#stormy honeymoon

[gabrielokun]

{\__/} (̷ ̷´̷ ̷^̷ ̷`̷)̷◞♡ |  ⫘ |     A few more hours, and my children will return to me

[heretherebedork]

Stormy Honeymoon is already darling, oh Vietnam what have you wrought here?

Seriously, RL Studio, you better not let me down. Killing off the secondary couple in your last show was betrayal of the highest order and this show had better make up for it by being adorable.

So far, so good.

[jvstinderosa]

A storm is fast approaching

[victorluvsalice]

Welcome to Summer Friday in the Chill Valicer Save, everyone -- otherwise known as THE VALICER WEDDING UPDATE! Which is so massive at ninety pictures that I had to take advantage of the fact that I'm now on the new post editor and can upload more than ten pictures at a time to a post. ^^; So you're only getting hit with six posts today instead of nine (that works out to fifteen pictures a post, if you're curious). You're welcome. :p

So, let's get started with -- farm chores! Yes, it may have been Victor and Smiler's wedding day, with bonus Victor and Alice vow renewal, but that doesn't mean they got a day off from their usual activities around the farm. So this is how they spent their morning prior to the big event:

-->Victor started off his day by taking a turn to feed the chickens, then got sent to make some more eco upgrade parts -- and I guess the fabricator actually likes him now, because it didn't try to attack him ONCE. I guess I'm glad, since he needs the eco upgrade parts (especially since I discovered that you CANNOT Copypasto them while he was feeding the chickens), but I do kinda miss dye-sprayed Victor from that one alternate timeline. Maybe one day in the future! :p Anyway, Shadow wandered in while he was finishing up said parts, and I discovered to my delight that they could become companions -- I promptly had them do so, then had Victor take Shadow out for an early-morning jog (discovering in the process that the community garden area has these mysterious blue lights hovering around the trees when it's dark! I don't know if my screenshot did it justice, but it was pretty cool :D).

-->Alice went right back to writing her latest book, "Vorpal Rhymes" -- if she's gonna be an official Bestselling Author aspiration-wise, she's gotta keep the books coming! This proved to be a little difficult, though, simply because Guidry kept coming in to chat and distract her. *sigh* Dude, I don't know why you keep trying to talk to her, you guys don't really vibe well. As shown when, upon finishing her book and finding herself needing a bath, she chose to transform into her werewolf form to lick herself clean, and Guidry immediately got all scared and annoyed with her for doing so. Sir -- sir, you are a ghost. A ghost with a storied history of being a paranormal investigator if we believe your in-game backstory! You should be at least somewhat used to this! *shakehead* Don't let him get you down, Alice -- I think your beast form is pretty neat.

-->Smiler probably had the easiest morning out of the three to start, just recycling a bunch of trash piles before heading to their robot bench to make more chatterbots and a computer chip for future robot upgrades. However, as they were finishing up that, I happened to look over at the chicken coop and noticed it was REEKING. O.o How did that happen? I promptly had them give it a scrub and dump some more feed out there for the chickens, since we do have a full coop. Always something when you live on a working farm!

[casper-spills]

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We reached 300 followers! And I'm gonna do a special for you guys because I seriously am so grateful for all of your support. My blog has been growing so fast and I literally never expected to be where I am today. Thank you! ♡

This post will be a little different to my usual stuff. I was thinking I might start a series like this where I give some tips on how to read your tarot! I'll also include the sources I use at the end in case you wanted to check those out too.

Anyway, here is a list of places that the cards represent ♡

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| MAJOR ARCANA |

1. Magician - Kitchen, labatory, shows, music, magic, performances

2. High Priestess - Secret place, secret society, library, somewhere quiet, reading rooms, theatre, halls

3. Empress - Old/stately homes, old school building, old hospital building, boutique, beauty parlor, restaurants

4. Emperor - Royal palace, business establishments, schools, univerisity

5. Heirophant - Church, univeristy, temple, place of worship, corporate building

6. Lovers - Sweet shop, date locations, love hotel, honeymoon places

7. Chariot - Car ralley, racing fixtures, garages, horse racing, highway

8. Strength - Zoo, petting zoos, gym, fitness studios

9. Hermit - Cave, retreat centres, hill walking

10. Wheel - Ferris wheels, london eye, casino, lottery tickets, shops selling wheels

11. Justice - Court, arbitration offices, counselling institution, police department

12. Hanged Man - Bungee jumping, sky diving, thrilling activities

13. Death - Church yard, funeral parlor, butcher, cemetary

14. Temperance - Cocktail bar, queues, waiting rooms, chemist dispensary

15. Devil - Adult shops, clubs, casinos, brothel, strip clubs

16. Tower - Chop shops, tall buildings, skyscrapers, stormy areas, fire

17. Star - Water, ocean, river, stargazing

18. Moon - Nighttime, stargazing, movie, stage, theatre

19. Sun - Birth centre, midwifery unti, hospital, holidays, tanning booths, abroad

20. Judgement - Rehabilitation centres, church, treament centres, spa

21. World - Airport, flying, dance studios

| MINOR ARCANA |

☁︎ 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ☁︎

Ace - Editor's room, skyscrapers, office, library, radio tower

Two - Statue of liberty, new york, seashore

Three - Hospital, rainy place, cloudy areas

Four - Bedroom, quiet places, funeral parlor

Five - Debate club, near water, themepark, competitive environments

Six - Boats, river, cruisers

Seven - Archery, secret location, casino, bomb shelter

Eight - Prison, therapy

Nine - Psychiatric hospital, confessional

Ten - Surgery room, accupuncture clinic, dentists

Page - Fraternity, rowdy places, sports arena

Knight - Windy places, windmills

Queen - Fenced off places, great walls, boundaries, spikes fences

King - Lawyers office

🕯 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 🕯

Ace - Workshop, construction site

Two - Balcony, overseas, historical travel, boat

Three - Seaside, boat travel

Four - Fastfood, cafe, outdoors, wedding, celebration

Five - Sport centre, pool game

Six - Market, downtown, show, event, someone/something noticable

Seven - Competitive/violent environment

Eight - Road trip, highway

Nine - Competitive environment, barrier, wall, bouncer, high security

Ten - Workplace, labour, sweatshop

Page - Disco, dance, party

Knight - Hot and dry place, bonfire, abroad, holiday

Queen - Social events

King - Active place, fast moving environments

꒦꒷ 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒔 ꒷꒦

Ace - Lake, pond, birdbath, birds

Two - Luxury, home, common dating places

Three - Bar, pub, party

Four - Under a tree, graveyard

Five - A place of regret, place of bad memories, hospital, flooded areas, bridge, after party cleanup, alone in a bar

Six - Flourists, schoolyard, playground, nostalgic places

Seven - Highup places, views, drug suppliers, spots where people do drugs, drug shops

Eight - Bookstore, library, cave, quiet

Nine - Bar, party, pub, dinner, home

Ten - Family gatherings, park, outdoor, bbq party

Page - Aquariums, fish tanks, sea parks

Knight - Picnics, peaceful/romantic areas

Queen - Bathtub with cancles, home, skinny dipping, swimming

King - Beach, lake

˗ˏˋ 𝒑��𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 ˎˊ˗

Ace - Dispensary, bank, currency exchange centre

Two - Circus, arcade, carnival

Three - Fashion show runway, art gallery, boutique, museum

Four - Uncle scrooge's home, gold reserves, saferoom, secret hideout, vault

Five - The streets, people living in powerty, homeless spots,

Six - Pawn shops, currency exchange shops, trade stores

Seven - Nursery, orchard

Eight - workshop, construction site

Nine - Gardens, green parks

Ten - Market

Page - Field, farm, family business

Knight - Workplace, chores, school

Queen - Home, nursery room

King - Bank manager's office

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[sodamnradd]

Ok here's a prompt, but it's totally OK if it doesn't inspire you, but maybe it will? 🥰

"How can I convince you not to?"

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These words are significant for me personally (I won't bore you with the details) and by putting them out there to see what someone could do with them creatively gives me a weird sense of peace. But again, I have no expectations and totally OK if you don't do anything with it.💜💜💜

hi anon! i know you sent this prompt ages ago. i was finally in the mood to write again. not sure you'll even seen this, but here we go:

A sharp grip sank into Hermione’s arm, stopping her short. “Don’t do it, Granger,” heaved Pansy. She must have chased Hermione all the way to the fireplace. In stilettos. “Don’t leave.”

Hermione pried herself from Pansy’s stabby claws. “He made his choice.”

“Yeah. You.”

“We’re at his engagement party.” Her voice cracked.

“You think he agreed to this obnoxious farce?” Pansy arched an ebony brow. “Narcissa blindsided us all.”

A few minutes ago, Hermione had entered the Malfoy’s Rose Garden to find a pedestalled portrait of Draco and Astoria at the entrance, posing like a pure-blood poster-couple. She’d been so shocked and hurt that she’d bolted.

“This was never going to work,” she told Pansy sadly.

Whether Draco knew it or not, this was Narcissa issuing a her or us ultimatum. Draco loved his family, and a three-month fling with Hermione didn’t merit sacrificing them. She had lost her parents young and wouldn’t dream of hurting him in that way. Even if it broke her heart.

Pansy’s lips pressed together. “Don’t you see how happy you make him?”

“We’re still in the honeymoon phase,” she half-told herself. “He can’t go a lifetime without his family.”

“You’re too rational for your own good. Be romantic for five seconds and open your bloody eyes!” Pansy snapped. “He won’t lose his family. He has me and Theo and Blaise and he’ll have you, Granger.”

“You can’t possibly believe that I mean more to him than his mother and father.”

“Do you honestly think I’d succumb to this gods-awful conversation if I didn’t? I don’t even like you.”

“Well, this is the perfect opportunity to get rid of me.”

“But I don’t have to like you,” Pansy proceeded. “I just have to like you for him. And I do. You make him less serious. More like the Draco I used to know in school. Always having a laugh, playful again, a little mischievous.”

Hermione’s eyes filled with tears.

As Pansy listed all the ways Hermione had changed Draco, she considered all the ways Draco had changed her. Her nerves had virtually evaporated when public speaking, and she suspected it had everything to do with the way Draco vocally, physically, openly admired her. He made her feel beautiful and seen, and it made all the difference. Resulting in a fiercer version of herself. A Hermione 2.0, radiating with confidence.

But making Draco choose between her and his parents was graver than Pansy made it out to be. It was life changing. Lifestyle changing. There was no guarantee he could continue to depend on his family vaults. No guarantee he would even have a home after tonight if he chose Hermione. Eventually, he would realise she wasn’t worth it. And that would hurt more.

“He’s lucky to have you, Pansy. But I’m going home.”

“How can I convince you not to?”

Hermione gasped at the sound of his voice, whirling around to find Draco standing behind her. For how long? Surely not the entire conversation?

Her stomach fluttered when their eyes met. It was unfair how beautiful he looked, half lit by the corridor sconce, silky hair drawn back and expression stormy with resolve. It took everything not to cross the room and kiss him. She was fiercely jealous of Astoria Greengrass and needed to confirm that she was still his first choice. That Draco would choose Hermione purely out of his own selfish desire.

The click of heels drew Hermione’s attention back to Pansy, who gave her a meaningful look before disappearing around the corner.

Draco said, “Please, Hermione. I had no idea—”

“I know.”

His face flashed with relief. “Please don’t leave. Or better, let me come with you. Just promise we’re still us.”

She dabbed her cheek hastily. “It might be devastating now, but you’ll understand why this can’t work. You’ll lose everything, Draco.”

He stepped forward, clutching her arms and looking at her with blazing eyes. “This,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers and lowering his voice to a whisper, “is everything.”

There was fight in the way he kissed her—one arm tight around her waist, the other planted like tree roots in her curls. It was more than lust as their lips touched, more than sexual attraction as his tongue slipped between her teeth and coaxed—it was a plea.

In the back of Hermione’s mind, Pansy’s voice sniped, You’re too rational for your own good. And she considered whether the icy bitch with a surprising heart was onto something. Love wasn’t rational. It couldn't be alphabetized or stored in a filing cabinet. It was hardly containable. Love was like magic.

Hermione sank her face into Draco’s chest, twisting her arms around his waist and inhaling the scent she recognised like her own skin.

The tension in Draco’s body melted and he sighed softly.

“Let’s go home,” she said, mentally rearranging shelves and casting extendable charms to make room for him in her one-bedroom flat.

Draco’s mouth brushed her ear, as if reading her mind, “I get the larger wardrobe, right?”

And Hermione delivered the final blow by replying, “There’s only one wardrobe, love.”

-

Pansy watched, relieved, as a cloud of Floo powder ferried her stupidly happy best mate away.

(872 words... am i back in my tumblr prompt era? maybe. submit a ficlet/drabble prompt here.)

[blankwashed]

18+ ADULT CONTENT AHEAD YOU ARE WARNED

Toji and you went out shopping, not for something extraordinary but something basic. Toji, unfortunately, was the reason why the family is broke again. He had squandered all his money on the recent horse race, despite your warnings about his gambling addiction.

Even though you were working, your monthly salary was barely enough to sustain both of you and his son, Megumi, from his previous marriage.

"Daddy! I-I want this! Please buy it for me, pleaaase!" Megumi pleaded, envious of his friends who were getting the newest and latest gadgets. "I get laughed at whenever I take out my Samsung Galaxy S4..." he confessed, tears welling up in his eyes. You hated to see your stepson ridiculed by his friends, but with Toji's reckless gambling habits, you often found yourself in a tough spot.

"BABY! We hit the jackpot today! I won 320,000 yen! I'm aiming to get 500,000 yen on the next race, trust me!" Toji exclaimed excitedly, only to waste all the money on another failed bet.

"Are you sure this will work?" you raised an eyebrow at Toji. He claimed that OnlyFans or selling videos of the both of you having sex would make you guys rich in an instant.

Toji just finished setting up the webcam on the laptop that both of you have bought with the money you were saving for rainy days.

"I'm hot, you're hot. Why wouldn't it work?" he has no other options other than to sell his body online- and yours as well. You bit your lip, regretting about agreeing with his idea. It all sounded easy to you at first, just have sex with a camera pointed at the both of you but now that you think about it. What if Megumi or any of his friends find it? Wouldn't that ruin his life? Who would take the both of you guys seriously anymore?

Toji said that you guys would not need to pay for certain things as well, saying that brands would be willing to sponsor the both of you for wearing or using their clothing or equipment in the videos. At that time, Megumi was on a school trip which leaves the both of you alone at home.

You were awkward, of course and Toji knew that. He snaked his muscular arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. It’s been a long time since the both of you had time for yourselves, dealing with Megumi and well, money problems.

As you were unaware, Toji already was recording on the camera but he still acted as if he wasn’t. Without your knowledge, he’s getting your raw reactions to his touches.

“Hmm, mama…” he murmured into your ear sensually with his hand slithering through your shirt’s buttons, plucking each of them off. If you weren’t wet before, you were wet in an instant then. He’s your weakness and knows how to get you crawling onto him.

You were very verbal, moaning and sliding off your skirt and panties making things easier for Toji. His lips were already on your left nipple, sucking and lapping like an animal. The noises that he made while abusing your nipples could already bring you to an overdrive, not to mention the sounds coming out from your own throat.

“Toj-Daddy…have you pressed record yet?” you asked him breathlessly. Honestly at this point you didn’t really care because you married a sex Adonis. Toji shook his head, lying to you because he knows that you would be self-conscious if the camera was on.

“Princess, let’s just have some off-camera fun for now hmm? So that when we shoot everything will just come natural?”

He was so believable.

The way your fingers curled around his biceps, gripping them firmly as if they were the only anchor in a stormy sea. His hands explored your body freely, as if it was your honeymoon night when it was the first time you saw each other’s bodies.

Who am I kidding? Toji wouldn’t wait for marriage.

It was an intense make out session, with moans of “never gonna get bored of this” and “just fuck me already”. Toji and you were breathless with your hearts pounding with desire. Communicating with bodily actions would be ideal for someone like Toji.

His big hands groped big fleshy parts of you, moulding them in his hands making you moan in pleasure. You didn’t like it when it was soft after experiencing how pleasurable it was to be manhandled.

“Lil’ mama, take me in. Show me how much you love my cock,” he slaps his big fat cock against your cheeks, making you lose your balance despite already kneeling. You weren’t able to say anything. Opening your mouth slowly easing him in, he thought of something else he wanted to do to you.

As his hands freely roamed across your body, pinching and slapping them earning moans from you. Toji eagerly slid his fingers down your abdomen and started to trace small circles around your wet dripping hole. He searched for your sensitive weak spot. After finding it, he teased you, circling and flicking with his thick fingers. Your wetness was already making everything easier for him.

Toji was quick. Before long, you realised you were in a 69 position with him. You could feel him smirking on your pussy, teasing and licking with his fat tongue. His spare hands would trail up your leg, opening your core up for him. It wasn’t easy for you to keep quiet at this point while he was circling your bud with his skilful tongue before finally plunging it deep inside.

“AH! DADDY!” you screamed, accidentally letting his cock out of your mouth. He growled, not pleased by not being in your mouth. With a jerk his cock opened your mouth again.

“My cock will be buried here until I say I so. You want to be punished, bitch?” He grabbed a handful of hair from your head, tugging it, making you squirm.

With your tongue swirling around the head in a tantalising manner while massaging his balls Toji let out a long, deep moan.

“Slowly, bitch…that’s it baby,” he murmured hoarsely. “Don’t fuck with me, you bitch. I’ll punish you for that later,” he threatened you, grasping the back if your head tightly.

“Take all of me, you fucking slut. You like being treated like this, don’t you?” he bucked his hips more towards you, hands wrapped around your throat.

Groaning loudly, Toji pushed once again, driving himself deeper into your poor throat as he reached his climax. With each movement of your head, he lost control of himself. It was all raw and primal. His sheer strength overpowering your body into a puddle.

With his hands tied up in your hair, he releases himself. Hot white streaks of excessive cum painted your face. A glare from Toji made you lick up every excessive drop.

“Daddy…how are we going to shoot now? I think I drank up all your cum…” you innocently said while wiping your face clean, not noticing Toji smirking while checking out the footage that he recorded.

The both of you would be swimming in money soon.

[trulybetty]

05 x mirror - joel miller x reader (au)

prompt: mirror pairing: joel miller x reader word count: 656 notes: fluff, no outbreak, no y/n, no reader description, stormy weather mentions and cheesy motels summary: bad weather causes a change in plans and a delayed trip home

x. masterlist

“Oh, come on Joel, it's just one night,” you told him as you lugged your luggage over the threshold, saved only by Joel's damp forearm snapping out to catch the door before it could swing back at you and possibly knocking you over. “The weather is too bad to be on the road. You said it yourself.”

Joel grumbled at his own words being used against him. Carrying the rest of your belongings in he stood in the doorway taking in the interior of the motel room that was home for the both of you for the night. 

“What the fuck is this?” he asked as he dropped the bags to the floor.

You laughed as you dropped yourself onto the edge of the ruffle-edged bed with hot pink sheets. 

“What did you expect Miller? The place is called 'Cupid's Inn', and our room options were Wedding Night, Honeymooners or Vow Renewal.”

“I just thought it was a joke,” Joel muttered, his eyes scanning the room. “I didn't realize it would actually be themed like this.”

The room was a visual assault of kitsch and romance. A large mural of cherubs at the headboard, pink wallpapered walls, heavy velvet curtains that framed the window. Then heart-shaped decorations with lace frills and silk rose petals scattered across the floor leading up to the room's main feature, a bright red heart-shaped jacuzzi with a built-in water feature.

“Well, it looks like we're in for an interesting night,” you teased, waving a hand toward the jacuzzi in the corner of the room.

Joel shot you a glare, his irritation was evident. “I'm not getting in there,” he said firmly, “I think I'd rather risk the storm sleeping in the car than this.”

You couldn't help but laugh at Joel's reaction, you found it all amusing in spite of Joel's less-than-impressed state. “Oh, come on,” you said with a mischievous smile, patting the spot next to you on the bed. “It's just for one night. We'll survive it,” you reassured him.

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, he was clearly exhausted from the long drive. The weather had derailed your travel plans, flights cancelled so a rental car was your mode of transport back home to Austin. 

“Anyway,” you said, shuffling over to make room for him on the bed beside you, “we couldn't have picked a more romantic location for Valentine's Day?”

Joel rolled his eyes but reluctantly sat down beside you. “Fine,” he sighed, leaning back against the headboard.

You leant back and looked up to the ceiling and let out a shriek of laughter, “Oh my god,” 

Joel’s eyes followed yours, and when he saw the mirror mounted above the bed, he let out a groan. “You've got to be kidding me.”

“It could be fun,” you said playfully, a cheeky grin spreading across your face as you caught his reflection in the mirror.

Joel just shook his head, a mix of disbelief and amusement in his eyes. “Only you could find the one kitsch motel in Texas.”

“Admit it, you're a little bit curious.”

He looked at you, his expression softening into a reluctant smile. “You're impossible,” he said, but there was no annoyance in his voice, only affection.

“It could be fun,” you flirted, nudging him playfully with your elbow. “You never know.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, a playful challenge in his eyes. “Fun, huh?”

Before you could respond, Joel quickly moved, his hands gently but firmly grabbing your shoulders, flipping you over so that you were now lying on your back on the bed, with him hovering above you. His face was inches from yours, his breath mingling with your own.

Then, with a tenderness that contrasted with the room's gaudiness, he kissed you. 

As Joel pulled back, he conceded, “I guess we can make the best of it.”

You smiled up at him, “That's the spirit.”

[callmewrinkles3]

Bliss.

Dan should have realized this before. Considering how well he knew Em he should have seen it before, but for some reason he didn't. Then it hit him right in the face when they were in LA and he couldn't unsee it. As part of their honeymoon, they were spending some sunny days away from everything and everyone in their house. They said their entire year would be a honeymoon split into tiny parts between work commitments, but they really didn’t mind. Dan promised Em a year off so she could relax, and spending their time without a hurry was the beginning of it. Having some time together was exactly what they needed to keep working on their relationship and themselves. Dan had to admit it was working. Some days it took tears and long talks, others it was just days in bed doing nothing but holding each other. After the most terrifying and stormy year things were good, so he was as happy as could be. After everything they went through, his Emmy was happy and smiling, so things were good. 

That morning at home it was as relaxing as it could be. He woke up his dreamy wife with kisses all over her legs, put a smile on her face as she grabbed his curls and moaned his name, then they cuddled and kissed until their breaths were even and they got hungry. Their plan was working and Dan could see it thanks to Em's smile. After breakfast between stolen kisses and cheesy words, Dan convinced his wife to go to their pool. It only took him one smile, then the next thing he knew Em was lying on the side of the pool. The coolest thing about having a pool in their LA residence wasn’t being able to cool off on really hot days, but Em’s wardrobe choices. Em's wardrobe had certain pieces reserved exclusively for Dan and Dan only. There were things she would only wear in front of her husband, and a tiny red bikini was part of that collection. Dan knew he was a lucky man. He got to live his dream and race cars as he always wanted. He had a wonderful family, incredible friends, and if that wasn’t enough, he had the best wife in the world. The sweetest, smartest, most beautiful woman with the biggest heart decided to give him a chance not once but twice, and then she decided to marry him. She was there in his arms every day and night, supporting him through thick and thin. She asked for love in return for all the sacrifices she made for them. Dan knew he was extremely lucky and thanked his lucky stars every night for his life, but especially when he got to see his Emmy like that.

The world knew Dan always got distracted when Em was in front of him. Everyone knew about the silly smiles and love sick puppy eyes that always appeared on his face when his girl was in the same room. It was even harder to focus when she looked as breathtaking as she did that day. She was laying down on the floor by the pool, her hand touching the water lazely as she sang softly to the music playing inside the house. Dan had been trying to convince her to get into the water with him for a while. However, Em insisted she was fine there as she tried to gain some color on her skin after months and months of looking too pale. She giggled every time Dan kissed or teased her. The water dripping from his body fell over her, putting a smile on her face even when she complained and called him silly. Dan didn't stop there, doing it again and again, either kissing her or just using his wet hands to let waterdrops fall all over her chest. Seeing the water move against her skin was nice, but kissing them was his favorite thing to do. Dan kissed every drop, moving from his wife's chest to her neck, and all the way down to her stomach.

It wasn't weird or new for Dan to rest his head against Em's chest or stomach to look at her. If they had it their way, they would spend hours and days there. It was normal to find them like that, just like it was normal to find Em stroking and playing with Dan's curls. It was his thing to place soft kisses over her stomach, silently praying that all their attempts to start their own family would soon work.

Dan didn’t want to let his mind go there. They both promised each other to at least try not overthink about it. He promised Em there was no pressure, that it would happen soon or later, so he didn’t want to stress about it or she would notice. Instead Dan decided to think about their plans for the future, smiling at the fact that they were there together. His girl was there with him, absolutely stunning under the LA sun, and he sometimes couldn’t understand how lucky he was. For the rest of the world the universe was that immense thing that included time, space, matter, energy, and everything in between. But for Dan, his whole universe measured one meter sixty. His planets and stars were her freckles and tattoos, and her heart was as big and warm as the sun. The definition says everything that exists is part of the universe, and they might be right, because he was absolutely part of her.

Em smiled and stroked his cheek to grab his attention while he gazed at her stunning face for a moment as she asked, "Earth calling, Mr. Ricciardo “You alright, Love?” 

“Never better.” 

“You sure?”

“Hundred percent. Sunny LA and a pool with my baby girl? Doesn’t get better than this” Dan affirmed, kissing the palm of her hand a couple times. 

“It could be better, actually.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

“I could have my little lemon water in my hand...” 

“Of course you could. Anything else?” 

“Nope, but thank you, darling.”

Dan would never say no to anything his wife asked for, so if she wanted her lemon Sanpellegrino he would run to get it for her. Not racing that year sucked, but being there with her felt like a gift. Drinking a beer on a normal Friday afternoon in the middle of the racing season felt like a privilege. Knowing he could spend the rest of the day and not have to wake up early as he would normally do on a race day somehow put a smile on his face. He wanted to be back the next year because he loved his job, but if it didn’t happen and that was his life he was happy. Waking Em up with kisses and not with an alarm ringing through the room was something they got used to too fast. Thinking about being at home with his family raising a bunch of half British half Aussie babies and seeing them running around the farm with his girl by his side made Dan smile like nothing else did. 

It only took him two minutes to grab his beer, Em’s drink and a box of strawberries. He knew it was gonna put a smile on his wife's face as it had been her favorite snack of the month. It wasn’t weird to see Em eating the same thing all day for weeks and then finding something different as a snack, so he wasn’t surprised the new thing was strawberries. He couldn’t help but smile as he stepped out and looked at his wife. He could make more than one joke about her bikini being the same color as the fruits in his hand and how she looked as eatable as them. He could laugh about his own ridiculous comments, but Em was there with her eyes closed and he somehow didn’t have the heart to interrupt her. She looked so relaxed and peaceful, almost as if she was always meant to be there. 

It suddenly hit him straight in the face. 

One look at her and suddenly it was clear as the day. He knew it was ridiculous and probably impossible, he even might be hallucinating but he could see clearly as the day a bump that wasn't there before. He knew Em's body. He was the lucky man who spent the last five years of his life by her side almost every night. He knew Em's body and heart like the palm of his hand and loved it. His Emmy was his home and shelter, so he recognized something he never saw before. Dan also realized that he must be imagining things. If she was pregnant, she couldn't be more than a couple weeks. He was there holding her when her last period came and deception hit her straight in the face for another month. He held her tightly as he promised it would be fine because eventually it would happen. He knew deep down in his heart it would happen. He tried to make her smile even if just a bit by saying they could keep practicing because it was his favorite thing about trying to have a baby. He felt proud of himself when a tiny smirk appeared on his wife’s face. Making quick math, Dan realized it had been almost five weeks since then. 

It all came together like pieces in their right place. Dan knew Em’s period wasn’t perfectly timed since she quit the pill last year. He thought that was the reason she was a couple of days late. Between traveling and time zones and everything in between it wasn’t weird. But then it was the strawberries and Dan realized it wasn’t another of Em’s normal hyperfixations with something she liked, it was purely a whim. After five years by her side Dan knew her body perfectly so he knew how her boobs fit perfectly in his hands. When he held them the previous night he felt they were a bit bigger than usual. Dan told himself maybe it was simply her period about to come, that’s why he didn’t even mention it to Em. Nothing of what he thought was normal was and he could feel someone taking the air from his lungs and his heart missing a beat.

The problem wasn’t that he didn’t want that, it was exactly the contrary. He wanted it so much that if it wasn't true, his heart would break. He had no idea what he was going to do if his brain was tricking him. All he wanted for years was to be exactly like that with Em, together and happily married, but also with a baby. He still dreamed of a baby with big brown eyes and crazy brown curls. Maybe their children would have straight hair like Emmy's. There was nothing he wanted more than a mini Emmy. It didn’t matter if it was a boy or girl, he wanted a baby that was part him and part Em, looking exactly like his precious wife. They deserved it. They deserved to have their baby in their arms. He dreamed about it too many times. All Dan wanted was to see his Emmy holding their daughter or son in her arms. After all the tears and the suffering they really deserved it. 

The suffering was also the reason why Dan had no idea how to talk to Em. He couldn’t live with doubt, but if he mentioned it to her and it wasn’t true, it would break her heart too. He knew more than anyone else in the world how Em could deal with another heartbreak. She couldn’t take another deception. All the horrible things that happened in the last couple years were terrible enough, but then Michael put the cherry on top to blow things up. Dan didn’t want Em to have another bad day. He didn’t want to see her crying and having to promise again that things were going to be fine. He didn't want to promise that because he didn't know when they would be fine. They were getting there and getting better every single day. But even when they were happy and stable as they could be, sometimes they had a bad day. That's when Dan made promises, knowing the better days would come back eventually. 

“Danny? Everything alright?” Em wondered, bringing him back from the other dimension where his brain was. Shit. Shit shit shit. 

“Yeah.” He lied, walking slowly towards his wife. He couldn’t lie to her. It was impossible for him to keep anything from her, especially something like that. They said no more lies and the only exceptions were nice surprises, so he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t sit there, look at her in the eyes and act like it was all good. Em could read him like a book, so she would find out sooner or later. “Actually… Can I talk to you, baby?" 

Em nodded twice as she reached out her hand for Dan while a worried face appeared on her face. He knew that frown way too much and wanted to avoid it. "It's alright, Dimples. Just talk to me?”

Dan sat down in front of her, leaving everyone on the floor except his beer. He needed a sip, so he took a long one trying not to get any more nervous. Em’s hand over his helped more than any alcoholic drink could. His wife locking their fingers together and bringing them close to her mouth to kiss his wrist tattoos and knuckles was more effective than any breathing exercise he could apply in that moment. 

“Emmy there’s- Its there any chance you might be pregnant?” Dan asked in a whisper, looking down at their joined hands before he could have the courage to look up at her face. 

When he finally did it, Emmy’s face changed. The relaxed look she had when he left to go to the kitchen had completely vanished. It was now replaced but a mix of feelings, making her mouth open slightly and her eyes shine. Dan could see surprise, confusion, fear and panic creeping in. He could see the anxiety taking over, making him know he should have stayed in silence. 

“What?”. It was softer than a whisper, almost impossible to hear her words. He wouldn’t have been able to if he wasn’t sitting in front of her. 

"Your period is late, babe. I know it’s normal but it’s not only that. Your boobs feel different. Perfect kind of different, but different. Then you want strawberries all the time. And call me a crazy cunt, but I can see a tiny little bump that wasn’t there. I might be imagining things for how much we want it, but I don’t know, Emmy. Maybe I’m really seeing things. I’m sorry I’m throwing this at you but I had to tell you cause-“ 

“Hey, no, come here.” Dan didn't fight Em when she grabbed him between the cheeks and pressed their foreheads together. All he did for a moment was close his eyes and take a deep breath. “Don’t be sorry. Just don’t. You didn’t do anything wrong, alright?” 

"But what if it's not real?”

“My husband always says we keep trying till we get it right. Plus that’s the funniest part, right?” 

Dan always thought Em was a superwoman. He knew she was the strongest woman in the universe, but his admiration for her increased a hundredfold as he heard those words. He knew how scared she must have been in that moment. There was no way the anxiety was not skyrocketing inside her, but instead of panicking she was holding him. From all the things she could be doing in that moment, Em repeated the words Dan normally said to her while she made sure he didn’t panic. She was kissing his face, holding him close and making Dan think about how he always knew his wife was a superwoman, but she was also his hero. 

“Maybe this time he’s a bit right” Dan affirmed, kissing her lips again before hugging her, hiding his face against her neck. 

“Should we go change and get a test?”  

“I might have one. I got it some time ago. You know, just in case." His fear about Em getting mad at him was irrational, but he would have totally understood if it happened. They had a deal and it included no pregnancy tests around them. He knew his wife and she knew it would be another anxiety source for her. It would make her want to take one every month or every week. He didn't want her spiraling like that, so they said no test. If they needed it, they were going to get one. But without Em knowing, Dan got one and kept it hidden between his things. Having it there would be a lot faster than having to buy one, so he kept it there. “Sorry about that."

As he confessed it, Dan couldn't help but fear Em would be angry with him. But contrary to his fear and to remind him how much of a saint his wife was, Em just looked at him with nothing but love in her eyes. “You owe me a pizza after this.” 

“Anything you want.”

Em and Dan weren’t the kind of couple who peed in front of each other in bathrooms. They could count on one hand how many times they did it, awful covid days being most of those days. Dan has been there holding her hair and stroking her back on really sick or hangover days as Em kneeled down in front of the toilet to throw up, but that was a different story. Em did it with Dan too, but peeing was off the list of things to do in front of each other. Em always joked that they shouldn't kill romanticism by doing such a thing, but that morning they didn’t care. After Dan grabbed the pregnancy test that was carefully hidden in his suitcase, he stood alongside his wife in the bathroom. He promised to look to the other side, but he stayed there, his hand around her shoulders. 

That was one of the terrible moments when Dan had absolutely no idea what to do. He was out of words and he couldn’t help Em with anything. All he could do was stay there in silence, looking at his wife as she left the test over the sink and washed her hands. After that it was Em’s time to hide against Dan. She rested her face against his chest, taking deep breaths as they held each other. Even though he went to a Catholic school, Dan wasn’t a religious man. They didn’t have a religious ceremony and he couldn’t care less if they baptized their kids in the future. Religion wasn’t on his agenda, but as they waited inside their bathroom, Dan prayed for it to happen. He prayed to whatever was out there to let it happen to them, but especially to Em. His girl deserved all the happiness in the universe and he knew nothing would make her happier than knowing she was pregnant. There was nothing that would put a bigger smile on her face than knowing they were going to be parents and finally have their baby. Dan prayed that it was positive so he could fix all the wrong choices he made, so this time he could be there for his Emmy and their baby, not like he did all those months ago. 

When the timer on Em’s phone finally rang Dan could feel his heart beating so hard he was almost scared it would jump out of his chest. He could feel his hands starting to sweat and he didn’t want that. He couldn't be like that. He had to be Em’s rock if the result wasn’t what they wanted. He had to keep it together for his Emmy, so he took a deep breath and looked down at his wife. 

"Are you ready?" Dan asked, but the question wasn’t only for Em but also for himself. 

“Can you look first? Please?” Emmy begged, big brown eyes looking up at him. "I just can't do it. Not after last year."

“You know I love you, right? Whatever it says, I love you more than anyone or anything in the world. Nothing’s gonna change that.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then pulled away and smiled.

“I know. And I love you no matter what and more than anyone or anything in the whole universe. To the moon and to Saturn, right?” She smiled back and hugged him.

"To the moon and to Saturn three hundred times, baby girl." 

It was one last kiss before they did it. Dan paused, took a deep breath, kissed Em’s head and he turned slightly around, but he never let Em go. His arm stayed firmly and protectively around her waist, not only because Em needed it, but also because he needed it too. Dan needed Em as close as possible because she was his lifeline and the one thing keeping him standing there in that moment. As the last push, Dan decided to count to three, then grab the test. There was nothing complicated about it, or at least not that he could tell. It was a simple hand gesture and then the doubts would be out the window. One movement and that was all he needed to grab the test.

One. Two. Three. 

It took Dan all the courage in the world, but in return, a couple of lines said that from that moment on, their lives were changed forever. 

[ravenflorals]

forever , and ever

rating: explicit

word count : 2671 words

Pairing: hermione granger / draco malfoy , mentioned Pansy/Neville, Theo / Ron, Ginny / Harry, and Blaise / Luna

authors note: The Wheel has assigned the following; Secret Marriage, based on a song, body worship, Malfoy Manor, and pregnancy, for the "based on a song" I chose the song "Lover" by Miss Swift. I typically don’t write secret marriage fics, because I haven’t been able to work out the basics. Yet, I think I managed to work this out enough to be enjoyable to read.

warnings: this fic is semi smutty. it isn't as bad as what I usually write but it does have those themes. Don't read if you're underage. Another warning over mentioned body shaming. Its not severe, but its there

In the corner of the library sits a photo on a shelf. Taken on a muggle camera loaned to them by Arthur Weasley. In the frame, a bride dressed in a simple white lace sundress, looking at the love of her life who wore a white button-up and green tie with his standard black slacks. It was a domestic photo, but one that changed whenever guests came by. One that hid its true form as Hermione would do whenever friends of his mother’s would stop by.

The wedding bands they wore on their hands were simple, little black diamonds that engraved hers. A DM is carved into the underside. On his the same black diamonds in a masculine sense. HM engraved into his. They were simple enough to illusion, making them look like any standard ring. But she still wore hers around her neck while at work. Carrying it as close to her chest as possible.

Whenever she got that familiar guilty feeling in her chest. She’d be reminded we agreed together. They agreed they needed time to themselves. To go through the honeymoon stage before they came clean. It should have been easy enough to come clean when it was time. A simple advertisement in the paper says just married. A postcard sent to all their former friends and let them spread the word. Yet none of it seemed right.

Their marriage had been a secret since it happened two years prior. They’d decided on the secrecy aspect, other than letting in a few friends. Narcissa, Pansy, and Neville had been their witnesses, and Ron and Theo had helped make sure nothing got to the press by acting even more brash in their behavior than usual. Luna and Theo had announced their courtship. Harry and Ginny decided to conveniently announce their pregnancy on the day it happened. All eyes were anywhere but on them. They’d had a quiet ceremony, binding their magic together that night. Hermione pressed against deep green satin sheets as he trapped her frame under his much larger one. Elbows planted on both sides of her.

“You’re my wife.” He had said. Between each word pressing a kiss to her lips.

Breathless, she nodded. “I’m your wife. I'm yours. Just as you are mine.” She’d say, letting her hands rest against the side of his face. They’d had sex plenty of times prior, in every position they could find. But this time, this was making love. True love that now would bind their magic together.

After a short honeymoon by the lakes in Ireland, they’d come back to the manor. Ready to take on the world. The last two years had been pleasant. Of course, they’d shared their fair share of arguments. But just as they’d promised in their vows, they didn’t go to bed angry. They talked, they made up, and they made each other feel good. His hands would trace her frame as her lips would place delicate kisses across his scars. Each one had a story behind them, and she didn’t like that it had happened to him. But she loved the man it had made him. With dark stormy eyes that roared whenever she called him her beautiful boy. There were the nights she’d trace her fingers around his cock, playing with the head and the precum that leaked. Patiently waiting for Hermione’s attention to be drawn to it.

Every so often new rumors came up on who “the Golden Girl” was dating. Her romantic life, well the lack of it had made the papers. Skeeter called her a spinster and said she didn’t think anyone was coming home with her. It would be a fair judgment if Hermione knew for a fact she not only had someone in her bed. But someone who gave her a million reasons to stay in that bed when the morning came. Whenever her nose would scrunch in distaste at the articles while she sat in the manor’s library reading. He would come in from work, approaching her. Stalking towards her like a lion would to its prey.

Except, she wasn’t his prey. She was more like a rabbit waiting for the day the snake got tired of waiting for another source of food. Swallowing her whole. She was the lamb waiting for its executioner to come out of the barn and find her stalled. But she would trust him through it all. Because she trusted him fully. “All you need to do is ask. And I’ll fucking kill her.” Draco says, taking the newspaper out of her hands and sitting down next to her. He pulls her legs to crossover into his lap. “What is the horrible wench saying about you this time?” he asks, rubbing circles into her feet.

Shrugging, she looked over to him. Her eyes fixated on him “It doesn’t matter what she said about me. I’m used to being the butt of their jokes.” she sadly admits, this had been something she knew would happen when she stepped into her place in the world. Working at the ministry to make sure muggleborn students got the right opportunities. Giving them the resources she had lacked. Proper education on the wizarding world and what the world expected from them. The article wasn’t on her sex life today, in fact, this one had said no one had wanted her because of her apparent weight gain.

“Just because you’re used to it. That doesn’t mean it’s okay.” His tone sounds disappointed. Not in her, never in her. But in the mere fact, she was silently letting this happen. He had seen how much it took from her to be more than what had been presented, that she was no longer the eighteen-year-old war heroine. Now a loving wife, and the hardest worker the ministry had ever seen. She was more than any of those cynical fools with their sharp words could see.

He had his fair share of bad media press. Not like hers where she was being painted one way, but painting him another. A coward still living through his fears. Still followed his father’s reputation even if it hadn’t been who he wanted to be since he had been sixteen. The spinster and the coward, that’s what they’d been painted as. It was a parallel to the queen and her loyal bishop. Always following a few steps behind her. Their image on the outside was as simple as this, in public she was the minister of education, and he was her bodyguard. Making sure she got to events, okay, ensuring she got home safely. At Galas instead of making sure she didn’t go home with someone bad. He made sure she was satisfied coming home with him. In a few instances pulling her into a coat room, tugging the dress she wore to the side, and taking her there. Ensuring no one would catch them in these situations. His hands cupped her ass as he rutted into her.

After he took her home, pulling the dress completely off her frame before laying back against the bed. “Let me see you.” he’d murmur, looking up at her like a man drunk on love as he propped himself up onto his elbow. While she loved it when he took control, she knew he came completely undone when she took the lead. Unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck as he slid his pants and boxers off. “Ride me.” he’d say, eyes lust-filled and burning into her. Hermione knew the sounds he made like she knew a favorite song. Knew how to turn things to make him even more smitten for her.

They’d both orgasmed harder than they ever had that night. Hermione’s legs hurt like hell that night, she was also thankful for the silencing spells he’d placed around their bed. Not wanting his mother to hear what they’d been up to. They’d had their fair share as a married couple in regards to the matriarch. But that was a story for another time.

If someone thought she was crazy for him, they should have seen how he was for her. While he was loyal, he also had a wicked possessive streak. Always leaving her with marks she had to cover the next morning. And she’d do equal damage. Scratching down his back and leaving indents with her nails. They were crazy over one another. Something that existed while they were simply dating, continued during their engagement and even now as they were married.

“You know I know how we could shut Skeeter up,” Hermione said, leaning back against the green sofa. Looking up at her husband as his hands moved up her ankles, continuing their pattern of massaging her legs.

He hums, interested in what she has to say. “Do share. I’m all for her learning a lesson on silence.” If it were up to him, she would no longer have a tongue. If it were up to her, the woman would be locked in a snow globe. With one of them occasionally shaking her.

“We could come clean about our marriage,” she tells him. Eyes twinkling with mischief. “Deal with the backlash together just as we said we would when we married.”

Eyes moving up, he settles his glance on her. “Well we said we would sooner or later,” he doesn’t seem as panicked as she had been expecting from him. “You wanted to wait till we had to think about bringing a kid into the pic…Hermione.” he stopped. Eyeing her carefully, his administration to her legs had stopped. “Is there something you haven’t told me?” he asked. Turning his body so he’s facing her entirely.

Reaching over, to entwine his fingers with hers. She moves his hand to her abdomen. Letting it rest there. He wouldn’t be able to feel anything yet, but she wanted him to know she was telling the truth. “We made life. I’m pregnant,” she says to him. Waiting for his reaction. They’d discussed having a kid since their marriage began. Even before then. But then they had just seemed like kids growing up after a war. After three years of dating to get to know one another, and they still didn’t know everything about one another. Now they knew everything they could know. She knew his favorite books, and his hiding spots in the manor when he was a child. And he knew her favorite snacks and how to calm her down after a bad day. They’d seen the good, the bad, and the beautiful in one another. And now they were bringing someone new into this life.

“I’m going to be a dad?” he asks. Mouth agape. It was still evident he was processing this. When Hermione herself had figured out it was in Pansy’s bathroom after a ministry yule event, swearing the seafood hadn’t made her sick the previous year. Neville distracted Draco asking him ‘advice for how to propose’ and Hermione dragged Pansy into the bathroom with suspicion about her state.

After three minutes of staring at the bathroom counter. Those two lines appeared, and Hermione learned that she was carrying Draco’s child. After panicking herself, Pansy had calmed her frenzied spirit. “He’ll be ecstatic. You’re all he talks about.” The darker-haired woman had said. Hermione knew this much was true. Even in their Hogwarts days, she’d learned he had a fascination with her. She must have been as blind as Harry was without his glasses to not have seen it.

But now that they were married. Had that fascination remained? Or now that he’d gotten his fill would he move on? She doesn’t truly know what she had been expecting his reaction to be. Shocked, yes. But she hadn’t expected him to tug her into his lap with a crushing hug. Holding tightly to her, Hermione feels her frame collide with his. Looking into his eyes, she sees those familiar storms. The ones she saw every time she moved across the room. Lightning struck with every move she made. “And you’re okay with this?” she questions, eyes bright as she stares at him. They’d promised forever, was this something that would push that away? If he wasn’t ready to be a dad. If he didn’t want kids after all.

“Okay? Are you mad? Knowing that not only the world will know about us. But know that a piece of me is planted in you… that a piece of us is being brought into the world. I’m more than okay with this.” he says, pressing his lips to hers, softly and tenderly at first. “I hope Skeeter knows after this that not only does someone want you. But that you’re wanted enough that they marked you. Because I did mark you.” he murmurs against her lips. That possessive streak she knew so well made a highly obvious appearance. Their lips collided once again in a deep, almost bruising kiss as he took her bottom lip in between his teeth.

Something about the way he acted especially in moments leading up to their more passionate times had made her feral. She was wet, completely aroused. At this point, if she stood up, she was sure it would soak between her sleep shorts and knickers. At least she knew the horny and hot feelings weren’t hers alone ———

Below her Hermione could feel his cock hardening, he was turned on. Desperately so. Grinding against him, Hermione chuckled at the gasp that escaped his parted lips. Leaving room for her tongue to slide between his lips. Wrestling with his tongue for dominance over the situation. They continue, with Hermione anticipating that her lips would be bruised in no time if they continued. The idea of Skeeter’s first image of them including them both looking thoroughly shagged just somehow turned her on more, Draco’s hips rocking against hers.

Pulling his lips away from hers, Draco looks frenzied as he stares at her. Lips puffy and eyes glazed. “Granger if you don’t stop I’m going to come undone.” he rasps out, sounding just as desperate as she feels right at this moment. He held down onto her hips, trying to keep her on him.

Trailing his cheek and neck with her nose and lips she smiles against the skin. “I haven’t been Granger in two years. I thought you, of all people would know that." She knows she sounds cocky. But it was true. He hadn’t used her maiden name in years, and now that it came out of him, she wanted to remind him just who he married. Wiggling her hips down, ass hitting right against the bulge in his pants she eyes him innocently. Stopping after a moment just to see how quickly she could get him riled up.

“Sorry,” he clears his throat, feeling her lift herself slightly off his lap. “Oh no you little tease. I want you to feel what you’re doing to me, Malfoy.” he corrected the surname. And her innocent eyes grew as she grinds against him. “Take what you want,” he begs, and she thinks her husband sounds so pretty when he lets his needy side show. But she isn’t done playing with him quite yet.

“If you want something Malfoy,” she hotly breathes out against his ear. “I recommend you take it from me,” she smirked, seeing the way he swallowed harshly. They’re looking eye to eye now. And she can anticipate what would happen next. If she wasn’t pregnant now, at the end of this night she definitely would be.

Pulling her off of him, he stands. Not bothering to cover his erection-strained trousers. Throwing her over his shoulder just as he’d done on their wedding night. Instead of a white dress perfect for a bride, she wore a pair of flannel pajama shorts and his old Quidditch sweater. She watched the floor as he went through the library door, and down the halls of the manor. He throws open the door of their master bedroom, and he gently throws her down on the mattress.

Checkmate. She truly couldn’t lose.

[rendy-a]

I already sent in a few requests but then you had to open up the househusband can of worms, huh? 😭 /lh /pos

General headcanons for Trey, Ruggie, Azul, and Jade as househusbands please? 👉️👈️ I'm so soft for these boys I know I'm gonna brainrot so hard for them if you do this already. Thank you in advance if you do this!

I’ve got a separate request for just Ruggie, so we will look at him deeper there.  For now, thanks for requesting.  Let’s all househusband brainrot together!

Trey is a pro at being a househusband.  Perhaps it is because he is oldest of all his siblings, but he just has a knack of knowing how to take care of others.  If you need someone to encourage you to go for that promotion at work, he is your guy.  Someone to cheer you up after a string of stormy days, he is your guy.  Really, all the little things he does just makes you grateful that he is your guy!

Baking is his superpower.  You fondly recall your first cooking experience with your husband, making a chestnut tart in the school’s kitchen.  Since then, you’ve had plenty of reasons to be thankful for your spouse’s amazing baking abilities.  Nothing cheers you up faster than one of the sweet treats your spouse serves you after a particularly long day.  Plus, like any superhero, he goes about in proper costume.  You know Trey has aprons that match each of his signature hats.   He really gets that domestic vibe when he rolls up his sleeves and dons that apron to work in the kitchen.

Date night?  No thank you.  With Trey, its all about date mornings.  Why morning?  That’s when you can go out and find the best produce.  You love accompanying your spouse to farmer’s markets to look for seasonal produce.  He gets so excited when he can share some facts with you about the fruit and veggies; like how to tell when things are ripe or some interesting ways they could be prepared.  If you have a few days to get away, you might even take a vacation to an area where there are interesting ingredients to be found.  He still talks fondly about your honeymoon to the Scalding Sands and the spices he brought back with him.  Maybe for your next anniversary…

You finish your dinner with a satisfied sigh, setting your fork down on the plate.  “Another marvelous creation, dear,” you say with a smile.  He gives you a bashful look and adjusts his glasses.  “I’m glad to hear you approve.”  He stands and comes to collect your plate and you just wave him away before picking it up and following him into the kitchen.  He gets a small grin on his face as he slides over to give you space at the sink.  He would never ask it of you, but you know how much he enjoys your company as you wash the dishes together.  He will wash and you can dry. 

After the dishes are done, you’ll both go get into your cozy clothes and head to the couch for movie night.  Your nightly tradition is to watch sappy, predictable romance movies.  It gives you background while you catch up on each other’s day.  “And so, I told Cater I was sure no one would notice,” Trey finishes his story as you both laugh about your old schoolmate’s antics.  You snuggle deeper into his embrace as you rub lazy circles on his forearm.  “So, then what happened?” you prompt.

When the movie is over, Trey places a kiss on the top of your head and asks if you are ready for bed.  “Hmm,” you hum in gentle agreement.  He helps you to your feet and you go off to brush your teeth before bed while Trey stays behind to turn off the TV and fold the blanket you had been using on the couch.  When he finally makes it to the bedroom, he asks if you remembered to brush thoroughly.  “Tops and bottoms?” he chides.  “Yes,” you reply.  “And floss?” he verifies.  “Of course,” you say.  “Did you choose the mint or cinnamon toothpaste?” he enquires.  You turn to him, “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”  He flashes his own perfect smile at you, “Well I guess I’m not that tired after all.”

If Azul is going to be a househusband, then he resolves to be the best househusband.  He reads magazines and does internet research on the standards of keeping an impressive home.  Soon your humble dwelling is looking like it belongs in a magazine.  If you tell him how impressive it is, he will act like it is no big deal but the pink along his cheeks says otherwise.

He manages the household budget like a pro.  He may no longer be the lounge manager he once was but that doesn’t mean he has lost his business savvy.  He negotiates with shop keepers like a frugal old woman, finding you discounts and deals everywhere.  If funds end up getting a little tight, he might even look for a small amount of side business.  He won’t let you find out (he wants you to feel like you are supporting this household!), but what you don’t know can’t hurt you.  Azul and Jade call it their “book club” and you don’t suspect a thing; you just think it’s great he is keeping in touch with old friends.

He is used to working alone but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get lonely.  Sometimes, Azul needs a boost to get him through the day.  Leave him cute notes to find as he does his chores.  It gives him something to look forward to as he goes about his schedule and reminds him that he is no longer alone.  If he is particularly touched by one of the messages you leave, you’ll know when you get home.  He will be even more enthusiastic with your welcome home greeting, reminding you that no one gives hugs like an octopus can.

When the power went off at your office, you decided to take the afternoon off.  Its not like there was a way to keep working, after all!  You smile as you think about the surprise your husband will have when you get home early.  When you arrive, you quietly open the door and tip-toe into the dining room.  You are shocked to find Azul quietly sobbing over a pile of feathers and a hot glue gun.  A home décor magazine is propped up for reference on whatever project he is attempting.  “Why is it so damned hard to glue feathers to this stupid piece of cardboard?” Azul laments to himself.  You think this is not the day to surprise your spouse after all and slowly slink back out the front door.

A few hours later, you message Azul not to make dinner; that you’ll be bringing something home.  You arrive home (for the second time) at your usual hour.  Azul opens the door for you and takes the bag of fried chicken you’ve brought with you.  He raises an eyebrow at you, “Did you have a bad day, dear?”  You look at him guiltily, “Ah, well…I just thought we could both use a treat now and again.”  He hums in agreement and leads you to the table. 

“What’s that?  Is it new?” you ask examining the feather bedecked centerpiece on the table.  “Oh, that little thing?” Azul says. “Its something I saw in a magazine.  Can you believe they wanted 100 madol for that?  I thought I’d make one myself for a quarter of that price.”  You try to keep a straight face as you say, “Well it certainly turned out nice.  I hope it didn’t give you too much trouble.”  Azul makes an expressive hand gesture as he shrugs, “Of course it didn’t.  I’m easily capable of this much and more.”  You slip an arm around him and give him a kiss on the cheek, “How lucky I am to have such a talented spouse.” 

Home sweet home is not exactly the sentiment you get when you walk into the house curated by Jade.  The décor is simple and modern but has almost a sterile feel to it.  There is one exception and that is plants.  Jade keeps a wide assortment of terrariums and house plants in every room of the house.  They bring life to what might otherwise be a dreary space.  Jade gives his plants names and lavishes attention on them, similar to how many people treat their pets.  Sometimes you get jealous of the plants but that only amuses Jade.  “Fufufu.  Don’t worry, darling.  Petunia isn’t half as striking as you.”

Jade has spent many years honing his sense of observation and attention to detail.  This allows him to run a most efficient household.  He is like your own personal butler, there to attend to your each and every need.  Sometimes, he will satisfy your needs before you even know what those are yourself.  You come home from a long day and notice there are new scented bath salts waiting by a steaming tub and let a warm smile cross your face.  He always knows just what you need.

While Jade is used to using his skills as a butler-type to perform an exceptional job, what he is not used to is being appreciated for it.  You make sure to find at least one small thing he has done for you each day and let him know how much it means to you.  He doesn’t outwardly show that your small thanks have impacted him but afterwards, he goes about his day with a slight spring in his step.  You also notice the things you praise him for get done a lot more frequently.  You think it is Jade asking for your attention, in his own way.

It started with a sneeze.  You’d never heard your spouse so much as sniffle before.  You assumed he had some mer thing that made him impervious to human sicknesses, like the common cold.  However, that one small sneeze would prove you wrong.  Before the day was out, Jade’s complexion had taken on a sallow tone and his checks were rouged with a feverish look.  “Hey sweetheart, are you feeling alright?” you asked him with concern.  He places his hand over his chest and gives you a slight bow as he says, “I assure you I am perfectly capable of continuing with my daily activities.  You needn’t worry about the quality of my work.” 

You sigh at your spouse’s comment.  “Jade, I’m not concerned about your work, I’m concerned about you!  Come here,” you say as you give him a come-hither motion.  When he arrives at your side, you place your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature.  It didn’t feel warm.  He smiles at you, amused at your action.  “Well, do I feel warm?”  You harrumph at him.  “No, but we both know you are cold-blooded, so that doesn’t mean a thing.”  His amused smile widens, an indication he is pleased you’ve realized your error.  “Regardless!  I know you Jade, and I know that you aren’t your usual self.  Take a rest.  If not for yourself, then for me.”

He looks at you, considering his options.  “Very well, dearest.  I suppose I can shuffle my tasks around enough to allow for a short rest.”  You pat yourself on the back for having successfully bargained with your sly spouse and hurry him off to bed.  So, he thinks he’ll be doing chores later; even though he is sick?  Not if you can help it!  With that, you roll up your sleeves and set to work on the household tasks.  Jade is a very organized househusband, keeping a list of tasks written in his neat script pinned to a corkboard in the kitchen.  You start with task four, tasks one through three having been already completed by Jade, which is doing some cooking prep work to get ready for tomorrow’s lunch. 

By the time you are at task six out of ten, you are fatigued.  How does Jade do this every day?  You have a small dish of ice cream to cheer yourself up before jumping back in.  There is no way you’ll allow your sick spouse to lift one more finger today.  Seven, eight, nine… you were nearly done.  You’ve acquired a lovely blister from using the broom and a renewed sense of appreciation for all Jade does.  The last task is folding the laundry, which you do with eyes drooping from exhaustion.  Then you grab the folded cloths and begin to stow them away in their respective places.  When you quietly open the door to your bedroom to put away some socks, the light from the hallway causes Jade to open his eyes. 

“My, my,” he says in a sleep addled voice, “how surprising.  I’ve slept until nightfall.”  You quickly tuck the socks in the drawer and go to join him, sitting on the edge of the bed.  “See, I told you that you needed rest.”  You run your hand over his forehead, gently pushing his signature lock of dark hair out of his eyes.  “You know, I’ve been doing your chores all day and I must say that I think you take on too much.  You should rest more, even if you aren’t sick.  I love the way you take care of me and our home but sometimes I wish you’d take more care of yourself too.” 

Jade’s eyes widen for a moment, as though you had startled him.  Then he smiles softly at you.  “How interesting you are.”  You tilt your head to the side, as though urging him to elaborate.  Instead, he chuckles softly, “Well, if all my chores are done, then I don’t see why I should get up at all.  I do believe I’ll stay here all night.”  You beam back at him, deciding in that moment that you were done too.  You push back the covers and climb into bed beside your spouse, cuddling up to his side.  “Is that a promise?”

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Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/30/2024) Episode: Raging Misfortune

Things had been going good for Luigi and his family, until one dark and stormy night life decided to turn the tables on them once again.

Luigi was looking forward to combating a raging headache with an iron rich late-night snack after putting Skye down for the evening. Heading into the kitchen he found his wife standing at the window looking worriedly out into the gloom.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, gathering her into his arms. “Have you seen Blossom?” she replied, “I can’t find her anywhere.”

Luigi thought for a moment, “Actually no, I haven’t seen her for awhile. You checked all her favorite hiding spots?”

Noemi nodded “She’s nowhere in the house, and I’m really worried she got disoriented in the storm and can’t find her way back home.”

Luigi spun into his everyday clothes and grabbed an umbrella, grimacing at the pounding in his head. “I’ll go look for her, but can you fix me a snack while I’m gone? I already took my supplement and some aspirin, but my head is still killing me.” “No problem.” she nodded “I’ll have something tasty waiting for you when you get back. Good luck and be careful out there!”

Luigi huddled under his umbrella in the pounding rain, calling out for his feline friend: “Blossom! Where are you girl?”

He’d only gone a short distance from the house when a fierce gust of wind turned his rain protection inside out. Dropping the now useless tangle of twisted metal spines and fabric, he squinted into the dark night. Quickly soaked through and seeing no sign of his furry girl he was contemplating turning around to hightail it back inside when he spotted a gray blob dashing for cover up ahead and heard a plaintive “meow…”

“Blossom!” he cried “Its OK baby, I’m coming” He ran towards the tree but only got a couple steps when he was suddenly lifted off his feet, thousands of volts of electrical energy coursing through his body as he was struck by a vicious bolt of lightning.

For a moment Luigi was completely disoriented, his head aching more than ever and every limb tingling… except one.

Just like when he’d been shocked at the park on their honeymoon Luigi’s mousing hand was completely numb. “It’ll be fine” he muttered, doing his best to push that concern to the back of his mind as he stumbled over to where his cat was hiding, soaked and shaking.

Clumsily scooping Blossom up Luigi cradled her against him and headed back towards home.

“What happened!?” Noemi cried as Luigi stumbled inside, awkwardly holding their fur baby, his body blackened; eyes slightly crossed.

“Well… the good news is I found Blossom” he began, plopping her down on the counter and practically falling onto one of the barstools “The bad news is I got struck by lightening in the process. I’m seriously dazed, my head feels like its going to split in two, and I can’t feel my hand… again”

“Oh honey.” Noemi whispered “Stay right there. I’m going to get someone to come over and watch Skye; then we’re taking you to the hospital. Here…” she pushed a plate of spinach salad topped with grilled salmon towards him “get this into your belly while I make some calls.”

Unfortunately, the smell of the usually delicious dish turned Luigi’s stomach. He dizzily pushed the plate away, opting instead to close his eyes and rest his spinning head on the table while he waited for Noemi to locate someone willing to brave the weather and the late hour.

A hand on his shoulder roused him from his daze, Bonnie’s familiar voice calling out: “My dude! You look like death warmed over.”

“Thanks a bunch, its good to see you too” he groaned back at his old friend, lifting his good hand and waving it vaguely towards her in greeting.

“Really, thanks for coming out Bonnie” Noemi interjected “Skye probably won’t even wake up, but I feel a lot better knowing you’re here if he needs anything.” Bonnie smiled back and promised to keep watch while Noemi took “their biggest baby” to get the medical attention he clearly needed.

By the time they arrived at the clinic and were shown to a room Luigi was feeling a bit less dazed. Unfortunately, that only gave him the mental space to start worrying about his hand, which still felt like a dead weight at the end of his arm.

His dismay only grew when the doctor declared his iron levels “lower than we’d like to see” and ordered an iron infusion to be added to the cocktail of IV fluids and pain meds he was already receiving. The only other time he’d needed an infusion it had left him nauseous and disoriented.

Still, he was happy to endure a bit more of that to get rid of his nasty headache. Even better, the strange contraption they wrapped around his hand to warm and massage it was finally beginning to bring some of the feeling back. It wasn’t much, but it was certainly better than nothing!

Just like before the doctor told them that the electrical shock had likely irritated Luigi’s Carpel Tunnel. He was ordered not to attempt any strenuous activity, including computer work, involving his hand until he regained full feeling.

When pressed, his provider couldn’t give them a timeline on when Luigi could expect to be able to resume normal activity. “There’s no way of knowing how much damage the wild current did to you. I put a referral to a hand surgeon in your chart. If you aren’t satisfied with your recovery in a few days, follow up with them about more invasive treatment options.”

When they got back home to Bonnie early in the morning, Luigi thanked her for her help before heading off to run himself a nice warm bath.

“Is he going to be OK?” his friend asked Noemi once he was safely out of earshot “I don’t know” she shook her head sadly “but I hope so. We just have to wait and see.” With a hug and best wishes, the pair parted ways to begin their day.

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[jvstinderosa]

Serenity

[gabykatttt]

Sleepover pt 1

It’s was a dark and stormy night. Poppy,Viva and Veneer spend the night at the Bergan castle Cuz Bridget and Gristle went on their honeymoon.

Omg that looks so good on you Viva said wearing her nightgown with her pink slippers.

You’re lucky you have your own spare pajamas plus green looks good on you this day Poppy said.

Really I thought it wouldn’t fit on me or two Veneer said looking at himself in the pajamas he bought after he and Velvet split to have their normal lives.

But the pajamas aren’t everything ta da which slippers do you want the cats or the dolphins Poppy said showing Veneer the slippers.

Veneer picked the cat slippers and put them on.

Your show will be on in a minute I suggest we get popcorn before it starts Viva said turning up the volume.

That’s an idea sis you go get it Poppy said in a teasing tone. Viva got up from the couch groaning with annoyance to start the popcorn.

So Vennie what’s your show about? Poppy asked curiously.

Oh well it’s about two couples who do stupid shit together and get caught by the police so many times but they never succeed Veneer said explain his show.

Oh well that’s really Poppy was cut off by the host of the show.

Oh look it’s starting Veneer said getting up from the couch and sat in front of the tv.

Viva comes back with the popcorn.

What’s he doing in front of the tv didn’t his mom tell him not to sit close? Viva asked sitting on the couch.

Whatever just sit down and enjoy the show Poppy said as the three kept in looking as the tv screen

After the show

That was the best episode I’ve ever seen I liked the part when Josh cheated on his girlfriend with his gay friend that was unexpected and really funny right girls Veneer said with excitement only to realize that Poppy and Viva fell asleep.

Uh girls don’t tell me that the sleepover is already over Veneer said getting worried.

NO CREEK PLEASE NO MORE TEA I HAD ENOUGH AHHH ahhh Poppy screamed having a nightmare again.

Omg Poppy are you alright? Veneer asked worried.

It’s okay sis you had that dream again Viva said patting Poppy’s shoulder.

I’ll never get over it Poppy said letting out a sigh.

Just think of something else Viva said smiling.

Right where were we again? Oh yeah Poppy said

SLEEPOVER Poppy and Viva yelled with excitement causing Veneer to fall on the floor.

Let’s do our first activity Poppy said

Yes Viva replied.

What will it be? Viva asked

I don’t know do you know? Poppy asked.

I don’t know Viva answered.

Y-you don’t know? Veneer asked.

There’s so much to do on the sleepover we just don’t know what to start Viva said. Poppy snapped her fingers.

This calls the sleepover cap of destiny Poppy blurred out her idea.

The what? Veneer asked confused.

The sleepover cap of destiny it a cap that is filled with sheets of paper. You pick a random paper to start with our activities. Since it’s your first time having a sleepover with us you get to pick our first activity Poppy said giving Veneer the cap to chose the activity.

Okay Veneer said putting his hand and grabbed a sheet of paper.

Okay so the first activity is. Put blue hair dye on Viva’s shampoo and mix it up when she takes a shower Veneer said explaining the activity.

Whoops prank cap of destiny by mistake Poppy said grabbing the wrong cap away from Veneer’s hand.

Shit I got the wrong cap Poppy said quietly panicking about the prank on Viva.

SO YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PULLED THAT PRANK ON ME. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IS WAS TO GET MY HAIR BACK TO ITS NATURAL COLOR. NOT TO FORGET YOU MUST THE ONE PUTTING RACCOONS INSIDE OF MY UNDERWEAR CASES AS WELL. ALL OF THEM GOT WASTED CAUSE OF THEIR DAMN CLAWS RIPPING THEM APART Viva yelled.

Okay I’m going to get the right cap. I won’t be too long Poppy said panicking running to get the right cap.

Oh what else is in there? Gasp color power on my laundry no wonder why my clothes turned pink you’re such a prankster you know that Viva said chasing Poppy.

I’m afraid Veneer said to himself waiting for Poppy and Viva to come back.

To be continued

[stanathanxoox]

Dwayne Pride Masterlist Update 2/1/2024

Dwayne Pride x reader

Catch Up

Big Wide World

Calm Before the Storm

Too Big

Hold You

Piano Confessions

Angel

Surprise

Fighting For You

Caring

High Praise

Too Close

Reassurance

Christmas Playlist

You Burnt The Turkey

Freezing

At Least You Tried

Out With The Old, In With The New

Made Up My Mind

Exes and Ohs

Unforgettable

Miscommunication

Drenched

Laughter

Worry

I Can’t Stop

Bad and Good

Ti Amo

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Blind Date

No More Secrets

Anniversary

Asking For Help

Back Home

Warming Up

His and Her Hats

Sneaky

Baking

Snuggling

Road Trip

Holding Closely

Blind Date

Grief

My Ship Has Sailed

Dark Past

Extended Family

Can’t Stand To See You Cry

Walk Out That Door…

I Don’t Share

Accused

Surrounded By Idiots

Stormy Weather

Hope Your Happy

You Drunk?

Much Needed Comfort

Spilled Beans (Tammy Gregorio x reader)

Stubborn

Day Together

New Year’s Kiss

Happy Birthday

Our Little Fighter

Don’t Forget To Remember Me

Everytime We Touch

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

Shaking

Lazy Morning

God Knows

You Don't Have To

Chubby Thighs

Honeymoon Suite

Rushing To Your Side

Intruders

Perfectly Matched

Not For Anyone

Interrupted

Photoshoot

My Wife's A Badass

Shush I've Got You

[sorchathered]

Thanks for the tag @sailor-aviator🩷

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

⭐️- Red all over (Bob Floyd x reader)

⭐️- Can’t take my eyes off of you (stalker!Bob Floyd x reader)

⭐️- Scream my name (Mickey Garcia x reader)

⭐️- Down at the Twist and Shout (Snb honeymoon fic with Jake and Stormy)

⭐️- You’re all I need to get by (Bradley Bradshaw x reader)

⭐️- Heartache on the dance floor (Rhett Abbott x reader)

⭐️- Why don’t we just dance (Bucky Barnes x reader)

⭐️- Turning Page (Bob Floyd x reader)

⭐️- Honeymooning with the Floyd’s (part 2 of “you’re still the one”

Tagging- @floydsglasses @vivwritesfics @roosterforme @bradshawssugarbaby @sebsxphia @delopsia @sunsetsimpsblog @rhettabbotts