearing or how you’re feeling. “I’m okay,” you amend, “she’s just worrying. Aren’t you, honey?” 

Spencer puts Amy on your tummy and kneels by your side. “I don’t have my stethoscope,” he says apologetically, leaning down to press his ear to your chest. “Deep breath.” 

You take a breath and let it out slowly. 

“Can you make yourself cough?” he asks. 

You cough weakly. 

He moves to your heart. You stroke his hair from his eyes and wait patiently, knowing your heart is as at peace as it ever is when you have them both with you. Amy’s weight on your stomach, Spencer’s hand on your ribs. 

He lifts his head. “Kiss?” he asks. 

You close your eyes and accept his kiss, lips hooked into a smile hearing the tiniest change in his breath, like even a peck after so long together has made his day.

He rubs your cheek with his thumb and turns to Amy. “It’s my professional medical opinion that mommy is better. And she smells nice.” 

Amy laughs. “Are you sure?” 

“Smell her,” he says. 

“No, that she’s better!” 

Spencer frames your face with his hand. “I’m sure, Amy. She’s really okay, her cough is all gone and her heart is nice and slow. All our kisses and soup made her better. Soup always makes people better.” 

Any crawls up to your neck to hug you. Spencer wraps his arms around you both. 

“Mom, you do smell nice,” Amy mumbles, pushing her face into your shoulder. 

“Thank you, honey.” You kiss Spencer’s cheek. “Thanks to both of, you looking after me all the time.” 

Spencer must hear the thread of vulnerability running through your works, pulling back from the hug to meet your eyes. “That’s okay. You’re welcome, angel,” he says sincerely. 

“Y’welcome, mommy.”

[lvlyghost]

Salvation II

Pairings: John Price x F!Reader

Summary: after a few months since his last visit, john finally gets the chance to see the girl.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tw:angst, fluff, slightly suggestive (not really) but just in case, mentions of abduction but nothing too explicit. kate shows up bc we stan🫶🏻 john being a softie 🥹✨💞also not proofread🐸

A/N: omg i can't thank y'all enough for the love the first part got🫰🏻🥰 I hope you like this part as much! Please remember english isn't my first language, corrections are appreciated as usual🩵

Masterlist✨ | Part I | Part III

The soft sound of rain outside the house, lightning and a thunder shake the windows. Carrying two cups of hot cocoa in both hands as she walks where John is waiting for her in the living room. He's scrolling through his phone and immediately puts it down when he sees her. A soft smile makes its way to his lips.

She figured she'd make something warm for them to drink. The rain had come pouring down unexpectedly at the fair, which made them run to John's car to no avail. They were soaking wet by the time they reached the automobile, laughing and enjoying the presence of each other.

"We should take a bath before we get sick."

He had suggested, as soon as she opened the door. John had tried to shield her with his coat and beanie, although it could only do so much. Her teeth were chattering, still never losing that damn smile he had grown fond of.

So here they were now, engulfed in their pajamas ready to get some rest. The stuffed otter was placed on the sofa across from him. She handed John the mug to which he thanked and took a small sip.

"Probably not as good as your Earl Grey but..."

"It's perfect, love. C'mere." He pats the empty spot next to him. She obliges, crossing her legs as she sits. A comfortable silence falls between the two for a moment when the sky rumbles again.

"Doctor said once I'm able to go back to social life I should try to go on a date you know?" She began, shaking her head as if the mere idea was delusional. Her thumb absentmindedly tracing the rim of the mug. "Get to know people. She called it healing." She scoffs. "As if it was that easy."

Taking a sip, John watches as she bites her lip. He can't help it but a strange feeling sets in his gut.

"Is that so crazy, sweetheart?" She turns to him, studying his features with a small frown. "You deserve to be happy. Every single day, you deserve that and much more."

"I... I-" she stutters. "What if they think I'm weird John? I can hardly be myself. What happens when they ask about my life? I'm scared. Every time I close my eyes I'm back in that place..." she glances up to the ceiling, glossy eyes threatening to mimic the pouring rain outside. "I'm never going to be normal. Never going to be whole again...-

"Are you afraid of me?" He interrupts her, forcing her to turn to gaze at him. Swallowing saliva, she meets his bright blue eyes. He's dead serious. The cup long forgotten as he had placed it on the small coffee table. She shook her head.

"You saved me. You've seen what I've been through, and no,..." she stops him when he opens his mouth. "I know you've read the files. You must've in order to know what you were getting yourself into, John. And not just you but your team. And every time you look at me I see it. You were there when I testified... no one knows better than you... nobody knows me better than you." She's choking on her own words when she's finished, tears streaming down her face.

John wastes no time, pulling her into his lap as she hugs him as if her life depends on him.

It probably did.

Sobbing and hiding her face in the crook of his neck she feels the pain, the tension, the agony subside; John holds her small shaking frame against his body. He was often scared to touch her even if it was something so innocent like a hug. Something like this. Even when he wanted nothing more than to be near her. Be the one to shield her from the bad dreams, when the memories of the atrocious life she was forced to endure came to haunt her. He's tracing soft circles on her arm in an attempt to soothe her.

"I could never be afraid of you." She assures him.

-

"Do you know how many people I had to call?" Kate asks him not waiting for a response. Both looking at the girl sitting in the room behind the tinted window. "Twelve."

"I get it Kate." He grumbles. "Thank you. I owe you." He crosses his arms not losing sight of the girl he recently rescued. "I just wish they had given her more time to heal. She's in a bad shape, can't they bloody see?"

"I was thinking the same, but the clock is ticking. We can't afford to lose more time."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He's barely gotten any sleep since the mission. She had held his arm the entire ride back. Squeezing with all the strength she had left in her system

"What's gonna happen to her once this is over?"

Kate side eyes John, wondering why he cares so much.

"The NCA will take over from here. Most likely be put under witness protection and given a new identity. Just like the rest of the survivors."

"Hmm." Grunting he takes a step forward.

"John?" She quirks a brow.

"I might just need one last favor."

"Of course." She rolls her eyes feigning annoyance. "This is gonna cost you two tickets for the soccer game next week."

John turns to her.

"You mean the football match?" He politely corrects her.

"I meant what I meant."

"All I remember that morning is I was getting ready for high school. Said goodbye to my grandmother and left. We lived in a complex of apartments with an underground parking lot. She had an old red cavalier that belonged to my grandfather. Last thing I recall is opening the door and then nothing. Just... nothing for years."

-

She feels John standing up from the sofa carrying her body in his strong arms. She doesn't have to look, just know he's taking her to the bedroom. Before he can lay her down on the mattress she gets off of him. Bare feet touching the cool wooden floor. John is about to ask what's wrong. Maybe he made it look like...

She kisses him on the lips. It's quick and it takes him by surprise. Her cheeks flush and eyes go wide, he smiles fondly.

"Do that again." He prompts her.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" She asks with pleading eyes.

"For as long as you want me to." She grabs him by the neck and pulls him down to her level.

"It's okay John. Even if I have ghosts I know you'll make them disappear."

That's all he needs to hear. His hands find her waist, all doubt gone. All this time he was terrified that he'd scare her, not wanting to make the first move. John respected her and wanted the girl to feel safe around him. That's why now after hearing those words he lets himself feel her. The soft edges of her delicate skin. Her labored breathing.

He kisses her soft lips, hand coming up to caress her cheek and then, right there he knows she's let all her walls down for him. Letting him in, see all the parts she thought would have to bury for eternity.

He ought to do the same for her. He has his own ghosts. John needed salvation too. Perhaps in a different way.

And if anyone ever dare to try to harm her, taker her away from him...

He'd kill them all.

[evansbby]

Hello, merry christmas to everyone who celebrate! ✨🤍

My question is how omega steve and rosie spend Christmas this year? What Santa will give to babygirl

and what Steve got Omega and Omega got Steve?

I hope you well 🩷

Awww thank you! Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! ✨✨✨✨

Steve, omega and Rosie spend Christmas at the big Rogers’ mansion with Steve’s parents! It is Rosie’s first Christmas so everyone dotes on her and she has a whole room full of presents! (Seriously, they have a gigantic tree but they couldn’t fit all of Rosie’s presents under it, so in one of the guest bedrooms, all the rest of Rosie’s gifts are stockpiled, filling the room to the brim).

Rosie is the centre of attention as omega and Steve and the grandparents all dote on her and take pictures of all her reactions! She receives a ton of baby toys, picture books, colouring books, dolls, playsets, clothes and more! Rosie is enjoying everything despite her being only about a year old. She even gets a life-sized doll house and a little Barbie car to drive around in! (She’s too small so she just sits inside and looks happy while Steve pushes her).

Omega is very happy to have such a lively Christmas atmosphere as she didn’t grow up with this sort of thing. It makes her emotional to see Rosie get all the love that omega did not get while growing up. She takes a dozen pictures of Rosie on her Polaroid camera (she’s dressed Rosie up in a cute red frock with white patterned leggings for her chubby legs and shiny black shoes!) and she adds them to her scrapbook “Rosie’s first Christmas” 🥹🥹🥹

As for omega’s gifts… well, Steve goes all out. There’s a second guest bedroom that’s stocked full of gifts for her too. Expensive clothes and jewellery, shoes, everything! He even hand paints a portrait of omega and Rosie and frames it and gives it to her and she loves that, she loves how Steve draws her. Steve’s mom gifts omega a solid gold bracelet that is a Rogers’ family heirloom that has been in the family for generations. Steve’s dad gifts her a monogrammed journal with her initials on it and some expensive pens. Omega has never felt so loved 🥹🥹

She gifts Steve a scarf she knitted for him all by herself. It’s become a tradition for her to do that and he loves it and puts it on straight away. She also buys him a new three piece suit because she has good taste and knows what will match his eyes best. She also gives him a special private gift in a special private costume 😌 and Steve loves that too. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🥹🥹🥹🥹

[bloomingdarkgarden]

I absolutely adore the woodsy, witchy, whimsical vibes in WBITDG. It makes me want to run away from my suburban home and just live under a tree.

Anyway, I decided to act on my impulses and take a nice long walk in the woods. I found a recently deceased gorgeous bright green luna moth and just had to take her home.

I figured out how to pin, dry, and frame her and now she sits in a shadowbox in my reading room. A reminder of what can be found in the woods and also a reminder of the story that brought me there.

Thanks for sharing your words with us. I will always treasure your story fondly. <3

I need you guys off anon this week so we can kiss. Like this is so touching and beautiful 🥹 I am so happy you have found bits of magic in the woods. Lunar moths are sooooo special. I found a coyote skull this week which is also in my reading room now. I'm envious of your find though 🦋 ✨🌙 thank you for taking the time to tell me darling.

[july-1804]

Please can you do #19 and #20 🥹

Yes! I have a lot of thoughts about these two prompts.

19. Sending the child with their request to the other parent because they don't want to be the strict one.

Firstly, they both try really hard to establish equal parenting and rules for Mila early on due to the busy nature of their lives and that they do need to rely heavily on their nanny throughout the season. They didn’t want any disparities.

However—as Mila gets older and can actually speak/obey commands (like 2-3years old) both Nico and Jack get a little bit cheeky.

When they’re on the road and Mila is old enough to sleep in a big girl bed in a separate room, she will sometimes toddle into Nico and Jack’s room, half asleep with her cuddly tucked under her arm. She’ll crawl up onto the bed, sometimes with the help of Jack and always while Nico’s in the shower.

“Sleep here wif daddy n papa?” Mila will ask, curling into Jack’s side. He won’t even open his eyes, just curl an arm around Mila’s frame and nods. “We need to stay awake to ask Papa and make sure it’s okay.”

Nico comes out of the shower to find Jack and Mila sound asleep in the king bed. He smiles at his loves and carefully curls up beside them. He will talk to Jack in the morning about keeping Mila’s routine as normal as possible (ie sleeping in her own bed) but secretly adores having her in with them too.

Another instance is when one of them is injured and not playing. If they’re both playing, their Nanny will either stay with Mila in their hotel room until Nico and Jack are home, or if they’re playing at home the Nanny will stay at their place until they’re home. This is so Mila continues to have a good routine of dinner/bath/book/bed. (Unless it’s an important game and Mila will be allowed to come).

If one of them isn’t playing (either on the road or at home) they will always do a pre-game FaceTime call to make sure they get to say goodnight to Mila.

Mila will be all cozy and cute in her pyjamas and say “please daddy/papa I watch game?” and whoever is playing won’t have the heart to say no and always agrees to letting Mila stay up and watch the game.

Of course Mila falls asleep before the first period is over but at least neither Jack nor Nico have to be the bad guy.

20. Noticing traits of their significant other in the child.

Nico absolutely adores that Mila has Jack’s blue eyes. She was born with dark blue eyes but were identical to Jack’s shade of blue by the time she celebrated her first birthday.

They also crinkle in the corners like Jack’s do when she smiles or giggles and it absolutely sends Nico.

Jack loves that Mila has a strong brow and his favourite thing to do to both Mila and Nico is smooth his thumb over their brows if they’re tired, upset, in pain, sick etc.

Mila starts to (unintentionally) take a grounding deep breath before she does something important or is concentrating heavily on a task. It’s giving ‘Nico before a face off’ and Jack is so here for it.

Mila trips and falls quite a bit even after she’s found her feet and learned to walk properly. Jack and Nico were so worried that they took her to her paediatrician and saw a physio for toddlers but after numerous tests and assessments they ruled her just to be a very clumsy child. Nico laughs when they receive her diagnosis and Jack sits there stunned. Like father like daughter.

[rosenallies]

does donut exist in the phone sex au? if she does, i would love a prompt of rosie and donut really bonding while nali is away🥹 i know she is nali's baby, but i would love to see that sweet doggy growing close to her other mommy

Denali stood by the door, her suitcase by her feet, duffle bag slung over her shoulder. “You sure you’ll be okay?”

Chuckling, Rosé kissed her cheek. “I’ll be fine, baby, you’ll only be gone a couple days. I’ll miss you, but I’ll be okay.”

Before Denali could reply, the Uber that was parked outside waiting for her honked impatiently. “Okay then,” she said, standing on her tip toes to kiss Rosé properly, “I’ll call you when I land?”

“Sounds good, tell your skaters good luck. They’re definitely gonna do great with a coach like you.”

“I will, though some of them will be disappointed you’re not joining me,” she giggled, thinking of one of her youngest skaters who told her Rosé and her pretty red hair reminded her of Ariel.

“Next competition, promise, but you better get going before your Uber cancels and you miss your flight. I’ll miss you!”

“I’ll miss you too, oh and before I forget, I wrote you instructions for Donut that I stuck to the fridge. Bye! See you in a few days!”

Rosé hovered by the door until Denali was in the car, halfway down the road before she shut the door, sighing and looking down at the dog at her feet. “Looks like it’s just you and me for a couple days.”

Donut cocked her head to the side, huffing and sauntering off to her little area in the living room Denali had set up for her.

“She’ll be back soon,” Rosé sighed, plopping down on the couch.

She’d never been much of a dog person, having mostly grown up with cats, but she didn’t mind Donut, even if the dog didn’t fully trust her quite yet. She’d been living with Denali for nearly three months and still, the dog hesitated whenever Rosé got too close.

Hours went by with Rosé glued to her spot on the couch, first watching tv, then talking to Denali, then reading; whatever she could do to keep her mind off of the fact that she was alone. It wasn’t until after 10 when she decided the call it a night, the sudden storm that raged outside the window shutting off the power and her reading light.

When she crawled into bed, she’d almost missed it but behind the sound of the rain hitting the roof and the occasional claps of thunder, she heard soft cries coming from underneath the bed. She’d nearly forgotten about Donut and immediately felt guilty thinking about how afraid she knew the little dog was of storms. The last time there was a storm like this one, Denali didn’t sleep a wink because she was too busy coddling the dog, wrapping her tight in a blanket and holding her like a human baby to get her to stop shaking.

“Oh Donie,” Rosé cooed, kneeling on the ground and calling for her to come out, “come here, I won’t hurt you. I know I’m not your mommy but I won’t hurt you.”

It took a few tries, but eventually, Donut slinked out from underneath the bed, still shaking like a leaf. Rosé went to pick her up, which she knew immediately was a bad idea as Donut nervously snapped at her hand.

“Guess I’ll stay here with you,” she sighed, sitting against the bed frame and letting Donut tentatively sniff her hand.

Eventually, they got to a place where Rosé could pet her head and scratch behind her ears. The storm still shook the house, but at least Donut seemed slightly less fearful, until a clap of thunder louder than any Rosé had ever heard before boomed from outside, making Donut jump into her lap, nuzzling her face in Rosé’s neck as she whimpered.

“Are you finally gonna let me pick you up now, hmm?” She tried, holding onto her and lifting herself off the ground, successfully getting herself and Donut into bed.

Rosé sighed as she settled into bed, exhaustion finally setting in. She scratched Donut’s head gently and yawned. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” she said softly as if Donut could understand her.

Hours later, early morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, pulling Rosé from her sleep. She moved to roll over when a tiny wet tongue licked her nose, surprising her. She’d nearly forgotten Donut had fallen asleep curled up against her from the storm.

“Well, good morning to you too.”

Donut replied with a content sigh, laying her head back down and snuggling closer to Rosé, something she often did with Denali. It was too cute for Rosé not to snap a quick photo, sending it off to Denali.

‘Look, we’re bonding,’ the text had said.

Denali replied quickly with a ton of heart emojis, claiming that it was about time her two favorite girls bonded.

Rosé chuckled to herself, patting Donut’s head. “Maybe you are a good dog after all.”

[otakween]

One Pound Gospel - Episode 9 (Final Episode!)

This was so cute and fun 🥹 Just as a silly rom com finale should be. The episode flew by and felt shorter than usual? It was a bit like an extended epilogue since Kosaku already became the champion in the previous episode. I really needed these warm fuzzies after a stressful day at work.

Side note: Somehow this is my first completed Jdrama?? I've lived 31 years and never got around to watching one from start to finish. Hopefully this is the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship.

Notes:

As usual everyone banding together to cheer up a sad Kosaku was really sweet. Talk about a good emotional support net.

Angela and Ueda get a one-on-one! I love Ueda's wise older brother vibes, he was a delight to watch (gotta check out that actor's other stuff).

Of course they had to throw in some more Rumiko Takahashi Easter eggs with Inuyasha and Ranma 1/2 chilling in the background. They even mentioned Inuyasha by name! (Apparently Angela read all 30 volumes in one sitting lol)

Ueda waiting for Kosaku to fall asleep when he was upset that Ueda was leaving 🥺

Kosaku showing off for the kids in the park was great. Transform Champion Man!

Loved the little comedy routine with the guys trying to get Angela to leave the room in the church. I actually laughed out loud quite a few times this episode

Mature!Kosaku tells Angela that he'll wait for her. I didn't really understand that tho. Telling her he'll wait implies that she'll definitely quit being a nun at some point no? It's like he was trying to take the pressure off but instead added a crazy amount of pressure? lol

Boxer!Katsumi was super cute with his bangs pinned back. It was pretty cheesy how everyone announced what their happily ever after was going to be. They really wanted the least ambiguous happy ending possible lol

Happy for the Mukoda gym becoming crazy popular now that they have a champion. Happy for the Chairman mostly, she deserves this :)

The scene where Angela first shows up without her habit and the wedding sequence both felt really awkward lol. In the first scene it took Kosaku like 10 years to look at her face and then the wedding was just strange. Barely anyone in the crowd (wait, does Kosaku just not have any family?) and then they applaud when she walks in? I don't think that's how it works...Also, Kosaku's clown shoes lol

The egg stroganoff bowl looked pretty nasty but I'm sure it's delicious. Why were the nuns eating it tho?

Angela's training to be a housewife with that side pony. I did like her "cozy at home" look the best. Considering her resume (or lack there of), I would say housewife or teacher/daycare worker are her best options.

Kinda ruined the mood when they stamped "This drama is a fiction" right over the final frame. What if I was like "wait, WHAT!?" lol

Whelp, that's it for this franchise (manga, OVA, and live action). Nice to have something short and sweet as I trudge through Digimon. Onto the next!