#tiny crown w/ tiny apple

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It's so cute

Luky - OC

Miraculous x Hazbin Hotel

Name: Luky

Creator: Lucifer Morningstar

Origin: Kwami

Ocupation: King of the Kwami

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Ok, I just can't get out of my head, big brother Silver and Malleus. Maybe MC and Lilia having their own child and it's a baby girl. She'd be the most beloved little girl in the Valley. I can imagine this is Silver's first time meeting a baby that young and he'd be so soft uwu. Like, he'd be her perfect prince and he'd be more than happy to live up to her image. He takes his role as being her big brother as seriously as his role as Malleus' knight. Malleus, meanwhile. I mean, the child is the product of his favorite human and his father figure. Say no more. Man would basically ignore a royal counsel meeting if it means going to one of her tea parties. Super duper important meeting... Yeah, that's a tomorrow problem. Man has a tea party to go and a messily writter invite in glitter ink is basically on top of his paperwork so he won't forget it. Ok, sorry for the rant. It's just nothing makes me softer than Lilia being a dad again and getting another member in his beloved family. Thank you.

Hello Anonie 🌺🌷💚

First of all Anonie, *grabs you by the shoulders* never be sorry about sending me these! I love love love fluff, especially domestic fluff! And adding on babies?! Ahsjsjjdd Anonie???? I’m the one who suffers from baby fever constantly ansjsjjdjfd believe me, I adore it. (My first fic was a lilia x reader who had a child together ahhhh💞💞💞). This is some of my faves to see in fics 💚💚🌺🌺

One of my fave ideas is a little girl being born into the Diasomnia family. I can see it change their dynamics but also not change it. Certain aspects will remain the same: teaching self defense/training, escaping Lilia’s food (unless she’s the rare one that likes it, to the detriment of everyone else haha), the pranks, etc.

But also, she’ll have these four overprotective figures in her life. Can you imagine when she dates? The sheer panic??

Malleus will eventually have to take a spouse, Silver might too, and now Lilia’s little girl? Papa is going to have a meltdown. Everyone is getting married and leaving him! (Ironic lmfaoo) But, relax, she was just born Lilia! She’s still a toddler! MC out here looking at this ex-general turned drama papa and enjoying the chaos in a fondly exasperated way.

Sebek, Sebek honey, you are so lucky not to deal with this 🤣🤣 that’s a Baul problem 😂😂

As we seen with Silver and the kids durning the bunny event, Silver is trying his best to be the best brother and Prince Charming figure to his little sister. He just…has trouble at times 🤣 But she knows her big brother Silver well just like she knows big brother Malleus, in her eyes, no one is as charming as them.

He’s going to take her and his animal friends to the meadows nearby. They’ll make flower crowns and talk about what’s for dinner as they forage for ingredients. I can see Silver teaching her to dance as Malleus taught him and Lilia.

She’ll sit on his shoulders and pick from apple trees. He’ll teach her how to pick berries. He’ll teach her about animal tracksand hunting. Of course, for now, she’s too young. But no one is too young to learn survival skills right? ✨✨

She can even train with him and he’ll carry her back when she’s tired. All tucked into him, safe in his arms.

As for Malleus? What meeting? His only meeting is this tea party that he’s been invited to. Don’t you see this messy yet glitter filled invite? How dare you try and stop him? Jkjk but at the same time I’m not. 😆

Big Brother Malleus is not going to miss out. He was late once, stupid councilmen, and the sad look he saw then had him almost burning the castle down. Lolol jkjk …maybe.

I can see Malleus getting busy with work at times, maybe so busy he late to dinner. Next thing he knows, there’s a tiny person peeking over his paperwork, giving him a look that can rival Lilia’s cute pout. (It’s even better than his in fact, no one tell Lilia but I doubt he’d mind. He’ll gladly give that mantle to his baby girl)

His baby sister asks him when he’s coming for dinner and it’s late, won’t he take a break? The way this Fae King folds? It would astound the masses. 💞

On the days where Malleus says he can’t join, oh my dear king, this baby girl is as stubbornness as her papa and brothers. She will pout and sit there, threatening not to eat until her big brother does. How can you deny that?

You know that phase that all little girls go through? The one where they want to marry the ones they really love? Watch these three just try their best to get her to choose them. 😂🤣

The winner is MC, of course, no one can beat Mama 💞💞 laughing at the thought of the three depressed in the dark corner.

Ahhh this was so cute! Thank you for sending this in Anonie 💞💞💚💚

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Flower Crowns

dean winchester x bimbo!reader

1.5k | fluff, fem pronouns

summary: dean had lived his life as self-reclusive and stoic as possible. who knew one girl in tiny skirts with glossed lips could make him completely whipped?

dean winchester grew up in an environment that most people would widen their eyes at. mouths agape in shock as dean and his brother recount all the times their dad treated them like soldiers instead of children.

that lifestyle is what made dean who he was today; and most people would find it encouraging that he and sam didn’t turn out like complete asshole’s.

unlike his younger brother, dean was always the troublemaker between the two. yeah, sam had a knack for defying john’s orders, but dean always found himself in forms of trouble that landed him in boy’s homes.

all he wanted was to appeal his father. be tough for sammy and protect the people who he cared about. all that squished together made him into the hard shell of a man he is today; and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

that’s what drew you into dean in the first place. he was so languid in his actions. already knowing the exact way to push people out of his life when they got too close. having the tough guy act down to the final line. but you saw beneath it. you saw the man who cared so deeply about the people he actually allowed himself to hold close, and that interested you even more.

dean first saw you when he was on a case down in your hometown. and instantly, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

bobby had directed sam and dean to one of his hunter friends who lived in town. telling the boys that if they ever needed help, this guy was the one to call.

that man ended up being your father, and dean was thoroughly surprised that someone like you grew up around a hunter.

you answered the door wearing a baby pink sundress, thigh high stockings pulled up as high as possible with black heels on your feet. when you turned around, dean noticed the delicate ribbon placed in your curled hair, and he suddenly had the urge to pull it loose and use it on you for something else completely.

the whole time dean was at your house, he found himself thinking those unsolicited thoughts. you reached into your purse to reapply your lip gloss, dean wondered how it would taste on his lips. you tossed your hair over your shoulder to get it out of your face, dean wondered what it would be like to grab it in his fist.

each time he found himself alone with you, he couldn’t help the easy flirtations that fell from his lips. you almost dragged him upstairs to your bedroom when he called you a ‘good girl’ for finding a key detail in the case.

when it was time for him and sam to leave, dean slipped his phone number in the back pocket of your jeans. he disguised the action in the hug he gave you. . . while also lightly grabbing your ass.

he was scared you would smack him across the face for that last part. but the light kiss on his cheek that left a glossy residue in it’s wake had him thinking differently.

after months of talking — and establishing some form of relationship after multiple phone calls, dean asked if you wanted to live with him and sam in their 1950’s bunker. normal people would be immediately turned off and say no, but you weren’t normal people. and by the next weekend, you had your room packed up and ready to move in with dean.

every day you lived with dean was bringing you two closer together. your aesthetics varied so greatly, yet that somehow made you two even more compatible.

dean found himself falling even more in love with you as time moved forward. the evening he knew he loved you was when he walked into the kitchen, watching you attempt to make an apple pie. you were dressed in the shortest skirt imaginable, and dean almost passed out when you bent over to put the pie in the oven and he got a nice view of your lace panties.

he had come up behind you, wrapping his arm around your middle and dragging you back into his chest. whispering a soft “what are you doing” in your ear, dean went on to carry you back to your shared room, eclipsing your body with his own as you laid underneath him on your bed. he had whispered a soft and sensual, “let me show you how much i love you, baby,” and the rest was a story that dean still smirked about when he thought of it.

today was different. the weather in kansas was gloomy, and dean found himself wanting to stay in bed all day and cuddle with his girl. though for some reason, he couldn’t find you anywhere in the bunker.

he looked everywhere. every room and any place that he could think of you being. dean started to worry when sam told him that he saw you go outside a couple of minutes ago. so with the clambering of his boots, synchronizing with the patter of rain falling behind the door, dean ventured out to find you.

to dean’s surprise, he found you rather quickly. though, it wasn’t the fact that you were scaling the side of the bunker that surprised him. it was the fact that you could incorporate pink into any outfit and any weather condition imaginable.

a soft pink rain coat was covering your white tank top and pleated black skirt. a pink and black striped umbrella was perched over your head, and dean noticed how it was meticulously covering the pink uggs you wore with your classic white, knee high socks.

dean wanted to coo at your hunched figure. you looked adorable as you grumbled in frustration at your umbrella, legs bent at the knees as you searched for something dean couldn’t quite see.

“what’cha doin’ sugar, it’s pouring out here.” his voice startled you, your head whipping around to notice dean standing by the railing at the entrance.

tightly clutched in your hand was different types of small flowers, seemingly growing around the bunkers edges. dean craned his head like a confused puppy as he noticed the assorted flowers in your palms.

huffing slightly, you stood to your full hight as dean stared on at you, a massive grin on his face as he watched you dust off your clothing. “i’m trying to collect flowers dean, what does it look like i’m doing?”

the man couldn’t help but laugh at your matter of fact attitude. you looked so adorable standing there, covered head to toe in pink as you clutched pretty flowers in one hand and a comically large umbrella in the other.

with a shake of his head, dean approached you and grabbed the umbrella out of your hand, holding it over the both of you as he placed his free palm on the small of your back, leading you inside. “yeah, i can see that sweets, but why?”

you held up the assortment of flowers to give dean a closer look, allowing him to notice all the pretty pink’s, white’s, and purple’s you had grabbed. “i want to make you and i matching flower crowns, that’s why.”

dean stopped in his tracks as the two of you made it to the railing over looking the war room. never in his life had someone catered something so sweet towards him. yes, flower crowns were something dean would definitely not gravitate towards, but it was going to be made by you, and there was nothing better than a gift from his sweet girl.

“you are one of a kind, you know that baby?” he had rested your umbrella by the door, moving so he could wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to his body. with a soft smile on your face, you placed your arms around his shoulders, the flowers tickling the side of his neck as he rubbed your back up and down. “yeah, you’ve told me once or twice.”

the rest of your day was spent as dean had intended when he woke up; in his arms. you both laid on your bed, dean’s back against the head board as you rested in between his spread legs and against his back.

you concentrated on weaving the flowers stems together, not noticing dean’s eyes on you the entire time. his hands rested on the tops of your thighs, moving from there to your hips every once in a while as he silently watched you work.

he couldn’t help himself sometimes and he would lean down and place a kiss on either your cheek or the crown of your head. when you turned around, placing the finished product on his head; you rocking your own of the same colour’s, dean left a lingering kiss on your lips, mumbling who beautiful you looked in his relaxed state.

you were his flower. his beautiful peony that grew the love in his heart. as you rested against his back again, fingers fiddling with the the pretty pink ribbon you were attaching to the back of your crown, dean wondered if the flowers and ribbon were going to be how you decorated your wedding veil one day.

because dean knew one thing for certain; if he didn’t marry you, he would be the dumbest man alive.

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Title: The Dance of New Beginnings

Summary:

As the magical festival unfolds, Cedric and Princess Vivian find themselves swept up in a night of laughter, dancing, and deepening affection. After sharing a breathtaking Ferris wheel ride and performing a spontaneous dance together, their bond grows stronger. Through laughter, shared moments, and a heartwarming promise to face the future together, they discover that their relationship is a new beginning—one filled with love, magic, and endless possibilities. As the festival carries on, they realize that with each other by their side, they can face any adventure the world brings their way.

Chapter 1: The Autumn Festival

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the kingdom of Enchancia. Vibrant autumn leaves danced in the gentle breeze, creating a tapestry of oranges, reds, and browns. Villagers filled the streets, laughter mingling with the fragrant aroma of baked goods and spiced cider wafting from nearby stalls. Colorful banners adorned the square, each one depicting symbols of harvest and celebration, fluttering in rhythm with the lively tunes echoing from musicians scattered throughout the festival.

Cedric stood in front of a tall mirror in his room within the castle, adjusting the collar of his elegant blue robes. Though once a master of mischief and a schemer, he now wore his robes with pride, a reflection of his new role as a beloved teacher of magic. His fingers brushed over the fabric, and for a moment, he felt a twinge of nostalgia for his old life—filled with tricks and cunning plans. But that was behind him now; he was focused on the future, especially on one person who had changed everything.

“Cedric!” a familiar voice called from behind him, pulling him from his thoughts. He turned to see Princess Vivian entering his quarters, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders, adorned with a delicate flower crown made of autumn blooms. Her baby blue dress sparkled with hints of silver, catching the light and reflecting it like a million tiny stars.

“Vivian! You look… stunning!” Cedric exclaimed, his heart skipping a beat at her beauty. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he felt the warmth of his admiration bubbling to the surface.

“Thank you, Cedric,” she replied with a radiant smile that seemed to brighten the room. “I’m so excited for tonight! The festival is going to be amazing!”

Cedric nodded, but beneath his calm exterior, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. It was the first festival since their friendship had blossomed into something deeper, and he felt the weight of the moment pressing upon him.

“Are you ready for your performance?” he asked, hoping to divert the conversation away from his own feelings and back to her talents. Vivian grinned, holding her mandolin close to her heart. “I’ve been practicing all week! I can’t wait to play for everyone.”

Cedric felt a pang of admiration. Vivian had transformed from the shy girl who hesitated to share her gifts into a confident performer who was ready to shine in front of the entire kingdom.

“Shall we head to the square?” he suggested, extending his arm in a gentlemanly gesture.

With a playful smile, she took his arm, and together, they descended the grand staircase of the castle, the ornate banister glistening under the soft glow of the chandelier above. Cedric stole glances at her, his mind racing with thoughts about how much he cherished their time together. As they stepped outside, the cool autumn air wrapped around them like a soft blanket, carrying the sounds of laughter and music from the square. They could see villagers already gathered, their faces lit with joy and anticipation. Children darted between stalls, their faces painted with colorful designs, while the aroma of caramel apples and freshly baked pastries tempted their senses.

“Look! The magic show is starting!” Vivian exclaimed, pointing towards a lively gathering at the far end of the square, where a magician was setting up a dazzling display of lights and magical props.

Cedric chuckled, recalling his own mischievous days of trickery. “It seems my old tricks still captivate the crowd,” he said, watching with pride as the performer prepared to dazzle the audience with illusions. He had come a long way from being a villain to becoming a mentor, and it filled him with warmth to see magic being celebrated in such a joyful way. As they made their way through the crowd, Cedric was acutely aware of how many people turned to watch Vivian as she walked beside him. It wasn’t just her beauty; it was the confidence she exuded that drew their attention. He felt a surge of pride, knowing he had played a part in her transformation, yet the recognition stirred something deeper within him.

“Do you remember the last festival?” Cedric asked, breaking the momentary silence that had settled between them. “When we got caught in that rainstorm?”

Vivian laughed, a light and airy sound that danced in the air. “How could I forget? We ended up drenched and huddled under that old oak tree!”

“Not to mention how I tried to conjure an umbrella and ended up summoning a flock of ducks instead,” Cedric added, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. Vivian shook her head, still giggling. “Those ducks were the highlight of the night! They even stole some pastries!”

As they continued reminiscing about their past adventures, Cedric felt a growing warmth in his chest. He admired Vivian’s ability to find joy in every moment, no matter how chaotic or unexpected.

“Cedric, there’s so much to see! Let’s go explore!” she exclaimed, pulling him toward the nearest stall, where colorful potions bubbled in glass containers. Cedric followed her lead, his heart soaring with delight. “Just promise you won’t get too distracted by the sweets,” he teased, knowing her love for desserts.

“Me? Distracted by sweets?” Vivian replied, feigning innocence. “Never!”

As they sampled various treats and laughed together, Cedric couldn’t shake the feeling that this festival was different. The air crackled with magic—not just the kind that came from spells and enchantments, but the kind born from friendship and potential. As twilight descended and lanterns began to glow overhead, he felt the perfect moment was approaching. They arrived at the center of the square, where a lively stage had been set up for performances. Cedric’s gaze drifted toward the towering platform, where villagers gathered in anticipation. Excitement filled the air as musicians tuned their instruments and performers prepared to showcase their talents.

“Vivian, I think it’s time for you to take the stage!” he said, trying to hide his own apprehension as he realized that this moment would mark a new chapter for them both. Vivian’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of eagerness and nerves flashing across her face. “But what if I mess up?”

“Trust yourself. You’re incredible,” Cedric encouraged, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Just remember, you have me cheering you on.”

With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and stepped forward, her mandolin cradled in her arms. Cedric watched as she approached the stage, the flickering lights illuminating her determined expression. As the announcer called her name, the crowd erupted into applause, and Vivian took her place at the center, confidence radiating from her. Cedric stood back, heart swelling with pride, knowing that this was just the beginning of what they could create together.

Chapter 2: Magical Moments

As the crowd’s applause echoed through the square, Cedric felt a surge of pride for Vivian. She stood on the stage, her mandolin in hand, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. The evening air was filled with anticipation, and the energy in the square was electric, every villager eager to see what magic the night would unfold.

Vivian took a deep breath, her fingers gliding over the strings of her mandolin. The crowd quieted, all eyes on her, and for a moment, it felt as if the entire world held its breath. Cedric’s heart raced, his palms slightly sweaty as he clutched the edge of the wooden railing surrounding the stage. He could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but he also sensed the spark of determination igniting within her. The first notes rang out, sweet and clear, breaking the silence like the first rays of dawn. Vivian poured her heart into the melody, the notes weaving together a story that resonated with everyone in the square. Each strum seemed to dance in the air, swirling like the autumn leaves outside, enchanting everyone within earshot.

Cedric watched, utterly captivated. Vivian’s confidence grew with each note, her worries dissolving as she lost herself in the music. He could see the spark of magic in her eyes, the way her spirit soared with every chord. The way she played was more than just a performance; it was a glimpse into her soul, a reflection of her journey from shyness to empowerment. As she played, Cedric couldn’t help but reminisce about the day they met when he was still trying to prove himself, wrestling with his own insecurities and ambitions. Who would have thought that this spirited princess, once so timid, would become the heart of Enchancia’s festivals? Her music was not just entertainment; it was a celebration of growth and friendship. The crowd was mesmerized, swaying gently to the rhythm. Cedric joined in, clapping along, a wide smile plastered across his face. For the first time in a long while, he felt a profound sense of happiness and pride, not just for Vivian but for himself as well. This was a new chapter, one filled with light rather than shadows. As the final note echoed through the square, the crowd erupted into applause, cheers ringing out like the tinkling of bells. Cedric’s heart swelled as he watched Vivian bow gracefully, her face lit up with joy. She stepped off the stage, and he rushed forward to meet her, their eyes sparkling with shared excitement.

“That was incredible!” Cedric exclaimed, enveloping her in a warm embrace, lifting her off the ground slightly as he spun her around. “You were phenomenal! The way you captivated everyone—it was pure magic!”

Vivian laughed, her cheeks flushed with happiness. “I was so nervous! But once I started playing, everything just… clicked. Thank you for believing in me, Cedric.”

Cedric set her down gently, his gaze steady and sincere. “You’re the one who made it happen. I knew you had it in you.”

Just then, the sound of a loud crash drew their attention back to the stage. A young magician was fumbling with his props, accidentally knocking over a display of shimmering sparkles that burst into the air, swirling and glittering like tiny stars. The crowd laughed, and Cedric couldn’t help but chuckle at the comedic mischief unfolding before them.

“Looks like he could use a little help,” Vivian said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Should we lend a hand?” Cedric suggested, already knowing her adventurous spirit wouldn’t let them sit idly by.

“Absolutely!” she replied, determination shining in her eyes. “Let’s show him how it’s done.”

They made their way to the stage, and Cedric, with a wave of his hand, conjured a gentle breeze that swept away the remnants of the scattered sparkles. The magician stared wide-eyed, and Cedric flashed a reassuring smile. “Just a little magic to help you out,” he said. Vivian jumped onto the stage with a burst of enthusiasm. Her mandolin still slung across her shoulder. “And I’ll add a little music to your magic!” she chimed, strumming a cheerful tune that filled the air with rhythm. As they worked together, the atmosphere transformed. Cedric cast simple spells, creating illusions that danced around them—flowers blooming in the air, butterflies fluttering through the audience, and little sparks that twinkled like stars. Vivian played her mandolin, each note blending with Cedric’s magic, creating an enchanting experience for everyone watching. The crowd’s laughter and cheers filled the square, and Cedric felt a sense of exhilaration wash over him. Working alongside Vivian reminded him of the joy that came from collaboration—how magic and music intertwined to create something truly special.

“Let’s take this up a notch!” Vivian exclaimed with a gleam in her eyes, her playful spirit igniting an idea. “How about we do a duet?”

Cedric raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A duet? Together?”

“Yes! Just follow my lead!” She winked, and he couldn’t resist her enthusiasm.

With a shared understanding, they moved in sync. Cedric conjured a flurry of colorful ribbons that swirled through the air, while Vivian played a lively tune that matched the rhythm of the swirling magic The crowd gasped in awe, their eyes wide with wonder as they witnessed the magical spectacle. As they performed, Cedric felt the bond between them deepen, each note and spell weaving their connection tighte. In that moment, under the shimmering stars, he realized how far they had both come—once a scheming sorcerer and a timid princess, now partners in magic and friendship. After their duet, the crowd erupted into applause once again, and Vivian beamed, her joy infectious. Cedric felt a warmth spreading through him, a sense of fulfillment that transcended the simple act of performing. They had created something beautiful together, and he couldn’t help but cherish it.

Chapter 3: Heartfelt Confessions

The festival continued to swirl around them, vibrant and alive with laughter and music. Cedric and Vivian found a quiet alcove behind a stall adorned with twinkling lights, where they could steal a moment away from the excitement. The sounds of the festival faded to a soft hum, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant laughter of festival-goers. Cedric leaned against a wooden post, his heart racing as he glanced at Vivian, who was lost in thought, her eyes sparkling under the festival lights. “You seemed to really enjoy the dancing,” he began, breaking the comfortable silence. “I didn’t expect you to be such a good dancer.”

Vivian turned to him, her smile warm. “I love dancing! It makes me feel free, like I can express myself without saying a word.” She paused, her gaze softening. “But it’s even better when I get to share it with someone special.”

The weight of her words hung in the air between them, and Cedric felt a flutter of nerves. “You really think so?” he asked, the question almost a whisper.

“Absolutely,” she said, stepping closer. “I’ve always felt more confident when I’m with you. You make me feel like I can conquer the world.”

Cedric’s breath caught in his throat. “Vivian, I…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “I feel the same way. You bring out the best in me.”

Vivian tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

Taking a deep breath, Cedric pushed aside his uncertainty. “Before you came into my life, I was consumed by my ambitions and my past. I was so focused on becoming the most powerful sorcerer that I lost sight of what truly mattered. But you’ve changed that for me.”

Vivian listened intently, her expression softening as she took in his confession. “I never realized how much you struggled. I always saw you as this incredible sorcerer, someone who could do anything.”

Cedric shook his head. “But it’s more than that. I used to think power was everything. Then I met you, and I realized that the real magic lies in friendship, love, and moments like these.” He hesitated, the weight of his next words heavy on his heart. “I’ve developed feelings for you, Vivian—feelings that go beyond friendship.”

Vivian’s eyes widened, surprise and hope mingling in her gaze. “Cedric, I—”

Before she could finish, Cedric rushed to continue. “I know it might seem sudden, but every moment we spend together, every laugh, every dance, it all makes me feel alive in a way I never have before. You’ve shown me a side of life that I didn’t know I was missing.”

Vivian’s breath caught, her heart racing at his honesty. “Cedric, I never thought… I’ve been feeling the same way. I’ve cherished our friendship, but it’s grown into something deeper. You’re kind, funny, and so talented. I admire you more than I can say.”

The weight of their confessions hung in the air, creating a bubble of intimacy around them. Cedric took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. “You mean that?”

“Of course,” she replied, her voice steady. “You make me feel brave. Every time we’re together, I can be myself without fear of judgment. It’s like I can breathe.”

Cedric reached for her hand, his touch gentle yet firm. “Then let’s not hold back. I want to explore this… whatever this is between us. I want to be there for you, and I want you to be there for me.”

Vivian’s eyes sparkled with emotion. “I’d love that, Cedric. But what about the challenges we might face? The expectations? You’re a sorcerer, and I’m a princess.”

“We’ll face them together,” he said, conviction threading through his voice. “I’ve learned that love is worth fighting for. And if you’re by my side, I feel like I can face anything.”

The sincerity in his words sent a thrill down Vivian’s spine. She squeezed his hand gently, a surge of warmth enveloping them both. “I want that too, Cedric. Together.”

As they stood there, the noise of the festival faded into the background, and the world around them seemed to fade away. Cedric couldn’t believe how right it felt to share this moment with her, to finally speak the truth that had been building in his heart for so long.

“You make me feel alive, Vivian,” he said softly, stepping even closer until their faces were mere inches apart. “You make me believe in magic again.”

Vivian’s breath quickened, her heart racing as she searched his eyes, feeling the weight of their connection. “And you make me believe in possibilities, Cedric. I’ve always admired your talent and your heart, but now… I see so much more.”

In that moment, with the stars twinkling above them and the festival a distant hum, Cedric leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, a soft, tentative kiss that felt like a promise. It was a kiss that spoke of newfound feelings, of uncharted territory, and of a future they could create together. Vivian melted into the kiss, her heart soaring as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their connection. Every worry, every fear faded away as they embraced the magic of the moment. When they finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Cedric couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Well, that was… much better than I expected.”

Vivian laughed, her cheeks flushed with happiness. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Their shared laughter filled the quiet space, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Cedric felt lighter, his heart buoyed by the possibility of what lay ahead.

“Shall we head back to the festivities?” he suggested, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Only if you promise to keep dancing with me,” she teased, her gaze sparkling.

“Always,” he replied, taking her hand once more as they made their way back into the heart of the festival. With every step, Cedric felt the thrill of their confessions echoing in his heart. Together, they would face whatever came next—side by side, united in a bond that had blossomed into something beautiful. As they rejoined the vibrant crowd, the magic of the festival seemed to shimmer even brighter, a testament to their newfound connection. As they stepped off the stage, hands brushing against each other, Cedric couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was just the beginning of many more adventures to come. Together, they would navigate the twists and turns of magic, friendship, and maybe even something more.

“Let’s go celebrate!” Vivian said, pulling him toward a stall filled with colorful treats. “I want to try everything!”

Cedric laughed, allowing himself to be swept along. “Only if you promise to save some room for the pumpkin pie!”

“I promise!” she replied, her laughter echoing in the air as they ventured deeper into the festival, their hearts light and their spirits high.

Chapter 4: A Night to Remember

The laughter and music of the festival enveloped Cedric and Vivian as they rejoined the lively crowd, their hearts still fluttering from their shared confessions. The vibrant colors of lanterns danced overhead, illuminating the joy around them. Cedric couldn't help but steal glances at Vivian, who seemed to glow with excitement, her eyes sparkling as brightly as the stars above.

“Where to next?” Cedric asked, his heart racing not just from the festivities but from the thrill of being so close to her. Vivian looked around, her gaze lingering on a nearby booth adorned with glittering trinkets. “How about we try our luck at the fortune-telling tent? I’ve always wanted to see what the future holds!”

Cedric raised an eyebrow playfully. “You do realize that fortune-tellers are notorious for being vague, right? They might just tell you that you’ll meet a tall, dark stranger.”

“True,” she laughed, her joy infectious. “But it’s all in good fun! Come on, it’ll be an adventure.”

With a playful nudge, Cedric relented, and they made their way to the tent. Inside, the atmosphere was mystical, filled with the scent of incense and soft candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. A mysterious figure sat behind a velvet-covered table, her crystal ball shimmering ominously.

“Welcome, seekers of truth,” she said, her voice low and melodious. “What brings you to my humble tent?”

Vivian stepped forward, her curiosity shining. “We’d like a fortune reading, please! Tell us about our future.”

“Ah, young love,” the fortune-teller said, her eyes glinting with knowing. “Let’s see what the cards reveal.”

Cedric and Vivian exchanged excited glances as the fortune-teller shuffled her cards, laying them out with graceful movements. With each card revealed, Cedric felt a mix of skepticism and intrigue.

“The first card,” she began, “represents your past—an event that has shaped you. I see a dark time, filled with ambition and desire for power.” She glanced up, meeting Cedric’s gaze. “But that time has passed. You’ve chosen a different path.”

Cedric swallowed, the weight of her words resonating deeply. He felt Vivian’s hand slip into his, a comforting gesture that bolstered his resolve.

“The second card represents the present,” she continued, flipping another card. “Ah, joy and unity. Your hearts are entwined, and together, you will face challenges that bring you closer.”

Vivian beamed, squeezing Cedric’s hand. “That sounds perfect!”

“And finally,” the fortune-teller said, her voice growing softer, “the future.” She flipped the last card, revealing a radiant sun surrounded by blooming flowers. “This card speaks of happiness, growth, and shared dreams. If you remain true to each other, you will find great joy in the journey ahead.”

Cedric’s heart swelled at the fortune-teller’s words. He turned to Vivian, who looked up at him with wide eyes, her smile radiant. “Do you think it’s true?” she whispered.

“I hope so,” he replied, the sincerity in his voice undeniable. “I want our future to be bright, no matter what challenges we face.”

The fortune-teller leaned forward, her gaze piercing. “Remember, the future is not set in stone. It is shaped by the choices you make together. Nurture your bond, and it will flourish.”

With that, Cedric and Vivian left the tent, their hearts fluttering with the possibilities the night held.

“Do you really believe all of that?” Cedric asked as they stepped back into the cool night air.

“I want to,” Vivian admitted. “I believe we can create our own destiny together.”

As they wandered further into the festival, the sounds of joyous laughter and lively music filled the air. They stopped at a booth, offering colorful masks and decorations. Vivian picked up a delicate mask adorned with feathers and glitter.

“Oh, look at this!” she exclaimed, holding it up to her face. “It’s beautiful! You should wear one too!” Cedric chuckled, selecting a mask with intricate designs. “If I must, I’ll wear it for you.”

Once adorned, they found themselves giggling at how ridiculous yet charming they looked. “We could be the most mysterious couple at the festival!” Cedric joked, striking a dramatic pose. Vivian laughed, her eyes shining behind the mask. “The charming sorcerer and the enchanting princess, destined for an adventure!”

As they continued their playful banter, a nearby musician began to play a gentle melody, drawing them toward a small stage where couples danced gracefully, lost in the rhythm of the music. Cedric felt an overwhelming urge to take her hand and lead her into the dance.

“Shall we?” he asked, extending his hand.

Vivian’s face lit up, and without hesitation, she accepted his invitation. As they joined the others on the dance floor, the world around them faded, and all that existed was the music and the connection between them. Cedric twirled Vivian, their movements flowing effortlessly together. He watched as her laughter mingled with the melody, and he felt a warmth spread through him. She looked so alive, so radiant, and he wanted nothing more than to protect that light. As the song transitioned to a more romantic tune, Cedric pulled Vivian closer, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony. “You are truly breathtaking,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. Vivian blushed, her heart fluttering at his words. “And you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the kingdom.”

With the festival swirling around them, Cedric leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a tender kiss, the world melting away once more. The kiss was soft, filled with promise and warmth, and when they pulled away, both were breathless.

“Let’s make this a night to remember,” Cedric said, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with determination.

“Definitely,” Vivian agreed, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. “But we have to make it even more memorable. What’s next?”

Cedric grinned, the thrill of adventure igniting within him. “How about a ride on the Ferris wheel? The view from the top will be magical, especially with you by my side.”

“Perfect! Lead the way!” Vivian replied, her excitement palpable. As they approached the Ferris wheel, the air was filled with joyous screams from riders above, the colorful lights illuminating their faces. The operator smiled as they approached, and Cedric bought their tickets. Once they climbed into the gondola, Cedric made sure they were securely seated before the ride began its ascent. As the wheel started to turn, Vivian’s excitement bubbled over.

“Look at the festival below!” she exclaimed, pointing to the twinkling lights and dancing figures. “It’s breathtaking!”

Cedric’s gaze shifted to her, captivated by the joy radiating from her. “Not as breathtaking as you,” he said, his heart swelling. As they reached the top, the gondola paused, offering a perfect view of the kingdom bathed in moonlight. Cedric turned to Vivian, who leaned against the railing, gazing out in wonder.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

“It is,” Cedric replied softly, his gaze fixed on her rather than the view. “But it’s more beautiful with you here.”

Vivian’s heart raced at his words, and she turned to face him, her expression serious yet filled with warmth. “I never imagined I could feel so happy, Cedric. This night has been perfect.”

He took a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I want to make every night we spend together just as special. You deserve that and so much more.”

“Then let’s promise to keep making memories,” Vivian said, her voice steady and sincere. “No matter where our adventures take us, we’ll face them together.”

Cedric nodded, feeling a rush of determination. “Together.”

As the Ferris wheel began to descend, Cedric and Vivian exchanged smiles, their hearts brimming with the promise of a shared future. They knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection they had forged and the memories they were creating. Once the ride ended, they stepped off, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited them at the festival. The night stretched out before them, filled with laughter, dancing, and the magical potential of a love that was just beginning to unfold.

Chapter 5: The Dance of New Beginnings

As the festival continued to pulse with life, Cedric and Vivian stepped away from the Ferris wheel, hand in hand, hearts still racing from the thrill of their ride and the magic of their shared moments. The air was electric, filled with laughter, music, and the tantalizing aroma of festival treats wafting through the night. Cedric could hardly believe how perfect the evening had unfolded, each moment more enchanting than the last.

“Where to next?” Vivian asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her grip on his hand tightening as they navigated the crowd.

“Let’s find the main stage! I heard there will be a dance performance soon,” Cedric suggested, his own excitement bubbling up at the prospect of more entertainment.

“Lead the way!” she replied, her enthusiasm infectious.

As they made their way through the throng of festival-goers, the melodic strains of music floated toward them, and Cedric felt the rhythm tug at his feet. The closer they got to the stage, the more vibrant the atmosphere became, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. When they arrived, a circle had formed around the stage, where dancers in colorful costumes swirled and leaped, telling a story of magic and wonder through their movements. Cedric and Vivian stood near the front, captivated by the fluidity and grace of the performers. Each twirl and leap seemed to encapsulate the very essence of the night—joy, adventure, and the promise of new beginnings.

“Look at how they move!” Vivian exclaimed, her voice barely audible above the music. “It’s like they’re flying!”

“They make it look so effortless,” Cedric agreed, mesmerized by the artistry. He felt a wave of inspiration wash over him. “Wouldn’t it be amazing to join them?”

Vivian turned to him, her expression playful yet serious. “Are you suggesting we dance? Here? Now?”

“Why not? We’ve already shared a kiss under the stars and ridden the Ferris wheel. A dance seems like the perfect next step!” Cedric said, a grin spreading across his face.

“Okay, but I have to warn you, I’m not the best dancer,” she admitted, laughter bubbling up in her voice.

“Neither am I,” he countered, feigning seriousness. “But I promise to make it fun.”

Before Vivian could protest further, he took her hand and led her toward the makeshift dance floor that had formed around the stage. The music swelled, a lively rhythm that seemed to beckon them closer. As they entered the circle, the other festival-goers turned to watch, their faces alight with curiosity. Cedric felt a jolt of nervousness, but he quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on Vivian, who looked both excited and apprehensive.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered, smiling reassuringly.

The music began to shift, and Cedric started to sway, gently guiding Vivian with him. She hesitated for a moment, but as the rhythm sank in, she relaxed, mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, their steps began to synchronize, and laughter spilled from them like a gentle stream. Cedric spun her around, and she laughed as she twirled, the fabric of her dress swirling around her like petals in the wind. The crowd clapped along, encouraging them, and the joy of the moment enveloped them both.

“See? You’re a natural!” Cedric cheered, unable to contain his delight.

Vivian blushed but beamed at him. “I think I’m just following your lead!”

As the dance progressed, they grew more confident, their movements becoming more fluid and expressive. Cedric couldn’t remember the last time he felt so free, so alive. Each twirl brought them closer, and with every beat, he could feel the connection between them deepening. The final notes of the song began to echo, and Cedric knew they had to end on a high note. He took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “Let’s finish with a big finale!” he suggested, a playful glint in his eye.

“Alright! What do you have in mind?” Vivian asked, her curiosity piqued.

Cedric winked. “You’ll see!”

With a flourish, he spun her out and then pulled her back in tightly, lifting her slightly off the ground in a dramatic dip. The crowd gasped, and Vivian’s laughter rang out like music itself. As he held her, he leaned down closer, their faces inches apart.

“Just like that, together,” he murmured, their eyes locked. The world around them faded, and in that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in their own universe. The music ended with a triumphant flourish, and the crowd erupted into applause. Cedric carefully set Vivian back on her feet, and they both stood there, breathless, faces flushed from exertion and exhilaration.

“You did it!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy. “That was amazing!”

“Only because you’re such a fantastic partner,” Cedric replied, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through him. “We make quite the team.”

As they stepped off the dance floor, the thrill of their performance lingered in the air. Other festival-goers congratulated them, clapping them on the back and showering them with compliments. Cedric felt a sense of pride swell in his chest, not just for the dance, but for the bond he was forging with Vivian.

“Let’s grab something to eat,” he suggested, suddenly aware of the delicious scents wafting through the air. “I think we’ve earned it after that dance.”

“Definitely! I’m starving!” Vivian agreed, her smile still bright.

They strolled through the festival, stopping at a booth that offered a variety of delicious snacks. Cedric picked up a plate of sweet pastries while Vivian opted for a refreshing fruit punch. They found a cozy spot under a blooming tree, the soft glow of lanterns creating a magical atmosphere around them. As they munched on their treats, Cedric couldn’t help but glance at Vivian, who was savoring her fruit punch with a look of pure delight. “You know,” he started, a playful smile dancing on his lips, “you might just be the most beautiful princess at this festival.”

Vivian paused, her eyes widening in surprise. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice sincere. “It’s not just about how you look, but how you light up the entire evening. You bring joy wherever you go.”

She blushed, the compliment warming her cheeks. “Thank you, Cedric. That means a lot to me.”

“I’m glad,” he replied softly. “I want you to know how special you are, not just tonight but every day. Being with you feels like… like a new beginning.”

Vivian’s gaze softened, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. “I feel the same way. It’s as if everything has shifted into place since we started spending time together. I’ve never felt more alive.”

With the moon hanging high above them, casting a silvery glow over the festival, Cedric realized that this moment, this connection, was something he had longed for—a relationship built on trust, friendship, and blossoming love.

“Let’s make a pact,” he said, his expression serious but hopeful. “No matter what happens, we face it together. We support each other through all of life’s adventures.”

Vivian’s eyes shone with determination. “Yes, together.”

They sealed their promise with a gentle squeeze of their hands, the unspoken bond of shared dreams and hopes intertwining their destinies.

“Now, how about we find another dance?” Cedric suggested, his playful spirit returning.

“Only if you promise to lead this time!” Vivian laughed.

“Deal!” he replied, pulling her to her feet once more.

As they wandered back toward the stage, the laughter and music surrounding them like a warm embrace, Cedric felt a sense of peace settle in his heart. With Vivian by his side, he knew they could conquer anything—one dance at a time. As the night deepened, the festival began to wind down, and the vibrant hum of activity started to fade into a soft, tranquil stillness. The final dance had ended, and the lanterns’ glow grew dimmer as people slowly made their way home, carrying with them the memories of a magical night. Cedric and Vivian found themselves once again on the hill overlooking the festival grounds, where the stars twinkled brightly in the sky above them.

🪄Author's Note🎵

Thank you so much for joining me on this enchanting journey with Cedric and Vivian! 💖 I had so much fun writing their magical evening together, and I hope it brought a smile to your face as you watched their relationship blossom. There’s something so special about seeing Cedric finally let his guard down and experience love, especially with someone as sweet and talented as Vivian.

I can't wait to explore more of their adventures, and I’m already brimming with ideas for what’s next! Your support means the world to me, and if you enjoyed this chapter, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Stay tuned for more magical moments, unexpected twists, and, of course, plenty of Cedric and Vivian cuteness to come! 💫

Sending love and magic your way,

Luna

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Lucifer’s Eldest Daughter Headcannons

In terms of personality, she’s a lot like Rarity from MLP. She’s got the perfect personality of a Princess, but she’s also very generous and kind.

In terms of appearance, she looks more like Lilith with her eyes and skin. She has blonde hair, but is shorter than Charlie, despite being older.

She was born in the Garden of Eden and Lucifer was still an Archangel at the time, so she has six beautiful wings, but also a Demons tail, as well as long horns like Lilith has.

She supports Charlie and her idea Hotel, but she also looks after her Father, as well as also being a fashionista and running her rival boutique. Her rival being Velvette and the two clash heads a lot.

By the way… she uses her ‘Royal Voice’ when she gets angry:

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!!!”

“Yes! But, I simply don’t give a shit!!!”

“HOW DARE YOU SPOUT SUCH LANGUAGE IN MY PRESENCE?!!! GET OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!!!”

She can very dramatic and will use her magic to bring in a sofa, for her very dramatic fall… and it doesn’t matter where she is.

She always makes sure to dress perfectly every single day… even when there’s a fight going on. The last thing she needs is to look untidy!

She even took the liberty of making her Father’s clothes when she finally got the hang of sewing. He adores every outfit she’s made for him. She even did the same for Charlie, who also loves her outfits, but wants to save them for the perfect occasion. And her sister adores that about her.

She keeps her hair in curly at all times and the one time she couldn’t find her hair curler… she… well… had a ‘teeny-tiny’ panic attack.

“WHHYYYYY?!!! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!!!”

Lucifer ran into her daughter’s room and found her lying on the bed, crying her eyes out, as mascara ran down her face. “Are you okay, sweetheart?!”

“No, Father!!! I am not!!! I can’t find my hair curler!!! And without it… I’m… OHHHHH!!! WHHHYYY ME?!!!”

Lucifer hummed and then smiled before sitting her up. “W-What…? What are you— oh!” He used his own magic to tie her hair into a ponytail before curling the ends of her hair. Then he placed a duck hair clip into her hair. “Wow~!” “I know it’s not as great as… what a hair curler does, but it’s something… right?”

“Oh, Father…! IT’S PERFECT!!! And I have the perfect outfit to go with it!!! Thank you so much!!! You’re the best Dad in all of Hell!!!”

“Oh?! R-Really…? Well… thank you”.

She understands that her Father’s depressed, so she does everything she can to cheer him up. As far as going on to make a brand new clothing line with his name on it, and which was covered in both apples and ducks. She may look a lot more like Lilith, but she’s definitely a Daddy’s Girl.

Mini Story:

“Where is she?!”, Angeldust asked.

The Hotel doors opened and Charlie’s sister walked out wearing a war outfit, as well as her crown. That’s when she said, “I apologise for my tardiness…”.

“Now… TIME TO DESTROY SOME ANGELS!!!”

Husk then said, “Wow. Can’t even cuss in this kind of situation”. “Oh hush! I have my Pride!” She stood next to Charlie and watched as the portal opened up.

Later…

“AHHHHHH!!!”

“Oh no…!!!”

She looked at her outfit and saw that it was torn. Her eyes went red, her horns came out, along with her tail. “I’LL FUCK YOU ALL UP MYSELF FOR THIS!!!”, she screamed before flying around the Exorcists and tearing them apart with her scythe. “Honestly…!”

“NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY APPRECIATION FOR FASHION!!! I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I SPENT ALL OF LAST NIGHT MAKING EVERYONE’S OUTFITS FOR THIS BATTLE!!! YOU WILL ALL FUCKING PAY!!!”

“Whatever gets her motivated…!”, Charlie said with a slight smile. Then she gasped as one of Adam’s bolts headed straight for her. But her sister blocked it just before saying, “Seriously…? You’re such a pest…! You will NOT lay one finger on my sister, you bastard!!!”

Let’s just say, after the battle, she washed her own mouth out with soap and vowed never to swear again (which didn’t last long).

Hope you enjoyed this~!!!

[cherrywhipped]

What I think Tokyo Revengers characters would order at a bar.

21+ drink responsibly 💞

Semi-crack post, random headcanons. maybe some inspo pulled from character trivia, idk maybe some inaccurate but this is mostly 4 shits & giggles enjoy <3

⭑ Takemichi: stella artois or kirin ichiban // strawberry marg

⭑ Mikey: grasshopper or mudslide // raspberry or lemon seltzers

⭑ Draken: michelob ultra // double vodka red bull

⭑ Mitsuya: angry orchard // gin & tonic

⭑ Pah-chin: Miller highlife // whiskey on the rocks or straight shots

⭑ Peh-yan: Miller 64 // vodka sprite or cran

⭑ Nahoya (Smiley): blue moon belgian white // amaretto sour

⭑ Souya (Angry): w/e draft beer // apple crown & coke

⭑ Baji: rum & coke // kirin ichiban

⭑ Chifuyu: Heineken // extra dirty martini

⭑ Kazutora: Jaeger bombs // Sapporo

⭑ Yasuhiro (Mucho): stout or coffee beers // lychee sake

⭑ Kisaki: vieux carré // *top shelf* whiskey on the rocks

⭑ Hanma: Modelo // white russian

⭑ Emma: Mai Tai // black cherry white claw

⭑ Hina: Tequila Sunrise // hard lemonade

⭑ Naoto: kirin ichiban // piña colada

⭑ Kokonoi: Stella // fruity vodka + soda

⭑ Sanzu: lean🧍‍♀️/j . tbh cherry bombs // moscato

⭑ Izana: yogurt soju // soju + orange juice

⭑ Ran: mont blanc-tinis // pink lemonade smirnoff

⭑ Rindou: mojito // twisted teas

⭑ Shinichiro: asahi or lagers on draft // coke & whiskey

⭑ Wakasa: rum-chata + rootbeer // pineapple ice (Smirnoff)



A/n: that rum-chata shit is no joke I recommend it to hot people. tastes like a rootbeer float

[pagannightwitch]

#1: Dancing

Okay y'all. I literally have zero clue how the tumblrs work, and this is my very first attempt at writing anything. Not just fics, anything at all. I am way open to any kind of tips or critiques you may have for me. Don't hold back, please! This has been fun so far, and I just wanna be semi decent at it.

Um, I think I'm supposed to put warnings at the tippy toppy bit. WARNINGS: IDK prolly like, awkward boners, thicc women dancing and jiggling a bit, horny thoughts, male masturbation, imagining some smoochy smoochin'. Also, WAP lyrics. Just sayin'. May or may not eventually be smutty. I dunno yet. No one under 18 pls and thank you.

Triple Frontier fanfiction:

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✨✨Reader in this fic can visibly blush, and I was informed that not everyone can do that. I want everyone to feel welcome here! I just wanted my readers to be aware, and I want y'all to know I will be more mindful of this in the future.✨✨

Please feel free to dm me if you see anything else I can improve on! I don't bite much. 💗

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Frankie huffed a sigh as he unlocked the door of the garage. Being lead mechanic, he had key privileges but never needed to come in after hours before. He'd forgotten his leather jacket in the office and would have just left it there if it wasn't Friday, and had been planning to do some yardwork this weekend. With it being early winter, no jacket was no bueno. The hour was late, around 11pm, and he didn't expect anyone else to be there. Frankie had turned his house and truck upside down and inside out looking for the damn thing. He had growled in frustration when he realized it was probably still where he'd hung it up that morning. Grumbling something about being too damn old to be up so late, he halted in his tracks as he stepped into the entryway, ears perked. Low bass was bumping in the back of the building and he could hear singing. Frankie adjusted his cap further up the crown of his head, shuffled a stray curl out of his eyes as he slowly and quietly walked toward the light streaming out of the office door, very aware of how loud his boots felt on the linoleum. Then as the music became clearer, a deep flush started at the base of his neck, seeped up past his ears, and into his hairline. The lyrics were filthy to say the least, and someone was confidently singing along to every word. A groan hitched in his throat and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, realizing who had to be here late. You had mentioned recently at breaktime that you sometimes stayed after hours to finish any data entry that may have been missed throughout the day whilst answering the phone and signing people in. Frankie loved walking past your desk in the front of the shop, tapping away at the keys, phone tucked into the crook of your neck. You'd be helping customers make appointments or answer any follow up questions they'd have with a smile so warm anyone could hear it without even seeing your face. You'd often look up at him through the stray strands of hair that had made it out of your messy bun and wink cheekily as he made his way back to the garage area. That tiny gesture usually made him blush a bit and grin like a schoolboy with a crush. It always made his day. Now he was standing around the corner from you, listening with a burning red face to you singing about having a wet ass pussy. He really didn't want to seem like an absolute creep, and was about to clear his throat to announce his presence when he caught sight of your reflection in the glass of the office door window. He stifled a groan by biting the knuckles on his hand till it hurt. You were bending over the desk, typing with one hand, the other hand clutching a large stack of papers, singing and shaking your gorgeous plump backside to the beat. His eyes caught the fact that your very tight jeans hugged every dimple and curve, showing the gap where there was a dip between your perfectly rounded cheeks. Your shirt had slid up slightly, he shivered as he felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead when he noticed the hint of a tattoo flowing down your back. Frankie nervously rubbed his forefingers and thumbs together, wondering what the tattoo looked like, and where else you may have others. You turned slightly to put the papers in a folder, and he could see your profile. You had a huge grin on your face, singing every lyric dripping with innuendo. He automatically smirked, he loved seeing that gorgeous smile on your face. His jaw dropped again as his brain came hurtling back to planet earth and tuned back into the lyrics you had stopped dead in your tracks to belt out. He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it Christ almighty-

I let him taste it, and now he diabetic Frankie's chest siezed up- I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke When had he started breathing so damn hard? I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat Holy Jesus fucking H. Christ on a biscuit, he had to leave or he was gonna goddamn cum in his pants just watching your breasts jiggle in your fitted work shirt as you made lewd gestures to go along with the words. Your hips swayed, and you hadn't bothered to adjust your shirt. Frankie wanted to grab your soft hips, press himself against you, fingers brushing your beautiful soft tummy and, and...

He took a slow breath and god, it felt like his whole body was on fire, when he realized he'd come for something. What the fuck had he come to the office for? Frankie slowly turned around, quietly trotted back to the door, opened it as silently as he could manage, and closed the door with a tiny click, his ears ringing with, If he ate my ass he's a- He's a what?!

Panicking a bit, he didn't stick around to find out.

He probably shouldn't have listened to WAP on the drive home. He'd done a quick google of the few lyrics that had been utterly seared into his brain right in the parking lot of the closest gas station. He hit play on the video, and turned his phone up as loud as it'd go. Arranging the soda and candy bar he'd snagged inside in an easy to reach place, his face started reddening again as he pulled out of the parking lot. Frankie was fucking fit to burst thinking about you gyrating to the lewd song by the time he haphazardly parked in his driveway.

The next thing he knew he was stumbling through his front door, clumsily slamming it shut. He popped his jeans open as fast as his fingers could fumble it, and gasped as he stroked himself to completion in under a minute. He groaned as he pulsed over and over, thick ropes spilling out on the entryway tile. "Fuck. I'm gonna need a beer," He mumbled before going to the bathroom to wash the sticky spend off his big hands. He stuffed his softened self back into his boxer briefs and zipped his pants up. He messed around in the bathroom for a brief moment, focused on the water running over the cloth in his hands, and wringing it out when it was wet enough. He walked back to the entryway, wiped up the mess on the floor and swore when he realized how fucking much it was.

Jesus. It's been a while. Get your ass on straight Francisco. You have to see her on Monday, and you gotta act fucking normal. Oh Christ. Monday. You usually sat with Frankie and ate lunch together. He looked forward to that easy banter with you, how the hell was he going to look you in the eye when all he could think about now was pressing you up against the nearest wall and plundering your mouth with his tongue? He didn't do any yardwork over the weekend. He was too nervous, too in his head. The hours seemed to go by so molasses slow, but by the time Monday came around it felt like it was too damn soon.

[postnuclearophelia]

ok i made homemade hair conditioner and it made my hair so silky soft and beautiful. my hair routine (curly and dry usually) is dry combing before i get in the shower, using a shampoo bar to wash my roots, using my homemade conditioner (recipe below) to condition up until wear my head comes off the crown like i don't go anywhere near the roots they dont need it... i massage the conditioner into my hair, leave it while i do everything else (10minish) and then rinse it out. then i take my shampoo bar and go lightly back over the hair. when i get out i wrap my hair in a t shirt and let it air dry (no extra product) if it gets frizzy over night i put uberlube (silicone based lubricant infused w vitamin e) in my hair.

conditioner recipe:

this is not like shelf stable and needs to be kept in the fridge but i live in a tiny studio apartment so it doesnt bother me at all to walk from the fridge to the shower. if you've ever made an aioli at home this is basically that but not to be eaten, but technically u could eat it.

ingredients: 2 egg yolks, 1/2 cup of coconut oil, 1/2 cup of orange blossom water, a couple drops of orange essential oil, raw honey, apple cider vinegar

whisk ur egg yolks together until they're super creamy and velvety, then incorporate a tiny amount of liquid or liquified coconut oil, slowly add small amounts while whisking constantly until eventually adding full amount. whisk in 1/2 cup of orange blossom water, 2 drops of essential oil, 1-2 tbsp of raw honey and 1 tbsp of apple cider vinegar. then i pour it into a glass jar and keep it in the fridge. it separates a little once the cocunut oil rehardens but it doesnt really bother me to remix it. it makes like 2 cups and i think it'll last me like 4 washes which is like 1-2 weeks depending. i think it would last like honestly 3-4 weeks in the fridge cause of the vinegar. u could also add salt and that would help it stay good.

<3

[thewritingginger]

Heyy so, um.. could i request a Daddy au! Headcanons for Eren Yeager w him havin a bby girl just like the one u did for Jean, please?? Those are VERY good

Comin right up! I got so many requests for this one and here it is! :D

Also Thank you so much Anon!!!

Daddy au - Eren Yeager

Fandom: Attack on Titan Warnings: Fluff, Modern au, Mentions of pregnancy

Enjoy ~

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“Dad? Baby?... How? When?”

Eren.exe has stopped working

Now look he’s not mad… He is … well he doesn’t know who to feel tbh

I mean he can barely take care of himself. How is he gonna manage a baby?

But he knows there's no going back and he sure as hell isn’t gonna leave you over it

“Just tell me what I need to do!”

He may be a pain in the ass sometimes but he really does try

Better with actions than anything else

Honestly it kinda bugged him out for a bit to think there was a person inside you - he knows what pregnancy is, just it happening to you is a bit  0_o ?!?

Goes to your appointments and thinks it pretty cool and crazy how the baby changes between each ultrasound

Definitely would take an ultrasound pic to work/ send one to a group chat to show them off

“Look at them! They are the size of an apple now!”

“My kid can land some killer kicks so you better watch out.”

When he says “tell him what he needs to do” he means it cuz babe is a bit clueless

He might buy out the whole store if you don’t give him a list of what you want/need

“I couldn’t remember which ones you liked so I got one of each to be safe.”

Not that he would say it outloud but he’s a bit… reserved about touching you too much, specifically your belly

He does when you place his hands on you but he’s a little worried about hurting you or the baby

Doesn’t want to fuck the kid up before they’re even born ya know?!

“You know you can press a bit Hard, Er. You wont hurt them.” *scoffs* “Of course they won't get hurt, they're my kid after all.”

Loves when he can feel them move,  so if you ever  feel a kick he will leap over furniture to get to you

A bit bummed when he doesn’t catch it in time, just kiss him and reassure  him that it’s his kid after all and there is sure to me more kicking

When you told him to fetch your small suitcase for your hospital bag he was a little confused

“Why are you packing? You can’t leave like that.”

Babe thought you were going on a trip smh

So just tell him it’s for when its baby dropping day and to grab it before you leave

Speaking of which that was a… time

“The Titan is breaking through the walls today!” I'm sorry, I’ll go, that was so bad! Smh

“Calm down? I am calm! Now get your ass in the car!”

He wasn’t calm

All the stress was building and this was the breaking point

Wheeled you into the hospital and almost startled  the nurse at the receptions desk

“My kid is about to come out, can you help?!”

Once in your room just slap him or pull him by the ear to listen when you say to relax a little

After the initial adrenaline rush of getting out and to the hospital he relaxed and held your hand

He’s not the best coach, he got a little lost in the classes, but he loves you and he’ll cheer you on

“You got this, Babe!”

“Break my hand if you have to to get them out!”

Truly is in awe at how strong you are

Looked down when the doctor said you were crowning that may have been a mistake, boy almost passed out

Like don’t get him wrong what you’re doing is amazing but that was some of the craziest shit he’s ever seen happen

You and Eren had a Baby Girl!

“Now I have two girls to look after.”

“Are they always born with this much hair?”

Was too afraid to hold her so he just watched as you did and watched the nurses like a hawk when they were doing there checks on her

His cool exterior melted when he gave her his finger to hold, her little chubby fingers so tiny it seemed fake

“You’re so little. It was you throwin all those heavy kicks in there?”

He felt kinda awkward when it was just him and her after you fell asleep

You really are the person he depends on and will going forward with all this

“Hey, try not to judge me, this is my first time.”

“I may not know what I’m doing all the time but you will always have your kick ass dad to protect you.”

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I did the thing!

Again I had fun writing this, I’m a bit iffy about whether I got he character right or not 😅

If you enjoyed that and want more let me know.

💛 ~

[anar-k3y]

DreamFlower

Pt1 - you are here

Pt2

¿How it all Started?

“We were just getting to that young one, slow down so I can continue the story” the Elder chuckled, taking a deep breath before continuing the story 

"Where the two gods had made their arrangement, sprouted an apple tree, where Yume and Akumu were founded, one side was cheerful, bright, yellow and warm, the other was miserable, dark, purple, these two sides of the tree made it easy for the two to protect and slowly a blossoming town was formed around the tree and our two guardians…" the elder paused, making sure none of the children would interrupt as they continued on

“the tree only blooms once a year, but the twins have two flowers on their faces, one purple the other yellow, we're not fully sure what this means, but those flowers are part of the two, as if it means something to their relationship… the two started as two tiny fireballs that brought warmth or would make you freeze, but one way or another they were adorable~!” 

"The two twins aren't seen as family, despite their history, they are a combination of all good and evil, they're very close to each other, but it's believed they will have to sacrifice everything to continue anything else” the elder then stopped as the story was finished, the group of kids sat in front of them bombarding them with questions

"Why was there a war?!" "why are they here? Will they hurt us?!" "is Akumu bad…?" “Should we kill them both?!”

“calm down kiddos, I can answer your questions next time, your parents are here to pick you up now” The elder smiled and waved as all the kids left with a parent one after another.

-art by me

Chapter 1

The Day the Soil is Corrupted

Yume's POV

“Akumu, I'm gonna go explore for a bit, okay?” I smiled seeing him nod, running off quickly “thank you! I'll get back before sunset!” 

I ran off into the forest before any villagers could see. 'I can't wait to see all the animals! I even brought some bread for the birds!' I giggled as I thought, running off into the field of flowers Akumu and I had found through previous exploration. 

Not even ten minutes into making flower crowns, a few deers had joined me in relaxing in the field 'they seem to like it here too! I oddly actually like the quiet' I kept smiling, putting a flower crown onto a fawn sat next to her. 

“Yumeeee~” a dark voice spoke saying my name.

 

"W-who's there?!" I yelled, scaring off my new deer friends as I turned around to try and find who the voice came from. 

“I need you to walk forward, darling, you'll see me soonnn~” the voice spoke again, without even thinking properly Yume's body walked forward. 

“I d-don't.. I don't know… okay… it's fine…” Yume's let herself follow the voice, her positivity getting replaced by fear, her pace quickened seeing a gray figure behind some trees and bushes “um... Hello..?“ Yume stuttered as she walked closer. 

She felt herself relax seeing it was a statue, they had wings folded behind their back, a tail that was stuck in motion, they were sat with their legs crossed, horns on their head, they seemed to be in a suit with a few tears in it “how have I never seen this before? It looks so old…”

“you should touch it Yume~”  The voice suggested to her. 

Without meaning to Yume found herself moving without meaning too “I don't want too!! I could damage it-!” the more negative she found herself, the faster she moved to it, falling into the statue as she attempted to catch herself on it, the statue shattered and black mist as well as a surge of negative energy surged out of it, swarming around Yume as soon as she could, Yume jumped up and sprinted back to the tree. 

"Awe, I didn't even get to thank my lovely Daughter”

Akumu's POV

⚠️TW, bullying, swearing, mentions of sexual assault and transphobia ⚠️

"I'm gonna Go explore for a bit, okay?” Yume said, I simply nodded, as she ran saying she would be back before sunset or something, I just kept reading my book, She had gotten me a few books from the library the other day, the other two were more… illustrated then this one this one was about history. 

'And as the people tried to steal an-' I got my book snatched from my hands “look guys! The nerds reading a history book!” bunny laughed as she waved the book in the air to her friends “a history book?! She's Fucking nerd!” they laughed, all her friends surrounding me

"You think the she's learnt a thing or two from those books?” they were all talking to each other 'this is my chance…!' I thought to myself, about to run away and escape “where are you going, pretty boy~?” Susan spoke in a flirty tone “let me go! Yume will be back soon…!” I tried to speak "I think she should be taught a lesson~” another spoke up, undoing my shirt as I started to cry… 

After awhile they all left me, getting myself redressed I heard “you know, eating the Apple could make all your pains go away~” a dark voice spoke to me, when I quickly shook my head and looked around “Yume!! Where have you been?! Why do you look so panicked?!” I saw her run to me and hugged each other tightly.

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@vivi-draws-stuff @anonry99anonymous @orange-dreamzer

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Brandy

*Credit to the gif owner*

Pairing: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Deans

Warnings: Drinking, drunk texting, bad dancing, having to rescue Dean, Friends to loversish, Believing in destiny kinda.

Summary: Dean spends the whole night at the bar, tryin' every bottled drink. Ends up drunk texting Y/n and being completely honest with her

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: (Based on the song Wine, Beers, Whiskey by Little Big Town)

Dean Winchester Master List

Main Master List

I sat at the bar of the old bar. It reminded me of Harvelle's. The old smell, the plaid-up men and women that I noticed came walking in through that door.

It was amazing. I was a drinker, always had been. The first drink I had with my dad, I was fifteen. A beer we shared, that should be an amazing moment for father and son, but it was ruined for the simple fact that we had no home, and my father and instructed me to take care of my younger brother.

I grew up, mostly without my father after that. He prioritizes hunting and saving people over me, and over his youngest son. Everything was always secrets. So many secrets, that it's started to become how Sam and I live.

There were certain things that I had learned from my father. How to protect, how to be anger almost all of the time, and how to handle my liquor.

So I sat at the bar, my hand around an iced cold glass of beer. I sipped and watched people. I wasn't in the mood to hook up with any. I mean yeah sure there was probably someone out there that was meant for me, but that's getting into destiny shit.

You know how bars, almost always have music playing. Well being in the good old state of Kansas, so pretty much any place you walk into is playing music more specifically country music.

It started to come through the speakers. I had already been here for what seemed like hours, I had enough beers, that I had switched to drinking something harder.

Something like a whiskey.

"My friend named Jack"

"He's got my back"

"He always seems to know right where I'm at"

Well, this is definitely a song I could get used to listening to. I don't think anybody else was listening. All having their own private conversations. The barmaid was a beautiful young lady, but even still with her crop top of a shirt and the cleavage that was burst out of her shirt.

I wasn't interested in her. Every time she'd come over. "You need anything else sweetheart." Bending halfway down to try and have me look down.

I waved her off. Maybe I should try something else. Waving her back over, I asked "Do you have something stronger?" she looked at me sideways, before saying "If it's something stronger than you want I've got you" and then she walked away.

When she returned with the rest of the bottle of Jose. A half left standing in the clear bottle. "Here's something stronger, forty percent." She said taking my empty beer bottle and empty cup that had been holding the recently downed Jack Daniels.

"My friend Jose"

"He likes to play"

"He's always up for anything I say"

I downed the rest of the bottle, not even needing the new glass she had bought for me to use. Slamming the bottle down on the countertop. She snapped her head around, our eye making contact before she grabbed something off the shelf.

"If that's the type of night you're having you should have said." She said handing me a half empty glass of crown apple. "Thanks, I can handle my liquor so no need to worry about me," I said as she left to take care of other people sitting at the bar.

I sat alone. Like I always have, it was the best way to number one people watch, but it also gave me a reason to think. Nobody trying to pull my belt out of my jean loops. No need to save someone this was my safe haven sometimes.

Alcohol was my safe haven. It's always been that way. It's always been able to understand me ten times more than Sammy. Well I mean there was always Y/n, she lived with us, but she was my friend, my best friends. There is something that she just doesn't need to know.

I took a swig, drinking down most of the bottle.

"Little bit of red, lotta bit of crown"

"Don't matter what it is"

"I'm gonna drink it down, down, down"

Was it just me or was this song getting better by the second. Maybe, It was just me. I looked around me, couples stood dancing to this song, some sat with clasped hands. And the older men sat at the bar, I was an older man sitting at bar watching like a creep.

"The wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"Are the only things that fix me"

"I'm not saying it's a problem"

"I can stop it if I wanna"

"But the wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"They always get me"

Wow, I'm started to get the idea that I can relate to this song. The lyrics are right you know. Liquor is the only thing that can fix me, calms me down and then I sleep it off. It's right the lyrics I can stop if I wanna. But do I really wanna stop?

"Here," The young lady said, handing me a made drink "Here's a gin and tonic." Walking away yet again to take care of other patrons. A gin and tonic, not a drink I was every ballses enough to try.

Taking the little green umbrella out, I took my first sip. "Shit that's actually really good," I said more to myself than anyone else. I looked up from my gin and tonic drink, looking at the glass wall.

It held so many drinks that I hadn't heard of before. Like a new drink called "Screwball", "Kingfisher". Odd brand names but they all looked like awesome drinks. But of course, there was the regular drinks, the brandy, sherry which is a wine, and Jim Beam

"My friend named Gin"

"She's got some friends"

"I'm talking Brandy, Sherry, and their brother Jim"

"Hey, so it sorta looks like we're going along with the song, so I'll grab you a shot of rum, Captain." She said pulling a tiny shot glass out and pulling the bottle off of the shelf.

She slides the small glass across the table, I caught some rum tipping out and falling over my thumb. 'I wonder what Y/n would do if she was here with me? I wonder if I would have her pushed up against the wall, kissing down her neck.'

Shaking my head; stop thinking of her that she... She doesn't think of you in the same way, you are an idiot. Taking my rum-filled shot quickly. I pulled out my phone.

'Don't do what you're about to do'

"I'll be fine," I said to myself. The room was starting to spin. Or maybe I was just spinning. 'Stop thinking about Y/n. She doesn't need to deal with your drunk ass' "Oh come on I'm not that drunk" I was still sitting at the bar, but people were starting to look at me.

>Y/n, you know I've just gotta say. YOu're beautiful.

Dots played at the bottom of my screen.

>Dean that's very nice.

Minutes pass, so I send another message.

>You know I think I'm falling.

Immediate answers came

>Falling?? What do you mean?

>Winchester? Where are you?

She asked, she only ever called me Winchester when she was pissed off, but I was too worried about telling her the truth.

>Y/n, I've spent the past forever fawning over you. I spent it, wanting, yearning for you. I guess after years of wanting you, years after having nobody in my bed. Wishing and hoping that it was you.

>Dean send me your current loca!

>We can talk more tomorrow

I was able to send her my location, she pulled up in a rather crappy car. Walking in distress, her black night shorts, a pair of slippers on, and my red and black plaid shirt on.

She came over, apologizing grabbing my arm, and wrapping it over her head. "Dean, let's go, now," she said dragging me out. "You smell so good Y/n," I said going to pet her hair. She rested me up against the side of the baby.

"Where are your keys, Dean?" She asked her voice starting to become more worrisome. "In my.." I stopped talking and just reached for her hand, shoving it into my jacket pocket. "Right here!" I said I let go of her wrist and she looked up at me.

She got me into the car, somehow. I rested my head against the back of the front seat. "I felt and heard the rumble of baby engine. "Dean, what were you doing?" I looked over at her. "I wanted a drink."

The rest of the drive was quiet, she helped me out of the car after shutting the loud engine off. The sound finally stops bouncing off the cinderblock walls. "Dean. Couch, bed, or table?" She asked.

"Couch, comfier," I said breathing in more of Y/n's scent. I've never been this close to her, for this long. she smelled like a garden of flowers and honey. she smelt of summer. She looked like summer half the time.

"Are you a god?" I blurted out. Her eyebrows creased, licking her lips. "No, Dean I'm not a god," Y/n said reaching around behind the couch and grabbing a blanket but not before untying my boots.

She tossed the blanket over my body and went to walk off. "Y/n?" I asked. "Yes, Dean." She said with a sigh. "Can you get me a water, so I can maybe explain myself?" I asked.

A pleading look on my face, the puppy dog eyes I had learned from Sam. "Fine Winchester, but you've five to explain yourself." She said stomping off into the kitchen, and back with a tall glass of ice water.

She stood next to me. "Can you sit? Please Y/n?" I begged. I sipped on the water, trying to regain any sort of control of myself. She sat crisscrossing her legs. Her exposed legs, my eyes drifted from her legs.

My eyes came back up to hers. "Start explaining Winchester, you've got four minutes." I shook my head, clasping my hands together. I cleared my throat.

"I've sat here for the past few years, wondering why everything seems weird. It's hard. y'know because that song was right in the bar. I don't want to be alone not anymore, I don't wanna watch the couple dances anymore, I wanna be one of the couples, that hold each other hands."

I said, looking at her. She broke our eye contact when she started to fidget with the bottom of my flannel. "You know that's my flannel?" I asked grabbing her hands.

"I want you, I want you in my bed. I want to drink with my girl. I want to love you because Y/n that's really the truth." I said, "I love you Y/n" We sat in silence for a few, "Y/n please say something?" Now I'm begging her, this entire night has been a fucking mess.

"What are you waiting for you dumb Winchester? Come kiss your girl." It only took a few moments for the words to click in my mind. I grabbed the back of her neck and she fell into my lap.

It wasn't like fireworks or lighting coming down. It just fit so well, it was more like finishing a puzzle, puzzle pieces just fitting together so well. A missing part of me found filled and always there for you.

"Dean? Y/n?" I heard Sam said and properly say "Nevermind." And leave. I felt Y/n's lips leave mine. Realizing that I needed air, my lungs burning but in a good way.

"That was something," I said, catching my breath. "That's was awesome!" Y/n said kissing chastely. "Did you hear Sam?" I asked her, she giggled she rolled her. "I bet he's in there going I just knew it," Y/n said. I laughed and hugged.

"My feet hurt, I think I may have blacked out and started dancing by myself," I said, flexing my socked toes. "You dancing!?" Y/n questioned, "Oh we've gotta go back to that bar and get that tape, for FBI reasons." Y/n said.

My mouth gaping open. She laughed more, and she started to have a few tears. "You know Y/n. I'll you back for that, now come on. You'll love the memory foam bed." I said, Whispering closing to Y/n's ear "It remembers you Y/n." My hand landing on her lower as we walked to my room.

Completed on: 05/12/2021

Posted on: 05/14/2021

Dean Winchester Tag List: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo @wonderfulworldofwinchester

[toussainttwins]

@fallesto || continued from here "I knew that it wasn't in your heart to slay a unicorn! Ah, I did!" Nistana clapped her hands to her breast, exhilarated, basking in the bits of kindness the flame-haired sorceresses gave her. Knowing her nature for what it truly was, the sharp essence of both her good-will and ruthless deeds. Sabrina was of the wilderness, of the forest...and even the forest of her and Tanna's childhood ate their own sometimes. Still, the petite succubus felt a tang of remorse for her future deceit. Half-deceit.

The joy of Sabrina Glevissig's left a strange aftertaste in her throat. Of flame and fangs. The petite succubus shuddered involuntarily. What if it is has nothing to do with the flame-haired sangbonbon? W if it is how my own heart tastes like now? "I do not know about the sorceress in Vengerberg - apart from a darling, touching and bitter ballad - but I can assure you that the horn from Novigrad shall be in your hands as soon as the nightingales begin to sing. And there will be no displeasing company". Traveling to Novigrad in person was verily out of twins' plans. As the matter stood Nistana was crippled with worry if her sister could make it to Toussaint by the starightest possible route. But the sorceress didn't need to know that, did she?

If it is her desire not to meet Elihal personally, it is a wish we both share. Much as I miss our tailoring nights-in and juicy gossip and pretense... A honest seamstress as she was a honest succubus, the younger twin planned to fill her side of the bargain. Just in her own way. Besides, her customer was clearly aghast of elves - although, why anyone would be displeased with a creature of beauty, without even meeting one - there Nissa was slightly confused. Beautiful things, after all was her bread and butter. "For myself I seek but little. Your happiness gave me a much needed respite, sangbonbon," chirped Nistana, her gaze dancing around the table. "I would beg of you for this book," it was a wild guess, but Nistana pointed at the pretties and the largest item on the table - a treatise on unicorns, containing myths and legends. Judging by the looks it was newly-made and not overtly lavish, thusly she wasn't crossing a line of disrespect or greed. Or so she though. The volume was open at a colorful illustration of a maiden cuddling a unicorn in her lap. Both looked rather joyful. She even caught a bit of poetry beneath! I could read a bits from it to my creamy lambkin, to cheer her on our journey. "And for my friendly-owner in Novigrad, I must ask for some curio, to offer in place of the horn," the petite thief proceeded as nonchalantly as she could. Sabrina's affair with an apple distracted her into a dreamy stare. "I know what he wouldn't be able to resist. Crown-knows-no-shyness is her weakness, the favorite colour. And such a beautiful shine to top the temptation. Therefore," a tiny claw pointed at the rose-coloured stone. "I would request this little gem from Hakland," there, that was what she truly came for.

[hold-me-sickfics]

Tiny Tummy Bug Part 1

Okay y’all, part 1 is up! Special thanks to @ggukie91 for proofreading this :) Also major thank you to @honeyjoonieee @teacupswithteapots @sneezyminniejo @thatoneemokpop-02 @bt20-whump because y’all are all amazing and had awesome ideas💙💙💙

TW: Scat, Emeto, Food, Littlespace (If y’all see any more, please let me know! <3)

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The rain poured outside, making the darkness darker and the sleepy members sleepier. That is, all except Namjoon. He’d woken up with some pretty intense stomach cramps and he was starting to get scared. Normally he’d be able to handle stomach cramps alone, but this particular time was different. Their schedule had been booked to the nines, making Joon incredibly stressed. So, when the pain and the stress combined…

He slipped.

“Daddy?” Namjoon’s voice was small and scared. He poked Jin’s shoulder, waking him up from his sleep. 

“Hm? What’s up bubs?” Jin rubbed his eyes trying to register what planet he was on. 

“Fweel baddie... tink sickie. Do I look like sickie?” Namjoon’s Winnie The Pooh blanket trailed behind him.

At that, Jin woke up a lot quicker. He sat up, immediately pressing a gentle hand to Namjoon’s forehead. Sure enough, he was burning hot. 

“Okay bubbie I think you’ve got a fever. Come in here to the bathroom, I think I left the thermometer in here from back when Kook got the flu.” He took the little’s hand and led him to the bathroom. Joon sat on the lid of the toilet while Jin put a sleeve on the thermometer. He slipped it under the little’s tongue. When it beeped, he took it out and checked it. 

“101.3… bubbie what all feels bad hm?” He sunk down to Joon’s level, meeting his small gaze. 

“Um… tummy fweel baddie an go bwurrrr.” Joon said it in all seriousness. Jin tried his hardest not to giggle. Tiny Joon was always so cute it should be illegal. 

“Ahhh… when did it start going bwurrr?” Jin removed the sleeve from the device, and he put it back in the drawer.

“Nu know… jus wote uppie like dat an tummy go bwurrr an I cold an I in hewe now.” 

“Alright bubbie. Do you feel bad up or down?” He helped Joon up.

“Fweel baddie go down… huwts.” Joon looked at him, his eyes wide and teary. 

“Okay…” Jin yawned, putting the toilet lid up. “Think you need to go potty?”

“Nu know…” he sniffled, attaching himself to Jin.

“Aish bubbie you really are burning up…” Jin winced as he held the little close. He stroked the little’s back softly.

“F-Fweel c-cold. N-nu like.” Namjoon shivered as he started to cry.

“Awwww honey…” Jin kissed the little’s forehead.

“Uh oh…” Joon whimpered and then pulled his pants down as quick as he could before, sitting on the toilet. He doubled over in a cramp. Jin held him, whispering little encouragements and giving Joon small pats and rubs.

“D-Daddy I-I h-hwut…” 

Jin could feel Joon’s bloated stomach cramping under his hand. Namjoon was sweating, his breaths labored. 

“I know bubba.” He rubbed Joon’s back slowly in small circles. Joon sleepily swayed with the motions. That is until his body finally decided to rid itself of everything inside it. Jin felt Joon tense up, and then his face contorted painfully. A second later, he was pushing out everything he had in him. Jin kept rubbing to keep things going, and Namjoon just panted and sobbed. 

“D-dun wan nnnggghhh!” Joon cried as pain shot through him. Mush continued to pour into the bowl.

“Almost done bubbie, you’re almost done. Here, can you hold daddy’s hand hm?” Jin offered his hand, the other holding Joon up. The poor thing was too tired to hold himself up at this point. All of his energy was going towards purging his guts. Namjoon took Jin’s hand, squeezing hard. 

Thankfully, it was over as quick as it had started. Namjoon finished with a few airy farts rattling him as he held onto Jin, crying.

Jin knew that this cry was more fear than pain, which he was glad about. Fear he could help. 

“Good job buddy.” He kissed his forehead. “Daddy’s proud of you. You did good.”

“Nu fweel like goodie…” Namjoon sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. 

“Hm… could some Bubble Guppies and apple juice help with that?” Jin smiled.

“Juice wif bue stwaw?” Joon looked at him questioningly.

“Yes bubby, juice with blue straw.” Jin ruffled his hair and then helped to clean him up. 

Soon enough, he was in Jin’s bed, in a diaper (better safe than sorry), curled up watching Bubble Guppies on Jin’s phone. Jin had gone to the kitchen to get the juice. 

When Jin got to the kitchen, he turned the light on and went to the refrigerator. He grabbed the apple juice and set it on the counter. Then, he heard someone behind him.

“Hyung? Why are you awake?” 

It was Jungkook.

“Joon’s sick.” He yawned. “And little.” He grabbed a cup with a top and poured the juice in before slipping a blue straw in it.

“What’s wrong with him? Does he have a fever?” Jungkook grabbed a banana milk.

“101.3. His stomach is pretty upset but I’ve got him watching Bubble Guppies for now.” Jin considered making himself a cup of coffee. He went to start one, before Jungkook stopped him.

“I’ll make it hyung. You go ahead back there and I’ll bring it back there when it’s done.” Jungkook smiled, patting Jin’s back.

Jin nodded gratefully, and then started back to the bedroom. He nearly dropped the juice in shock when he opened the door. 

“D-daddy I s-sowwy I n-nu mean t-to…” Namjoon was bawling. He was covered in yellowish-green vomit… and were those noodles? Oh goodness… Jin swore noodles off for life.

Before Jin could get over to him, Namjoon burped up another round. Jin rushed to his side with a waste bin but by now, he was done… just exhausted and scared.

“Oh baby…” Jin cooed, wiping as much vomit off of Joon as he could before Joon could get it all over everywhere. He then helped Joon to the bathroom, taking off his clothes and getting him into a warm bath. He used a couple drops of mint essential oil in the water to calm Joon’s stomach.

“W-why I f-fweel baddie? Nu wan fweel baddie…” Namjoon pouted, a small frown on his face as he looked up to Jin with sad eyes.

“I know you don’t bubbie.” He kissed Joon’s crown, then continued to wash him with a soft washcloth. “But we’re gonna get you feeling better bubs. I promise.” 

Namjoon leaned back against the tub wall. He was facing Jin. In about a minute, Joon had fallen asleep, completely relaxed in his daddy’s care.

A minute or two later Jungkook came in with Jin’s coffee.

“How’s he doing?” Jungkook handed Jin the cup. He’d put it in a to-go cup with a lid so Jin would be less likely to spill it if anything got crazy. 

“Not great.” Jin sighed. “He just puked all over himself and the bed… which I mean isn’t a problem but…”

Jungkook stopped him. They both had the same thought.

“It means it’s probably a stomach bug.” Jungkook almost grimaced. When one of them got a bug… the rest of them usually came in right behind.

“Well… I mean as long as nobody eats or drinks after him, we’re probably good right?” Jin asked, wiping Joon’s cheeks and chin. 

“Yeah so as long as we tell them not to-”

Jungkook was interrupted when Taehyung came in slurping leftover noodles…

Namjoon’s leftover noodles.

End of Part 1

[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine - Daniel and the Girls have a Tea Party

Summary: Florence is out for the day, leaving Daniel to look after their three little girls. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them but they sure now how to tire a man out.

W/C 3.5k

Sunday, March 9, 2025

Daniel set the two plastic bowls of macaroni and cheese on the small glass table in the kitchen along side two cups of apple juice and a plate of cut up fruit. Six-year-old Clementine and four-and-a-half-year-old Penelope sat on opposite sides of the table waiting for their lunch. Daniel handed them each a spoon before pulling up a chair with them and his own bowl.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Clementine said sweetly before shoving her spoon in her food.

“You’re welcome, angel.”

Penelope ate quietly from his other side.

When she finished her mouthful, he tickled her side, “Where are your manners, miss bug?”

Penelope giggled shyly, staring up at him from barely over the edge of the table as she whispered a soft, “Thank you.”

Daniel smiled at her and twirled one of her brown pigtails around his finger before he was turning back to his own lunch. The girls ate contently, munching their macaroni and cheese and sipping their juice from plastic cups of their favourite colours and reaching out little sticky fingers for pieces of fruit from their shared plate.

“What do we want to do today while Mommy’s out with Uncle Callum?” Daniel asked his two oldest girls.

They thought for a moment and then Clementine raised her hand in the air – something she learned from kindergarten – and Daniel called her name to answer his question.

She dropped her hand to her lap, “I want to have a tea party.”

“Oh wow, that’s a good idea. We can definitely have a tea party.” Daniel agreed. “What about you, Nelly? What do you want to do?”

Penelope just shrugged.

“We can maybe play some piano too.” Daniel offered.

“With baby sister?” Penelope asked quietly.

“Yeah. When Lucy Lu wakes up from her nap she can come join the fun too, right?”

“Lu-Lu is too little to have a tea party.” Clementine argued.

“No, she’s not. We can just pretend that her bottle is tea and she can sit with us just fine.” Daniel reached over to wipe the eldest’s mouth free of cheese with a napkin.

They finished their lunch together and the girls helped to bring their plates to the dishwasher, carefully setting them in the rack under Daniel’s instruction. He thanked them and sent them to the living room while he went to wake up the baby and Clementine announced she was going to gather her things for the tea party with Penelope rushing after her every move.

Lucy was already waking up when Daniel came into the nursery and her face broke into a gummy grin at the sight of him, her little legs kicking and arms reaching up for him. Daniel beamed, cooing down at his youngest as he leaned over to pick her up, pausing to give her a good sniff before holding her against his chest. She needed a quick change so he laid her down on the change table and sang to her softly while she got a clean diaper and a new little dress and bloomers.

Back in the living room, Clementine had dragged the girls’ small white wooden table into the room and had a pile of dress up things and stuffed animals and toys on the couch. Penelope was already ordered to sit on one of the chairs and she had a little plastic tiara on and was wrapped in a pink feather boa. Daniel smiled at two eldest as he came back into the room with Lucy on his hip and the two of them seemed to take in the little set up with the baby’s tiny hand holding onto the back of his thin jacket.

“Sit, Daddy!” Clementine ordered with a smile, pointing to the tiny chair beside Penelope’s own.

Daniel pulled out the chair with his foot and had to nearly crouch all the way to the ground to actually sit in it but he did without argument and placed Lucy on his lap.

Clementine went back to her stash over on the couch and brought over a plastic gold crown to him, “Put this on because you’re the prince.”

“Oh. Alright.” Daniel chuckled and took the crown from her. He carefully set it on his head with two hands and made sure it was placed securely before sitting up straighter, “Good?”

Clementine nodded and rushed back to the pile. Daniel glanced over at Penelope and she smiled shyly at him.

“Do I look like a good prince?”

Penelope nodded and then pointed to her tiara, “I’m a princess.”

“I see that. We’re almost matching.” Daniel said.

She smiled her usual close-mouthed grin until her dimples pressed into her cheeks.

Clementine came rushing back with a purple feather boa and tossed it around Daniel’s shoulders – nearly smacking him in the face in the process and certainly getting a feather in the baby’s mouth – before standing back to admire her work. Lucy tried to pull the end of the boa into her mouth again but Daniel tucked it back over his shoulder so she couldn’t eat it.

“One more thing.” Clementine said before rushing past him and back into her room.

Lucy leaned forward to smack her hand against the white tabletop and Daniel’s secure hands around her middle kept her from toppling off his lap. Penelope reached over to press her finger into her baby sister’s palm and Lucy wrapped her whole hand around her one small finger, making her grin.

Clementine came back and dropped her makeup kit on the table. It was just kid quality makeup but a whole set that Anna had bought her for Christmas and she used often for dress up…now Daniel was to be her canvas (next victim?).

“Oh…angel…Daddy doesn’t need any of that.” Daniel said gently.

“Yes, you do.” Clementine answered plainly as she spread out a few things.

“No, no. Prince’s don’t need makeup.”

“You need makeup.”

“Oh, thanks.” Daniel scoffed.

Unaware to her dig at him, Clementine turned to him and ordered, “You’re too tall. Sit on the ground.”

“Please?”

“Please.” Clementine nodded.

Daniel sighed lightly and shifted the short distance from the short chair to the living room rug, keeping Lucy on his lap. The baby watched with awe as her eldest sister brought over some sparkly blue eyeshadow and a rough toy brush and proceeded to scrub it against Daniel’s eyelid.

He winced, “Gentle, Clemmie.”

“It’s fine.” she answered.

Daniel kept his complaints to himself as she scribbled on his eyeshadow and then dusted on dark pink blush to his cheeks and finally finished with a sparkly sticky cheap lip gloss.

“Do like this.” Clementine puckered out her lips to show him, just like she remembered Florence telling her when she would sometimes give the girls some makeup to wear.

Daniel copied her and pursed out his lips to let the six-year-old smear some lip gloss on for him. He tried not to show his cringe at the texture of it as she put everything back into its carry bag.

Clementine turned back to him to admire her handiwork and then grinned at him, “You look very pretty, Daddy.”

“Thank you, angel.” Daniel chuckled as he got back into the small chair.

“I see?” Penelope asked and Daniel turned to show her his makeover. She bit back a grin and held her folded hands adoringly against her cheek, “Pretty Dada.”

“What do you think, Lucy Lu?” Daniel looked down to the baby on his lap.

Lucy was already staring at him blankly, between the crown, boa, and now messy makeup, she didn’t know what she was looking at. She blinked. Daniel pressed a sticky kiss to her head and then quickly wiped off the glittery lip gloss from the baby’s blonde hair.

“Lu-Lu needs a pretty bow.” Clementine said as she put her makeup back in the pile on the couch and then pulled out a red bow on an elastic headband and brought it over. She set it over the eight-month-old’s head and stepped back with a proud smile. The bow was nearly falling right in Lucy’s eyes and she scrunched up her tiny nose and reached to take it off herself with a small whine, looking up at Daniel for help.

He adjusted it so it was sitting more comfortably on her and it seemed to satisfy the baby enough to leave it on. Clementine beamed with pride.

“Okay! Ready!” She grabbed her own tiara and orange feather boa and put them on before bringing over the tray of little plastic teacups and saucers. She sat herself down at the little table and handed each person a cup – even Lucy.

Lucy picked up the cup and slobbered on the side of it while Daniel and the older two girls picked up their teacups daintily and raised them to the centre of the table to ‘cheers’.

“Pinkies up.” Daniel said.

“Pinkies up!” Clementine and Penelope giggled, raising their little pinkies as they clinked the plastic cups together.

They all took a sip of their imaginary tea. Lucy dropped her cup onto the carpet and Daniel leaned over to pick it back up for her but she only wiggled in his arms and tried to get out of his grasp. So he let her carefully slip between his legs and onto the carpet and she crawled herself a few steps away to one of her discarded toys that were lying around the room. She sat on her bum and smiled gummily at Daniel as she shoved the plush block into her mouth.

He had to keep an eye on the youngest to make sure she didn’t escape in his distraction, but he tried to focus as much as he could on his tea party with the two eldest. They shared invisible cookies and pretend tea and lots of once-upon-a-time stories with extravagant plots until Lucy was getting fussy. Daniel leaned after her to grab the end of her little dress as she tried to crawl away and he tugged her back towards him.

“Okay, our littlest tea party guest needs something to drink too it seems.” he got up from the table and scooped up the baby. “Be right back, little ladies.”

Lucy stared at him from her spot on his hips as he got her bottle ready, still uncertain about the whole idea of him in the scribbly overly eccentric makeup, but Daniel was unphased. What else would you expect from having three little girls? With the bottle in hand, he returned to the small table and sat back down, tucking Lucy on his lap and she sipped from her bottle contently.

“Where were we?” Daniel asked the eldest two.

“Cheers, Lu-Lu!” Clementine held out her plastic teacup to the baby and Daniel helped lead Lucy’s hand over to clink their drinks together. Lucy leaned back against his chest and sipped quietly as the tea party progressed.

By the time the little party was over, the group of them found themselves at the grand piano in the corner of the living room; Clementine and Penelope on either side of Daniel and Lucy on his lap. They all still wore their crowns and boas of course.

“What song should we sing first?” Daniel asked.

“Mine!” Clementine beamed.

“Alright.” Daniel sat up straighter and set his hands on the keys. “Ophelia for my Clementine Ophelia.”

After six years, Daniel didn’t even need sheet music to play her songs on the piano and Ophelia by the Lumineers had always been a favourite. The girls watched with awe as he played over the keys gracefully and sang softly, Clementine trying to pitch into the lyrics the best she could remember which honestly was just her shouting her middle name when it came up in the lines.

When the song finished, the older two girls applauded and Daniel smiled sweetly at them, “Thank you, thank you. Who’s next?”

Penelope raised her hand behind a shy smile.

“Of course.” Daniel squished her cheeks lovingly, “Penny Lane for my sweet Penny girl. Sound good?”

Penelope nodded.

Being his favourite band, any of The Beatles’ songs seemed to come extra easily for Daniel and Penny Lane was no exception. It wasn’t necessarily a sweet song about love but it was more upbeat and happy and Penelope sure loved it. Daniel played on, trying to avoid Lucy’s little hands trying to press their way onto the keys mid-song and eventually had to hold her arms back with his left hand and just played with his right.

When he finished, the girls clapped for him again and he thanked them with a proud smile. Lucy whined from his lap, trying to wiggle out of his grasp to press the piano keys and he stood her up on the bench between his legs and held her steady so she could slam her little hands down all she wanted, filling the living room with ungraceful notes.

Penelope held her hands over her ears.

“She’s not good.” Clementine giggled, sliding her hand between her baby sister and the keys to get her to stop. “Only Daddy can play, Lu-Lu.”

Daniel laughed lightly and sat the baby back on his lap, “We’ll finish off our concert with a song for the littlest lady, okay?”

“Okay.” Lucy babbled, reaching for the piano again.

“Okay.” Daniel chuckled and set his hands on the keys.

“Dada!” Lucy shrieked.

“Shhh.” Clementine shushed her through her annoyance.

“Hey. No yelling during the concert.” Daniel teased lightly and he reached for the spare pacifier that was sat on top of the piano. He slipped it into the baby’s mouth and she sucked happily, resting back against his stomach, and he focused back on the piano, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds for our little diamond.”

Penelope leaned over to kiss her baby sister’s head.

Daniel played through the third song – one of his favourite songs and honestly his youngest daughters’ namesake – and finished with a final dramatic note. The oldest two applauded for a third time.

“That song is magical.” Clementine giggled.

“Think so?” Daniel smiled at her.

“Me too.” Penelope agreed.

“It is kind of pretty, isn’t it?” Daniel looked down at the baby on his lap and Lucy peered back up at him. Her big blue eyes and long lashes made him smile and he patted her tummy softly. “I think it’s nearly dinner time. We’ve had a busy afternoon.”

“I’m hungry!” Clementine said loudly as she shifted off the piano bench.

“You too, bug?” Daniel asked Penelope. She nodded. “Good, because I was thinking McDonalds for dinner, how does that sound?”

The girls’ eyes went wide and they both shrieked with excitement, agreeing loudly and throwing their arms around him like it was the best news they had heard all week. They all got ready to go; Daniel zipping up three little jackets and tying three little pairs of shoes and then getting himself dressed and the baby buckled in the stroller with the diaper bag tossed over his shoulder.

“Okay, little ladies, let’s go.” He held open the front door and Penelope and Clementine headed into the apartment hallway hand in hand and he followed behind them, locking the door on the way. He got them all buckled into the car and the stroller put away in the trunk and by the time they got to the restaurant, they were all nearly starving. Daniel silently thanked everything he wasn’t a single parent…props to them, though.

It wasn’t until they were ordering at the counter that Daniel remembered he still had the makeup on his face. The stares from the cashiers were his hint and his face completely dropped with realization, but he played it off coolly as he paid and ushered his daughters to a table to wait for their food. Clementine and Penelope sat together on one side of the table with Daniel and Lucy in the stroller on the other, the older girls colouring together on one of the sheets that were up for grabs by the condiment station and Daniel watched them work together peacefully. He tried to wipe the makeup off as discreetly as he could; swiping his wrist over his cheeks to rid the blush but it only really smudged it around more and the lip gloss was putting up a fair fight. He was going to have a serious talk with his sister about that Christmas gift.

Soon, two happy meals were delivered and Daniel’s own chicken nugget meal and he got the older girls set up with their nuggets and fries and small cartons of milk with straws before he even touched his own. Penelope was too focused on colouring to even bother to eat and Daniel had to tug the sheet and crayons from her to get her to put them away for dinner. With the older girls eating, Daniel broke off little pieces of his French fries and nuggets and offered tiny little pieces to the baby in the stroller. Lucy munched happily, the pieces small enough for her to eat with barely any teeth and she kept reaching for more. Daniel was all too used to eating cold food anyway and being the only adult for three girls meant his dinner was near icy by the time he could actually eat any of it.

Of course, Lucy needed a change before they left so they made a stop to the bathroom. Trying to keep the well fed and now very active older two girls within arms reach in the restaurant bathroom while changing a squirmy baby was not an easy feat and Daniel had to dive for Penelope to keep her from sticking her curious hand in the urinal more times that he would have liked to.

Finally, they made it home and all three girls were put in the master bathtub together, filled with bubbles and bath toys and Daniel scrubbed each of them well before bed. He then lined them up on the king size bed and dressed them each in pyjamas and brushed their hair and then sent them down the hall for bed. Lucy was still only in her diaper in his arms, her skin still a soft pink from the warm bath and her thin blonde hair already mostly dry over her head and Daniel carried her in a blanket to the older girls’ room for story time. Two stories were read and the girls were tucked in and kissed and the nightlight was turned on before Daniel left them to sleep.

He then took the baby to the nursery and got her into her pyjamas which was much easier now that she was already fading – having missed her afternoon nap through all the fun they had – and he laid her down gently in her crib. Lucy was left with a kiss, her little blanket tucked up around her, and her pacifier in her mouth before Daniel left her to sleep too.

In the silent apartment, he flopped backwards onto the couch in the living room that was still trashed with toys and dress-up things and remanence of their tea party, and his heavy eyes fell closed.

Florence returned home not long after, making sure to come in quietly since she knew it was past bedtime. She took off her shoes and coat and left her purse by the door before turning the corner into the living room. The sight of the messy living room and her exhausted husband painted in makeup and still donned with a crown in the middle of it made her smile lovingly. She took out of her phone and snapped a quick picture before stepping over the discarded toys to join him on the couch. Daniel was half asleep already but he still held up his arm to welcome her close and she nuzzled up next to him and rested her head on his chest with her arm around his middle.

“Busy day?” she asked quietly.

“Mhm.” Daniel mumbled without opening his eyes.

Florence leaned her head up a little to get a better look at his face, “You look so pretty, Daniel James.”

Daniel peeked his eyes open and lolled his head over to meet her gaze with a tired unimpressed expression, “I went to McDonalds looking like this.”

Florence giggled, “Did you really?”

Daniel pouted sleepily and nodded.

“What a good dad.” she patted his chest and leaned up to kiss his sticky, lip gloss painted lips. “Oh…she really slathered that on, huh?”

“Yeah.” Daniel chuckled lightly, pulling her closer by his arm around her.

Florence shifted out of his grasp and held out her hand to him, “Come on. I’ll help clean you up.”

Daniel let her pull him up from the couch and down the hall to their room and she took her makeup remover wipes to his eyelids and cheeks and lips, ridding him of the cheap makeup that their eldest nearly engraved into his face.

“Flora.” Daniel mumbled sleepily as she cleaned him up.

“Dani.” she replied just as softly, gently washing his face with a warm damp facecloth.

“I’d be so screwed without you.” Daniel admitted.

Florence smiled softly at him and kissed his nose, “No, my love. I’d be screwed without you.”

[nsheetee]

Requested: 

Yangyang x Reader + Strangers to Friends to Lovers + Fluff

Summary: In which a very unhappy Yangyang is forced to pick up his little sister from daycare everyday, and you’re her daycare teacher

yangyang loves his little sister to bits and pieces

from the moment she was born and given to yangyang to hold in his tiny 11 year old arms

her little tufts of black hair sticking up and big doll eyes looking up at her older brother

he knew: he would probably do anything for this little angel

but now, 8 years later...

8 years of crying, nagging, hair-pulling, tattle tailing, and name calling

he thought he would finally be done

he thought his parents would lay off on all the responsibilities they’ve pushed onto him for the past 8 years due to the little angel that they named “joy”

he thought that once he started college, his parents would see how busy he is and finally relax off of him

but alas, yangyang was rewarded with a car of his own for his 19th birthday only under one condition: 

pick up joy from daycare at 4pm every weekday

so, a mildly irritated yangyang with a new set of wheels and just one more responsibility on his plate set out to his first day of college in his brand new chapter of life

you had a lot less to worry about, at least compared to yangyang

all you had to do was maintain a high GPA to keep your scholarship and a lot of your money problems were solved

but you still needed extra cash for yourself

which is why you got a job at a daycare

you would be in charge of a small group of 8 year old for around an hour every afternoon 

what you did with them for the hour was almost always up to you

so on the first day, your little group of five 8 year olds came into your daycare classroom- the first thing you did was go outside

the kids LOVE you

they boasted about being able to play on the playground when no one else got to- claiming they had “the awesome-est teacher EVER”

and when they got rid of all of their pent up energy from sitting on hard plastic seats at school for several hours, you managed to get them to introduce themselves to you and to one another

soon, the first day of daycare came to a close

parents arrived and greeted you, taking their kids and all their belongings with them as you wave good bye

only one girl from your group was left: joy

she sat under a shady tree, slouching as she picked at the grass next to her legs

“hey, joy. what’s up?” you ask and sit down next to her

“sorry my brother is late.” she looks guilty as she continues to pick at the grass

“it’s okay, joy. I’ll wait with you for however long it takes.” she nods, but you could tell she’s still apologetic.

“do you wanna make a flower crown?” you ask, trying to get the situation off her mind

“I don’t know how” 

“well, I'll teach you”

joy’s furrowed eyebrows slowly melts away as you hunt for flowers and a small smile blooms on her cheeks when she finally finishes her crown, gifting it to you

it was 4:47 when yangyang pulls up to the daycare, new wheels crunching on the gravel road and he pants as he gets out of the car

“yangie!” joy shrieks, running to her brother and encircling her tiny arms around his waist

“joy! I'm so sorry I'm late.” 

“I'm not the one who needs to hear that.” joy speaks matter of factly, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard an 8 year old sound more mature

as joy walks to the car, her older brother turns to you

you slowly take off the flower crown, eyebrows raised while waiting for the boy in front of you to say something

he’s so boyish it makes your heart melt

with curly hair that falls over his eyes and a smile that you know hides a lot of jokes and pranks for the future

you can’t help but feel a bit giddy at the sight of him

“I'm so sorry about this. I swear it won’t happen again.” he looks down apologetically and it reminds you of an older, boy version of joy

maybe it’s because you think he’s cute or maybe because his little sister is really fun

but you wave a dismissive hand

“it’s alright. joy is a pleasure to be around. I didn’t mind.”

he raises his head to see the sincerity in your eyes and relaxes 

“I’m yangyang, joy’s brother.” he finally introduces himself

“I'm y/n, joy’s daycare teacher” you reach forward to shake his hand

“aren’t you too young to be a teacher?” he asks

“I can give CPR and kids don’t hate me, that was enough for them to hire me” you shrug, “I go to the college” you wave your hand in the general direction of your school

“oh,” he looks surprised, “me too. maybe I'll see you around? o-or we can study.” yangyang curses himself at his stutter and feels heat crawl up his cheeks 

why is he blushing over an invitation to study?

maybe because he’s never been this straight forward with anyone else before

“yeah, sure” you don’t look affected and it makes yangyang more nervous

“yangie!” joy shouts from his car, looking annoyed and yangyang sighs

“right, we have to go home. I’ll see you... later.”

and you do see him later

he arrives to pick up joy (on time) every weekday

he would gather up joy’s backpack and jacket while intently looking at you as you explain what joy did at daycare that day

and after your spiel, yangyang would ask you how your day went and how your classes are going

yangyang enjoyed your small daily conversations so much that he started coming 5 minutes early to pick up joy to have some extra time to speak to you

and then he started coming 10 minutes earlier 

and then 15

and then 20

and then you just decided to invite yangyang to join your class

“w-what?” he laughed nervously when you asked

he thought you were just kidding

why would you want him to join your class of 8 year olds?

“well you’re here for almost half of the time anyway. just join us tomorrow!”

yangyang wasn’t going to- he would tell you that he had other plans:

he needed to study, he had to get his car washed, he had to walk his dog

literally ANY excuse he could think of

but he knew he couldn’t lie to that sweet smile you always gave him when you see him

so that’s how yangyang ended up sitting criss-cross apple sauce in the circle of your group of kids at daycare the next day

he had that light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he tried to fit between joy and another boy in the group on the carpeted floor

but when you introduced him and all the little kids said “hi, yangyang” in unison

he felt more comfortable

having yangyang with the group of kids was fun... really fun

one day he showed the kids his mad soccer skills

another day he played the piano to lull them into nap-time

you think he might steal your position of being “the awesom-est teacher EVER”

and of course, joy had to tell her parents one night over dinner about what was happening at daycare

“yangyang is part of my daycare group now” joy said during a lull in conversation 

yangyang kicked her chair under the table and sent her a pointed glare

“yangyang, we asked you to pick up joy from daycare. not join her at daycare” his mother sighs and puts her fork down

“oh no, mom. it’s a lot of fun with yangyang and y/n” joy defends

“y/n...” yangyang’s father ponders, “you know, we should invite them over for dinner.” 

“YEAH!”

“absolutely not”

joy and yangyang glare at each other from across the dinner table at each other’s opposing answers

“kids...” their mother warns and looks back at her husband, “I think that’s a good idea. we hear so much about them, why not invite them over?”

and that’s how you end up ringing the Liu’s doorbell promptly at 6pm the next Friday night

you made a batch of cookies to share (you refuse to show up empty handed, especially since it’s yangyang’s parents that you’re meeting) and you wear your nice clothes that you usually keep stored away in the back of your closet

yangyang opens the door and he immediately becomes 1000x more nervous

that smile hits him again, the kind smile that he doesn’t see you give to anyone else but him

it makes his heartbeat speed up and his cheeks tinge with pink no matter how hard he grips the door frame

“y/n, hi”

“hi,” you both stand in your spots, not moving or speaking... just looking at each other, “can I come in or...?”

“right, right. sorry” yangyang moves awkwardly to let you slide past him through the doorway

the smell of your fabric softener is so familiar that yangyang almost calms down in this situation

he’s been stressed this entire week leading up to this dinner

not only are you about to meet his parents, you’re about to witness what his family is actually like

and yangyang is scared that even if you had a small part of you that liked him

it’ll be non-existent by the end of this dinner

but surprisingly

dinner goes better than he expected

it seemed like you fit in perfectly, a fifth chair pulled up to the table made the atmosphere more cozy and your laughter mixing in with the rest of his family’s was something yangyang didn’t know he needed

he had a moment where he had to sit back and wonder when you got to be such an important part of his life

maybe it’s because joy already likes you so much

and yangyang knows that no matter how many times joy tattle tales, nags, or cries at yangyang

he’ll always be her big brother 

and it seems just a little too perfect for you to be an element that was added into the mixture that is his crazy life

but yangyang, despite his doubts, decides he’ll take this small but perfect thing that life handed to him and run with it

so after dinner, he walks you to your car in the driveway

the sun has just set and the leftover rays cast a purple hue over the sky and over your skin, making Yangyang fall just a little deeper into his feelings

when you say good night, you really hope he stops you 

you really hope he doesn’t let you get into your car

you really hope he doesn’t let you close the door

but he does, and you think you may be receiving mixed signals from him for the past few weeks 

until he knocks on the window of your car

you roll it down, confusion apparent on your face

“yangyang, what’s wrong?”

“uh, n-nothing just... don’t move” he says

he grips the frame of the car with all his might to steady himself, physically and mentally, and leans down through the window 

he places a gentle kiss on your cheek and pulls back to see your reaction

you’re a bit surprised but you quickly bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too hard

and you signal at him to come back to you

you return a kiss on his rosy cheek, mumbling a shy goodnight before rolling up your window and driving away

he touches the small part of his cheek where your lips just were, smiling dumbly as he walks back into the house

he’ll have to thank joy for bringing you to him later

[solllaris]

if our love is wrong — drake walker.

summary: all she wanted was a stress-free end to her night in the wake of the allegations against her, but instead she gets a stolen kiss that only makes things worse. 

pairing: drake/mc, mentions of liam/mc

warnings: drake being self-deprecating, lots and lots of angst, & a brief mention of sexual harassment

word count: 2888

note: this is literally almost 3k of pure angst w very little fluff and i had the time of my life writing it lmao. enjoy ;)

As soon as Maren stepped out into the cool summer air, she could already feel the tension she carried in her shoulders loosen. She let her bare feet carry her along the manicured pathways of Madeleine’s sprawling estate, uncaring that she still donned the elegant blush colored lace dress from earlier in the evening. Although, as she aimlessly wandered through the back garden, she wished she would’ve changed into something less constricting and had more coverage; she’d only been outside for a minute and already she could feel the chill in the light breeze, goosebumps prickling at her skin.

The nighttime air was a nice reprieve for Maren from her newly found courtly life. It was like being transported back to the balcony of her apartment in New York where she would sit most late nights when the city was at its quietest. It wasn’t as clear and calm as Cordonian nights, but it gave her the same sense of tranquility — a feeling of being completely at home and safe.

Maren found herself approaching a fire pit, the bright orange flames practically calling her name. It wasn’t until her naked feet hit the cool cobblestone pavers that she noticed a brooding hulk of a man already occupying one of the cushioned chairs around the pit.

An instantaneous smile broke out on her pretty face and her heart surged in her chest at the sight of Drake sitting with his legs splayed open wide, an elbow on the chair’s armrest and his fingers sliding along his bottom lip—clearly deep in thought about something. She knew how scandalous it would be if the press caught word of Cordonia’s potential queen sneaking off with the newly crowned king’s best friend; quite frankly, as she plopped down in the seat beside him and caught the way his dark eyes followed her every move, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

For a moment, Maren relished in the heat of his gaze and the way it dipped to her swollen lips from her continuously biting them throughout the evening. He never failed to look at her with an intensity that made her spine tingle and all too soon she had to shift her focus onto the flames in front of them; she was fairly certain her entire body would turn into a liquefied mess if she didn’t.

“Am I interrupting your brooding by the fire?” She finally asked, the teasing lilt to her soft tone complimenting the small wry grin on her lips.

A husky chuckle rumbled through Drake’s chest and the hand at his mouth dropped as he moved to lean forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Me? Brooding?” The faux incredulity in his deep voice had him instantly drawing giggles from the woman beside him. The melodic sound made his heart twinge and he tamped down a ridiculous grin, instead settling for the faintest smile. “When am I ever brooding, Parker?”

Maren was pretty sure her eyebrows rose all the way up to her hairline. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

Drake simply reached to retrieve the glass of whiskey on the ground beside his chair to mask his budding amusement. Instead of responding, he raised the glass in her direction as a way of saying ‘touche’ and took a long sip.

The dark-haired girl couldn’t help but let her eyes feast on the exposed skin of his neck as he tipped his head back, utterly entranced by the bobbing of his Adam's apple when he swallowed the smooth alcohol. She was reminded of the way the rough stubble covering his throat felt when she’d nudge under his jaw, her lips dancing over every inch she could in spite of the scraping beginnings of a beard against her skin. God, she really wanted to feel that painfully pleasant drag of stubble on her upper lip again as she kissed him breathless.

“Parker.”

His low, gentle call of her name brought Maren back down to Earth and she blinked to focus her eyes on his. One look at the expression on Drake’s face was enough for her to know he knew exactly what she was thinking.

He dropped his gaze to the nearly empty glass of whiskey in his grasp. He had to pretend to be fascinated by the amber liquid gliding along the solid cubes of ice to distract himself from how badly he wanted to tangle his fingers in her hair and drag his lips down the column of her throat. His grip tightened dangerously around the beverage at the mere thought, knuckles turning white with the force of it. “Lookin’ at me like that could get you into trouble, Parker.”

Before she could stop it, a shiver ripped through her body at the gruff warning in his voice. The domineering growl to the way he spoke had Maren biting back a gasp and swallowing the inexplicable desire to crawl onto his lap, perching herself astride his thick thighs for anyone to see.

A sudden feeling of defeat and exhaustion settled in her bones. She was tired of stealing moments together when no one was around. She was tired of glancing across a crowded ballroom to drink him in, only to find he had hungrily been doing the same. She was tired of sneaking kisses and subtle brushes of fingers in passing. She wanted all of Drake Walker—not bits and pieces that she could only have behind closed doors and her shoulders caved inwards with the weight of forbidden love.

Months of observing Maren Parker had given Drake an affinity for being able to read her like an open book. He immediately picked up on her shift in demeanor, the traces of desire fading from her face and her posture slouched forward. The charged atmosphere between them fizzled into one of melancholy and he had the smallest inkling of a feeling that he knew what was on her mind.

“Hey,” Drake murmured softly, setting his whiskey aside to reach over and pull her chair closer to him. “Careful. Think any harder and you’ll hurt yourself.”

She tried to smile at his attempt to get back to the usual back-and-forth teasing that had become the norm for them, but she just couldn’t. Instead she felt the familiar burn of tears and the bright orange flames in front of her blurred beyond recognition. Once the first one fell, others followed until she was full-on crying from the deep seated unhappiness she’d been feeling since that night in the Beaumont study; it was the night they’d kissed for the very first time, but also the night he’d begun splintering her heart.

“There is no ‘us.’”

The sound of him saying those four words to her was startlingly vivid—like he was screaming them in her ear over the crackling fire. She recalled how badly her chest ached as soon as his deep baritone finished uttering the last syllable. Weeks later, as she now sat outside Madeleine’s estate, it hurt just as badly as it had then.

Swiping at her damp cheeks, Maren became hyper aware of Drake’s knee pressed against hers and she hated herself for the burst of anger she felt towards him. “All of this is complete bullshit and I’m just so tired.” Her voice was weak and watery with unshed tears and her hands shook with the force of her bitterness. “I don’t want to only be with you when no one’s watching. I want to kiss you whenever I want and be seen on your arm when we’re in public and I want the whole damn world to know that I’m fucking falling in love with Drake Walker and I-”

That familiar scratch of stubble on Maren’s upper lip was back as Drake tugged her forward by the back of her head and his lips slotted forcefully between hers. She felt his digits tangling in her loose brunette curls, grasping tightly as his hot tongue slipped into her mouth. It smoothed over her own until all she could taste was the rich, smokey tones from the whiskey he drank and it was intoxicating. So intoxicating, in fact, that she dug her fingers into the rough denim of his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer.

A faint smack registered into the quiet nighttime air in Fydelia when they briefly separated, their puffs of breath tickling the other’s skin fleetingly before their lips came back together. He felt like a man addicted to the most dangerous drug as he tilted his head to taste her deeper, like he couldn’t get enough no matter what. Her tiny whimper into his mouth at his nipping teeth and ravaging tongue drew a groan from somewhere deep in his chest; he wanted to keep kissing her, coaxing more of those little noises from her and he would have...

But then it dawned on him exactly where they were and anyone could see them in their heated embrace and Drake physically tore himself away from her.

“Shit, I’m…” He trailed off with a deep sigh, dragging his palms over his face harshly. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

Maren’s heart tugged painfully—a sensation she was beginning to get used to. The lump forming in her throat was too prominent for her to get even one word out, so she lapsed into silence and felt the beating organ in her chest splinter a little bit more.

The bright red-orange embers that flitted into the blackened, blue toned sky blurred with the pearl shaped tears pooling at her lashes for the second time that night. The throbbing behind her sternum where her heart resided was on the brink of unbearable and when Drake glanced over at her boneless body, slumped in defeat, the ache worsened. She heard his low, throaty curse and saw as he reached out for her from the corner of her eye but she shot out of her chair before he could.

“Don’t touch me,” Maren said weakly, each word shaky and thick with emotion.

Drake’s dark brows pinched together, her demand acting as an agonizing punch to his gut. He hated the way those three words sounded coming from the woman he had no doubt fallen in love with. He hated that he’d been the one making her say them. As he stared at her from across the fire, he despised himself the most.

“Parker,” He breathed and reached out to her. “Baby, please c’mere.”

She pressed the tips of her fingers to the damp tracks of tears on her cheeks, carefully wiping them away and vehemently shook her head. “I, um—” She paused to swallow the gigantic growing lump in her throat. “I think coming out here was a mistake. I guess you were right about there being no ‘us.’”

Just before  she turned sharply on her heel, she caught the pained look in his deep brown eyes that turned a molten, melted chocolate color in the light of the fire. The entire trek to her quarters her thoughts were filled with melted chocolate and the smokey taste of whiskey.

He didn’t follow her.

Sinking further into the luxuriously silky bed sheets, Maren wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. More than anything she wanted Drake to just completely surrender to his feelings and let himself fall with no restraints. She was tired of him fighting it, tired of the dance they were doing around each other when all she wanted to do was fall without abandon. But she couldn’t because the man she was falling for wasn’t the one she was supposed to be with.

It should’ve been Liam; he was the epitome of a loving-kindness that took Maren’s breath sometimes. He was a gentleman, always considerate of her feelings with each and every word thought out with care before he spoke. He was gentle, touching her with an impeccable care that said more than any conjurable words could ever convey. He was quite literally the perfect man and she should’ve been head over heels for him.

But she wasn’t. It was never Liam—even from that moment at her work all those months ago when she’d waited on their table at his bachelor party.

It wasn’t Liam. It was his surly best friend that had a knack for sarcasm, snarky remarks, and all things denim. It was always Drake. It always would be Drake.

Maren didn’t realize she was crying for the third time until her shoulders shook and the taste of salt permeated her tongue. They dripped down the tip of her nose when she turned her face further into the satin pillowcase and onto her over-sized sleep shirt, leaving behind a dark patch on the material. The volume of her cries almost masked the soft knocking on the other side of her door and she immediately muffled them with her pillow; that is until her ears were met with a low, husky voice that she was all too familiar with.

Drake had his forehead rested on the wooden door, his heart thrumming painfully at the sound of his girl crying. “Baby,” He said, only just loud enough for Maren to hear him through the wood, and sighed heavily. He let his forehead smack against the door once in self-hatred. “I’m sorry, okay? Please open the door.”

Sheets rustling came from her side and he rose up slightly, one of his forearms coming up to rest on the door frame in anticipation. Instead of the door opening, he heard her voice ring out clearly from inside the bedroom.

“Why?” She sounded so small and defeated and Drake hated it. “So you can kiss me again and tell me what a huge mistake it was?”

With a quick check to make sure the corridors were clear and that he was truly alone, he murmured, “Kissing you has never been a mistake to me, Parker.”

He barely caught her nearly inaudible scoff. “You sure haven’t acted like it.”

Growing increasingly frustrated, a low growl bubbled up from the back of his throat and he wiggled the doorknob irritatedly. “Open the damn door, Parker.”

As upset and angry as she was, Maren couldn’t deny the overwhelming part of her that just wanted to fall into his arms and slip back into their typical ways; she hated that their ‘typical’ was sneaking out of balls together or stolen moments at the end of a long day at court, but it was all they had for now. She had to accept that the time simply wasn’t right for them to come out as a couple yet — especially in the wake of the allegations against her.

So she swallowed her pride and opened the door.

An unmistakable sense of vulnerability bloomed in her chest as he drank in her pink cheeks, tear-soaked lashes, and baggy t-shirt that had a hole in the material at the neckline. It was a state he’d seen her in only once — the night at Applewood Manor when Tariq had put his hands on her in what was supposed to be the privacy of her own room. The rush of déjà vu that washed over Drake rekindled the way his gut had twisted painfully from seeing her so...fragile and dejected—exactly the way she looked as he gazed down at her now in her ratty t-shirt.

Maren ducked her head and turned her back on him, unable to face him while he studied her with such intensity and tenderness. She heard his heavy footfalls entering the room and the subtle click of the door latching shut behind him; she almost smiled at how fitting it was that he always walked so loudly, even though it was the most inappropriate time to be amused. With his towering height and broad frame, it only made sense and she found that endearing.

Goosebumps prickled at her skin as she felt him draw closer to her and then came a barely there brush of his knuckles from the hem of her shirt’s sleeve, down to her elbow and back up. Warm breath tickled at the slope of her neck when he dipped his head down lower; his lips grazed the shell of her ear and she felt every limb in her body grow taut, anticipating his next move or words.

“You’ve never been a mistake to me, Parker.” Drake’s lips skimmed the curve of her neck, down to where her neck bled into her shoulder and she shivered as he spoke against the skin there. “You never will be a mistake to me.”

A swell of emotion sprouted inside Maren and the force of it rendered her speechless. In lieu of words, she slowly turned back towards him and she really, truly could’ve cried a fourth time at the adoration in his eyes but she decided to kiss him instead.

So pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes and with a hand curled around the back of his head, she pulled him down to meet her halfway in a searing kiss. It might’ve been wrong to everyone in the royal court, but to her nothing in the world felt more right than his fingers cradling her jaw and the sweet scrape of his stubble on her chin.

If it was so wrong then Maren Parker never wanted to be right.