#I wanted to make the braid thing but urgh

[popping-greenbean]

hello I am here to appreciate your art thoroughly like I’ve been meaning to for weeks and am finally actually doing here we go 

this is my favorite of your recent works and the only thing I can think about when this image is in front of me is (well, my brain turns to mush in awe mostly) but THE SHAPES. i will now point out all my favoritest little details because I’m obsessed w your art

first we have poofs. these shapes make my brain so happy it’s like my favorite shape ever and that’s why I love Venti’s design so much AND YOU JUST MAKE THAT EVEN BETTER!!!! 

like just look at that perfect curve!! it’s so pointy in it’s roundness and it’s so voluminous and just the epitome of *poof*

your clothing fold lines are also incredible the convey so much while being so simple it makes me rrrrhwhrhbwbsbnsnfnf this sleeve in particular

and can we talk about how you do the corset shape. PLEASE can we talk about it my brain goes nuts for it because like corsets are stiff and they bend strongly AND THE ANGLE OF THIS LINE!!!

ITS SO SHAPED!!!!!! and the crease I can do distinctly imagine this sharp bend making in the material of the corset uuuuuuuuwhdhsnnfndnf urgh I love art so much I love artists so much I love thinking about art and shapes so m

next I have to focus on how amazingly you shape legs and your anatomy in general because. just look how gorgeous????

the shape of the knee. the smooth transition from knee all the way down to ankle the way the ankle bones are shaped, EVERYTHING. I am obsessed. I am GOING to do a study of your style one day I swear your style makes me so happy and your anatomy and how you stylize your shapes is everything I want in my art which I why I have so much to say 

anyway a moment to appreciate this little guy and especially this shape 

yes it may be just one line and a scribbly one at that but it is so. shaped (apparently that is the only word in my vocabulary but like what other way is there to describe it. it’s like a really nice texture but for my eyes it makes my autistic brain so very happy) and also his eyes and his face in general look so cute and squishy here I want to bite his cheeks

and can we take a moment to talk about these wings. I am in so much awe at how gorgeously shaped and detailed these are I want to stare at them for literal hours I’m not even joking I absolutely could and would

I’m also soooo obsessed with your expressions grins like this one are my favorite ever I swear and yours are so shshhdjsncjfkwjfnfnf

okay I only have room for one more image on this ask and I’m saving it so I’ll just mention how much I love the way you shape Venti’s braids without an image to accompany it. they’re so flowy and you can tell they are actively being blown by the wind at all times and I love with all my heart did i mention I love your art

OKAY!! last image is to mention my probably favorite piece of yours of all time you have no idea how often I think about this image I have so much to say about it

this Heizou spread right here. THIS!!!! IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!! what I adore about your style is that you can so easily do both very squishy chibis and more realistic and more detailed in anatomy and stuff while still being very stylized and it’s so clearly the same artist and ough. I want that so bad when I stumbled on you it was insane because somehow your art is everything I wanted for my style (mostly in terms of anatomy and expressions and things you are SO cool) and now I can study your art!!!! (also I don’t want to sound like I’m gonna go copy your art style I just love a lot of the elements you put in your style and I really want to learn from you and how you stylize so :] thanks for being on the internet where I can see your amazing work because every time I do I’m reminded of how much I love art!!!!! and I have so much love and appreciation for you you have no idea) also that shoe is gorgeous and so shaped and your hands are so pretty they make me want to trace the shapes with my eyes and make weird little gremlin noises in happiness 

alright that has been me thoroughly appreciating your art!!!!! I will continue to adore you probably from afar and through way too deranged tags because I’m shy but anyway one last I love you and your art okay bye

HELLO I OPENED THIS UP AND I WAS SO SURPRISED AT HOW IN DEPTH THIS IS HI THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING I'VE EVER EXPERIENCED????? WHAT OMG THANK YOU SO SO MUCH ??

no bc like literally all the things you've pointed out are some of the things i especially love to do when drawing characters!!! i love folding and creasing fabric to emphasize a pose, i love the complex elegance of muscle shapes on bone structure of the body, i love drawing facial expressions!!! and your wonderful detailed remarks being done on a page of venti drawings i did makes me so happy too frfr because even though i've sort of moved away from genshin-posting here, he's a character that i've really loved and loved to draw since the start, and all the things you've commented on from this page are little things that i had at some point made conscious decisions to do when i draw venti in particular fjdjhghh little things like the hair and clothing never falling straight down bc i want it to seem like hes always moving or drifting or theres always a little breeze surrounding him! and giving him rlly big smiles and expressive faces because of how wide his range of emotions is in the story and his voices !! and wings and feathers are things that i'm constantly doodling and messing around with in my sketchbook so it .im just :)) reading this has made me feel very warm and fuzzy inside and like actually i cant thank you enough for taking the time to just?? do all this??? ;o; not what i expected to see today

#ooops sorry i just made this post even longer #but like tumblr user sinhasfluffyheadfur???this is definitely one of the nicest things ive ever experienced when it comes to #when it comes to comments on my art and ur insane /POS #i know i've still got plenty of ways to grow here so ;) thanks also for boosting my confidence a lil #and straight up youre inspiring me now to keep drawing and improving so again thank you

[samstree]

Wedding Night Blues

A curse against sex on a wedding night. Jaskier copes, and Geralt helps. (Ace!Geralt, 1.3k ☆ AO3)

“Rude! So rude!” Jaskier pushes open the door to their bedroom, banging it against the wall. “On my wedding, no less. My wedding!”

Geralt follows right behind, steadying the door and closing it gently. He sighs, pausing as Jaskier paces across the room several times, his cheeks flushed with anger.

“It was our wedding, Jask.”

With that, Jaskier stops in his tracks, looking up at Geralt. Frantic energy simmers behind his eyes, mixed with frustration.

“Yes,” he answers, crossing the room to take Geralt’s hands. “It’s our wedding day. Ours. We are supposed to be utterly consumed by marital bliss, and nothing else. It’s our day.” At that, Jaskier softens ever so slightly, before letting out a disgusted noise. “Urgh, and now it’s all ruined by that old, joyless wizard. Who would crash someone’s wedding party and cast a curse against sex? Seriously, what kind of a rude bastard does that?”

Jaskier mumbles a few more curses, completely overcome with annoyance at the unexpected guest near the end of the ceremony. Geralt simply holds his hands, waiting patiently for the rant to finish.

The medallion hums faintly against Geralt’s chest, reminding him of the magic cast upon them. He nearly didn’t recognize it at first, being the opposite of another common curse—forced sex with the threat of death. That one would have been a much more heinous deal, a complete disregard of the subject’s will, and forbidden in nearly all of the courts.

This curse, however, only means they cannot have sex tonight.

And tonight just so happens to be their wedding night.

Perhaps, it is indeed a bit inconvenient, Gerealt reckons.

“Cockblocked on my wedding night! With that sick spell of his and those evil laughs. They were not even good laughs! We’ve met villains with much better laughs.” Jaskier goes on, and on. “That was so rude. At least, he should’ve had the courtesy to practice that laugh a little before coming here. And, Geralt, did I mention how rude it was?”

Jaskier’s cheeks are bloated red. Smoke could be coming out of his ears.

Geralt resists the urge to tease. “You did.”

A glare lands on him nonetheless. Jaskier lets go of Geralt’s hands, crossing his arms. “Why must you make enemies with the rude ones?”

Blinking, Geralt realizes he’s become the target of Jaskier’s ire too.

“It’s better than the deadly ones?” Not sure what to do, he sighs. “I didn’t do anything.”

It must be the gentle tone that relaxes Jaskier, because his shoulders drop a little. If anything, Geralt knows how to calm his bard when he’s spiraling—his husband, now.

So he closes the distance between them slowly, placing a hand behind Jaskier’s back, guiding him towards the bed. It’s a big, luxurious thing, mounted with blankets and soft pillows. They sink into the mattress at the edge.

“No, it wasn’t your fault. I’m angry with that sad, pathetic mage who has never known love and acts out on jealousy.” Jaskier takes a deep breath, and then another. “He just couldn’t stand how happy we are.”

“We are.” Geralt pulls Jaskier close, so his body is slumped against his. “I am. So incredibly happy.”

Jaskier runs a hand through his hair, crumpling the small daisies nestled in his braids. “I’m not mad at you, just frustrated,” he says. “It’s our wedding night. I was expecting to get lucky, is all.”

“Hmm, and what if I didn’t want to?” Geralt asks softly, picking out the crushed petals one after another. “What if it’s one of those days?”

He only asks half-heartedly as a comfort for Jaskier, but the hypothesis is not without truth underneath it.

On some days, all Geralt wants is to fall asleep holding Jaskier. On some days, sex seems like an insurmountable task. He’s different, from Jaskier at least, who always looks at him with desire burning behind those blue eyes.

On other days, the want grows within his ribcage. When there’s sunlight on Jaskier’s smile and patience in his voice, Geralt is consumed by all the love that whispers Jaskier’s name with every slow beat of his witcher heart. On those days, he shows all the love with touch, with the gentle press of lips, with the intimacy in the act of sex, and he knows Jaskier sees him.

Jaskier always sees him. Jaskier is always safe.

“Oh.” Upon hearing the question, Jaskier looks up. His expression changes completely, all annoyance gone in an instant. “That’s fine, then. It’s alright if you don’t want to, darling, you know this. It wasn’t meant as—well, I didn’t mean to pressure you. I just thought you did want to, tonight.” He watches Geralt closely. “Did you? Because it’s okay. I won’t mention it again if you don’t.”

Something in Geralt aches.

“I did,” he answers. “I wanted to. It’s our night. I want to make you happy.”

A small, understanding smile tugs at Jaskier’s lips. He waits for Geralt’s answer patiently, sitting on their wedding bed, dressed in a midnight blue doublet, embroidered with a subtle pattern of wolves at the hem.

“Yeah?”

Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand and presses a kiss to his palm. “Yeah.”

Jaskier’s lips purse into a small pout. “It’s all pointless now. We are trapped in this sexless hell.”

“Only for a day. We are still here tomorrow.”

The ribbon that bound their hands and the rings marking their fingers make sure of it.

“It’s still unfair. It seems so much harder for me than it is for you. Pun fully intended,” Jaskier whines. “I want you, darling. I had plans to take care of you tonight. Please tell me it’s just as hard for you.”

Geralt smiles at his ridiculous bard. “It’s just as hard for me.”

“Thank you,” Jaskier sighs, “for lying.”

“Not lying. Want you so much.” Geralt hums, resting his forehead against Jaskier’s, eyes closed. “Love you,” he whispers the secret.

“Oh,” Jaskier’s breath hitches. “I love you too.”

They exhale in unison, letting the weight of the day fade away.

We don’t need sex to be close, Jaskier once promised him. I just need you to be here, and be okay.

He’s always okay when it’s Jaskier’s hands touching him, Jaskier’s heart loving him.

Geralt breathes through all the love that wraps around him in safety, overwhelming him, drowning him in utter bliss. He cups Jaskier’s cheek and takes in the beautiful sight of his bard, his small smile. He can’t help leaning in for a kiss.

“What are you doing?” A finger stops him by the lips, but Jaskier’s smile grows. “Curse, remember?”

“Hmm, we can still kiss,” Geralt coaxes. “Just one kiss.”

Jaskier groans. “It’s never just one kiss if it’s you. You know your effect on me. I’ll get all hot and bothered and it’s going to be a danger to our lives.”

“We’ll risk it.”

Despite the playfulness, Geralt kisses Jaskier carefully. He catches Jaskier’s soft lips into a chaste kiss, and another, and another. He keeps it feather-light, never pushing for more, only to let Jaskier melt under his attention. The small, peppering kisses continue until they are both humming with quiet contentment.

Geralt pulls away, opening his eyes to find Jaskier with a dreamy look on his face.

“Hey, husband.”

“Hey,” Jaskier breathes. “I misspoke. Perhaps, I did get lucky today.”

“Did you?”

Jaskier’s grin stretches so wide it takes over his whole face. There’s so much joy when he looks at Geralt, growing as the seconds go by. It’s hard to imagine him being angry just a few minutes ago, troubled by something that seems distantly inconsequential now.

“Mm-hmm. I really lucked out with this one right here.” He pinches Geralt’s cheek gently. “I have a best friend and a husband in the same person, and I got to marry him today.”

That, Geralt can relate to.

“Hmm. Very lucky indeed. What will you do with him, now that you have him?”

Jaskier winks mischievously, bringing Geralt into his arms. The faint smell of daisies lingers in the air, and Geralt burrows right into it. He holds his best friend and husband, and never wants to leave their little pocket of happiness.

“I believe,” Jaskier answers, smiling as he kisses Geralt’s forehead, “more cuddling is in order. It’s our wedding night, after all.”

#geraskier #geraskier fic #asexual geralt #allo jaskier #relationship negotiation #kind of

[shipmistress9]

Some Things Will Never Change

Fandom: Fourth Wing -- The Empyrean

Pairing: Xaden/Violet -- Riorgail

Rating: Teen

Summary: Just a soft morning, years after the events of the books.

. o O o .

It’s early morning as I stand at the large window in our living room and gaze out at the land around us, a hot mug of coffee warming my hands. Soft grass-covered hills with dew glistening in the morning sunlight, broken apart by rough cliffs. To the left, I can just see the entrance to the cave our dragons live in, and in the distance, the wide ocean is beckoning, the sound of the waves sometimes audible even from up here. It’s beautiful, and even after all these years, I’m still stunned that we made it this far.

I feel Xaden behind me even before his hands wrap around my waist, his warmth against my back, and he lowers his head to place a soft kiss to where my neck and shoulder meet.

“Morning, love of my life.”

I chuckle, both at his words and at the way his sleep-rough voice sends a shiver down my spine, setting my body alight in an instance. How does he still do that?

“Morning,” I hum back at him, tilting my head to give him better access. My eyes flutter shut as he trails a path of kisses up my neck, lingering on that spot at the side of my throat that aways makes my knees go weak before moving further, his breath tickling behind my ear. “It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

Xaden grunts in affirmation, but I don’t think he meant the view. I’m not sure I did, either. I lean back against his chest, all but melting against him as his hands roam up my sides and I turn my head to seek his lips with mine. It’s a slow kiss, full of emotions and tenderness. It’ll change soon, I know it, but for the moment it is everything I ever wanted, this closeness, the assurance that there will always be a ‘we’, that until the end of our days, we won’t be separated.

His hands tighten, the emotions overflowing through our bond. It’s nearly enough to bring tears to my eyes, and I lift my hand to bury my fingers in his soft hair, to hold him close, to feel as our lips part, our tongues meeting in that dance they know all too well.

“Urgh, really? Before breakfast? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Xaden’s lips twitch into a grin, mirrored by my own, before we part and look over at where Liam just left his bedroom. At now twelve years old and after his latest growth spurt, he looks exactly like a younger—and much lankier—version of Xaden. Well, except for the eyes. Those, he got from me, and when he’s happy, the blue in them outshines the brown, as if his name-sake is smiling back at us through our son.

“Of course, before breakfast,” Lilith pipes up at her older brother from behind him, yawning as she rubs her eyes. “Didn’t you get used to that by now?” She trudges over into the kitchen, strands of her long brown hair sticking in every direction from where they escaped her messy night braid.

Liam grunts and rolls his eyes, following her to help set the table. “You’d think they eventually get past that stage,” he grumbles.

“Evidently not,” Lilith says in her currently standard know-it-all tone, sounding a little exasperated.”

I can’t help but smile, at their exchange but also at how Xaden’s hands move down to curl around my round belly. “He’s right, you know?” I turn in Xaden’s arms, my hands resting on his chest. “You’d think we eventually get past this stage…” This stage where all I can see and think about is him, where everything else stops existing the moments he enters a room. Where my heart and soul belong to him, entirely, irrevocably, forever.

And of course, it changed. Our two—soon three—children hold an equal share of our affection. And yet…

“I hope it never changes,” Xaden purrs into my mind, his lips finding mine again. “This craziness between us. The fire. I never want it to end.”

I chuckle. “Same…”

“Besides,” he mumbles against my lips, his arms holding me close. “I told you so the first night we spent together, and so many times since then. I’ll never get enough of you.”

. o O o .

AN: I was in dire need of some fluff. Hope someone enjoys. 😊

**Inspired by a comment from my own 12yo 😆**

#Riorgail #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #fanfiction #fluff #iron flame spoilers #fourth wing #iron flame #rebecca yarros #the empyrean

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena Reactions S2Ep18

Xena wants foooood!

Gabrielle wants to go shoppinggggg XD

Oh they'll kidnap Gabrielle aren't they

She bought a scarf for two dinars

AAAAH. THEY KIDNAPPED GABRIELLE

Gabrielle 🤝 Jenny Getting kidnapped :(

"Because I killed her, Xena" OI DON'T MAKE HER THAT ANGRY

Xena is ready for a fightttt

Who even is this guy... Am I supposed to know him? He seems to know about Draco and Callisto

Dude, stop damaging the stalls. You're gonna pay for all that

"What did you do with Gabrielle" Attack dog

He's delusional

"You got thirty seconds to tell me where she is"

Oh this guy is fucking annoying. Stab his guts. Slice open his balls.

OH SHIT. IS SHE ALLERGIC TO THE OIL.

I wish this show had no men in it

NOOOO XENA WANTS HER WIFEY BACKKKKK

uhhhh... Why is there a portrait of Gabrielle...

Ew this is disgusting. DON'T SELL WOMEN TO GROSS MEN.

Ahdhdhdhd SHE LOOKS AT THE COCK OF THE STATUE

URGH FFS... Can dudes stop being like that to women

"I don't respond well to threats. However, I find pain quite persuasive..." 😂

SHIT IS SHE GOING BLIND. Yup

Key between the boobs 👀

"No but I'm in a hurry and you'll be my eyes"

"And she's not going to like this forced marriage thing"

STOP INSULTING HER!???

"I CAN'T I WON'T" "Hungry, my queen?" "Oh a few grapes..." XD

Well... Blind for life? I mean, Gabrielle can be her eyes

"That must be one friend..." 🏳️‍🌈💕

"You commanded respect" "No, I commanded fear"

Oh no...

"Lady Gabrielle" THE GUY COMING OUT-

Boobrielle- did they push her boobs to be bigger?

Her braid and hair looks pretty tho

Hmmmmm I don't like this

Oh they'll fall

XENA. SHE JUST DROPPED HERSELF

She's fine(ish)

Urgh this dude is getting on my nerves

PLS HER WRIST GOING LIMP. GAY

Yeah they're really pushing her boobs...

"Have you ever been in love?"

"a certain someone" oh he's queer isn't he.

"Now you know how I feel" XENA.

"Those aren't pleasant memories for me" SHE'S HAVING PTSD MOMENTS MY BABYGIRL

Gabrielle my love

"Cold hands" he's dead.

"Because all the men I get serious about end up dead" shfhshss

THEY WANT HER TO FUCKING DIE??? URGHHH

Xena climbing a wall blind ✌️

SHE TOSSED THE SHAKRAM

"Is your friend really worth all this?" "I'd die for her" Average lesbian relationship idk what you mean

Yea he's trying to pull the alpha male shit

Shfdhdhd the propped up king

Ough and Gabrielle tied up

"Give us a sign" Blergh. Xena will fucking murder him

"Your deadness"

Urgh leave Gabrielle ALOOONEEEEE

"You're right, this place is crawling with guards"

UARGHHHH!!! STOPPPPP

"She and the king are to be cremated" NUGHH Xena is so worried for her gf

Noooo, the guy realised she can't see

She's fighting by ear...

ARGH SOMEONE HELP GABRIELLE

"GABRIELLE HANG ON" "xena" STOPPPPPP

"GABRIELLE GABRIELLE GABRIELLE"

THEY'RE HUGGING AND CRYING

"I have that growing in my garden" shdhfd

GABRIELLE GENTLY TILTING HER FACE AND CLEARING HER EYES

"now that's a sight for sore eyes"

From a disability rep point I'd appreciate them not treating blindness as a THE MOST HORRIBLE FATE EVER

Awww he actually learned something...

"I think I'm gonna PRETEND to be good for a while"

AHAHAHAAA I CALLED THE GUY IS GAYYYY XDDD

"Can you courtesy?" 😂 I mean she learned for pretending to be Diana, didn't she

"I hate you. In a good way" 🏳️‍🌈

#v watches xena #xena and gabrielle #xena warrior princess #xena #gabrielle

[kiruamon]

Prison AU 2

Like promised the second part of this au!:D

Let's start with Oz's first day in prison!

"Hey dipshit! Listen carefully. From today, you are mine. I can do whatever I want with you. That means if I say jump, you jump. If I need a punching bag or a doormat, you'll gladly taking it. No complaints. Or else you'll be really sorry. Do you understand me?"

Too afraid to raise his voice, Oz just nodded as he silently hoped to survive the next 24 hours.

_

Well Oz survived his first days in prison, but things were still rough.

"Out of my way diphead!"

Without further warning, Oz was pushed out of the way by Damien and landed face-first on the floor. So this was how the rest of his future would look during his stay here? … Great… He'd probably better get used to it quickly.

_

Aaaand a scenario I already mentioned in part 1!

"So. Say. Why did they bust you here? Tax fraud? Pickpocketing? Run a red light?"

"… lack of a surname," Oz answered hesitantly, not daring to move even an inch as long as the demon was still resting his elbows on him.

Silence followed his answer.

"…"

"Pfffh. Kekekekeke! You can't be fucking serious! That's the most idiotic thing I've heard since Dave from cell 7 tried to flush himself down the toilet to escape! Spoiler. It didn't work."

_

It is unavoidable that Oz encounters the other prisoners from time to time which aren't the nicest company there is. And in times like these, Oz is pretty thankful that Damien is keeping an eye on him.

"W-why… did you… help me?"

"It's obvious, isn't it? If any of these shitheads mess with my property, I have to show them their place. Simple as that. Plus, I really can't stand those fuckers."

"O-Ooooh… "

"What's with the long face all of a sudden? Did you thought… Urgh! Whatever! Listen. If you don't want any trouble with the others, just stay close to me."

"O-okay… "

_

Over time Oz becomes a bit braver when interacting with a certain spicy red adult. Damien on the other hand is not sure what to think of that.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Stop touching me!"

It must had been ages since anyone had last touched him without the intention of ramming a fist into his face or stomach. Damien was almost about to push the guy away, but damn, feeling the cool hand gently stroking his forehead and head actually felt goo- no! No it didn't! Fuck was that irritating!

"Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to… ", Oz stammered, before withdrawing his hand in a hurry. "I… was… just wondering what… what kind of face you're making," but just touching Damien to brush the demon's hair aside without first asking him was - of course - going too far and… And… Damien looked less angry than he had expected. Rather confused than angry. And… why were both his cheeks and the tips of his ears so pink? How strange. Could it be tha-

But before Oz could finish his thought, Damien suddenly screamed so loudly that it made him jump. With noisy steps, the demon stomped away to the corner of the cell farthest from him, crouched down and scowled at him through his long hair. … okay, yeah, nevermind his stupid hunch, he would be dead by tomorrow for sure.

_

Oz suggests Damien to braid his hair. Damien can't bring himself to say no to him, even if he doesn't understand why. Could be because of the noob's stupid and all sparkly white eyes when Oz suggests his idea to him.

"They're so long."

"Hadn't got much of a choice. The fuckers don't give me scissors or other sharp stuff. Otherwise I would have shortened it long ago."

"For real? … And yet you take such good care of it." Oz thought Damien's long hair looked lovely. But maybe he shouldn't say that out loud.

"Oh, shut up," Damien grumbled, before he muttered more quietly to himself: "… why do I even let you have your way with me?"

_

With Damien being the troublemaker that he is, and despite being a great brawler even the prince of hell sometimes gets into fights that are too much for him alone to handle. Also: Oz can be surprisingly protective when necessary.

"Stay away! Not one step closer! This is your last warning."

"… very well… If this is your final decision, I won't hold back any longer."

_

After Damien was patched up Oz was more than a little relieved to see him back in their cell.

"I-I… I'm so… so glad you're b-better again!" sobbed the giant noob in front of him so badly that Damien had a hard time understanding the exact words, while big tears rolled endlessly down his cellmate's cheeks.

What the fuck was going on? How was he supposed to deal with this? He wasn't used to someone bursting into fucking tears over him! At least not like this. Why… why did the noob even cared about him… ?

"Stop whining already! It wasn't even that big of a deal." Seriously. A big guy like that, and then such a crybaby.

But maybe he deserved some praise. Just this once.

"You know. For being such a coward, you didn't fight too bad." Damn was it hard to reach for Oz's head! But with a little stretching Damien somehow managed to pat his head.

"No need to look so surprised. If necessary, even I can express a little gratitude."

_

Let's say... after that they become more comefortable around each other.

Yeah, not much to say about this sketch. Just some hand holding while sleeping.<3

_

Also, there was that weird day when Oz accidentally got some changing clothes in the wrong size and instead of walking around with a top that was too small to fit, he decided to shrink himself a bit.

"Wait. What… no, wait… huh? What the heck is going on with you? Why are you suddenly so… so… small? Did they wash you too hot or…?" What kind of absurd game was being played here?

"Haha… haaaah… sorry... I probably should have mentioned it sooner. I guess you could say that I… that I can change my appearance? At least to some extent? Sort of. Oh my, this has gotten really weird… "

_

Oz loves Damien's fluffy hair. Very much.

"Argh! I said you can touch it, not that you can use it as your fucking pillow!"

"Just one more minute, please! It's soooo soft~ " He could do that all day if Damien would let him!

_

It kind of became a habit. Which gradually lessened Damien's loud protests.

Damien: *just thinking* //He is doing it again! I have to do something about this! Now! ... okay, maybe five more minutes. But then... then... urgh... When did the Noob become so bold? Or did I lost my spite? Nah, can't be.//

_

And there are these days when Damien just needs someone to listen to him and is very grateful for Oz being there.

"I hate this place." "I hate not having a way out." "I hate all these stupid assholes who think they can do whatever they want to me." "I'm Damien fucking LaVey! Not some little gangster." "I hate that I've been stuck in this fucking shithole for two years without knowing how my dads are doing…. " "I hate that I can't stop wondering if they even remember me… "

"I'm sure they do," Oz replied more confidently than he perhaps should be. But after everything he'd already heard from Damien about his parents, it just had to be the case. For several days now, his mind had been rattling. Various ideas, which promised a chance of escape. For his new friend. There was no way he would leave Damien alone in this prison. Never.

_

Sometimes Oz will ask Damien for a little favor.

"And it's truly no problem?"

"Nah. And at least like this, I get the chance to tower over you for a while."

What a relief. He just missed the contact with his friends. Hugging them or just sitting comfortably together with them. So he was glad that Damien understood and fulfilled his surely weird request without much questions. It simply felt good to be held in his arms. To feel some warmth. Oz was glad for having Damien by his side. And not simply as a substitute for his friends. Over time, he had really grown to like the arson-loving prince. A soft chuckle escaped his mind. "Yeah, right. Thanks Damien~"

"No more thanks. I get it. Sometimes you just need a little closeness."

Yeah, that was true.

_

Aaaand for the finish. Damien finally gets his revenge on Oz! Wait. What?

"Hah! Take that! This is my revenge for all your cheeky moves! Quiet now, aren't you? And don't even think that I'm done with you yet. I told you on your first day, remember? You are mine. And what's once mine, I never give back."

Was it bad that he didn't minded Damien's so-called revenge? That the idea of more made his heart beat faster and faster? He could get used to this feeling.

_

Hope you had as much fun with this as I had!;)

#prison au #monster prom au #monster prom damien #damien lavey #oz yellow #monster prom oz #monster prom #ozmien #oz x damien #damien x oz #traditional drawing #sketches #my art #do not reupload #they are just so stupidly cute #I love all the different faces I could draw for Damien in this au #also Oz showing his mouth a little more openly in this au #Will there be more to come? Well... I have no plans for a part 3.

[countrymusiclover]

37 - Battle Celebration

Part 38

Fire OF A Stark

@dragonixfrye

By the time the morning had returned over Winterfell castle everything was silent and the ground was covered with the bodies that had fallen during the long battle. Joanna’s wings were flapping lazily when we headed towards the ground. The snow gets pushed around when her claws hit the ground. Scanning over the battlefield I could feel a nervous pit in my stomach searching for Jaime. “Come on girl. We need to find him…Jaime!”

“Lynesse…urgh…Little dragon!” Whipping my head around I heard his voice come across the field. Climbing down off her saddle Joanna made a noise when I started running as fast as my legs could carry me seeing the golden hair and green eyes coming straight towards me.

Jaime halted in his tracks doing the best to catch me when I fling my arms around his body. We fell onto the snow clinging onto one another for dear life. “You are never allowed to fight anymore battles, do you understand me? You are supposed to remain by my side and not do anything reckless ever again Jaime Lannister.”

“Believe me, little dragon. I don’t intend on fighting anymore. There shouldn’t be any more battles after this one. The only thing you and I should worry about is us and our daughter.” He declares where I broke the hug getting to my feet offering my hand for him to take and he does where I grunted pulling him up to stand.

Wrapping my arms around his neck once more I sighed in relief. He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me into his chest. He rested his forehead against mine hearing someone coming our direction. "Thank the gods that you two made it. I don't think I could have been a great father to Rhea. I am planning on being the fun drunk uncle Tyrion."

"Tyrion. Rhea..thank the gods." I stepped forward taking her from my brother in law's arms. Cradling her in my arms my eyes lifted back up to the castle where we all headed back inside. There was a beautiful sound of laughter that filled the halls of my former home. Slipping on a change of clothes I was wearing a gray tunic and some trousers. My hair was in two separate braids falling over my shoulders and my sword was attached to my hip even though there shouldn’t be any more battles to fight…you can never be too careful though.

Holding my daughter on my knee I bounced her up and down making her giggle. It hurt my heart to know that the last time there was laughter here was when the Stark family was still whole. "We will have you splashing in the water in the days to come, Rhea. I used to jump from the highest rock and into the water below with no ounce of fear. You shall too, my little lioness-dragon." Jaime explained tickling his daughter on the bottom of her feet making her giggle.

"And I remember once that you told me that you wouldn't be a good father." I teased him raising my glass of wine seeing Brienne and Tyrion walking over to us.

Tyrion slides in on the other side of the table sitting beside his brother. He pours himself a tall glass of wine sliding the wine over to the others wanting them to join in. “I have a drinking game that I enjoy. Let’s play that.”

Jaime nodded, pouring some for the First Lady knight of the Seven kingdoms. “We fought dead things and lived to talk about it. If this isn't the time to drink, when is?”

One of Jon’s men that was raised over the wall raises his glass causing everyone in the room to cheer beside him. “To the Dragon Queen!”

“To Arya Stark, the hero of Winterfell!” Daenerys raised her cup mentioning my younger sister who wasn’t in the room but she was rather out in the stables practicing her archery skills. She had managed to kill the Night King so now she was the greatest hero ever.

My brother in law turned to me explaining the rules of the game he apparently invented. “Here’s how it works. I will make a statement about your past. If I’m wrong I drink and if I am right you drink….you were trained how to sword fight by your brother Robb and Jon Snow.”

“Darn you Lannister.” I mutter drinking from my cup being the first to go. “Jaime’s turn.”

He pressed his lips together staring at Brienne. “Um...You are an only child.”

“I told you I was.” She knitted her brows.

He fought back. “You didn't.”

She shook her head. “I did.”

“I surmised it.” He waved his hand pointing his finger at her.

“Drink.” Tyrion raised his cup to his brother. “Go again.”

“Why does he get to go again?” She grumbled at the dwarf.

He crossed his arms over his chest, smirking.“Because it's my game.”

Rhaenyra reached for the cup in my hand so I held it away from her making her whine. Bending my head down I hummed the song that Sansa had taught me knowing it calmed her down. Jaime smiled in my direction finding that the torch light made your white hair almost glow giving him an idea when the three of you traveled. “You have danced with Renly Baratheon.”

Tyrion declared seeing that she looked at her squire Poddtrick who smiled. “Drink.”

“You kissed someone before Jaime?” She asked me making me lift my cup pretending that she was right but I pointed towards her smirking.

She glared at me drinking again trying to think of something. “Hmm..you once tried to cut your hair to look like a man, but Lady Catelyn was furious when she found out.”

“Fine.” I take a drink from my cup knowing she was right. I hadn’t told anyone but you could see parts of my hair were shorter than the others meaning I had layers from the incident.

It was an hour later and the game was still going on. Tyrion was leaning against the back of his chair tapping his fingers on the table watching his little niece. “Mm! You were married. Before Sansa.” She asked him suddenly.

“Drink.” Jaime pointed his finger at his brother's chest. The three of us watched the dwarf drink a long sip from his cup.

Tyrion shifted in his seat moving his gaze between his brother and I. Sucking in a breath I had no clue who he was going to talk about or what he would say. “You have thought about having more children since your birth of Rhaenyra.”

“Tyrion…that doesn’t count.” I blushed as red as the Lion banner. Jaime nudged me with his arm accidentally giving me the opportunity to see that my husband was blushing too yet he had that cheeky smirk on his face at the same time.

He cleared his throat moving his gaze downward to our daughter seeing that she was messing with her uncle Tyrion’s beard. “Tyrion…would you mind watching her for a little while?”

“You're drinking wine, but you prefer ale!” Brienne hit her fist on the table starting the game again seeing that Jaime and I had our minds elsewhere.

Tyrion laughed, finally looking in our direction. “No! Oh and of course I’ll watch the little dragon. But I demand to know some details later.”

Jaime and I got to our feet where I grabbed his hand dragging him through the hallway hearing Tyrion’s next statement of the game. “You're a virgin. At no point in the past, up until this very moment, have you slept with a man. Or a woman.” Yet we couldn’t be bothered to turn back.

“You should have told me you wanted children, little dragon. This could have happened so much sooner.” He told me capturing my lips with his own.

I pushed him against the wall wrapping my arms around his neck deepening the kiss smirking up at the lion. “Well I’m sorry. But you seem to have forgotten that we have been running from your sister and the army of the dead for quite some time. So I couldn’t really suggest to you that I wanted another baby now.”

“Avy jorrāelan lynesse stark-targārien (I love you Lynesse Stark-Targaryen)." He muttered in between our heated kisses. He switched our position where my back got pressed against the stone wall. He moved his real hand to cradle my face breaking the kiss eyeing the crown that sat upon my head now. "Pōnta istan calling hen naejot se tolie dāria zaldrīzoti tonight. Yn se mērī dāria nyke ūndegon iksos se mēre standing paktot isse naejon hen issa. ( They were calling out to the other dragon queen tonight. But the only queen I see is the one standing right in front of me.)"

Squeezing his shoulders underneath my fingernails I tugged him closer into my chest. I felt the golden hand go underneath my tunic shirt where I mumbled in between the heated kiss. "Avy jorrāelan jaime lannister."

"Nyke surprised naejot gūrēñagon bona targaryens aren't se mērī ones naejot ȳzaldrīzes valyrīha dombo. (I am surprised to learn that Targaryens aren't the only ones to speak Valyrian anymore.)" Whipping our heads around in the direction of the voice we broke away from one another seeing that Daenerys was standing in the middle of the hallway staring at us closely.

Separating from his embrace I gently put a hand to the crown feeling that it was about to fall off my head. "Daenerys. I should thank you. Having another dragon rider out there helped a great deal-"

"So it was true what Tyrion said about you. You are the one who holds the long lost crown of Rhaenyra. And that means that you and your Lion husband shall fight for the claim of the Iron Throne and Dragonstone." She cut me off and I could hear the annoyance in her tone.

"I don't intend on fighting for the throne. I don't want any part of it. You can have it no matter what. I just want to live out my life with my husband and our daughter." I exclaimed to her not expecting her to still see me as an enemy.

She stepped forward eyeing the crown upon my head. "If you don't want the throne then why are you wearing this?"

"I…uh…because I saw Rhaenyra in a dream. She told me she wanted me to find it." I stuttered on my words thankfully Jaime attempted to step up.

"My wife said she doesn't want the throne isn't that enough. You only have my sister fighting against you for it." He intertwined my hand with his leading us back to our chambers leaving the queen alone with her thoughts. "We will talk later, Daenerys."

Once the door was shut behind me I slumped my shoulders running my fingers through my hair. Staring at myself in the mirror I trained my eyes on the golden object on my head. "What if Rhaenyra was right about me, Jaime?"

"Right about what, Lynesse?" He came behind me wrapping his arms around my middle.

Turning in his arms I draped my arms over his shoulders meeting his green gaze. "In my dream she told me that the Iron Throne needed someone with the right family name. But also someone who wanted nothing to do with ruling the Seven kingdoms…someone like me."

"I thought you didn't want the throne, little dragon. You said that you wanted to return home to Casterly Rock and begin our lives again or have I misunderstood you?" He asked me tucking some hair behind my ear for me.

Dropping my gaze for a brief moment I hesitated in my answer to him. "I don't really know anymore. Dany declared she wants it. But before she got here you saw the Lords of the North bend the knee and declare me queen…I have no clue what the right thing to do is. I just love you and Rhea, that is all I know for certain."

"Whatever you decide I will be by your side. We are family and Lannisters always look out for their family." He mumbled wrapping his arm around my waist tugging me into his chest. Wrapping my arms around his neck I sighed looking back at us in the mirror. Jaime was staring down at me and I was staring straight at him with the dragon crown tilted on my head.

#fire of a stark #jaime lannister #jaime lannister x targaryen reader #jaime lannister x reader fanfiction #jaime lannister x stark reader #jaime lannister x oc #jaime lannister x reader #jaime lannister x reader masterlist #nikolaj coster waldau #freya allan #sansa stark #arya stark #jon snow #daenerys targeryan #oc : lynesse targaryen #oc : cadence stark #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #game of thrones fic #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones masterlist #house targaryen #house lannister #house stark #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated #tyrion lannister

[hopefulromances]

Drabble Night

Hi friends! I'm happy y'all are enjoying Long Time Coming! I'm loving writing it! I'm not up to much tonight so I thought I would do some drabbles!

Here's a prompt list, send me an ask with a number and I'll write something up!

Prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting

“This didn’t work out as I had intended.”

“Urgh. Definitely not.”

“I will prove you wrong. Just watch.”

“Let’s kiss and see where it takes us.”

“Idiots. They are all idiots.”

“If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.”

“Well, this went horribly wrong…”

“How do you become accidently married?”

“I hate us sometimes.”

“Why are you wearing my skirt?”

“It’s impossible to get rid of me.”

“Sometimes, I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“This is stupid. And kind of fun.”

“Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

“I may have lost it.”

“You and me - movie night.”

Let’s grab the food and get out of here.“

"High heels do look good on you.”

“Roadtrip!”

“I prefer not to be disturbed.”

“We should have been in bed 3 hours ago.”

“This is a stupid excuse.”

“Why won’t you let me braid your hair?”

“Are you awake or asleep?”

“I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.”

“Well, it’s never too late.”

“Oh, look! My will to live… it’s gone.”

“Just five more minutes.”

“Where did you get the flowers from?”

“Alright, let’s make a deal.”

“You’re so easily distracted.”

“Cooking is an art form.”

“Are you a witch?”

“Thanks for nothing, I guess.”

“This is so stupid.”

“You can’t handle my beauty.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“This doesn’t smell like roses.”

“Who do we have here?”

“I’m annoyed, to say it mildly.”

“Not sure what you mean.”

“Smells suspicious.”

“Tomorrow will be better.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“Lies. Just lies.”

“Could you spare some change?”

“Well, we can’t fix it now.”

“I’m not touching that!”

“You’re not getting sea sick, are you?”

“It’s not what you think it is.”

“Did you eavesdrop?

"I can’t believe we’re friends sometimes.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“This fits perfectly.”

“Stay there. I’m on my way.”

“Let’s get some ice cream.”

“The world is not ready for us.”

“What kind of sick dream is this?”

“You’re a legend, man!”

“The feeling is mutual.”

“Does this make sense to you?”

“I’m just so tired.”

“Do I really want to know?”

“The government doesn’t want you to know about this.”

“I volunteer myself to go last.”

“Your handwriting is atrocious.”

“This whole thing is a mess.”

“We were never prepared for this.”

“Things are worse than I thought.”

“Not our brightest idea.”

“Did you see that?”

“How did you get it destroyed like that?”

“Bye, bye, you won’t be missed.”

“This is a nightmare.”

“I have secrets you don’t know about.”

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #ted lasso #ted lasso show #hopefulromances #drabbles #reader insert #fluff

[figthefruitfaeth]

something you're excited about AND something you're worried about bc duality of man

em&m!!!! braiding your hair right now, you can choose fish tail or double Dutch up to you<3

I’m both excited and nervous for a lot of things right now, so I’ll save you the 10hr rant. super excited for this queer art event I’m going to next week, we’ll be making riso tarot cards!! Art and gay people and meeting said artsy gay people✨ nervous about writing rn, specifically how much I want to accomplish and how little time I have urgh

#ask game #thanksssss!!

[heronchild-haven]

Heronchild Drabble Prompts

I’m open for drabble requests! I haven’t written much in a long time but I’ve really been wanting to try my hand again for some fresh heronchild content. I put together a list of 101 prompts based on content provided by @creativepromptsforwriting

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“That’s really wonderful.”

“I could use a hug right now.”

“You’re so stubborn!”

“Kiss me and/or shut up.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“I won’t be participating.”

“You’re welcome to try.”

“This looks kind of weird.”

“How did you get in here?”

“Oh, the naive youth.”

“This is definitely what you think it is.”

“Are you trying to make me angry?”

“It’s truly a miracle.”

“We’re way too drunk for this.”

“Following the rules is boring.”

“Good morning and goodbye.”

“That was… interesting.”

“Not my first choice.”

“Oops, too late.”

“It was nice meeting you.”

“You have to choose now.”

“No. Not going to happen.”

“Better say our goodbyes now.”

“I won’t let this happen.”

“Everything went according to plan.”

“We will not go there.”

“Believe me, it was a struggle.”

“Fine, let’s do it.”

“You live to annoy me, don’t you?”

“Let’s forget any of this ever happened.”

“Well, that’s your bad.”

“Come on, take my hand.”

“Funny that you say that…”

“Is that my present?”

“That’s my final answer.”

“Looks good on you.”

“How would you know that?”

“There are worse ways to die.”

“Oh, I love how dramatic this is.”

“What did you say?”

“I don’t like this at all.”

“Would you please just kiss me?”

“Why would you even care?”

“This feels wrong.”

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

“Why are you always so dramatic?”

“I swear, it’s the truth.”

“None of this is my fault.”

“You do know that we’re in public, right?”

“I like that about you.”

“Would you just shut up please?”

“Safety first!”

“You do have a stupid face.”

“It was just a joke.”

“Promise me just one thing…”

“Urgh. Definitely not.”

“I will prove you wrong. Just watch.”

“If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.”

“Well, this went horribly wrong…”

“I hate us sometimes.”

“Sometimes, I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“This is stupid. And kind of fun.”

“Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

“I may have lost it.”

“You and me - movie night.”

“I prefer not to be disturbed.”

“This is a stupid excuse.”

“Why won’t you let me braid your hair?”

“Are you awake or asleep?”

“I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.”

“Well, it’s never too late.”

“Just five more minutes.”

“Where did you get the flowers from?”

“Alright, let’s make a deal.”

“You’re so easily distracted.”

“You can’t handle my beauty.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Who do we have here?”

“I’m annoyed, to say it mildly.”

“Not sure what you mean.”

“Smells suspicious.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“Lies. Just lies.”

“Well, we can’t fix it now.”

“I’m not touching that!”

“You’re not getting sea sick, are you?”

“It’s not what you think it is.”

“Did you eavesdrop?

"I can’t believe we’re friends sometimes.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“I’m just so tired.”

“Do I really want to know?”

“This whole thing is a mess.”

“We were never prepared for this.”

“Things are worse than I thought.”

“Did you see that?”

“How did you get it destroyed like that?”

“I have secrets you don’t know about.”

#heronchild #fic #fanfic #drabble #writing prompts #James x matthew #parabatai #the last hours #James herondale #Matthew fairchild #requests #submissions

[veroww]

@xxpastel-raccoonxx babes having fun♥

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Drabble List #1

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"This didn't work out as I had intended."

"Urgh. Definitely not."

"I will prove you wrong. Just watch."

"Let's kiss and see where it takes us."

"Idiots. They are all idiots."

"If I have to tell you again, I won't be this nice."

"Well, this went horribly wrong..."

"How do you become accidently married?"

"I hate us sometimes."

"Why are you wearing my skirt?"

"It's impossible to get rid of me."

"Sometimes, I don't know why I put up with you."

"This is stupid. And kind of fun."

"Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

"I may have lost it."

"You and me - movie night."

Let's grab the food and get out of here."

"High heels do look good on you."

"Roadtrip!"

"I prefer not to be disturbed."

"We should have been in bed 3 hours ago."

"This is a stupid excuse."

"Why won't you let me braid your hair?"

"Are you awake or asleep?"

"I can't smile at you, I'm mad."

"Well, it's never too late."

"Oh, look! My will to live... it's gone."

"Just five more minutes."

"Where did you get the flowers from?"

"Alright, let's make a deal."

"You're so easily distracted."

"Cooking is an art form."

"Are you a witch?"

"Thanks for nothing, I guess."

"This is so stupid."

"You can't handle my beauty."

"Is that my shirt?"

"This doesn't smell like roses."

"Who do we have here?"

"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."

"Not sure what you mean."

"Smells suspicious."

"Tomorrow will be better."

"I don't know how I feel about this."

"Lies. Just lies."

"Could you spare some change?"

"Well, we can't fix it now."

"I'm not touching that!"

"You're not getting sea sick, are you?"

"It's not what you think it is."

"Did you eavesdrop?

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

"How was I supposed to know?"

"This fits perfectly."

"Stay there. I'm on my way."

"Let's get some ice cream."

"The world is not ready for us."

"What kind of sick dream is this?"

"You're a legend, man!"

"The feeling is mutual."

"Does this make sense to you?"

"I'm just so tired."

"Do I really want to know?"

"The government doesn't want you to know about this."

"I volunteer myself to go last."

"Your handwriting is atrocious."

"This whole thing is a mess."

"We were never prepared for this."

"Things are worse than I thought."

"Not our brightest idea."

"Did you see that?"

"How did you get it destroyed like that?"

"Bye, bye, you won't be missed."

"This is a nightmare."

"I have secrets you don't know about."

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CW: angst, meeting the family, references to the n-word, people sucking

I decided to go ahead and finish it when I got a sudden burst of creativity when I came home.

*

Nina snuggled in bed, a happy little sigh leaving her lips. Sidney looked at her, a fond smile on his face. It had been a month since they were back together and life was almost perfect. Well, they were 6-3-2, 14 points earned which was okay but not where Sidney wanted the team to be. It was still early in the season, it was mid-November so there was plenty of time to right the ship. He and the boys would fix it. Sidney sighed before attempting to try to go back to sleep. However, he heard the sound of a door opening and he sat up, pushing the covers down inadvertently. 

Sidney racked his brain. It was Sunday, Marta, his housekeeper’s day off. Mario or Nathalie would have called before coming over. He had no idea who the hell it could be. “Fuck,” Sidney breathed. There were only two people who would do a surprise visit and one of them was a week earlier for the Moms trip. 

Lightly brushing his fingers over Nina’s side, Sidney urged, “Pretty girl, wake up.”

It was roughly 8am so it wasn’t hard to get Nina, an early riser by nature to wake up. “Urgh, mawning,” Nina mumbled as she cracked open her eyes. Sidney looked anxious and agitated which made Nina focus. 

Sidney opened his mouth, then closed it. If he was right, he was fucked and his pretty girl was probably going to run away screaming. He finally said, “Um, someone just opened the door and there are exactly five people other than me who have a key. There are two who’d do a surprise visit.”

Looking down, Nina was thankful that she had on one of Sidney’s shirts and shorts while sleeping. “Well, fuck, at least I’m not naked,” she said pointedly. Sidney had the grace to blush as Nina continued, “If it’s what you think it is, you need to get that under control,” pointing at his rather obvious morning wood. Sidney pulled the covers back over himself and Nina

Then a voice called out, “Morming, Sid!”

Sidney sighed in relief. It was Taylor, not his mom. Nina noticed it and arched an eyebrow. “Eh, it’s my sister, pretty girl.”

“Shit,” Nina fretted. This was going to be awkward, she didn’t even know if she wanted to meet his family but now, she was going to,have to. At least it was a sister.

The door creaked open and a blonde-haired head peeked in. “Boo,” Taylor said. Then her eyes perked when she saw who Sidney was with. 

Nina groaned. Her hair was in a scarf, it was obvious she slept over and fuck, fuck, fuck. A devious smile spread on Taylor’s face. “Nice to see that you finally let a girlfriend sleep in your room, Sidney.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taylor,” Sidney yelled as his little sister giggled before closing the door.

Nina facepalmed. “That was fun. Fun fun fun.”

Rolling onto her front, Nina mumbled, “I’m not ready to meet your family.”

“I’ve already met yours,” Sidney reasoned. 

“That was because Yanni was part of your Lil Penguins program. That was work related for you, doesn’t count.”

Trailing his fingers down Nina’s back, Sidney replied, “True but, it still counts. What are you doing next weekend?”

“I’m going to be in Philly for a wedding.”

Nina turned onto her left side, facing Sidney. Sidney sucked his bottom lip into his mouth before letting it go. “Don’t get any ideas.”

She slipped off the bed, pulling the scarf off her braids, letting them fall down her back. Rummaging through her clothes on the floor, Nina pulled out her bra. Pulling her shirt off, she put it on to the sound of Sidney’s groans. Nina rolled her eyes. “I’m stuck having to meet your sister because she decided to give you a surprise visit. I’m not meeting her without wearing a bra.”

“But you look so amazing without one,” Sidney replied. 

 Nina shook her head before leaving his bedroom. Making her way to the kitchen, Nina literally bumped into Taylor. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Nina gasped. 

“I’m okay,” Taylor reassured Nina, taking the moment to check out this girl that Sidney was now seeing. She wasn’t exactly what Taylor was expecting but one thing that Taylor liked about Nina was that she had kind eyes. Taylor had heard about her over the years, especially that Nina had kept rejecting Sidney. Her brother rarely heard the word no so that made Nina intriguing to her. 

Taylor offered, “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, and I’m hungry.”

Opening the fridge, Taylor took out the ingredients to make omelets. Nina sat at the island, a pensive look on her face. “You know, I totally didn’t expect to meet you this way. This is awkward as fuck.”

“Eh, don’t feel bad, I should have given Sid a heads up,” Taylor replied. “Plus, I’ve heard about you over the years.”

“Oh really?”

Taylor laughed as she cracked eggs. “Sidney couldn’t shut up about you. First it was he met this nice girl at work. Then, it was that you kept telling him no and he was confused. Later, he was beating himself up because he managed to fuck up before he could even ask you out. I really enjoyed that, I liked that you kept not only telling him no but when he pissed you off, you didn’t forgive him right away. I love my brother but his ego needs to get cut down sometimes.”

“True, he has a huge ego. He needs to take himself less seriously,” Nina concurred. “But it’s probably impossible to get him to do that.”

Taylor shrugged, pursing her lips. “At least he means well,” Nina added. 

Nodding, Taylor replied, “He does mean well, most of the time.”

“Already ganging up on me?”

They both laughed as Sidney entered the kitchen. “Why are you here, Taylor?”

“I went on a camping trip and I decided to be nosy and visit my big brother before heading home,” Taylor chirped. “The look on your face was worth it.”

“Hahaha. Should’ve called,” Sidney grumbled. 

Taylor quipped, “Oh, did I ruin your morning sex plans? I’m so sorry.”

Nina snorted as she laughed. Sidney gave her hurt eyes and Nina blew him a kiss. 

“Don’t worry Sid, I’m not staying long. Just enough to rest and then get back on the road,” Taylor said. 

“You drove,” Nina asked. Sidney was now standing right behind her and she could feel his hands massaging her shoulders. 

Taylor nodded as she flipped the first omelet. “You’re not what I expected, Nina. You’re way too pretty for a hockey player like my brother.”

Sidney wanted to kill his little sister as she continued to chirp him. Well, not only chirp him but ruin his planned lazy morning sex. But as he watched his sister and Nina interact playfully, Sidney could admit there was a slight good point. Taylor and Nina were hitting it off and Sidney knew that Nina would meet his family soon. This was a good sign. 

**

However, after practice four days later, Sidney was wishing his sister had never stopped by. Nina had been incredibly busy all week and Sidney knew he wouldn’t see her until next week due to her trip out of town. He was feeling extra irritable and hearing his name over the tv didn’t help. 

“So, two weeks ago, Sidney Crosby admitted that he was having relationship issues that were affecting him on the ice.”

Tanger went to change the channel on the tv in the lounge, muttering, “Fucking ESPN.”

“Shh, keep it on,” Sidney urged, crossing his arms over his chest. He wanted to see what kind of bullshit ESPN was saying now.

A couple of the guys stopped to check out the TV. Kevin Neghandi laughed as he responded, “Yeah, he admitted that after breaking a slump. Ever since, he’s been on a 2 point-per-game streak. But this really isn’t about him.”

“Huh,” said Geno, scratching his head.

Buccigross continued, “There was a picture of Crosby and his girlfriend posted on the internet, a nice picture. Someone posted it and made a derogatory statement about his girlfriend, Nina Jackson. This player is a player for Clemson.”

Neghandi laughed again. “Ms. Jackson has a younger brother named Jason Jackson. He was also the number 20 prospect, number 1, 5 star tight end. He also now plays for UNC.”

Sidney chuckled as he realized exactly where this was going. The guy on the tv continued, “Clemson and UNC had the rare Thursday night game last night. #1 Clemson went to the Tar Heels, ranked #22 and got spanked, 56-30. Jason Jackson had 10 catches, 200 yards receiving, and 3 TDs. His response in the postgame.”

The tv showed a clip of Jason talking to the media. A reporter asked, “What inspired you to have such a big game tonight.”

“Lowell decided he needed to talk about my sister on the gram so I had to put him in his place,” Jason drawled.

Sidney’s phone buzzed and it was a message from Nina. my brother is so dramatic 🙄

Nice to know he’ll always have your back, Sidney sent Nina. 

**

Nina smiled happily as she looked at the Thai food on plate. She was so hungry and excited to see Jamila face to face in person for lunch. Her friend looked more vibrant than usual, as life was treating her good. They made small talk until Jamila said, “I heard something about you, that you aren’t single for the first time in forever.”

“Oh really?”

Jamila looked at her best friend. “You’re dating Mayo boy.”

“What?!?” Perplexed, Nina stared at Jamila while Jamila rolled her eyes. 

“Sidney Crosby is like Mayo. Super white. Damn, my dating habits really did rub off on you. Welcome to being a basic bitch like me.”

It was Nina’s turn to roll her eyes. “Stop being so fucking dramatic, Jamila Brown.”

“I was an actress, I’m supposed to be dramatic. Tell Mayo boy if he ever breaks your heart, I’ll kill and cremate whatever’s left of him after your father and brother are finished with him.”

“Are you really gonna nickname him that?”

Jamila smirked at Nina and Nina sighed. Shrugging elegantly, Jamila replied, “I’m a part of Philly sports Twitter. I got lots of other names I could call him.

“Be a bigger bitch, Mila.”

“He gets a better nickname when he lets you fully run his pockets. And don’t give me that look, don’t be afraid of being called a gold digger. They are probably calling you worse names. Make Mayo boy run that card up when he takes you on baecation. Once that happens, I’ll upgrade his nickname.”

Nina sighed as she looked at the menu. Jamila reached out and put her hand out, covering Nina’s menu. “You know I’m just playing, right?”

“I don’t want to talk about it now, let’s talk about Toyin’s wedding instead,” Nina murmured. 

It was Jamila’s turn to sigh. “I’m sorry, Nina. I’m sorry for being a bitch. I shouldn’t be taking out my bad mood on you. I hate men.”

“Not forgiven yet,” Nina snarked. 

Jamila looked pensive as she said, “I like this guy but I don’t want to admit I like him. He’s like too perfect, too nice, well not that nice. He actually gives a fuck.”

“Let me guess, you’re scared and about to do something super stupid,” Nina dryly replied.

Jamila gave Nina a shocked look before she slumped in her chair. “I don’t want to,” she pouted. 

Nina reasoned, “Then don’t. Just ride it out for once.”

“Easy for you to say,” Jamila replied. 

Nina shrugged as her phone buzzed. It was a message from Sid, well really just a picture of him sweaty post-practice. Nina left him on read, she would get him back later for that. “Stop being stupid, and stop self-sabotaging.”

Jamila rolled her eyes as she ate her food. After swallowing, she arched an eyebrow. “Mayo boy sent you a message?”

“Yeah, but I’m focusing on you. I’ll see him next week… and his parents.”

“This is going fast,” Jamila commented. 

Nina bit her lip before saying, “I guess he had to wait eighty-four years, I mean five years, so he’s going to take advantage while they are in town.”

“Interesting.”

Nina pointed out, “At least I’m giving my relationships a chance, unlike you.”

“Fuck you.” 

Jamila gave Nina an exaggerated nasty look as Nina quipped, “I’m strictly dickly, bitch.”

The conversation switched to safer topics. However, throughout the wedding weekend, Nina had the thought in the back of her mind that maybe things were going a bit too fast. 

**

“Well, Taylor says she likes her. I checked out her instagram account and she doesn’t even mention you. Lots of nice vacation pictures though.”

Sidney looked at his mom from across the table. Trina had a pensive look on her face. Troy raised his eyebrows before leaning back in his chair. 

Sidney reasoned, “I want you two to meet her. Give her a chance. Nina is amazing, I’m lucky that she even likes me.”

“Why wouldn’t she like you, you’re Sidney Crosby,” Trina scoffed. 

Sidney shrugged. “Nina’s a PhD student and everything. It hasn’t been easy for her either.”

“Interesting,” Trina said. 

Nina herself was feeling extra nervous. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to meet Sidney’s parents, especially after having to turn in a huge paper and part of her thesis to her advisor. But, as she shook her head and smoothed down her shirt, they were in town and she was going to try to make her best impression.

Midway through dinner, Nina began to wish she was somewhere else on this Friday night. While Troy, Sidney’s dad, seemed nice, it felt like Trina was judging every single thing she did. Every reply Trina made to Nina’s questions was in a dry voice, as if it was boring her. Nina felt a bit discouraged. Sidney obviously loved his parents but it felt like his mother didn’t like her. 

On the other hand, Trina felt like Nina was looking down on them. It seemed like she was mentioning her PhD program, her thesis, like she was too smart for them and her boy. Trina sipped her water as there was a pause. She didn’t know about this girl but at least, every time she looked at Sidney, Trina could see the stars and hearts in her eyes.

Nina looked at Sidney, her palms sweating. She didn’t know what to say as she looked down at her plate. Her appetite was gone. Sidney, himself, didn’t really notice anything as he answered his father’s questions about the beginning of the season. Then Troy turned to Nina. 

“So what do you plan to do now that you’re with Sidney,” Troy casually asked.

Nina replied, “I have about two more years left before I finish earning my PhD. I plan to continue to work and I may teach a class or two.”

“You still plan to work,” Trina asked.

Nina nodded. “Yes. I love what I do and I’m not wasting my degrees.”

“Why do you want to work?”

Nina could tell that Trina intended that question to be light but Nina could still feel the claws. She was tired of this passive-aggressive bullshit and ready to curse her out. But Nina couldn’t so she measured her words carefully. “I did four years of undergrad, three years of school for my doctors in physical therapy, and I will do four more years for my doctorate. Why would I stop working after earning my degrees?”

Trina paused; she had expected some trite, suck-up answer. But it seemed like Nina was serious. “I would think that if you were with my son, you’d rather not work.”

“I’m not built to be a housewife.” Nina laughed. “I love what I do and if I’m expected to stop for Sidney, then maybe I need to reevaluate some things.”

Trina felt like she lost control of this conversation. All she wanted was to see what kind of user her boy’s dream girl was. Now, she had the feeling that her son was going to get dumped and it was going to be her fault.

Sidney laughed. “I don’t expect you to be a housewife. You would be so bored if you were.”

Nina flashed Sidney a quick grin before adding, “Nathalie has let me know the responsibilities though. I’ve done lots of volunteer and charity work over the years so that isn’t new at all. I’m excited about the toy drive, I remember when my parents just got out of the army and cash was tight. I got my favorite doll as a kid from a toy drive.”

“That’s nice,” Trina said. Maybe this Nina girl wasn’t completely stuck up, she thought as the night continued. After a couple of hours, Nina said her goodbyes. It was getting late and she was spending the morning taking her little sister to volleyball practice. After she left, Trina let out a sigh as Sidney turned to her.

“You have to lay off on Nina, Mom.”

Trina turned to look at her son. Sidney was giving her his most serious look and she sighed. 

“I like her but I don’t know if she’s the one for you, Sid. It seems like she’s one step from leaving you,” Trina said. “I don’t see her sticking with you if things go bad.”

“Just because she plans to work?” 

Sidney gave his mother an assessing look. He knew she meant well but this wasn’t for her to decide. “This isn’t your problem.”

“Fine, I like that she has her own life. She’s not obsessed with you and she plans to be her own person,” Trina conceded. “But she’s different.”

He knew this was going to be hard, asking his mom to back off but Sidney knew he had to do it. Nina hadn’t said anything last night but Sidney could sense that she was tired of how his mother was acting. Sidney also knew that if Nina decided to cut ties, it would be completely over. Sidney started, “Compared to Nina, I’m a dumb hockey player. But what I have with her, I’ve never found with anyone else. If you have a problem with that, that’s you. But be civil to Nina.”

“Really, Sidney Patrick Crosby,” Trina said, incredulous. But the look on her son’s face was something she had never seen before. Even though she didn’t believe her son would really pick any woman over her, a voice at the back of her mind told her that if Sidney ever did, this would be the woman he’d pick over her.

**

It was Saturday night and Nina pasted another smile on her face. If Trina got snide again, Nina didn’t know if she could be nice about it. But at least they were in public. As they sat down for dinner, a couple of guys came up. Sidney and his family had perfect PR smiles but the guys stopped in front of Nina.

“Hey, aren’t you Jason Jackson’s sister?”

Nina grinned. “Yes.”

“Why did he have to have such a great game against Pitt today? He killed them,” one of the guys said.

Nina shrugged. “Pitt should play better defense.”

After the guys left, Troy asked, “your brother plays college football?”

“Yup. He was the top prospect in Pennsylvania last season. Games on tv and everything.”

“I didn’t know that,” Sidney murmured.

Nina giggled as she replied, “All you do is eat, sleep, and breathe hockey.”

Sidney blushed as everyone laughed at that statement. However, through the night, more people came by the table to give Nina props for her brother’s monster game than to try to get a glimpse of Sidney. Jason had 184 yards receiving and 2 TDs for UNC today and there was already buzz about Jason being on the fast track to the NFL. During a lull, Trina stated, “You must get asked about your brother a lot.”

“I’m used to it. Once ESPN comes to your brother’s games when he was a sophomore in high school, you have to get used to it,” Nina said with a shrug. “I’m old enough that it really doesn’t bother me.”

“How does your brother deal with it,” Sidney asked, curious as he remembered some of his early experiences with fame. 

Nina replied, “College football is a different beast than the pros. So, he’s on scholarship and his days are pretty much regimented with meetings, practice, classes, more meetings, video study. I ran track when I was in undergrad so my experience was slightly similar. Main difference is that Jase gets paid for his likeness in video games now and a percentage of any jersey sales with his name and number.”

“You ran track,” Troy asked. Unlike his wife, he felt a bit more open towards Nina. It was obvious that she didn’t need Sidney for anything and Troy could see that his son was able to relax in a way with Nina that he hadn’t been able to relax with a woman before. 

“I had a partial scholarship. I ran the 4x100 relay and the 100 meters. I didn’t have the athletic ability to race for a living but I did decent,” Nina stated, feeling a bit shy. It had been a long time since she even talked about her track career. “I was state champ my senior year and my team won silver at the Penn Relays my sophomore and junior years of college. Now, I just run to stay in shape.”

“Wow,” Sidney said, impressed. “Sounds like you loved it though.”

Nina flashed Sidney a grin. “I did, I love running. What most people forget is that you can’t just run for health, you have to run and do strength training and yoga or Pilates.” 

“Have you been to any of your brother’s games,” Troy asked. “Seems like they are doing well.”

Nina replied, “We went to the season opener. I will never go to North Carolina in August ever again if I can help it. I’m going to their game next weekend at Virginia Tech. We’ll probably go to the bowl game since my little sister will be off school that week.”

“Seems like you stay busy,” Trina mused. 

Nina couldn’t help a little glare as she managed to say without malice, “I plan my calendar in advance.”

Trina said, “That sounds good. You have a life outside of everything.”

“And I will continue to have a life outside of everything,” Nina said with a syrup-sweet smile.

**

Nina quietly washed her hands, glancing up to the mirror. Trina was looking down on her hands as she washed hers. Tentatively, Nina asked, “Are you having a good time on this trip?”

“I enjoyed the Moms’ trip,” Trina replied. 

Nina looked down at her hands as she dried them. This was so awkward and she wanted to cry. 

“Sidney Crosby is here, and so are his parents,” somebody exclaimed just outside the ladies bathroom. Trina and Nina both shared a look until another person said, “And his n-word girlfriend is here with them too.”

Nina opened her mouth but Trina put up a finger. The second person continued, “His mom doesn't look too happy with that black girl. Maybe you could get a chance, finally.”

The door opener and the two women came in, laughing. The laughter stopped when those women saw Nina and Trina. 

“You don’t have to worry about getting a chance with my son because there’s no way I’d let him be with someone like you when he’s with a lady like Nina,” Trina stated. 

The two women shared a look but Trina stared them down until they left. Nina let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “No wonder my son is always saying that it hasn’t been easy for you,” Trina offered. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they get kicked out.”

Nina sniffled as she said, “That’s the first time I’ve heard it in person. It’s usually nasty messages online. I really, really hate it. But I guess I’m going to be stuck with this for the rest of my life.”

Impulsively, Trina reached out and grabbed Nina’s hand. “From the way that my son looks at you, nasty women like those will just have to be angry forever.”

Nina giggled as they shared a look. It felt like there was a truce and she was going to take it. After Trina talked to the manager and got those women booted, Nina definitely felt like there was definitely a truce.

**

“Don’t take anything seriously. If they don’t like you, they’ll say absolutely nothing to you. If they make jokes, they like you.”

Two weeks after meeting Sid’s family, it was his turn to meet Nina’s family. The team was home for American Thanksgiving and they didn’t have a game until Friday evening this year. So Sidney was going with Nina to meet her extended family. He was feeling extra nervous and desperate to make a good impression. 

Sidney grimaced as Nina giggled. “Plus, it’s Aryanna’s birthday so they won’t be too mean. I think.”

“Anything else I need to worry about,” Sidney asked. 

Nina reached out over the console and touched Sidney’s hand. “Relax, it’s not a game. You can’t lose.”

“But, I want them-”

Cutting Sidney off, Nina said, “I know, you want them to like you. So be the dork that you are instead of faking like you aren’t a dork.”

Sidney felt a bit insulted but Nina gave him a dazzling smile. “I like it when you’re being dorky, anyway.”

**

Sidney tried hard to follow Nina’s advice. There were so many people that he couldn’t keep them all straight so he focused on making sure he remembered the names of the older people in Nina’s family. There was Mawmaw, the family matriarch, Tracey and Vernon, Nina’s parents, Aunt Tasha who baked the sweet potato pie that he was having his third slice of, Aunt Dee, Uncle Tony, and Uncle Bashir. All of the cousins kinda blurred together but Sidney figured he’d learn their names quickly. 

Overall, he felt like everything was going well. Sidney answered everyone’s questions and he guessed his answers were good since one of Nina’s older cousins told him his new nickname was White Boy. Nina had snickered while some of the younger ones giggled. Right now, Sidney was talking to Aunt Tasha. “What would it take to get you to bake me a pie of my own,” Sidney asked. 

Tasha laughed while Tracey smirked. Tracey interjected, “Oh no, Tasha gonna be bragging about this forever. ‘Guess who came to Thanksgiving and loved my sweet potato pie? Sidney Crosby loved my sweet potato pie.’ She will never shut up!”

“Don’t be mad that you can’t bake a pie as good as me, Tracey,” Tasha chided, laughing. “Nina makes a better pie than both of us but that girl don’t wanna cook.”

Tracey smirked when she saw the look on Sidney’s face. “Oh no, Tash, now this boy gonna be begging my daughter to make him a pie.”

Everyone laughed as Nina was in a different room. Mawmaw chided, “I’m happy that one of my family don’t got to be in the kitchen like that. I wish I could’ve been the same at her age.”

Sidney decided to scroll his phone as the older women began to argue. Then he felt someone tap his shoulder.

“White boy, you wanna play spades?”

Sidney looked at this cousin of Nina. He was sitting at a table with Vernon, one of her aunts, and another cousin. “No,” he replied, shaking his head. 

The cousin got a devious grin on his face. “It’s easy, you should play for Shantara, she can’t play for shit.”

Sidney’s competitive instinct told him it was a bad idea. And from the way Vernon was eyeing him, Sidney knew he was right for shaking his head. “Nope. I’ll learn by watching.”

“Nina’s white boy smart,” Aunt Tasha hollered. “You play spades and renege, boy, someone about to go for those knees.”

“Stop torturing, Sid, Deonte,” Nina scolded as she sat in Sidney’s lap. “At least wait til the second visit before hazing him over spades.”

“I like this boy, Nini. Keep him, he’s betta than that last boy you brought here, bless his heart. Didn’t know how to talk to people,” Mawmaw advised. 

Nina wanted to die as the rest of her family snickered. Holidays: the time of the year where your greatest fuckups get rehashed for shits and giggles. 

Nafis snorted. “What’s his name... it wasn’t that Ron boy, was it? Naw, it was James’s old friend, Jordan. We all knew he wasn’t shit, I mean, nothing, when he made Tommy mad.”

Nina winced as remembered that. Tommy was one of the sweetest guys and hard to rile up, but anyone who could make cousin Tommy mad was a douchebag. 

“Her pets like him. Tess curls in his lap and Steely lets him pet him,” Vernon said. 

Everyone stared at Sidney, eyes wide. Stuttering, Aunt Tasha said, “T-t-that cat and d-dog hate every damn body other than Nini and her family. I be damned.”

Mawmaw laughed.

The rest of the dinner went without incident. But at a quiet moment, Vernon pulled Sidney from the group to a quiet spot in the yard. It was late November in Western Pennsylvania so no one else was there. 

Vernon Jackson had seen more of his fair share of crap in his life. Growing up in Ward 8 of D.C., Vernon had dodged dealers, hustlers, stick-up kids, etc. to survive. His grades weren’t great so Vernon went into the army to ensure that he escaped. Through being deployed in the Gulf War then to Mogadishu, Vernon had done his best to make sure that all his children had more than he did growing up. 

Now, his sweettart, his eldest, his sweet girl, Nina was grown. She had done more than he and Tracey combined. But looking at the man he was sure his daughter was in love with, Vernon began to wonder if he made a mistake. 

Oh, it was obvious that Sidney Crosby was in love with his daughter. But the feelings of love could fade and given his history, Vernon couldn’t trust that Crosby would do the right thing. 

So as a loving father, Vernon pulled Sidney to the side. “I just wanted to ask you something important before I give my blessing to this.”

“Yes, sir,” Sidney responded. 

“You know your children will be considered Black?”

Vernon watched Sidney’s face after asking that question. Lust and infatuation was nice but this was his little girl. The last thing he wanted was his daughter hurt because she fell for someone not just clueless but maliciously clueless about race. 

Sidney quietly replied, “I know. People will see them as Black and will think the worst of them first.”

Not bad, Vernon thought. He expected a colorblind response.

Then he heard Nina call out, “Dad? Sid? We are about to cut the cake!”

Vernon and Sid both grimaced but for different reasons. Vernon because he couldn’t really have cake because of his diabetes, Sid because cake wasn’t on his meal plan. Vernon told Sidney, “before you start making plans for rings, you need to start thinking about how you are going to start speaking up about race. Think about that.”

**

Sidney kept Vernon’s words in his mind through the week. Trina had told him what happened in the bathroom that night but Nina told him that his mom had handled it for her. But as he waited for Nina to open her door, Sidney couldn’t help but think what he could do to avoid situations like that from happening for Nina. But words failed as Nina opened the door and gave him a shy smile. 

“Hi pretty girl,” Sidney drawled as he walked in, closing the door. He hung up his coat on her coat rack before sitting on Nina’s couch.

“I missed you daddy”

“Missed you, pretty girl. Did you have fun?”

Nina straddled Sid’s thigh and replied, “it was a good time even though UNC lost. The VT campus is beautiful. How was the road trip?”

Sid laughed as Nina played with his hair. “It went well but Geno got hurt. He’ll be out for two weeks.”

“That sucks.”

Sidney hummed his assent as he wrapped an arm around Nina’s waist. He missed his pretty girl and it seemed like she missed him too. They sat there together for several quiet moments before Nina whispered, “I really missed you, daddy. It’s been too long.”

Sidney gave Nina a slow smile as she began to grind on his thigh. He felt the same way as he kissed Nina, soft and slow. Then as they broke apart, the sensual haze on Nina’s face turned into horror.  “God damn it,” she muttered. 

Sidney frantically asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I just felt my period show up, three days early,” Nina said, rubbing her temples. Her period was cock-blocking her after a couple weeks of no dick and she wanted to die. “I just felt cramps and as much as I’d like to slide to my knees and suck you off, it won’t happen tonight.”

Nina groaned as she closed her eyes, head down. Sidney just started to laugh. 

“Cmon, pretty girl. Let’s just watch movies tonight.”

“Movies sound good,” Nina replied, “I just refuse to watch Friends, ever.”

Sidney giggle-honked as Nina moved from straddling his thigh to curling into his lap. 

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Prompt List

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"This didn't work out as I had intended."

"Urgh. Definitely not."

"I will prove you wrong. Just watch."

"Let's kiss and see where it takes us."

"Idiots. They are all idiots."

"If I have to tell you again, I won't be this nice."

"Well, this went horribly wrong..."

"How do you become accidently married?"

"I hate us sometimes."

"Why are you wearing my skirt?"

"It's impossible to get rid of me."

"Sometimes, I don't know why I put up with you."

"This is stupid. And kind of fun."

"Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

"I may have lost it."

"You and me - movie night."

Let's grab the food and get out of here."

"High heels do look good on you."

"Roadtrip!"

"I prefer not to be disturbed."

"We should have been in bed 3 hours ago."

"This is a stupid excuse."

"Why won't you let me braid your hair?"

"Are you awake or asleep?"

"I can't smile at you, I'm mad."

"Well, it's never too late."

"Oh, look! My will to live... it's gone."

"Just five more minutes."

"Where did you get the flowers from?"

"Alright, let's make a deal."

"You're so easily distracted."

"Cooking is an art form."

"Are you a witch?"

"Thanks for nothing, I guess."

"This is so stupid."

"You can't handle my beauty."

"Is that my shirt?"

"This doesn't smell like roses."

"Who do we have here?"

"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."

"Not sure what you mean."

"Smells suspicious."

"Tomorrow will be better."

"I don't know how I feel about this."

"Lies. Just lies."

"Could you spare some change?"

"Well, we can't fix it now."

"I'm not touching that!"

"You're not getting sea sick, are you?"

"It's not what you think it is."

"Did you eavesdrop?

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

"How was I supposed to know?"

"This fits perfectly."

"Stay there. I'm on my way."

"Let's get some ice cream."

"The world is not ready for us."

"What kind of sick dream is this?"

"You're a legend, man!"

"The feeling is mutual."

"Does this make sense to you?"

"I'm just so tired."

"Do I really want to know?"

"The government doesn't want you to know about this."

"I volunteer myself to go last."

"Your handwriting is atrocious."

This whole thing is a mess”

"We were never prepared for this."

"Things are worse than I thought."

"Not our brightest idea."

"Did you see that?"

"How did you get it destroyed like that?"

"Bye, bye, you won't be missed."

"This is a nightmare."

"I have secrets you don't know about.”

“Get out of my kitchen”

“You were mine for the summer”

“Don’t forget where you belong”

“Don’t test my patience”

“You had your chance, you blew it”

“Why can’t I be the little spoon for once”

“You did not just shave that...”

“We could of had it all”

“I got you some”

“That was private”

“I can’t believe they saw that”

“You’re too dangerous”

“I’m sitting on a bench in Coney Island”

“You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same”

“But maybe this thing was a masterpiece, til you tore it all up”

“My reputations never been worse”

“You’re my best friend”

“We don’t have time to mess this up”

“Meet me behind the mall”

“I’ll always be in charge”

“So can we start it all over again?”

“To be loved and to be in love”

“It’s your world, we’re just living in it”

“You go glen coco”

“I guess I’ll just stumble home back to my cats”

#drabble #harry styles #harry styles prompt #prompt request #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #hslot #boyfriend!harry #dad!harry #gang!harry #flatmate!harry #one direction #one shot #blurb #harry styles blurb

[mvxfcb]

Choose a number and I’ll write it.

credits to creativepromptsforwriting

Send me a number and I'll write a lestappen oneshot/fanfic. You can also give more details about what u want to happen.

"This didn't work out as I had intended."

"Urgh. Definitely not."

"I will prove you wrong. Just watch."

"Let's kiss and see where it takes us."

"Idiots. They are all idiots."

"If I have to tell you again, I won't be this nice."

"Well, this went horribly wrong..."

"How do you become accidently married?"

"I hate us sometimes."

"It's impossible to get rid of me."

"Sometimes, I don't know why I put up with you."

"This is stupid. And kind of fun."

"Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

"I may have lost it."

"You and me - movie night."

Let's grab the food and get out of here."

"Roadtrip!"

"I prefer not to be disturbed."

"We should have been in bed 3 hours ago."

"This is a stupid excuse."

"Why won't you let me braid your hair?"

"Are you awake or asleep?"

"I can't smile at you, I'm mad."

"Well, it's never too late."

"Oh, look! My will to live... it's gone."

"Where did you get the flowers from?"

"Alright, let's make a deal."

"You're so easily distracted."

"Cooking is an art form."

"Thanks for nothing, I guess."

"This is so stupid."

"You can't handle my beauty."

"Is that my shirt?"

"This doesn't smell like roses."

"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."

"Not sure what you mean."

"Smells suspicious."

"Tomorrow will be better."

"I don't know how I feel about this."

"Lies. Just lies."

"Could you spare some change?"

"Well, we can't fix it now."

"I'm not touching that!"

"You're not getting sea sick, are you?"

"It's not what you think it is."

"Did you eavesdrop?

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

"How was I supposed to know?"

"This fits perfectly."

"Stay there. I'm on my way."

"Let's get some ice cream."

"The world is not ready for us."

"What kind of sick dream is this?"

"You're a legend, man!"

"The feeling is mutual."

"Does this make sense to you?"

"I'm just so tired."

"Do I really want to know?"

"The government doesn't want you to know about this."

"I volunteer myself to go last."

"Your handwriting is atrocious."

"This whole thing is a mess."

"We were never prepared for this."

"Things are worse than I thought."

"Not our brightest idea."

"Did you see that?"

"How did you get it destroyed like that?"

"This is a nightmare."

#illwrite #lestappen #fics #lestappenfic

[lizhly-writes]

i do not have anything very new for you this week.  i do, however, have this revised version of the first chapter of the ‘villainess’ side of my heroine-villainess isekai bodyswap story, which is, essentially, a full rewrite.  i have made some changes that have brought our pov character a little more in line with my mental image of her.  to quote someone that i had look at this: ‘Before mina seemed more refined like she kills u by poisoning u thru ur tea and then "ohoho"ing as u slowly lose consciousness and die, and now mina seems like she kills u by straight up ripping ur spine out lol’

i always did wonder why i never saw the ‘original’ villainess in otome isekai stories do some major physical damage for funsies, y’know?

warning: this thing is 2k+ words long. 

Why’s it so fucking loud.  Who’s screaming bloody murder in here?  Shut up, I got the worst headache and whatever slick steaming pile of shit you think you are, you ain’t making it better.  If you won’t keep that hole in your face quiet, what if I just heal it closed?  You won’t get a choice then, how about that?

I’m laid out flat on the floor, too. It’s wet, there’s something soaking in my shirt and my hair.  It better not be vomit.  Three fucking faces of Knight, how much did I drink last night.

I crack an eye open. “Th’ fuck’s goin’ on.”

There are people with the dumbest fucking faces staring down at me.  “You’re awake!” one of them exclaims, like everyone else has useless holes for eyes.  Course I’m awake, that something you really feel you gotta tell the world?

“Shit, really?  Wow!  Never woulda guessed,” I say as I drag myself to my feet.  Urgh, feels like I drank my way through the entire bar.  Did I get run over by a carriage or something too?  I’m real fucked up — balance off, arms and legs ain’t landing right, everything aches, and I got clothes on that look like I stole them from a crackpot fashion student.  

Though, hey, looks like everyone here is dressed like that.  Maybe it’s the crackpot fashion student side of campus. I’m in some really shiny cafe, by the looks of it.  The aesthetic here is… really something.  Didn’t know we had this kind of place at the university.

Let’s put that aside for now.  I crack my neck and ignore everyone talking at me as I give the entire place a once-over.  No sign of Emily or Asher, which doesn’t sound right.  If I’m this messed up, normally Asher’d be right there with me.  Emily, at least, would’ve tracked me down and tried to kick me in the head or something.  Not that I’d need a kick in the head, it hurts bad enough as it is.  Maybe enough that I can say that I’ve knocked something loose.  Hearing’s definitely off, it’s doing funny things to my voice.  Not liking that very much at all.

“How much is a drink ‘round here?” I say, because while alcohol got me into this, I’ve heard great things on how alcohol can get me out of this.

“I don’t think you need a drink,” says an absolute fucking killjoy from somewhere behind me.

“‘Scuse me?” I say as I do an about-face.  The killjoy in question looks boring enough that I’d forget him instantly if it weren’t for the eyes.  Real pretty shade of blue, nice enough that probably some asshole’s tried yanking them from his skull.  It’s a wonder he still has them!  Maybe he’s a good enough fight that people don’t bother, huh?

He doesn’t react when I step in for a closer look — yeah, there we go, left eye, the scars are barely there, but it looks like someone’s been using their nails to make an attempt.  Honestly, you’d think he’d flinch a little with me getting that close to his face, it’s not like his glasses’ll be any good at protecting him.  But no, he just stands there and says, “I think you need first aid.  You might have a concussion.  I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re bleeding.  A lot.”

…Hmm.  

“Am I?” I say.  I reach for the bits of me that I’d hoped hadn’t been sitting in vomit and… yeah.  My fingers come away red.  

Trace a little further up to the back of my head, and there’s the head wound.  Not as deep as I’d think, but it’s there, along with a very long braid I don’t remember getting.

Maybe I am concussed.  Should’ve noticed both of those things a lot sooner.

“Yeahhhhh, okay,” I say.  “Lil later, then.”  After I fix myself up, maybe.

“I think you’re actually supposed to avoid drinking after a concussion altogether,” says Absolute Fucking Killjoy.

“Fuck you,” I say. Of all things, that’s what gets him to flinch.  Interesting priorities he’s got there.

About the drink, though.  He ain’t wrong.   I know how head wounds work.  But those rules on what to do with them?  That’s for other people.

“You need a doctor—”

Please.  Last time I needed a doctor was years ago.  

This kind of thing, it’s easy enough to take care of.  So easy that it should be already healed up, but whatever.  Just a little concentration, and —

And.

...What's this?  

“That’s new,” I say, squinting at the crackling light running over the palm of my hand.  Real fancy, real nice to look at.  Doesn’t feel like much, but I bet I could make something like this hurt if I wanted to.  Nice little add-on, this.  I like what I got — I’m the best with what I got — but power is power.  Nothing wrong with having a little extra in your punches.

Except this ain't anything I can do. This ain't anything I should be able to do.  That’s pretty fucking strange, isn’t it?

“What are you doing,” says Killjoy, voice sharp.  

The face he’s making is probably hilarious.  It’s less interesting than the way light curls over my fingers, trailing over my wrist as I twist my hand this way and that.  If I let it, maybe it’d spread further up my arm.  How much higher could it go, really?

I don’t get to find out, because Killjoy snatches my hand, snapping his own fingers over it until only light you can see has to fight its way out from where skin meets skin.  And then it’s not even that, dying away until it goes dark completely.

Oh this bitch.  

“Well, ain’t you forward, huh?” I say, baring my teeth.  “What d’you think you’re doin’?”

“You’ve got a concussion,” Killjoy reminds me, like he thinks I forgot.  I ain’t forgetting nothing, got it?  It’s easy to take care of — just a little thought, and maybe it’s taking a little more effort, but the skin knits up just fine.

I sweep a hand lightly over the back of my head, just to make sure everything’s in order.  The swelling’s gone down, the bruising’s gone, eyesight seems pretty clear.  Headache and bodyache’s still there, which is annoying.  There’s been some improvement, but that’s not what I’m looking for.  It should be gone.  Is it not physical damage, then?  What, is it psychosomatic or something?  That’s a shit explanation.

It’s only after my self-checkup that I realize that Killjoy is still talking.  “— can take you to the clinic,” he’s saying, sounding very earnest.  He’s still holding my hand.

I shake him off impatiently.  “That’s unnecessary,” I say, and push open the shiny glass doors so I can find Asher or Emily or someone and go on with my life.

I don’t get more than a few steps outside before I realize I’m running headfirst into a problem. Namely, that the outside that greets me is not the university.   Not even close.  Not unless the mayor sent the entire city crashing down and decided to rebuild from the ground up.  Not unless everyone collectively decided to take overly-caffeinated fashion students’ advice when it came to everyday wear.  Not unless somebody made far too many innovations in automobile development and decided to implement them on every vehicle I can see here.  Not unless all of that happened while I was passed out.

No.  I should have noticed that before, too.  I don’t pass out.  Alcohol fucks me up, sure.  But I’ve never drunk so much that I got knocked unconscious.  I’ve never been able to drink enough to knock me unconscious.

…I remember now.  I didn’t go out drinking last night.  No, what happened was that some asshole attacked me— or, you know, tried to attack me for maybe a solid minute before I started beating the shit out of him for daring to ambush me.  I was doing quite a good job, if I do say so myself. I know I broke some bones, broke his face, had my hands around his neck, and it would have only taken me a second or so more -- just one good squeeze! -- to pulp his windpipe, and he would be dead. 

But I didn’t get to that part.  The last thing I remember was putting just enough pressure on his throat to make him choke, and then… nothing.  That’s it. That’s all I have before I woke up in the cafe.

I’m missing something.  I know I am.   It’s pissing me off.   

That fuckwad.  What did he do?  Clearly I made a mistake letting him breathe for more than a minute or so, I should’ve just killed him on sight.  If I find him again — no, when I find him again — I’m going to squeeze the answers out of him and grind his skull into paste, I’m gonna make him wish he was never born, I’m gonna make sure he’s in so many fucking pieces no one can tell his —

“Hey,” says Killjoy, because I suppose he followed me out or something. “We really need to get you to a doctor.  I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but even if it’s not a concussion, it’s safer to get it looked at, you know?  You said you were on university insurance, right? So it’s not like it’s even going to cost —”

And then he shuts up, because I have him by the collar of his shirt and he’s suddenly bent over enough that he’s barely an inch away from my face.

“Please.  Would you kindly keep your mouth closed,” I say.  “If not, I’m afraid I’ll have to make you choke on your own teeth.  Do I make myself clear.”

Killjoy doesn’t close his mouth.  It’s hanging open gently, his pretty blue eyes wide and shocked.  But I suppose he understands the spirit of what I’m asking for, because he doesn’t say anything, even when I let him go and kindly push him back upright.

Well, no, actually, there is one thing.  There’s a name he whispers: Allison.  But it’s so quiet that I can generously pretend I can’t hear it and let him keep his mouth in one piece.  I leave him standing there, and set off.

Where?  It doesn’t matter.  I walk through black-paved streets and stone-slab sidewalks, speed past too-tall buildings and too-bright colors and hoping for — I don’t know. One familiar building.  Something, anything, that I can recognize.

But… nothing. It’s like I’m an entirely different country.  An entirely different world.

How long was I out?  Am I missing memories?  What did that sad excuse for an ambusher do?

As if this day couldn’t get any better, Killjoy finds me at the entrance of a tiny, cramped alleyway, shadowed by buildings rising tall around.

“You just never fuckin’ give up, do you?” I say, sharp smile sliding easily across my face. I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m a fair distance away from where I started.  He can’t have just coincidentally run into me.  He had to have either followed me or known where I’d end up.  It doesn’t matter which.  Either option means that he’s still thinking of me.

He starts when I turn around and face him — he probably didn’t expect me to figure out he was there that quickly, huh? Well, I have to give him credit, he really is quiet.  And he stays quiet, too, even as he scrambles backwards when I start stalking towards him.

“You gonna tell me I need a doctor again, huh?”

Go on.  Say it.  I gave you a warning, I told you what I’d do to you, it’s not my fault you can’t listen.  I’m looking forward to it, actually!  Thank you for showing up just when I needed stress relief!

“… not Allison,” Killjoy says, so softly I barely hear it.

“Pardon?”

“You’re not Allison,” he hisses, and oh, is that a sight — his eyes are aglow, the light behind them illuminating their blue so that it shines against the darkness.  How pretty.  How valuable.  Even more so than when I thought the only thing that stood out about them was the color.  Really, how good of a fight must he be that he still has them?

I’m gonna find out.

#original fiction #my writing #isekai #otome isekai #writeblr #everything #violence #implied violence

[twstwonderlandstuff]

very!!! inspired!!!! by this post to make a scene with vivica (ft. valencia) because their dynamic with the demon boys are like 'someone in a harem' x 'VERY interested side chara about the harem'.

this is stupid. i don't care.

OFFERING A PASSIFLORA HELLBLOOM:

“Y-you’ll really take it?! I know you probably don’t want this from me, but you’ll really accept it?” His words are gushing out with excitement.

"Of course. It's... hrm, well, it's a little strange looking, but what in the Devildom isn't?" She giggles, taking it off his hands.

"Thank you, Levi. It's appreciated." The eye-like orbs blink slowly at the human, prompting her to blink back at it, distracted.

"Y-yeah...! Y-yeah, right!" He coughs a few times, turning away. "S-shouldn't you be going? It's getting late."

"How hypocritical, coming from you." Vivi raises her eyesbrows, but lifts herself off the floor nonetheless. She pats his head. "I'm going now, Levi. Don't sleep too late."

"Y-yeah, sure..."

"Goodnight."

= The next morning =

"Mornin', hun!" Asmodeus greets Vivi as he bursts into the room.

"It wouldn't hurt to knock, Asmodeus." Vivi sighs, looking up at the demon. She was already dressed, thankfully, caught in the middle of braiding her hair. "But good morning."

Asmo's gaze lands on the Passiflora, and he gasps. "Is that a new plant! It's really cute!"

"Do you speak of the eye-plant?" Vivica gives the plant a nod and as if it understood, the plant nodded back. "Levi gave it to me last night, in his room."

"To think that weebish nerd would do something like that..." Asmodeus mutters darkly, grumbling.

"Does the flower hold any significance?" Vivica asks, picking up on Asmo's displeasure. "Is it an important item?"

"No, nothing like that~! It's probably just a thing he got from his games!" Asmo tuts. "Now, sit down, I'll give you the best hairdo you'll ever get!"

Vivica can only smile at his cheeriness, doing as he commands. "Of course, Asmodeus. Have your way with me."

"Ooh, darling~! If you keep saying thins like that you'll turn me into something else, you know?"

"I didn't mean that sexually-!"

"You're so cute, you know that, Vivi~?"

"Urgh..."

-

Ring ring ring...

"Hey hey! Valie here, need anythin'?"

"Val, hello." Vivi smiles. It has been difficult trying to connect her D.D.D. up to the human realm, but thanks to Lucifer, she's managed.

"Vivi! Hey babe. How's it been?"

"A little strange, actually. How about you?"

"Oh? 'm doin' fine- actually, Grim 'n I took up a babysitting job today! The kid was pretty cute, so it turned out fine."

"Hol' up, I can feel that some tea is going to be spilled! Let me just boil mines up real quick. Ah- keep chattin', though, I don't want to miss any harem drama!"

"Yes, yes, here is your 'tea' for the 'harem drama', you fool."

"Mean." Light-hearted laughter comes through from Valie's side, as the clink of glasses can be faintly heard. "Okay, ready. 'M on speakerphone, okay?"

"Alright. Yesterday, Levi gave me a plant. It has a protruding sort of spike, with an eye on its end."

"...okay, that's nice. Then?"

"Then today, Asmodeus spotted it and while he didn't say anything, I felt it. Something was bugging him. Satan too. He was smiling a bit more than usual, and when he spoke, there was a... malicious undertone? Or was it of displeasure? ...it was something of the sort."

"Hrm, okay. Could the plant be special? Like, it's a really important thing down there or-"

"I've asked, but nobody gave me a solid answer. And before you say anything more, I have tried reverse searching and I did NOT yield results."

"But it's so easy!" Valie replies with a groan. "You just take the picture, and then put it into the Google Image equivalent in the Devildom!"

"It is not that easy!"

"It is. Well, it should be LMAO"

"Hah..." Vivica releases a defeated sigh. "So, what do you make of it?"

"Uhm, wait, wait, hol' up. The flower looked like a what?"

"It looked like an eye that came out of a protuding spike. It's purple and white and has some sort of vines coming out of it? Small vines- they look similar to barbed wires?"

"Uh huh... okay, so you know the Demon courting book you gave me?"

"...If this is a courting item that I haven't a clue about, I shall cry in embarassment."

"It is! Listen, according to the book- ehem- 'The Passiflora Hellbloom is a botanic species, native to the Devildom.' Okay, okay, bla bla bla.. HAH! 'When offered to a love interest-"

"Hnghhhh-"

"-they will represent the giver's love and affection. Alternatively, they will represents the giver's agony if the gift were to be rejected.' ...HOOOOOOO SOMEBODY JUST-"

"AHHHHHH FUCK-"

A deep throaty laugh resounds from Valie's end. "Did you just swear?! HOLYSHIT Vivi-"

A string of embarrassed curses leaves Vivi's normally prim vocabulary as she covers her face, embarrassed.

"'Daw, are you embarrassed? That's like, super cute! Nothin' to be embarrassed about!"

"...I will call you back."

"Eh?"

"So long."

"EHHHH-" Beep.

"...would it be so sinful to say ohmygod in this situation? would it?" Vivica whispers to herself.

#vivica karasu #valencia karasu #hihi their dynamic is so funny #idiot and caretaker of idiot that eventually becomes an idiot #so funny #so goofy #morons #obey me