#startin the day with smooches

[perplexi]

Voxman Week day 5: Kiss!~ 😚💖💋

[yuukimiyas]

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ g’mornin!! here i come to sprinkle extra love & light on you to make this a great start to your wk <33i woke up kinda weird/anxious/sad this mornin so i might not be on a whole lot today until later ໒꒰��ི っ◞‸◟c ꒱ྀིა but i hope everybun has a great monday!!

[shawmilo]

There's Nothing Holdin' Her Back

Warnings:😬Fluff,Smut&A Tiny Bit Of A "Sneeze-Kink".

Request(ed):No.

Word-Count:879,Sentence-Count:57,Paragraph-Count:22,Character-Count:4.988(WithOut Space:4.068),Syllable-Count:1.192.

Theme:Established🥰Relationship,🤒Sick-Fic🤧.

❤️2Have/Get Feedback👍😁😉!!!

Shawn was always kind of a health-freak. He'd try his best to do absolutely any- and everything, to avoid getting sick and to have his vocal cords to the upmost maximum of their abilities. Whatever trick he picked up, here or there; that ensured to be a wonder-remedy for his voice-no matter how wild and crazy it seemed-he'd try out.

Still one fatal day, it happened. He woke up feeling like his head had just collided with a brick wall.

He let out a combination of an irritated grunt and a sigh, trying to get up. His body not being able to cooperate, deciding to let his head plop straight back upon his pillow.

Right at that very moment, his girlfriend appeared; from doing her morning routine in the bathroom.

"Hey Boo, thought you'd be up by now" When he answered with a defeated huff and a raspy, whiny "That's what I was thinkin' too", she lovingly put her hand on his cheek, feeling his temperature. "My god, Shawn; you're burnin' up!"

"I'm gonna call off my appointments, for today", No, Hun; you don't have to do that, on account of me", "I really think it's for the best, besides It's my decision to make", "Are you sure, tho; Hun?", "In all the time we've known each other, what is that thing again; you always say, attracted me to you the most?!", "The way you always seem so sure of yourself?", "That's the thing!...So I'm stayin' right here at home, to treat you; till you're all better"

"But, Hun...", he protests, till she interrupts him "No, Shawn; I said, I'm gonna stay with you and that's final...You know how I get, once I've made up my mind!". All he could do, was to let out a deep sigh; knowing her, she wasn't gonna let up. He wasn't feeling up to an argument right now, plus it wasn't like she didn't always get her way with him anyways.

That brought on a coughing fit, which send her racing off to the kitchen; retrieving the two of them, each a glass of orange juice. She placed them on the nightstand, sat down beside her boyfriend; rubbing his back. "Drink your juice, Boo; It'll help". So he takes a glass, to take a sip from it; thinking it's his and sneezes in it.

"Boo, that's my drink", while taking it from him and drinking from it herself; before placing it back on the nightstand. "Oh, No; Hun...Now you're gonna get sick too!", "Wouldn't mind, sharin' your cold...I wanna share everythin' with you"

She practically immediately starts sneezing herself. "See, told ya; it's startin' already!", "All of a sudden, I'm startin' to feel a little queasy", "Oh, comon over here; Hun"

While he lifts the blanket; inviting her to join him, underneath. They shift and squirm a bit, till they're both comfortable.

"Are you comfy, Hun?", "I can think of somethin' that's gonna make us both feel even more comfy", "If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin', then yeah; we can give it a try"

So he's lining himself up with her, they're spooning and he's hugging her from behind. "Well, great minds; that's what I love 'bout you". He opens his mouth, to say something ;but she continues with: "You didn't think I picked you, just 'cause of your looks; now did you?!"

When she finally has him snugly buried within her, and he's leaving a trail of smooches; from her neck to her spine, she starts to wiggle a bit; pushing herself back on him, making him groan: "Tryin' to get even more comfy, Hun?". She answers with a "Humm"

But he's still not moving, like she expected him to. So she pulls and pushes back again, growing impatient; making him groan again, but now out of frustration.

Clearly annoyed, she speaks up: "Thought we were thinkin' of the same thing?, apparently not!". Planting a firm kiss on her shoulder blade, he replies: "Thought we would just do a little Cockwarmin', to you know; warm you up a little"

"But now, you got me all warmed up; in a whole other way...So, Whatta ya gonna do 'bout that; éh?!", "But hun, I'm really not feelin' up to it; if I'm bein' honest...I'm afraid I'm only gonna disappoint you", "Oh, Boo; I can't imagine ever bein' disappointed in you"

With that she turns and flips the both of them over, only to straddle him and start to ride him.

"Hold on, a little bit; Hun". He grabs the blanket, to wrap it around her. "I don't want you to get even more sick, then you already are; Hun" and kisses her forehead, continuing with: "Oh my, you're burnin' up", "Yeah, burnin' for you; to love on me"

"Okay...You win, we're gonna do it your way; but please have some mercy on me", "It'll be okay, Boo...Imma do all the work, you just lay back; relax and enjoy...I'm gonna teach you how to love me"

"God, I honestly couldn't say; which is more runnin' with wetness!", "Huh?", he continues with: "Your nose...Or that aching pussy of yours", "Uhm, maybe; you should clean it up, then", "Maybe, I should...Well, come sit that pretty drippin' pussy of yours; on my starvin' mouth then, so I can devour you; Hun"

Before she even has the chance to mount her stallion, he affectionately licks her nose; slowly and gently.

[presidentbungus]

Engie hears the door open, three quick footsteps--and then Medic's right up behind him, on a stool he stole from the other end of the room, and long arms snake their way under his armpits. There's a head on his shoulder. Engie turns and gives his cheek a smooch.

"Hey there, handsome. That was... unusually violent. You up to something?"

Doc closes his eyes and nudges Engie's cheek with his nose, the universal sign of I am sad slash tired I do not want to talk right now.

"... Oh. One of those days, huh."

Medic mumbles an incomprehensible response into his neck, wrapping his arms around him and sighing. To be honest Engie's shoulder's startin' to hurt from where he's leaning against it but, well, what are you gonna do.

"Anything I can do for you?"

Took a lot of training to get him to actually say what he wants, but he's been good enough about it Engie trusts him when he just shakes his head. Medic'll say it later, when he's up to talking: sometimes just the feeling of him being there's enough. To be honest it makes Dell all warm and fuzzy inside to think about. Obviously Doc's feelings are the priority, but it is a uniquely cozy thing to be enough just by being there. Neither of them have to say nothing.

Swear to god, he might be the luckiest guy in the whole world.

"Y'know you're probably gonna wreck your back sitting like that." He tries to use the same high-and-mighty tone Doc gets when he's lecturing Dell about drinking coffee or sleeping properly or something--he's awful at it but Medic snickers, squeezes him a little tighter.

"Mmm. I'm sure."

"I ain't ever gonna move from this spot again long as you can help it, huh?"

He opens his eyes just a little to give him one hell of a side-glare. "No."

"Thank you for letting me down easy."

"Mmmm."

[moemoemammon]

If the requests are still open, could you write some headcanons about how the brothers would react if MC who doesn't show them any affection beyond smiles and handpats (because they are awfully shy) started showering the cat they adopted in smooches and cuddles (because their love for cats is as bad as Satan's)?

MC isn't Very Affectionate! But....

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros!)

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Lucifer

Honestly? He's the same way.

Lucifer doesn't show his affection in physical ways despite a head pat or something, so he doesn't see anything wrong with the way you do things.

He's gotten used to it, until you were suddenly showering your cat in affection. You'd found it in the garden one day and begged him to let you keep it until you'd found someone to take out in, so he relented.

There's no way he's jealous over the way you're treating that cat. He’d never let himself stoop to such a level. But the way you're always coping and kissing at that feline....

"MC, don't you have an exam you need to study for? I've seen your schedule and I believe you could benefit from a bit of extra studying. In the meantime, I'll be taking the cat to my office. You don't need any distractions."

Mammon

Um?? Hello?? Earth to human??

Can't you see he's literally asking for your attention? Or are you so thick that he's gotta spell it out for ya?!

Mammon doesn't get it at all! He thought you were just scared in the beginning, but now he knows you're just the type that doesn't hug or anything! Mammon might seem like a cool guy™️, but he's got his moments where he wants to hug!

And why's he gotta compete with a cat all of a sudden?! Now he thinks you're just messing with him! You're always kissing that cat and patting it's head... Pat his head too, damn it!

"OI! MC!! How long are you gonna baby talk that cat, huh?? Look, I'm takin' it away, for your own good! You've got an addiction so bad you're startin' to act like Satan! If ya want it back, uh... come to my room everyday afterschool and try to convince me! Yeah!"

Levi

He's not the most openly affectionate either because of his 'yucky otaku' complex, but as the two of you grow closer, he wonders what it's like to hug you sometimes...

But maybe you don't want that? You never ask for it, not like he expects you to wanna hug someone like him. Gah, but he wants to! At least hold his hands!!

And now he sees that you've done a complete 180, and you're all over that stray cat! How is that fair?!

He's not jealous of a cat he's not jealous of a cat he's not jealous of a cat he's not jealous o-

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY HENRY!! Gaaaah, look at me, too! Pat my head or something!! If it's the ears and tail you like, I'll even cosplay!!! No WAY I'll let myself lose to a cat!!!!!"

Satan

Mhm mhm. He completely understands.

People show their affection in a ton of different ways. For instance, Satan shows he cares by harassing the people around him. In your case, you choose more subtle ways, other than physical affection.

And he especially understands your affinity for cats. They're better than people, aren't they? They're small and cute, and they don't talk back.

Tbh he probably joins you, or you two are competing over who gets to have the cat for the day. You're practically coparenting at this point.

"MC, it's my day. We agreed that I'd have her every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. But if you're feeling lonely, why don't you join the both of us? I was just going to go out to get her some new toys. Want to come?"

Asmo

Affection is his love language, so Asmo thinks you're either teasing him, or playing shy. There's no way you can really keep your hands off of him, right? ❤️

R...right?

Asmo's never had trouble getting people to return his affections, but you're a literal mystery to him! No matter what he does, you don't respond!

And now he's trying to compete with a CAT?! Clearly you don't understand the awe-inspiring magnificence that is Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust!! Maybe he just has to remind you?

"MC~ Don't you think I haven't been getting enough love today? At this rate, I might start crying! It's no fair if you love that cat more than me, so can't you pay attention to me, too? I'll accept a kiss as an apology, thanks~!"

Beel

Beel has his moments when he's affectionate, and when he isn't.

But overall, he's a hugger. He likes to embrace his brothers when he's happy, and you're no exception. It didn't take him long to realize you weren't the same though, reminding him more of Lucifer.

It wasn't a bad thing. He thinks that's just how you are, so he's fine with it as long as you're comfortable. So... why are you snuggling with that cat, then?

He's starting to think you might just have a thing against touching people. Maybe it's a weird phobia? Are you a germaphobe?? He's started washing the hell out of his hands lately...

"MC. Are you afraid of germs? I just took a shower, so it's fine if you hug me. I'm clean. Or... if you want me to hug you instead, I can do it. It's fine if you're nervous. I won't hug you too tightly."

Belphie

Belphie is always finding his head on your lap one way or another. Actually, any part of you will do as long as he gets to nap with you.

And if he isn't leaning on you, he's pulling you to him, either pulling you into bed, cornering you in the hall, or playing pranks where he grabs you from behind to startle you. He's almost as bad as Asmo, even if he's more subtle about it.

You rarely respond to his affection unless he asks you to, but he figures that's just a part of your personality. Or so he thought, until he saw the way you were coddling that cat...

It's annoying... you're always kissing and petting that thing when you could be doing the same to him! It's not like he’d admit to something as lame as being mad at a cat, though.

"My hair is just as soft, isn't it? As that cat's fur, I mean. So if you really want to pet something, you could stroke my hair instead. I won't meow, but it's fine if I just say your name, right?"

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol. 5: Mukami Yuma [Track 4]

Original title: 暴き出す本意

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 5 Mukami Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here 

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: The MC put up a decent fight in this one, but in the end nobody in the DL universe is safe from those addicting fangs. I hate pain but all of these Vampire anime make it seem like being bitten by one is the most amazing thing in the world??? Or maybe the DL MC really just is a hopeless M who gets off on pain lol. Either way, Yuma’s whispering was really seductive in this track, it made me blush a little. > /// < He definitely holds his title as nr. 1 Mukami in my book for now. 

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 4: Exposed True Motives

You are running away from Yuma at school.

*WOOSH*

*Clunk*

“...Haah...Finally gotcha.”

You are slowly backed into a corner. 

“Not just at home, but ya kept on avoidin’ me at school too, runnin’ from one place to another...”

*Rustle*

“But ya won’t have an easy time gettin’ away from me when locked up in the storage room, huh?”

You flinch as he pins you against the wall. 

*THUD*

“The door’s locked, you’re backed ‘gainst the wall...I’ve got ya perfectly cornered. I’m sure you’re aware, but it’s been exactly one week since we started this. ‘Cause ya kept on runnin’ all over the place, it’s the final day already. I’ve reached my limit as well...”

You ask if he is really that hungry. 

“...’Course! Every time I got to drink yer blood, ya rewinded time on me. In short, that means I haven’t had a single drop of blood this whole damn week!”

You nod in understanding. 

“’I see’, my ass! Don’t keep a guy waitin’ like this! Well, I’m gonna hit ya with all of my pent-up frustration today.”

Yuma runs his hand across your skin.

*Rustle rustle*

“Heh, I’ve only touched ya a lil’ and you’re already becomin’ sensitive? The scent of blood comin’ from yer skin is sugary sweet as well.”

You frown.

“Seems like ya have no idea why this is happenin’ yerself either, huh? ...Idiot. Try thinkin’ ‘bout it. No matter how many times we went back, our memories always remained intact, right? Which means even if yer body is returned to its original state, the pain and pleasure still lingers in yer mind. ‘Cause of that, ya end up cravin’ for the sensations inside yer head. In other words...You’ve been just as wantin’ as me this whole time, haven’t ya?”

You flinch. 

“Say...Ya understand now, don’t ya? Ya just want my fangs so badly. ...So stop bein’ unnecessary stubborn. Be honest to yerself. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“See? You’re already lettin’ those nice cries slip just from a lil’ kiss on the cheek. How ‘bout yer ears, huh? This place is really sensitive...If I were to kiss ya here, you’d be in even more trouble, huh? Wouldn’t ya feel so good, ya won’t even have the time to think ‘bout usin’ that hourglass of yers? Mmh...”

*Smooch*

You moan out again.

“See? I only stimulated ya a lil’ but you’re already putty in my hands. You’re losin’ the strength in yer body, right? Yer legs are tremblin’ too, you’re barely managin’ to stay standin’...”

*Rustle rustle*

You drop onto your knees.

“Ah-aah...Yer legs gave in. Oh well. I get to do much more suckin’ yer blood like this, so I couldn’t ask for more.” 

You look up at Yuma.

“Haha...You’re makin’ the usual lewd expression. Very well. Go ahead and entice me with that erotic face of yers. I’ll gladly accept yer challenge. ...Come on, open yer mouth and stick out yer tongue.”

You obey.

“Mm...Good girl.”

Yuma kisses you passionate.

“...Don’t be scared. I’m just play-bitin’ ya a lil’. Ya like this too, don’t ya?”

You nod.

“Hooh? Seems like you’ve learnt how to be honest. Then hurry up and fess up already. Admit that ya want me. This whole time - for an entire week now - yer body has been achin’ uncontrollably whenever I touch ya, right? I can tell ‘cause I feel the exact same way. I want ya so badly too...And ya should want me to mess ya up real good too...Say it. Yearn for me like the greedy girl ya are. ...If not, it almost seems like this love of mine is one-sided.”

You lift your head.

"Say...What’s yer answer?”

You mumble. 

“Pfft...I can’t hear ya when you’re whisperin’ like that. Or are yer feelings only worth that much?”

You repeat yourself, shouting this time. 

“Hehe. Yeah, that was loud enough. Ya get a pass.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ah-aah...You finally said it, huh? Geez, ya really are one hell of a stubborn woman. Well, I guess that’s fine ‘cause I like that side of ya too. I’ll make sure to give ya yer reward now. I want to suck yer blood so badly, it’s startin’ to get hard for me too. I won’t be stoppin’ any time soon, so brace yerself. Ughーー!”

Yuma pins you down.

*Rustle rustle*

“This is the ideal position for lovers, don’t ya think? I get to take in yer everythin’ from on top...And seein’ ya lay on yer back underneath me like that, ya look even more delicious than usual. Well then...Where should I suck from first...?”

*Rustle*

“Maybe I should think ‘bout it after strippin’ ya down?”

You shake your head, telling him that’s too embarrassing. 

“Really? What’s there to be embarrassed ‘bout by this point?”

*Rustle*

“I’m tired of seein’ yer scrawny body...”

You frown.

“Hehe...Whatcha gettin’ all sad ‘bout? It proves that I love ya regardless. If anythin’, ya should be happy.”

You ask Yuma if he truly feels that way.

“Of course. ...So cheer up. I’m gonna give ya somethin’ good right now, so stop thinkin’ ‘bout unnecessary shit. All ya need to focus on is my fangs...Haah...My head’s spinnin’ from the sweet scent of blood...Yer cleavage, for example, is lookin’ hella good right now...”

*Smooch*

“Mmh...This is bad, seriously. Come on, it’s time for the moment you’ve been waitin’ for. Better watch closely as my fangs pierce yer skin...”

Yuma bites you.

*Sluuuuurp*

“...Haah...Oi, didn’t I tell ya to look? Don’t avert yer eyes. Take it all in.”

You protest.

“I won’t take no as an answer. If it’s that embarrassin’, just throw yer reason out of the window already.”

You shake your head.

“There’s nothin’ scary ‘bout it. I’m here with ya, right? I don’t care just how corrupted ya get. If anythin’, try and tempt me more by twistin’ and turnin’ yer body ‘round. I’ve held back this whole time...So don’t ya think I deserve a lil’ reward?”

*Rustle*

“Haah...Anyway, this is seriously bad. The fuck’s goin’ on with yer blood? The more I suck, the more I end up cravin’ it. I feel like I’ll go crazy if I don’t get another sip. Ya might actually be a Witch, the kind ya can’t escape from once ya get hooked on her. Ah...Not yet...I haven’t had enough yet.”

He bites you again.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Aah...Haha...I’m surprised by my own lack of control...I might just suck ya dry at this rate...However, it’d be a shame to devour ya in one go...I should take my time to thoroughly savor ya...”

You beg for Yuma to suck your blood more.

“...Hm? Ya prefer that as well? Ya must have really been holdin’ back for those words to be comin’ from yer mouth. ーー Anyway, ya sure ya don’t need to use that lil’ hourglass of yers? At this rate, ya’ll seriously end up devoured by me.”

You shake your head.

“Hehe...Figured so. In the end, that’s yer true nature. For how much ya act like a Saint, you’re so weak to the pleasure. That’s the type of women I want to taint the most. Go ahead...Drown in it. If ya do, I can love and seek ya out even more intensely...So don’t hold back...and lose yerself. (1)”

Yuma bites you a third time.

*Sluuuuurp*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The verb ‘iku’ often means ‘to go’, but it can also refer to someone having a climax during sex, or to get high/get tripped up (from drugs, from example). In the DL universe, it is often used to prompt the MC to give in to her own desires and go mad from pleasure. 

[theramseyloft]

2/25/21 Loft Notes

Apparently, there is an embargo on all live animals until mid March because of the disaster in TX.

It's the end of February now.  The middle of march is only about 2 and a half weeks away.

That's about how long I'll hold a bird who is ready on reserve.

And it'll give Cody time to recover before we try again.

I still haven't heard from the local post office about his return...

Kiiinda wish they'd said there is an embargo...  Unless that was declared after he'd left.

Right?!  It must not have been announced yet, though, because chick shipments had come in that day.

Betty tread Liang...

Liang is going to be made available after her next clutch.

Dodger may be skittish, but she raised friendly peeps.

This is the first I can actually document a hen so skittish that she gave her clutch anxiety.

Probably.

I may keep him and the first hatch of next clutch for temperamental comparison and keep which ever ends up less skittish for breeding.(edited)

If she still flees the next clutch the second I get within three feet, I won't have to.

Satin and Sprinks long awaited peep has arrived!

Just spent some cuddle time with Hoss.

For a little bit, they're pretty snoppish, but they relaxed and got curious after a few minutes.

We're working on words, presently.

The know "want to go back?" "Preen" "smooch", that Hoss means them, and what part their head is.

I tried giving them a treat, but they did NOT want it!

I'm working on teaching them to let me know when they want to co back after they've relaxed.

Tandy has selected a box, and she's broody

If she lays friday or Saturday, it'll be Farthing's egg.

If she lays Monday or after, it'll be Cherub's.

You need to see how Dio cuddled into the crook of my arm.

Farthing, of all birds, claims that Dio is a hen.

He only tries to get hens to crouch. He prefers to be topped by cocks.

He's happy to be topped by switch hens! But he never tried to top a cock.

Vito is fucking killing me.

Leela is crouching for him, but he just keeps strutting forward and pushing her like a preset wind up toy.

I fear for the sense of their children...

Please take after Leela...

Cody is back.

And there has apparently been a change in his family's life. A Pigeon may not be a good match for them after all, so it works out.

--------- wants him, but not till May I don't want him breeding again before then. And I think it would be cruel for me to confine him to QT that long...  Hopefully, some one wants him when the embargo lifts.

An adult cock added to an established pair could break them up. If he's attractive enough, a hen may leave her mate for him.

Got this gem from some one looking to adopt a baby:

"Oh ok cool, how much is the shipping for a pigeon? So I looked at your website and it said the birds are 100$ are the adults the same  Normally pigeons are 10$"

Mah gud bitch....

Pigeons are normally between $30 and $170, depending on breed.

Some one selling them for $10 bred too many and these are the excess they couldn't sell.

I really hate that the first thing I have to say to potential clients is now "We have a wait list and a screening process. I'll be happy to add you to the wait list after the screening process finishes."

Gotta tell ya...  Startin' off real strong there trying to guilt me lower when I bust this much ass and actually pay for veterinary care.

I keep my prices where they are because the whole point of this is an accessible therapy animal well suited to mental health work.

Meds are fucking expensive.

Hell, life is fucking expensive.  

I don't want a bird bred and trained to be helpful to some one priced out of their reach.

We are looking to add some equipment.

An extendable net for rescue work.

And a better microscope for streaming.

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

Blue Ain’t Your Color

Joe Liebgott x OC

His eyes were on her and her eyes were on Malarkey. An unexpected pang of jealously shot through his heart. Frankie was nothing more than a kid-sister to Joe, he reminded himself. He had only conspired with Luz to dress her up like a real girl for the laugh. But he wasn't laughing now.

It sounded like a laugh when they first  came up with the idea to dress Frankie up like a real girl. She would  have the chance to take her shot at Malark dolled up to the nines, and  Joe would be entertained by the ridiculous sight of Frankie in a dress:  win, win.

The idea had started as a whim when they passed a store in town that had a beautiful light blue dress in the window.

"What I wouldn't give to see a woman in that," Joe had said half-joking.

"Lucky  you there's a dance this weekend," Luz said, lighting up a cigarette, "Oh shit!" he said as if hit by a stroke of genius, "you know who would  look good in that dress? Frank!"

"I hope you don't mean Perco."

"Yes,  Joe, I mean Frank Perconte. Looks just his size! No! Frankie, how good  would she look in that?" Joe could barely remember Frankie was a girl let alone picture her in that dress. But he was bored and curious.

Luz grinned mischievously, "should we get it for her?"

"She wouldn't wear it."

"She would if we bought it for her. She'd feel guilty we spent all that money."

"Yeah about all that money…"

"Oh  come on Lieb, it's not like you've got anywhere else to spend it!   Unless you're paying Sobel to sneak into your tent at night."

Joe shot Luz a dirty look. "Fine, fuck it, let's get it."

"And lipstick too!" Luz said over his shoulder, he was already entering the store.

"Lipstick?"

"Yeah, lipstick! All the dames wear it, we can't send her out without lipstick."

They had waited until the night of to give the dress to Frankie. That way, she couldn't find a way to back out.

"You got plans tonight Frankie?" Luz had asked.

"Not  a single one," she said unsuspectingly. She was lounged across Luz's   bunk, lazily flipping through a magazine. "I hope you guys have fun   tonight though!" She said as an afterthought, looking up. The men were   bustling around her, taking pulls from contraband flasks, greasing their  hair, and straightening ties.

"Why don't you come with us, doll?" Bill asked.

"Nah, you guys go have a good time," Frankie waved her hand dismissively.

"Frank, when was the last time you dolled yourself up and hit the town?" Luz asked.

She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Um how about never, Luz?" she said dryly, "who 'hits the town'?"

"Never? In all twenty years of your life?" Joe mocked.

She moved to kick him but he dodged out of the way. "I haven't got a dress."

"Poof! Problem solved!" Luz announced. He dropped a brown, paper-wrapped package on her magazine.

"What the hell's this?" She asked.

"Happy birthday!" Luz said with fanfare.

"It's not my birthday, George."

"What's that?" Perconte came up to Luz's bunk, brushing his teeth.

"Good news," Luz smacked him on the shoulder, "the better-looking Frank is coming out with us."

"You wearin' your OD, Fran?" Perco asked.

"No, she's a woman, women wear dresses," Luz said.

"Is that what's in the package?" Perconte asked.

"Yeah,  and it'll look great! Come on now, hop to it now kid!" Joe clapped his  hands at Frances. She stood up hesitantly, "you're kidding me," she   said.

"Afraid not, kiddo, get changed!" Joe said.

Frances   disappeared into the back of the barracks for some privacy. A lot of the  guys were already dressed and were trickling out the door.

"Any day now Frankie!" Luz called.

"No laughing!" she shouted back.

"Are you saying my taste in women's clothing is funny?" Luz retorted. He turned to Joe and Perconte chuckling.

"Oh  wow," Perconte exhaled. Luz snapped his head back to where Frances had  just entered the light. She still wore her short combat boots but the blue dress fit perfectly. It clung to her hips and chest, revealing   curves Joe had never realized were there.

"How's it look?" she asked timidly.

"Wow," Luz echoed.

"You  look," Joe was lost for words. She wasn't anything close to what he had  expected. In his mind, she was just a little girl who happened to know a  thing or two about bandaging wounds. But in this dress, she was a  woman. Joe cleared his throat, "fits well!"

"I told ya," Luz said, "I got great taste."

"The shoes though?" Perconte asked.

"Yeah, Frankie baby, you gotta take those off," Luz said.

"I don't have any other shoes!" She protested.

"Well good thing good ol' Luz thinks of everything," Luz said. "Joe, grab the shoes…and the lipstick!"

"Lipstick?" Frances asked apprehensively.

"Yeah, lipstick," Joe tossed the tube at her and she caught it perfectly, "apparently all the dames wear it."

"I'm not wearing heels," Frances said as Luz produced a pair of black pumps.

"Look,"  Joe turned on his most convincing voice, "this could be your chance to  win over Malarkey. Ya know, get a little drink, a little dance, a little  smooch…"

Frances blushed furiously.

"He's right," Luz nodded enthusiastically.

"You can't wear your boots with that dress," Perconte added. He checked his watch, "come on, times a' tickin'."

"It'll look great, Franks, I swear. Joe and I wouldn't spend money and let ya look bad would we?" Luz said.

Well, Joe hadn't wanted her to look bad but didn't expect her to look that good.

Joe  had met Mary Frances his first week at Fort Bragg after he had gotten into a small bar fight with one of the privates in another company. McClung had led him to the medical building with a bloody lip.

"You idiot, you'll definitely need stitches and there will be no hiding it. Sobel will be all over you in the morning."

"Yeah,  he wishes he could be all over me," was the only retort I had in me. My  head was spinning – Joe couldn't tell if it was because of the punch  he'd taken straight to the jaw or the alcohol he had drunk that night.

Frances  had been the only one left in the medical building when they arrived. She  was perched beside a cot with a single lamp on. Beside her was a basket  of muslin bandages which she was rolling into neat balls. She wasn't  dressed like a nurse. Instead, she was wearing the O.D. greens that  every other medic wore.

"Could we get some help here?" McClung  unceremoniously dropped me on the cot closest to the door. At that  moment, Joe wasn't confident if she was a male or female. Her hair was  tightly pinned back and in my state her over-sized uniform just made her  look like another skinny private.

But when she came over McClung  took off his crumpled cap and said, "evening Miss, he's got a busted lip  here that I believe may need some stitching."

"If this is how  you're acting when I get a busted lip how are you gonna be once we  jump?" Joe asked McClung. He ignored his skinny friend.

Frances  gently took his jaw in her hands and tilted it towards the light to get a  better look. Then, she disappeared for a moment. She returned with a  bowl of water, alcohol, and some cotton.

"It just looks a little  swollen to me, only a minor cut," she said dabbing at my face, "mouth  wounds bleed a lot but are quick to heal up on their own."

Joe had  the opportunity to get a clear look at her as she worked. She was pretty enough once he realized she was a girl, but seemed a bit young. It was a mystery to him as to why she was here, and here alone. There   weren't any other women on the base.

"You'll be alright, Private." She said finally discarding the bloodied cotton into her bowl, "Next time try to stay calm."

"Hey, he decked me!"

She gave him a stern look. McClung said begrudgingly, "well, you did go for him first."

Joe spat on the ground, "he was askin' for it."

The next time Joe saw Mary Frances he was returning to the barracks with a few of the other fellas. She walked by with Eugene Roe and another medic he didn't recognize.   "Hey, isn't that the dame that nursed your wounds Joe?" George Luz said loudly.

"It is!" McClung confirmed.

"Why's she with the medics?" Luz asked, "hey, Roe!" Eugene Roe turned back at the sound of his name.

"Yeah, George?" he asked.

"Who's  your lady friend?" Luz asked. Eugene turned to look back at Frances.   She and the other medic had stopped a few paces ahead to wait for Roe.

"Who? Frances?" Eugene sounded confused.

"Is  that her name?" Luz jogged up to Roe. The rest of the guys loitered   behind him, curious enough to stick around to find out about the woman   amongst them.

"Yeah, this here's Mary Frances. She's part of the medical corp. here." Roe said.

"Well,  I'll be," Luz exhaled dramatically, "and she nursed up our Joe here   real good. Good one to have on our team. Joe! Joe, get over here. Did   you ever thank our medic here?" he gestured between them, urging Joe to come over.

Joe stayed put but called out, "thanks." She nodded in acknowledgment.

After that Joe Liebgott seemed to run into Mary Frances a lot; enough  times for him to learn to drop the Mary from Mary Frances. She became  Frances and eventually Frankie to all the men in Easy Company.

"So, Mary Frances, where'r you from?" Joe Toye asked through a bite of food at the mess one day.

"Boston."

"Mary Frances," Bill Guarnere interjected, "that's a Catlik name ain't it?"

Frances nodded, "but I prefer Frances, or Fran."

"You practicing?" Bill asked.

Frances shrugged. Luz nudged Bill, "eh, leave her alone gonorrhea."

"Italian?" Bill ignored Luz.

"Irish actually," Frances said.

"No shit, even with all that dark hair of yours?"

"Black Irish," Frances explained.

"No  shit, well you're not in short company, we got a lot of crazy mick's   around here. Startin' with this one!" Bill clapped a red hair guy on the  shoulder.

"This here's our ol' Malarkey," Bill said, "he's not from Boston. But he's got the red hair."

"Hi, Donald Malarkey," Malarkey smiled and offered his hand to Frances.

"Frances, nice to meet you!"

Once  the meal was over Joe and a bunch of the other easy guys headed towards  the barracks to change into PT gear. Frances trailed along with them,  on her way to the medical building which was on the way.

"So you're from Boston?" Joe overheard Malarkey ask her. He walked alongside her at the back of the group. "Born and raised! Where are you from?"

"Astoria," he said, "Oregon."

"I've heard it's beautiful out there!" she said.

"Oh it is, rainy in the winter but amazing in the summer. It's right by the water, a bit like Boston."

"Sounds  like I'm the god-damn mick matchmaker," Bill Guarnere announced. The   guys all chuckled. "Watch out," Bill lightly hit Joe on the stomach as   they walked, "those Irish-Catliks breed like rabbits."

They liked Frankie.  She was cute, real spunky. The guys of Easy company were quick to take  her in. She was tough enough to take their jokes — and didn't flinch at  their language — but her innocence made her easy to tease, which was  fun. She knew her shit too, for a medic. Frankie didn't train like the  rest of the soldiers but they shared most meals. Eventually, she joined  them more and more for games of cards and out at the bars on weekends.

They  all seemed to enjoy having something sweet around. Frances wasn't girly  but she still offered a female presence that seemed to soften  everything.

One night Frances was hanging around while a few of  the guys played cards. She had opted out of gambling that week in  recognition of some Catholic holiday - which Joe called BS on. He was  pretty sure she was still licking her wounds from getting her ass handed  to her in the poker game the week before.

"Gotta piss," Malarkey  announced. He clumsily got up from the little circle they had formed,  stumbling across Frankie as he left.

"Sorry, Fran! Excuse me," Malarkey quickly apologized.

"No, no worries! Sorry, I'll move-" Frances instantly became flustered. Joe couldn't have been the only one to notice her flush.

He raised her eyebrow at her. She smacked his shoulder, "what're you lookin' at?"

She knew exactly what. "He's too old for ya kid," Joe said taking a long drag off his cigarette.

Frances  stuck out her chin in that stubborn way Joe had quickly gotten to know,  "I'm fairly certain he's only a year or two older than me."

"How old even are ya?" Bill asked.

"That's rude to ask a lady," Floyd Talbert interjected.

"Well  she ain't a lady is she, she's Frank," Bill retorted, "one of the   fellas." Perconte looked up at the sound of his name, clearly not paying  attention. Talbert rolled his eyes. Joe snuck a look at Frances to see  how she was responding to being called one of the guys. She revealed   nothing.

"I'm twenty," she said leaning back on Joe's mattress. The men nodded, satisfied.

"Really?" Joe asked, "twenty? You look a helluva lot younger than that."

Frances screwed up her face, unsure whether to be offended or not. "Well, I'm twenty. Twenty-one in April."

She  looked so small to Joe in her oversized uniform. With her face smudged  up from the day and her hair pulled back, she looked like another   scrawny kid fresh out of high school. Clearly, from Bill's comment, Joe wasn't the only one who had forgotten that she was actually a grown   woman. Had Malarkey noticed? Joe wondered what he thought of Frances.

After that night Joe seemed to notice Frances checking out Malarkey constantly. She did her best to keep it under wraps, but she was young, eager, and naïve. Malark was a good lookin' guy, Joe supposed. But he barely seemed  to notice her. Which of course wasn't a surprise, she blended in with  the guys. Joe found unexpected comfort in that thought.

One  evening Joe was walking back to his barrack from the bathrooms when he  noticed Malarkey leaving the medical building. He instantly recognized  the red hair illuminated by the single light that hung from the   building's roof.

"Malarkey!" Joe called. The younger man jumped, startled at the noise.

"Where the hell'd you come from?" Malarkey asked.

Joe  gestured back to the bathrooms, "nature called." Joe narrowed his eyes  suspiciously, "what're you doing in medical? You alright?"

"Oh, I, uh, an old cut on my hand busted." Malarkey held up his freshly bandaged hand as means of explanation.

"How bad was it you had to come to medical?"

Malarkey  shrugged, "not so bad now. You headed back?" Malarkey noticeably   re-directed the conversation. A thousand suspicions filled Joe's head.

"I'm surprised anyone was even there." He said as they fell into step, walking towards the barracks.

"Lucky me," Malarkey said vaguely.

"Who fixed ya up? Roe?"

"Frances!"

"Oh yeah, she cleaned me up one night too, fixed my lip after that fight," Joe said.

"Right! It's handy she has a bunk in the back."

Joe  gave Malarkey a look. That wasn't common knowledge, Joe hadn't known   that. He had never thought about where Frances slept before.

"Ya know," Malarkey was quickly back-peddling, "because she can't sleep in a room full of guys! Wouldn't be proper."

"Right, sure," Joe said.

One weekend dinner Joe sat across from Frances and Luz. Luz was teasing her about her crush, who happened to be sitting down the line at the table.

"Your loverrrr…" Luz was saying. Frances shook her head but was giggling.

"Tell me all the dirty details!" Luz teased.

"I didn't realize you'd run out of inspiration, George," Frances giggled.

"I'm more concerned about your alone time," George said.

"Give it a rest, won't ya?" Joe snapped.

Luz held his hands up in mock defense, "no need to be jealous, Joe."

Joe  shook his head and picked at his food. Frances's head was down, hiding  her blush, but she glanced up at Joe through thick eyelashes. "You know fraternizing is against the rules," he snapped at Frances this   time. She stared at him; shock then hurt quickly crossed her face before  she composed herself again.

"Good thing there hasn't been any   fraternizing then," she responded measuredly, keeping cool eye contact   with Joe. He felt his face grow hot; from anger, jealousy, or   embarrassment he wasn't sure.

George raised his eyebrows dramatically, "oooh, mystery solved."

"I'm so pissed," Perco said slamming his tray down on the table.

"What's happened, Frank?" Frances asked.

Once  the meal ended Joe made a point of finding Frances before she broke off  from the group. He felt guilty for snapping at her earlier. He wasn't  sure where that had come from. But something had felt off ever since Joe  had seen Malarkey leaving the medical building that late night. Was  there more to their relationship that he wasn't seeing?

"I'm sorry for jumpin' down your throat earlier," Joe said.

"No sweat, Joe," Frances shrugged.

"I just don't want ya gettin' in trouble ya know? Gotta keep an eye out for each other."

"Yeah,"  she smiled, "thanks, Joe." She walked off and Joe exhaled, running a   hand through his hair. Maybe he was reading into it.

"She sounds really lovely, Bull." Frances and Bull were sitting in the barracks, cleaning their rifles when Joe and a few of the other guys came back.

"What about you? Anyone special at home?" A half-smoked cigar hung from Bull's mouth.

"No, no one sending me special letters," Frances skimmed her cloth expertly across the stock of her rifle.

"I don't believe that, a pretty girl like you." Bull said congenially.

"Well, I haven't felt like a pretty girl in years." Joe heard Frances say.

"Did you ever go to dances?" Bull asked.

"Oh yeah, I love dancing. Although, I never got the hang of doing it in heels."

"I don't understand how you ladies ever walk around in those."

"Beats me! I prefer these," Frances clicked her boots together.

An image of Frances in her O.D's stumbling around in heels immediately came to Joe's mind. He stifled a laugh.

"You leavin' anytime soon?" he asked, "some of us gotta change."

"Nothin' she hasn't seen already, Joe." Bull said.

"Yeah, you're not packing anything special!" Talbert added.

"Don't  worry," Frances said, gathering her things, "I'm finished anyway! See you guys later!" She moved quickly, quicker than she needed to.

"No rush, really, Frank, I was just bustin' your balls," Joe said.

"No,  no worries. I gotta head out anyways!" she said. She bolted to the door  where Malarkey just happened to be exiting. Ah, Joe thought, there's  the explanation.

Malarkey greeted her with a smile. Their dialogue  was incoherent but Joe didn't miss how Malarkey's hand quickly went to  her lower back as he ushered her out the door ahead of him.

"Now the lipstick," George Luz said like a stern mother. He led Frances over to a little mirror that was posted to the beam of one of the bunks.

Carefully,  Frances applied the deep red shade. Her lips were full, and absolutely  kissable when she turned back to face them. Joe felt a sinking feeling  in his stomach.

"Perfect, our work here is done," George said.

"Great, let's go," Perconte said, a foot already out the door.

Things  were already in full swing once their little group arrived at the dance  hall. As soon as they walked into the room, guys began flocking to  Frances.

"Hello, miss, Edward Tipper, pleased to meet you."

"Tip, it's Frances," Joe shook his head.

"Oh, Frankie," shock crossed Tipper's face, "you look amazing! Want to dance?"

Frankie smiled graciously, "I think I'll grab a drink first, Tip."

"Then you want to dance with me?" Talbert appeared out of nowhere.

"I  can grab you a drink, Frank," Luz offered. Frank Perconte jerked to   attention in response to his name. "Perco and I will grab a drink for   Frankie," Luz amended.

"Thank you George!" she planted a kiss on Luz's cheek. A perfect red imprint was left on his skin when she pulled away.

"Hey, are you just giving those out now?" Talbert asked flirtatiously.

Frances rolled her eyes but laughed "Tip? Let's go?"

Tipper  was all too eager to lead Frances to the dance floor. Joe joined George  and Perconte at the bar before the three of them made their way to an  epmty table. They mingled with various men of all nine companies and the  dames they had picked up that night. Joe watched as many of his  friends, and others he didn't know, spun Frankie around on the dance   floor. Her shiny dark hair, which she had quickly pinned half-up, swayed  in time to the music. She radiated a confidence Joe had only ever seen  glimmers of before.

Now, Joe thought, dressing her up had been a  big mistake. Every guy in the room now had their eyes on her, including  him. But despite her many dance partners, she wasn't seeing any of them.  Joe noticed her eyes scanning the room over each of her partner's  shoulders. Eventually, she made her way over to their table to claim  the beer Luz had gotten for her. At least a third of it was missing  already.

"Sorry," Luz wiped his mouth, "had to make sure it tasted okay. Ya know, only the best for the new and improved, Frankie."

"I  haven't changed George, and I'm pretty sure the beer is still as shitty  as it's always has been," Frances said, but she gratefully accepted the  drink anyways.

"Okay, I'm gonna do it," she was hyping herself  up. Joe sipped lazily at his beer, only half-listening. "Do you think I  should do it?" she asked.

"Yeah! Go for it!" Luz returned to the table with freshly poured drinks. "Do what?"

"I'm going to ask Don to dance."

"Oh," all of a sudden Luz was less enthusiastic, "maybe you should let him come to you."

"George,  I didn't get all dressed up for nothing!" Frankie was glowing, her   confidence had skyrocketed in a matter of hours. Maybe it was the beer.

"Well," Luz's eyes shifted suspiciously around the room, "I think you should just enjoy being pretty. Ya know, for yourself."

Frankie let out a very unladylike snort, "okay, George. I'm gonna ask him, next good song."

"I bet Joe will dance with ya." Luz said.

"Nah, I'm not a dancer," Joe said.

"You dance!" Luz said.

"Not tonight buddy," Joe took a drink.

"Why don't we play darts!" Luz suggested.

She  waved him away playfully, "Fine, George we'll play darts but I'm gonna  dance first! I'll meet you over there!" Luz met Joe's eyes meaningfully.  Who knows why he was all of a sudden so opposed to Frank dancing with  Malarkey. What had changed? Joe stamped down a protective urge that was  rising in his chest.

Joe tried to enjoy watching Luz's darts game.  Usually, it was easy to get caught up in the humor of a team losing.  But his mind kept wandering, wondering where Frankie was. He did his  best to appear casual as he scanned the room. She was dancing with him,  he could see his dark red hair bobbing in time with her sleek brown one.  But wait, it wasn't her. She hadn't styled her hair like that. Joe  Liebgott knew a head of hair, even a lady's do.

Joe made out the  unfamiliar woman's face as Malarkey twirled her around. A pretty girl  from the town he had seen around before. That's when he spotted Frankie.  She was tucked away at the other end of the bar, gripping a nearly full  beer. She had already looked over her shoulder twice in the time Joe  had spotted her. Despite her efforts to be covert, she was woefully  watching Malark dance with that skirt.

Joe went back and forth in  his head. He should just leave her to it. It wasn't his place, they  weren't close enough for that. He thought that he should send Luz over,  or find Roe. But she looked so sad and no one else had seemed to notice.  Frances had successfully tucked herself away in a corner of the crowd.  Joe sighed, he couldn't just sit and watch her like that. He downed the  rest of his beer before making his way over to her side of the bar.

He  folded his hands together and rested his forearms on the bar. "So, did  you get your dance in?" she was startled at his appearance.

She nodded, "yeah."

"So?" He gestured at the bartender. "Was it everything you hoped for?"

She was quiet. "What, did he step on your pretty new shoes or what?" Joe pressed.

"It was fine, fun! But he had to cut it short, ya know when she got here," Frankie forced a brave smile.

Joe  turned to the dance floor where Malarkey was still dancing with the   dark-haired woman. He was unsure how to respond. It wasn't  right of Malarkey to blow Frankie off like that, especially after  leading her on the way he had seemed to the last couple of weeks.  Frankie might be young in his eyes, but Joe knew she wasn't stupid. She  wouldn't pursue anyone without a little encouragement.

Joe licked his lips, thinking. Then he straightened and put out his hand.

"Let's dance?"

She  looked up at him in surprise. "I thought you don't dance? At least not  tonight." Her teasing tone was forced, but he admired her for acting   like she wasn't hurt.

"Well, I couldn't upstage Malarkey and have you all disappointed once you had to dance with him."

She  smiled sadly. Joe took her in his arms, spinning her away from the view  of Malarkey and his girl getting close as the music slowed. He held  her, swaying in time to the slow brass of Moonlight Serenade. At first,  she was a little awkward in his arms. But she began to relax as they  moved in slow circles together. As if reflexively, she started to look  over her shoulder. Joe caught her chin in his hand, "Hey, you look good  tonight, Frances."

Momentarily distracted she teased half-heartedly, "Frances? You hitting on me, Lieb?"

"Maybe a little bit." Joe let his hand relax lower down her back, pulling her in closer.

"Never thought I'd be your type," she said.

He shrugged, "I'm a sucker for any beautiful girl in a dress."

"What about O.D's?"

"I'm only a sucker for you in O.D's." His voice dropped to a husky whisper, "but we shoulda got you a red dress."

"What's  wrong with this one?" She looked up at him with those wide, steel gray  eyes that had made his stomach flop since he first met her.

"Nothin, except blue ain't your color."

[lordabovehelpme]

Good Morning- Clyde Logan x reader

Summary: A little domestic blurb of mornings with Clyde before he goes to work

Masterlist 

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Birds chirp loudly, happy to rise with the hazy sun. Light filters through the blinds on the trailer, casting bright patterns across Clyde's face. His strong nose on full display for you to run your eyes across. His eyelids still shut and his broad chest rising with his breath.

“I can feel ya lookin’ at me darlin’.” Chuckling, he rolls onto his side to completely face you.

“Hmmm. Sue me.” He rolls his eyes and reaches out, pulling you into his warmth, placing a wet smooch on your head. You start to place open mouth kisses to his pecs, loving how they flutter and tremble under your touch.

“Now don’t go startin’ anything like that.” His accent thick and voice vibrating through your entire body. Pretending you don’t hear him, you continue your ministrations. Kisses turning into nips. Nips turning into bites. His deep inhales faltering when you take one of his nipples into your mouth. He lets a few moans and groans slip before ceasing you. “Come on love, stop that. I gotta go open ma’ bar up.”

Sighing, you lean away from him and admire the marks blossoming over his chest. He stands up and walks around the side of the bed, on a mission for clothes. Finding his jeans, he leans over to grab them and slide his feet into the leg holes. His firm muscular bottom angled towards you, finding it difficult to stop yourself from giving him a loud wolf-whistle. His ears turn a bright red and his movements pause for a second. He turns to face you, eyes full of mischief, smile hidden in his beard as he walks to the bathroom.

Deciding it’s time for you to get up as well you pull on one of his large t-shirts and follow him. He’s brushing his teeth, large body taking up the entire space. You rise to your tip-toes and kiss his cheek. “I’ll go make you some coffee and eggs.” He gives you a wink and a toothpaste filled smile.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee and slightly burnt bacon wafts through the trailer, the scent of home. Scrambling his eggs you jump when strong arms wrap around your waist. “Thank ya darlin’.” Clyde kisses the nape of your neck before sitting down at the table.

You plate his bacon and eggs and hand him the steaming mug of coffee, putting the rest of the pot in his travel mug. He shoves food into his mouth as if it was the last meal he was ever going to eat. When he's done, he sets his empty mug and clean plate into the sink throwing on his baseball cap.

He finds you at the door with his travel mug and wide arms waiting for his embrace. Scooping you up, twirling you around, he smiles at your giggles. Who cares about Bob Seger when he could listen to your laugh all day? He gives you the biggest kiss he can, wishing he was able to continue it.

He sets you down and cups your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You take his thumb into your mouth and suck hard, trying to lure him back into your home.

His breath hitches, “God darlin’, that’s hot. But ya know I can’t.” You pout and give him the most innocent puppy dog eyes. “Ya really are somethin’ aren’t ya?” He pulls this thumb out and kisses you again. “I have to go, but I’ll see ya later. Okay, love?” You nod, accepting your fate. He takes the travel mug from your hands and climbs into his truck. Saluting you as he pulls out of the driveway, shooting you a kiss. You can see his smile as he starts his trek to work.

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Here’s another quick little blurb I wrote this morning. I hope y’all like it! :)

Love, Lordy

[sisi-halloway]

Cold Kiss (Portia x Reader)

@katanaflower suggested I should start doing writing exercises, so let’s get out of the comfort zone, shall we? I’ve never written a Portia x Reader, so here we go. I did number 17 from 50 Kissing Prompts

“I’m home! It’s kinda quiet in here...”

You watch your lover come into the foyer of her cottage, kicking off her shoes and setting her basket by the door. You were sidled up along a wall, just out of her eyesight. Pepi threatened to give you away.

She was covered in snow and pine needles. They tumbled from her strawberry locks as she gave her head a good shake. Her nose was glowing red, and she sniffed one good time as she shrugged off her coat and hung it on the coatrack. 

She looked around for you.

“(Y/n)?” She asked. Her light voice was muffled by the deafening silence, cut only by the sound of the fireplace. The clouds outside kept the cottage dark. You did your best not to breathe too loud, the adrenaline of hiding getting too much for your body to handle. You liked to surprise her like this sometimes. It was funny how it never got old.

You could feel her creep closer and closer to where you stood. The freckles along her chest resembled dusted cinnamon on cream, and you wanted to touch her. You’ve been thinking about her all day. How you wanted to love her.

“(Y/n)? I swea-”

You swivel around the corner and before she has a chance to say anything further, you scoop her freezing cold face into your hands and press a kiss to her frigid lips. She was shocked at first, almost jumping out of your grasp, but you wouldn’t let her go. You held her there, letting the heat of your fire-warmed palms sink into her skin. Her breasts pressed against you as you drew her closer, closer. She sighed, relaxing into your hold. You could tell she wasn’t expecting that. 

You break the contact of your lips for only a moment, pressing your foreheads together instead. You still cupped her face, rubbing your thumbs in circular motions on the apples of her cheeks. 

“Hi, Portia.”

She giggled, trying to keep her giddiness at bay. It was no use. This small, kind gesture lit up her whole day. You were always the best part of it.

“Hi, (y/n).”

After a beat of looking into each other’s eyes, you leaned in and smooched her again. Again and again, the two of you tugged your lips away, but the magnetic pull of your bodies brought you together, peck after peck. Kissing Portia was like indulging in something all too perfectly sweet. Your whole body sighed when you embraced her, wanting more and more of that sweetness.

You swiped your tongue across her bottom lip, and she hastily let you in. You took a short time to meaningfully and purposefully explore her mouth, which was already the most familiar place to you. You took deep breaths of her, the scent of the cold winter evergreens at the forefront of your senses. But behind that was something softer... more like your lover. It was the subtle warm scent of vanilla being whisked up from her cool skin and treasured by your nose. Your hands slid down her face yo her neck as your mouth moved in a sensual rhythm. You just couldn’t get enough of her.

“I missed you.” You said to her when she came up for a breath. You could’ve sworn she had a mischievous smile on her face when you blinked your eyes open. you didn’t have long enough to tell before you leaned in for another round of kisses. Your lips collided again, and hers melted against you like rich butter. You moaned, Portia sharing the felicity of her with you so generously. But your satisfied noise was cut short.

“H-hey!”

The shock of ice cold hands on your stomach makes you shudder. You try pushing Portia away, but she just laughs maniacally and holds you by your waist with very, very strong arms. You writhe, trying to get away from her. All those hours of warming up you had to do had all just gone to waste. And all those kisses you were about to get went to waste too.

“Portia! Ahh! You’re cold! P-p-please let me go!”

You were already starting to shiver.

“That’s what you get for scaring me!”

You push her off, running back to the crackling fire.

“Stop being such a baby,” she hoots, coming over to where you sat. She wraps her arms around you from behind whispering in your ear.

“I’ll warm you up later.”

[gcrminatorarchive]

Ozzy walks in from work, a bit bushed but otherwise satisfied with the day. He kicks off his shoes, then hangs up his badge and gun and jacket. Rubbing his neck, he heads to his bedroom. However, he stopped once he spots Ais on his couch, asleep. No doubt she’d waited for him to come home. He smiles, coming over to put a blanket over her. This wakes her up, and she smiles at him cheerfully. She had been a bit off because of her cycle, but it looked like she had perked up a lot more since yesterday.

// Hi Ozzy. ^^

“Hey Ais. How ya feelin’?”

// Much better, thanks. How was work?

“It was fine. Though, I think some new strain’a th’common cold is startin’ ta come in. Frank hasn’t been feelin’ great. Drix an’ I are hopin’ ta get to th’bottom of it b’fore too long.”

// *smiles* Well, if anyone can help him get better, it’s you and him. I believe in you.

Ozzy smiled at her kind words, reaching over to ruffle her hair affectionately.

“Thanks sweetheart. You get some sleep now, a’ight? S’gettin’ late.”

// Okay. But this first! *gets up and hugs him warmly* ^_^

The cell is surprised, but recovers and chuckles, hugging her tight in return. He was glad she was doing fine when he was busy at work. Still, he felt bad about not being able to hang out with her. Maybe this weekend he could take her to a movie up in Frank’s subconscious. He and Shane had seen Frozen 2, right? They could probably see that. He looks at her fondly, then plants a small smooch on her forehead brotherly, giving her a grin after. She beams at him with joy.

// You get some rest too. You earned it. Love you. ^^

“Thanks Ais. Love ya back.”

The cell smiles as she settles, then heads to his bedroom.

[shambhalala]

Mistletoe (Uncharted Headcanons)

Hey guys!

My good friend @heroes-x-thieves gave me the idea for some Uncharted character headcanons that fits with this wonderful time of year, so I hope you enjoy them!

What would they do if they were under the mistletoe with you?

Nathan Drake

This adorable man loves any excuse to show his partner a bit of affection. Chances are, he’s the one dragging you two underneath the mistletoe in the first place.

“Honey, look! It’s fate!” “Uh, Nate, I don’t think it counts if you dragged us underneath it” “Well, I’m countin’ it in my book. C’mere!”

His confidence is almost a little embarrassing at first; what must everyone around you think?

But that embarrassment disappears the second you stare into those kind, blue eyes. They’re brimming with love and adoration, all for you. How can you possibly deny a look like that?

He sensed your slight unease, so he places one hand on the back of your head, making you feel safe and secure, before capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

He draws back a little, expecting that you’ll want the public display of affection to be over as soon as possible, but is pleasantly surprised when you lean in again, bringing your hands to his jaw to keep him there.

His eyes are sparkling with bliss once your lips disconnect. “Merry Christmas. I love you”.

Samuel Drake

As much as Sam adores his partner, he likes to play it a little smoother than his younger brother. He gently edges you two underneath the mistletoe, and pretends not to notice it at first.

He waits for you to point it out, and when you do, his eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise, eyes comically wide.

“Sam, there’s mistletoe above us”. “Oh, there is? Huh, so there is. How remarkable”.

You two smile at each other; he obviously planned this. Blush creeps onto your cheeks whilst Sam appears cool as a cucumber, head tilted and one eyebrow cocked.

Sam decides to move your awkwardly cute staring contest to the next level, and gently cups your face with both of his hands, pressing his lips to yours gently.

As you two melt into each other, he guesses you’re pretty comfortable, so he nibbles your bottom lip, just to get your heart racing.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart. There’s more where that came from, if you’ll have me”.

Victor Sullivan

This man has seen (and probably performed, let’s be honest) every cliché in the book, so any mistletoe you two find yourselves under is by complete accident.

Sully looks up and frowns at first, mistaking it for a weed. “Who in the hell lets weeds grow on the goddamn ceiling?”

Once you tell him what it is, his eyebrows are up with an elongated “ooooh”, followed by a brief awkward silence.

He looks at you, and you swear there’s a tiny smile peeking out from underneath that moustache of his. You’re blushing in anticipation of what’s going to happen.

Without a word, Sully leans forward, puts one hand on your shoulder, and gently plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Y’know I’m not one for celebrations, but… what the hell. Merry Christmas, darlin’”.

Charlie Cutter (I FORGOT TO INCLUDE CUTTER IN MY MENTAL HEALTH HEADCANONS I’M SO SORRY)

Charlie’s a smart man. The second he sees that mistletoe above you two, coupled with your radiant gaze, all that intelligence suddenly becomes very… scrambled.

“Oh. Uh. Right. Yes. Mistletoe. Poisonous, I believe. People normally, uh… kiss, underneath it?”

You giggle and nod encouragingly, which seems to calm his nerves. He scratches the back of his head nervously and looks anywhere except at you, until he can’t avoid his desires any longer.

“Bollocks to it. C’mere, sweetheart”.

His hands are warm on either side of your face as he eagerly plants his lips on yours, making your breath cease in your throat.

Your heads are spinning, and neither of you want this to stop. When it eventually does, Charlie has the most peaceful smile on his face that you’ve ever seen.

“Merry Christmas, love. Seems I uh… have very good taste”.

Rafe Adler

As cool and collected as he likes to appear, Rafe isn’t always the most observant of men. You two are busy chatting away when you collapse into a fit of giggles, pointing to the plant dangling above your heads. Rafe looks up in confusion, blinking in astonishment when he realises what it is

“Awh, Rafe, look! Mistletoe!” “How in the- well, whatever. Let’s get this over with”.

He doesn’t mean it maliciously; he just doesn’t like being told what to do, especially by a plant, damn it.

He leans in and hooks two fingers under your chin, pressing his lips to yours softly. The kiss lasts a little longer than you expected, not that you mind; Rafe must be enjoying showing the world that you are his, despite his initial reservations.

His hand lingers underneath your chin even once the kiss has ended, and he stares into your eyes lovingly.

“Merry Christmas, my little diamond”.

Harry Flynn

This man is so smooth and cocky that he puts Sam to shame. He spots the mistletoe from a mile away, and makes it his damn mission to get you two under it before you can say “jingle bells”.

Once you’re under, the fun is only just beginning for Flynn. He points upwards, then, with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen, he says “looks like it’s your lucky day, love”.

Before you know it, you’re bending over backwards as he scoops you into his arms and leans over you, giving you the biggest smooch of your life before you can draw a single breath.

You’re too staggered to even feel anything. He pulls away and keeps you in the same position for a few more seconds, revelling in your surprised expression. That smug grin never leaves his face as he helps you regain your composure.

“Now, was that the best Christmas present ever, or do I have to show you again?”

Elena Fisher

Not normally one for slacking off on the job, you were surprised that Elena even noticed the mistletoe in the first place.

Her eyes widen and she grins in delight, turning to you with expectant puppy eyes.

“Just a quick one? Please? Then we’ll get back to work!”

Like you would ever deny her, especially with a look like that. You smile, lean in, and peck her lips gently.

Elena isn’t just a romantic, though; she knows what she’s doing. She brings one hand to the side of your face just to keep you there a little longer, knowing you’ll happily oblige.

Her eyes are sparkling with love and a hint of mischief when she pulls away, her hand lingering on the side of your face.

“Not bad for a mistletoe kiss, I’d give you at least a six”. “A six?!” “Well, you can always try again, see if you can do better”.

Chloe Frazer

Chloe isn’t one for heroics or romance, so when you two spot the mistletoe, she declares a race.

“Last one there buys drinks!” she calls, already five steps ahead of you.

You’re panting by the time you get there, and Chloe is stood victoriously with her hands on her hips, laughing at you.

“Well well, sunshine, looks like it’s my turn to take the reins” she states, already wrapping her arms around your neck.

Your lips collide before you can even catch your breath, her tongue invading your mouth in her usual flirtatious manner.

She breaks away just as you begin to crave more, leaving you panting out of more than just exertion. This woman really knows how to drive you crazy.

“Merry Christmas, love. So, drinks are on you then?”

Nadine Ross

Nadine Ross is possibly the sweetest but most romantically oblivious person you have ever known, so any little romantic gestures you educate her on are very special to the both of you.

Surprisingly, Nadine spots the mistletoe before you do.

“That plant, I know that. Mistletoe, right?” (she’s not just an animal nerd, people).

You nod, and she smiles knowingly, her eyes softening as she stares at you through hooded eyelids. She obviously knows all about this particular tradition.

You two lean in at the same time and your lips touch softly. It’s tender and sweet as always, but you feel your heart swelling in your chest at how she didn’t even need your help this time.

“Always wondered why a plant meant so much to people, but I’m startin’ to get it now”.

I hope you all enjoyed that! Also, I apologise for not including Asav in this; I know some of you like him, but I honestly could not come up with any ideas for his character for this headcanon. I hope you understand!

Happy holidays!

[darby-drabbles]

Long post, briefly mentions abuse in the paragraph with a *. I was thinkin about Thiss a bit more and how the incident where Josie gets her scars would probably still happen after she’s started dating Roxy. Which means there’s two separate incidences to b concerned about. :,0c

Josie kept to herself for a while after moving into the town, she’s friendly but doesn’t talk much with people unless she has to. It takes a lil while for people to really become familiar with her, though she probably pops up on a few radars. Roxy always wants to learn more about new people in town. She thinks Josie’s a sweet girl right off the bat, and always tries to be extra friendly towards her. But Josie is kinda intimidated both by Roxy’s authority in the town and her cuteness, so she tries not to catch her attention too much. :,))) Roxy’s aware that she might be hiding some things, but still, she’s never been anything but nice and/or shy, so she’s not too worried about her.

She’s a werewolf, and though she tries her best to keep that hidden and not really wander on full moon nights, other wolves do discover her. They sort of loosely have their own territories. It’s not a big deal and no one is really aggressive over it, as long as she keeps to her space and doesn’t bother them, or a least doesn’t pose any threat, then new wolves are welcome. More than anything,,, it’s a collective territory of the whole town and surrounding areas. Roxy and Lauren, as Werewolf Sheriff and Deputy of course have a duty to protect the town and are probably quick to discover her. Roxy probably reveals herself to sort of, be sure that Josie knows what’s up. Y’ can’t hunt on peoples farms and you should stay away from these areas and if you don’t provoke any other wolves you meet you’ll be just fine. It’s all good advice but it’s incredibly intimidating for Josie to learn about all the other wolves here, including the gosh dang sheriff!! I don’t think she expected to meet many other wolves, let alone have to admit to being one herself.

I’m not 100% sure how I want her backstory with her family to happen in this AU, but her father was abusive and she did run away and try to start new in this town away from her family and past. She changes her name and starts teaching for this town. Kids are good and sweet and important to her, she wants to protect them, and she always feels much more comfortable at the schoolhouse. Otherwise, she keeps to herself a lot because she doesn’t really wanna be discovered or get too attached to people. She gets nervous when people start asking her personal questions. Well, she gets nervous for a lot of things; she’s pretty jumpy and easily startled.

One day, several months into Josie living here, a stranger comes into town. He’s older, and has a lot of similar features to her. Probably her father,,, Roxy correctly assumes. She never talked about her family,, though, they still hadn’t had too many conversations so who knows. He starts asking people about Josie, or at least,,, someone who sounds a lot like her, just with a different name. He wonders if they’ve heard or seen anything about her. Most people don’t really know and don’t bother talkin to him, but someone suggests that perhaps he’s talkin about the teacher, Miss Josephine?? They chat for a bit and end up telling him a few places where he might find her.. It’s after school hours but she may still be at the school. Roxy’s aware of this questioning going on and, this guy doesn’t seem too trustworthy. Considering how Josie’s always acted around others and when she’s nervous, she’s concerned.

*She doesn’t like the looks of this man at all and sneakily follows him around, eventually to Josie’s place. She sits and listens and waits. It’s calm for a little while, and Roxy’s startin to think she was overreacting and shouldn’t have followed him like this, but soon enough there’s a scream and some sort of ruckus. Roxy comes in at the first sign of trouble. He’s obviously tryin to hurt her while she’s obviously trying to get away from him, he’s just, stronger. I don’t,, know, exactly how it all goes down. But he was aggressive and wouldn’t leave Josie alone, and when he doesn’t stop, Rox ends up shooting him non-fatally,,, prooobably in the leg, but either way it’s good enough,,, and Roxy can get Josie safely behind her for now. She protec this girl..

Soon Lauren and Naomi both come around the help take care of things, too. Got an injured man to arrest and blood to clean up and a traumatized Josie to comfort. She has a few minor scrapes and bruises to look over, but mostly she’s just really shaken up. She doesn’t, seeem,, alright so she ends up staying with Naomi for the night so she can keep an eye on her and calm her down if needed.

Roxy checks up on her every day for a lil while afterwards. She doesn’t sleep much for a while, doesn’t leave her room and paces around quite a bit, though it’s not too long before she’s feeling a bit better and is back at the schoolhouse with the kids. She always tries to keep a happy face in front of them, but that takes a lot out of her and she’s exhausted by the end of the day. Luckily Roxy’s still checkin up on her and walks her home safely. They take their time, and sometimes Roxy spends a little extra time talking to and reassuring her before she can leave, but she doesn’t mind all that much. She just wants the people in her town to be safe, even if that means focusing a lot on this one,, particular townsperson for a while. Lauren’s fine on her own for a bit during this brief new routine.

They get closer and more comfortable with each other every day, soon Josie’s better and less scared, so things start to get normal again! But that means Josie walks home by herself a lot more now. It’s not bad, she just,, misses the company. Without expecting it, she made,,,,, a new friend! A very cute sheriff friend.. So of course they start to spend time together outside of these interactions, and they open up more about personal topics. Slowly.. but they do. Josie admits that she still sometimes gets nightmares about what happened, and Roxy offers to keep her company one night. Josie accepts eagerly,, though she tries to keep cool about it, hah. So they snuggle in for the night and Josie feels comforted and safe. And,,,, she smooches Roxy in the morning when she wakes up. It’s very sleepy and sweet. I lov them.

[lambbrainz]

brooo we startin spicy with kaji kissing some chick in her car and getting PAID ????

i love hiw excited sato gets about performing 🥰

omg pls tell me he wants to write a song for/about ue

what sato mean by kaji is the sane as him?? gay???

so not boyfriends but fuckbuddies??

youre right sato but it makes me sad cuz his love lowkey sucks

gotdamn kaji's arms are so thick hhhh

kaji,,,, haru,,,, pls just,,,, shut the fuck up and kiss already

thats so sad tho omfg ugetsu why

okay i take it back i love ugetsu

i dont think hell ever leave you hun

youre so right kaji rly is a great fuckin guy

aw haru honey dont let it ruin your day

i love sato the musical genius and his lil gay love songs

kaji what is you doing??

WHAT HAPPENED

kaji calm your shit i will not hesitate bitch idc that youre bigger than me i will hurt you if you hurt haru

SHIT HE KNOWS HARU LOVES HIM?? WHYS HE ACTING LIKE A LIL BITCH THEN???

KAJI GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM

KAJI I LOVE YOU BUT NOT RIGHT NOW

the movie is so much more painful than the show shit

damn fuckin right it was your fault

i wanna give haru a hug do badly rn he deserves better than that unrequited love

kaji i think youre also im love with haru and dont even realize it

OMG HE CUT HIS HAIR HELL YEA BABY STEPS FORWARD!!!

THATS RIGHT BABY TELL HIM OFF

listen i love kaji but i cant excuse that i- idk how i feel about him rn im just vvvv angry hed touch my haru baby without explicit consent

haru baby youre so good pls

pain is a sign hes heartbroken/healing yes?

an hour???? fuck no thats a long ass walk, i say as if i never walked 3 hours just to go to a party

mans just picked up a bug like it was nbd i hate him

i love when theyre happy😭

pls let go of him kaji PLS

YES LEAVE HIM

fuck you ugetsu

LET! HIM!! GO!!!

goddamn so everyones knows about harus crush

om so glad he finally left

YAS SING YOUR HEART OUT BABY

YAS BABY GET YOUR LOVE FOR MUXIC BACK

man sato always be making ppl cry with his voice

its me im ppl

stop chasing himmmmm

GOOD AS YOU FINALLY SHLD

god hes so sexy playing violin

YAS BABY THANK YOU FOR REDEEMING YOURSELF

AND ASKING BEFORE EVEN HUGGING HIM THANK YOU

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE SAID "I LOVE YOU"

OMG THERES AN AFTER CREDITS SCENE HOLD ON

theyre so cute can they just kiss pls just a smooch, a lil peck😭

aight thats it im watching given

[pendles-is-friendles]

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ

Steal These Thoughts [and Meme]:  Accepting!

1.  Alani and Scelli seem to be getting close.  I wonder if they’re dating now or...

2.  Lightning burns review: 0/10 stars, would not get again.  Stick around too long and make my hood stick to them.

3.  ... I hope Jasus didn’t notice... (Hot Damn thread lol)

4.  A dare... I need to think of a dare... (Reyna’s b-day)

5.  I knew handcuffs would come in handy.  Now to figure out a decent sentence for this devious villain.  haha (T’mara and the Illegal Roa Smooch)

6.  A free ticket to the Detritus Ring and free reign to do whatever?  What should I do...  a pool sounds nice.

7.  Orendi’s going to bloody burn me to bits and there’s no way out. (April Fool’s Day, aka Reyna gets Pendles killed Pt. 2))

8.  Beauty products?!  All of that over damned beauty products?!  (Stillness/plot)

9. Need to get out killin’ again.  Been restin’ and off for waayyy too long.  Startin’ to get antsy.

10.  Mental note: convince Becca to hire me again.  That was a lot of fun.

[gymleadercheren]

How did Cornflower fall in love with a doofus like Orland?

Thank you so much for giving me an excuse to ramble about their EPIC LOVE STORY………..

after crawling to the surface from the underdark (a part of his backstory I will doubtlessly ramble about later), orland made a name for himself in the small halfling village he was adopted into by being a complete and total nuisance and prankster. Everyone basically knew about him, even after he was banished by the village elder (or mayor or something… did mayors exist back then??) for performing some indescribable and mysterious prank that apparently went way too far. He lived on the outskirts of town in a little treehouse he made for himself and just kept wandering into town in disguise to get food and/or smooch a lot of girls

The mayor’s youngest daughter was cornflower! She was very sensible and super smart (because she was rich and had a fancy education) but in a very belle-esque way, she wanted so much more than this provincial life… she wants adventure in the great wide somewhere……… unfortunately, this led to her being… a bit of a secret delinquent in her teenage years and getting in with the wrong crowd, hanging out with a few halfling thieves after dark and such. She eventually got out of it, her moral senses kicking in soon enough, but this caused a rift between her and her former business partners who were nervous about her leaving and possibly reporting them to her dad

in the meantime, though, she also often wandered out of the village to explore/collect rare herbs n stuff… which is how she /officially/ met orland. Unbeknownst to her, though, was that she’d actually met him several times in town, but of course… he was in disguise so she never knew. she was one of his many many many many crushes… but he had a special fondness for her because she actually bothered talking to him… and he liked her very very very dry sense of humor. It cracked him up.

Anyway, he’d flirt with her a whole bunch whenever he ran across her outside town, but she’d brush it off because he was, frankly, kind of annoying. And also because she knew she really shouldn’t be talking to him or her dad would throw a fit. But one day while she was out, she managed to get into a confrontation with a giant squid monster that happened to be lurking about in the lake she was exploring. Fortunately, orland happened to be around (totally not following her around while trying to come up with the perfect poetic pick up line) and was able to think fast enough to use his magical illusions to distract the monster long enough for cornflower to get herself free and escape.

to her slight annoyance, this paved the way for them to become friends. Although his crush was glaringly obvious, it didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would, mostly because she didn’t take it very seriously (since he talked about other girls just as often). So they were able to actually have friendly conversations… interspersed with orland’s constant singing and cornflower’s sarcastic commentary. But they had a few things in common: neither of them knew their mothers, both of them were well-read when it came to adventure stories and heroes of old, and they both really really REALLY liked flowers. So they ended up hitting it off really well, although cornflower had to keep it a secret because it would bring SHAME and DISHONOR on her family name if people knew she was friends with the village nuisance outcast. And so it went for a few months

Cornflower was extremely annoyed when she started catching herself thinking about orland’s stupid perfect voice and his stupid perfect face and his stupid perfect hair and his stupid perfect butt. It was an extremely frustrating time for her, especially when she found herself annoyed at hearing him talk about other girls in the village. So she’d snap at him from time to time when he’d come at her with a new song/poem about her and her beauty and her smile… super annoyed when he’d say he loved her because she knew him pretty well by this point and told him straight out that he wasn’t in love with /her/… he was in love with /love/… which shut him up for a while as he considered it. He would write all these songs about her smile but had he ever actually SEEN her smile? (He hadn’t. Cornflower’s smile is an incredibly rare thing.) so she stopped visiting him for a while to try and sort out her feelings (which were all basically different shades of annoyance).

Orland, meanwhile, who had never actually had a friend in his life before cornflower and had never actually felt genuine /love/ before, now had to try and figure out how to express the fact that he’d actually fallen in love with her without resorting to his usual methods of singing flowery songs. It was a difficult time for him. A problem that music couldn’t fix???? Impossible……

But his chance came when cornflower’s old ‘partners’ came to collect insurance to make sure she’d stay quiet about their operations. They stole her special rose brooch (a memento from her mother) as 'collateral’ and promised to return it unharmed if she complied. This was a moral dilemma for cornflower, as she’d been more and more tempted to confess to her father, since they’d been getting more and more violent in their work, and the safety of the citizens her father cared about was important to her. But the brooch was the only keepsake from her mother and had a lot of sentimental value to her.

Orland (who basically knew everything going on in the village because of his whole spying-on-everyone-while-in-disguise pastime) decided to take matters into his own hands and fix her problem for her by stealing the brooch back himself, allowing the thieves to see him doing it (in disguise, naturally), so they wouldn’t blame cornflower for it

He got roughed up quite a bit because he was, quite frankly, terrible at combat, but managed to give them the slip by using distracting illusions (his specialty) and was able to secretly slip the brooch through cornflower’s window, managing to swallow his pride for once in his life and keep quiet about it.

Thrilled at the mysterious return of her precious brooch, cornflower decided to make up with orland because she really wanted to discuss the mystery with SOMEONE and he was basically her only option. She found him just as chipper and enthusiastic as ever… suspiciously so, in fact. And on closer inspection, she noticed the makeup he was wearing to cover some bruises and cuts he had apparently recently sustained, although he desperately tried to deny having any, and remained very evasive when asked about them.

Not being stupid, cornflower was able to put two and two together and was touched by the sacrifice he had made for her (and impressed with his attempt to be humble and secretive about it, which she knew had to be extremely difficult for a glory hound like him). His act of humility, more than anything, was what ultimately won her over, since it showed that he genuinely did care about her personally. So she helped patch him up with a lil ~*~intimate healing~*~ and so they were an item after that

A secret item, anyway. Still had to keep it a secret from her dad (who she was kind of on thin ice with as it was after she bit the bullet and told her dad all about her former illegal dealings and dealt with the thieves hahaha). But they were happy!

So happy in fact that orland wanted to propose and start a new life together… unfortunately, his flair for the dramatic got the better of him this time around and he decided to make a big deal of it by sneaking into one of the village festivals in disguise to dance with his gf (which he had taken to doing lately anyway lol). But during the climactic moment, he decided to drop his disguise and propose dramatically in front of everybody… which got him chased out of town for good by an angry halfling mob. …But cornflower went with him, haha

So after wandering around in the woods for a month or so and having engaged couple adventures, they eventually stumbled onto the village of Viridian where they figured they could start off fresh. And so they got married, got a house, and got busy startin’ that family… and the rest is history pfffft