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aivoryyy · 4 months

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"Sweeter than cake"

Tom Riddle x !fem! Reader

pairing : tom riddle x oc / reader , reader is a girl , she/her , they live together in the muggle world ,with a maid

no usage of y/n, the name of the reader is Aivory Meadows (from now on lol)

summary : ¡ BIRTHDAY SPECIAL ! aivory(reader) wanted to surprise Tom for his birthday but it to only lead to something else..

contains : smut, a bit of fluff at start (?), birthday sex, ¡dom! Reader, !sub¡ Tom, nsfw, usage of vulgar words, sexual tension, dirty talk, grinding, oral (fem receiving)

a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMMY AND TO MY BEAUTIFUL TOM GIRLS, HERE'S A TOM RIDDLE BDAY FANFICC AND ALSO HAPPY NEW YEARR ♡♡♡ and sorry if the fanfic feels incomplete for you or smth since the fanfic i was working on before had been deleted so i had to remake and rush this one 😭

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It's his birthday today. Tom's birthday is today. December 31. He doesn't like celebrating events like his birthday, but i want to surprise him. As much as i wanted and planned on baking him a cake, i couldn't. I didn't know how to. I might end up poisoning him if i tried. I already bought his cake yesterday, asking the maid to hide it for me in the fridge in the meantime.

Its 5:28 am right now, i should set up the surprise. He wakes up at 6 so i have to be quick and quiet too. The maid left earlier, so now its just me and Tom. Tom was supposed to go to work but i asked him to take the day off as it was his birthday and i wanted him by my side and he agreed.

I looked over at Tom's sleeping figure. He looked majestic under the light coming from the windows. I kissed his forehead before slowly lifting his arm up from my waist and gently putting it down on a pillow to make him think I'm still there. I made my way downstairs, a slight creak sound on every step I take. I went to my study, opening the drawer as i grabbed the gifts i had gotten for him. I only got him two gifts, it's gifts i knew he'd want. I got him the books he'd been wanting and i bought a lingerie. It was red with lace and two ribbons on the bra to cover my nipples, the red thong being thin and laced. His gifts are the books and me ♡.

All i need to do is change into the lingerie and fix the cake. I took the lingerie from the bag and brought it with me to the bathroom. I took of my clothes and wore the bra as it perfectly showed the shape and roundness of my boobs and the ribbons covering my nipples. I wore the thong, the thin fabric making it easy to tell wether I'm wet or not. And lastly, my ribbon headband. I loked in the mirror, fuck this lingerie barely covered shit. But i look hot. Since i was one of his 'gifts' my outfit should also be covered like a present. I took my oversized tshirt, well its not really mine— its tom's, and wore it.

I walked out of the bathroom, opening the fridge and taking out the box. I placed it on the counter beside his gift. I lit the candles, and as i did that, i felt arms wrap around my waist, tight. "Fuck, you look so beautiful in my shirt, darling" he whispered into my ear. His words making me chuckle as i turned around to face him, "happy birthday tommy" i said before he leans in, connecting our lips. "This for me?" He said, grabbing the gift bag that contained the books i bought for him. "Mhm," he stared at me for a moment before going back to kissing me. "thank you, doll" he said between kisses "let me open my gift now," he said to which i nodded. I thought he was talking about the gift bag until he suddenly ripped the shirt off of me. A gasp left my mouth, hearing the sudden sound of the shirt ripping. "Tom!—" i yelped, now my lingerie was exposed to him. "Fuck. Just looking at you right now, so fucking beautiful, doll" he praised, gripping my hips.

"I wonder what the fuck you were thinking while buying this." He growled in my ear, "jump" he said shortly, i quickly obliged and did it as he placed me on the counter. Instantly, his lips find mine and capture it in a passionate kiss. His kisses are harder and more forceful than before. A small moan escaping my lips "i have the urge to just fuck you on this counter right here right now." He whispers, his kisses trailing down my jaw to my neck.

"I'm gonna fucking enjoy this gift. Such a slut for me, yeah?" He teases, his hand making its way to my crotch area "look at this fucking thong, barely covering shit."

"Wait." I said, he stopped in his tracks."You're the birthday boy. I should be pleasuring you. Go upstairs." I said, jumping off the counter and grabbing his hand, leading him up the stairs."Oh? I like this bossy side of you"

later

"Tom! holy shit- up a bit, left—" slap. He slapped my thigh, i swear there'd be a mark. I know that i said i should be the one pleasuring him...but how could i have done that when the moment we walked into the bedroom, he ripped my clothes off and pinned me down?. "I know where your g-spot is, doll." He sucked on my clit, his skilled tongue slipping past my wet folds, "i love the way you clench around my tongue like that, doll. Let go now" he said, groaning into my pussy, sending vibrations up my body. With a final scream of pleasure, i released. My liquids releasing on his tongue "mhn...you taste good, doll. Sweeter than any fucking cake." He praised, it felt good everytime he'd praise me like that. "Sit up" he ordered "ride me." I quickly obliged, "fuck- you look so perfect, sitting on my cock like tha- shit!" He praised, i came 3 times already and him 2 times. He kissed my neck more, sucking on my skin as if it were his last meal, "fuck just like that, doll. Grind on my cock—" he groaned, both our heads tilted back in pleasure. All our clothes were on the floor. My headband was still on, though. He began thrusting up, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. "Tommy- I'm gonna-" "me too, me too, doll. Cum for me, lets come together—" he said, grabbing onto my hips tightly as they went down and squeezed my ass. Another release. We both were panting and sweating now. "I love this fucking gift, doll. I love you." "I love you too tommy, happy birthday" i said, kissing him.

(They went back downstairs ofc and stuff ♡)

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aylinvail · 1 month

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Tanna Talk: This Week in the Rogue Trader AO3 fandom (March 17 - 23 2024)

Hey hey hi, I want to be annoying on main so I thought it would be fun to start doing these weekly summaries of "What's new in the AO3 Rogue Trader fandom?" because my little rabbit brain can't keep up with the sheer amount of content and I loved @holylustration's dopamine week and think, you know what would be cool? Weekly newsletter style dop week minidose. This goes out to you @pycnolite my darling fellow organizer brained fan. Anyway, this is user aylinvail reporting to you live over vox caster from the Starseeker Bridge.

Events

Flowers of Spring (March 21, 2024) has officially concluded. Flowers of Spring is a floral-themed Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader Edition. You can find all the entries on the Flowers of Spring (March 21 2024) tag. This was preceded by Rosette Coordinated Strike Day which was dedicated in honor of Inquisitor @leadflowers's birthday.

Cool new fics

Maybe the fic did something new. Maybe it innovated. Maybe it's an entirely new concept we haven't seen yet. A non-comprehensive list. Here's what I chomped on this week.

Salt in the Wound - user Weretoad_Writer explores the aftermath of the decision to exterminatus Rykad Minoris. Excerpt: "When you’re a hammer, every problem looks like a nail, right? So either take a swing or get the fuck away from me!”

Omnissiah Forgive Me - user @jaal-ama-daravv has launched the long awaited Pasqal/RT longfic. Excerpt: "Okay, Tech-Priest, you don’t get to die that easily.”

Killing Instinct - user @nerendus cooked a very sexy Tervantias the Archmachinator x RT dead dove fic. Excerpt: “Then don't allow it,” the Rogue Trader suggests. “Force me into submission as I do the same to you. Break me as I break you.”

Who updated?

Just because my silly rabbit brain is at capacity for longfics doesn't mean it's impossible to round everyone else's plot rabbits up.

Theatre of Hearts - RT/Nocturne of Oblivion arranged marriage. And from what I hear, getting really cultural difference-flavor of interesting.

My Knight So Daring - An Imperial Knight!Heinrix x noble!RogueTrader arranged marriage AU. And from what I hear, getting really hot.

Edge of Daybreak Unbroken - Heretic Rogue Trader gets brought back to the start of the game. Time travel shenanigans ensue.

Into Temptation - Ministorum priest x Marazhai x Heinrix. Dead dove!

Pigeons and Eagles - Argenta/Cassia! Enemies to Friends to Lovers.

Tapestry of Fate II - Heinrix/RT. The Godmother of Rogue Trader Heinrix fics. Elena M is currently the furthest along the events of the game out of all the current longfics.

Starseeker - Heinrix/RT intrigue rewrite of game events with Kunrad-related canon divergence. And a shoujo romance.

I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall - RT/Calcazar. RT is voidborn and Theo's daughter, has met Calcazar before game events.

gossamer of starlight - RT/Yrliet. Yrliet watches her elantach's dynasty fall apart in slow motion. Non chronological.

A Thousand Floating Worlds - OC/Calligos Winterscale where Calligos becomes the Rogue Trader to save his Found Family from Interrogator Calcazar.

Addendums

will be updated, changed in the next few days, changes logged here. I just needed to get this out of my brainstem.

- Added I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall, gossamer of starlight as of March 22. Added A Thousand Floating Worlds on March 23.

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jellyluchi · 8 months

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Birthday Blues

A/N: A fic for my lovely @widdlepeetsselfship for their birthday! It's originally with Cannella, her OC.

Pairing: Formaggio x Reader Genre: NSFW Warnings: Reader wears a dress and does makeup has tits and pussy, coercive sex, non-consensual to dubious consent. man handling, degradation, PIV sex, praise kink, daddy kink Summary: Formaggio wants to treat you to the best birthday ever but not without a price!

Fifteen minutes past noon is when you feel a slight shake, sunlight dancing on your closed eyelids like small fireworks. Shuffling away from whatever disturbance had the audacity to disrupt your slumber,you try to go back to sleep. A faint whisper comes from somewhere above…

“…wake up babe… sweetie baby!” He calls your name

The voice grows louder, bringing you out of the perfect dream you were having, of lavish desserts and expensive getaways to some otherworldly place. Disgruntled, you groan, opening your eyes to find your boyfriend hovering over your half-asleep form.

“Maggio…” you say groggily. “Why’re you awake so early…”

“Early? Babe It’s past noon, perfect time to wake up!” He gives you a goofy grin, one that would lighten your mood if you were not between waking and sleeping. You stare at him, slightly annoyed and not clearly thinking at all.

Without a word, you try to turn back to sleep only for your boyfriend to grab you by the shoulders.

“Hey hey hey, woah woah! Hold on, are you forgetting what today is?” He gives you a rare incredulous look and you realize for once he’s being sincere.

“Fuck, did I forget out anniversary?” The expression of pure confusion with the combination of your half lidded eyes and bed head makes Formaggio howl with laughter.

“Amore, it’s your birthday.” The emphasis on the words takes a minute to sink into your mind. You look at him for a couple more seconds.

“Oh… okay.”

“Don’t ‘oh, okay’ me! Get ready baby, we’re going out for breakfast. I wouldn’t be called Formaggio if I didn't even take out my sweetie baby on their birthday.” He caresses your cheeks affectionately, as if handling a feisty cat for the first time. It’s not how he would handle a real cat, being absolute dogshit with animals as he is. Yet the affectionate touch is enough to convince you. “Doll up for me real nice, I wanna see you in that dress.. You know the one.”

Formaggio winks as you pout at back, unclear to him whether because he asked you to get up or because of the demand to dress up to his choices. You sigh, even if you have much of an option there's a certain entertainment in humoring your boyfriend’s whims and knowing you’re most likely about to get free food is enough motivation to wake up past noon. Balancing yourself,you let yourself sit up.

“That’s my baby.” He whispers, bringing a slight blush to your face that you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing.

Watching him leave the room, you flip over the covers and drag yourself to the bathroom, determined to look your best. And Formaggio, being the experienced boyfriend he is, expects the time it takes for you to get ready. A rookie version of himself would have become impatient with waiting for his partner. But as he has learned and in your wise words…‘glam like this takes time.’

But it’s completely worth the wait as you walk out of your bedroom with your hair tied, a couple of hoop earrings, radiantly shiny gloss, a fur shawl, all brought together by a baby pink dress, the sweetheart neckline of which falls rather low. The glitter eyeshadow of your lids twinkle with the natural light in your shared apartment. You’d be damned if you don’t look your absolute best on your motherfucking birthday. Being the type of man he is, Formaggio barely feels inadequate standing next to his goddess of a partner.

In true Italian fashion, he grins at you with arms wide open as if to try and give you a hug. Grabbing your shoulders, he almost shakes you with mirth. “You look fantastic.” His handsome grin is more than a little overwhelming and You pretend it doesn’t make your heart flip flop in your chest, looking away.

“You look pretty handsome.” It's an understatement. Despite only adorning a blazer with a mesh shirt underneath, somehow Formaggio makes it look runway ready. Curse him and his beautiful tummy.

Clutching your purse, you walk to the door with him in tow, going down to the parking lot.

“Wait, bella, hold on.” While you try to walk out of the building, expecting him to take you there by foot, he has other plans. He produces something from his pocket, setting it down on the ground before giving it space. Within seconds, the tiny thing turns into a car. His latest loot from some random citizen no doubt. “We’re not walking today, my love,” he quips. Opening the door, he gestures for you to go inside. “After you.”

Impressed, you give him a pleased smile. “We aren’t late are we?” You ask, as he wasn’t waiting for you just because you wanted to get the perfect eyeliner for almost thirty minutes.

“Nope! There’s no such thing as being late where we’re going.” You quirk an eyebrow.. “Don’t worry, mio amore, you’ll like it.”

Quickly racking your brain for options, you let yourself think wishfully just a little bit. “Are we going to the new restaurant that opened up a few blocks from here?” You ask, perking up at the thought. Only for your expression to fall when Formaggio howls with laughter as he buckles his seatbelt. “Not at all. You’ll like this even better!”

The car ride is anything but silent, Formaggio rambling about this and that, yet he refuses to share his birthday plans.. But no matter, instead, you start listing the designer items on the latest Vogue Italia that you wish to get as gifts. It’s, by no means, a demand for him to buy them immediately. However, it’s quite a large hint at what he should aim to steal next.

Surely Formaggio is no fool. And as his partner expects, he produces another miniscule object from his pocket. He can’t get enough of your excited gaze into his hand.

It’s an antique necklace that looks worth at least $10,000. You're no fool either, knowing not to question your boyfriend's sources and methods when it comes to the spontaneous gifts he gets her.

“It’s beautiful…” you whisper, eyes twinkling to reflect the light from the necklace’s decoration. Taking it from his hand, you put it on, finally arriving at the destination.

“Mcdonald’s.” An amused look crosses you. .

“Yup, your favorite.”

You’re not sure whether to be excited or exasperated. Cheap fast food on your birthday… while dressed to the nines. You reluctantly get out of the stolen car, not waiting for Formaggio to open the door, pretending to be a perfect gentleman. Contemplating, You secretly wonder if Formaggio met with Prosciutto behind your back for a presentation on conduct and etiquette. Not that he could hold up such a persona for very long.

And as expected, he throws his hands into his pockets, nonchalantly walking into the establishment without even holding the door to the entrance.

It doesn’t take long for you two to order some food, chicken nuggets, a shake, some fries. He gets a soda for himself. But as per Formaggio’s predictions, it wouldn’t be the only thing you eat that day.

“You sure you want that drink, babe?” he asks.

“Well of course, you should already know my order by now.” You take a sip of her boyfriend’s soda, sideying him rather openly.

“Then what about the drinks we’re gonna have after?”

“What drinks?” You suddenly perk up, handing his soda back.

“Y’know the coffee with the syrups and all that, I don’t really get it.”

“We’re getting frappuccinos afterwards?” You can’t hide your excitement even if you try. And at Formaggio’s sheepish grin, you give him a bright smile, holding your boyfriend’s face in your hands. For a moment in your enthusiasm you forget the rest of the world.

“Maggio, I could kiss you!”

“Well then why don’t you?” Suddenly flirtatious, he moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Wait, not in front of these people.” You’re sure people are already giving looks your way from being dressed the way you are, and it almost crumbles your confidence.

“C’mon, sugar,” He encourages. Formaggio has always welcomed PDA with open arms. Unlike his disgruntled partner who would often even reject his affections if it was too crowded or busy. Yet it never makes him stop persisting. “Just a small one… it’ll be quick.”

Formaggio already begins to descend upon your lips when he whispers the words and you have no choice but to accept his kiss with no resistance. Holding him by the blazer jacket, you are still against him as he plants a few soft chaste kisses to your lips. Only to hold you by the chin and gently pry your lips open, allowing him to taste the inside of your mouth.

Formaggio’s tongue takes the form of pure ecstasy, making you shiver from the intimacy.

An awkward cough makes you two separate in a haste.

“Your fries and nuggets…” the waitress respectfully places the food at the table as Formaggio gleefully receives it. All while you silently fume. There was no need for her to interrupt and humiliate you this way; the waitress would display far better service by simply not saying anything whatsoever. Munching on nuggets and fries with extra gusto, you can’t wait to leave for those frappuccinos.

“Woah, slow down there, babe. Here, take my soda.” As Formaggio offers his drink, he chats casually, a similar back and forth you experienced in the car, leaves you feeling somewhat calmer. Eventually, forgetting you felt wronged at all. Every memory of your shitty dates to fast food chains flashes within your mind and a helpless smile forms around your lips.

“What’re you smiling about, sweetheart?”

But you don't have the capacity to be sappy in the middle of Mcdonald’s.

“Nothing. Let’s go, I’m done.” Reapplying some lip gloss, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his burger, a last minute purchase he got hungry midway through the date.

Finally exiting the restaurant, Formaggio drives to your favorite coffee shop, noting the good mood you’re in after having fast food for breakfast. He reminisces about Prosciutto once telling him off for craving a burger early in the morning, saying he’d find no one that matches his tastes so closely. ‘Eat shit, old man’ he thinks.

Parking in front of the shop, he’s barely able to walk out of the car before you’re already opening the door and marching in.

Considering Formaggio hardly has anything to eat from such a place, he’s in no hurry and only thinks of his plan once you’re done here… He takes his time, walking into the coffee shop with nonchalant strides, finding you in line to order and picks a seat to wait for you there. Somehow it always takes at least ten minutes for your drink to arrive, boring him to no end, never understanding your enthusiasm for a place like this. Where there is more sugar than coffee. But really, the thing he comes to see is your smile, full of food and sugar as you should be.

Formaggio insists you drink at the coffee shop, making up some bullshit about the nice atmosphere and how much you seem to like it. And given your perky disposition at the moment, he suspects you won’t anticipate his plans, ignoring the burning in his groin at the thought.

Patience is a virtue they say, one that Formaggio tethers himself to by a thin string, waiting for you to be satisfied and gesture for him to leave. He calms his nerves, settling himself back into the bastardly grin after rubbing his short hair by the side. It’s time…

Naples is known for its narrow alleys and hideaways, making it easy for Formaggio to locate a little hole in the wall between the building adjacent to the coffee shop. Pulling you with him, he eagerly near-drags you to a space where the sunlight doesn’t reach, completely shrouding you from the eyes of the public… almost. He’s sure any noise at this point of the day would be heard by nearby pedestrians.

“What’s going on?” Your curious, somewhat alert voice asks him as he corners you into a wall.

Brushing a hand over your shoulders, he lays a lecherous gaze over you in the dress. In his humble opinion, it fits too well. How is he to resist a squeeze or two? And what better time than your birthday. His stare doesn’t go unnoticed by his partner, heating your cheeks both in alarm and flustering alike. Grabbing your hips, Formaggio pins your back, leaving no room for escape.

“Just a little fun, you wouldn’t leave me hanging on your birthday right?” He doesn’t wait for the reply, kissing along your neck and collarbone, wetting them within seconds.

“Maggio!...” You want to yell, to shout. But your words only turn to sounds of pleasure, your mouth uncooperative with your brain. It’s unbecoming of you, yet you can’t bring yourself to stop him; his grip too strong, his touch too heavenly. Breathing heavily, you take his kisses as you did during breakfast. Except Formaggio is far less gentle this time, demanding more with tongue, making you whine, trying to push him off by the shoulders.

He chuckles into his kiss, as if your fists are nothing but child’s play.

“Settle down, sweetie…” Looking at you with lustful eyes, he says. You realize his irises almost disappear from the lack of light, making them appear as dark as abyss. A strange mix of shame and arousal swirl within you, trying to fight the feeling. “Oh don’t be like that, darling,” he says darkly, a hand already pressing between your legs to dig into your underwear. “Ya look too good in that dress for me to let this go… c’mon, I got the food and the drinks…”

As the pieces fall into place within your mind, you understand his enthusiasm to leave for breakfast, his urgency for you to finish your coffee… the bastard only wanted to bed you. Or well.. You realize it’s not much of a bed, standing panting against the wall.

As Formaggio’s thin string of patience finally snaps, he’s no longer satisfied, only grinding against your hips. Flipping you to your front against the wall, he allows himself to unsheath the burning cock from within his pants.

“Wait!” His partner’s words fall on deaf ears as he forces you to bend to his whims. The pink dress rides up, revealing your wetness to him easily, how perfect that it should be so short, so easily accessible.

“Just like a common whore,” he murmurs. She could only clutch the wall the dear life as he teases her entrance slowly, covering himself in your arousal. “Stop it, Maggio…” she you whine, the resistance of your mouth not matching the anticipation of your body. And within seconds, you find yourself full of him to the brim. Panting helplessly, you try to keep yourself quiet. But your boyfriend only makes it more difficult, bending atop your back to kiss your neck and claw at your breasts..

“Sweet doll, ya always take me so well,” the grin is apparent in his voice, even if she can’t see the smug satisfaction on his face. Biting your lip, you let her body jerk to his thrusts, not trusting your voice to be of any use.

It disgruntled your boyfriend a little bit, who is enthused by your noises during intimacy. He moves his hips faster in hopes of getting more out of you. “You’re doing so well, doll…my personal whore. Dressing like that just ‘cause I said so.” He takes a moment to chuckle, encircling his arms over your stomach to knead the soft flesh.

At long last, his wish is fulfilled as you moan out a helpless “daddy…” in which he relishes.

Laughing still, he kisses over your back where it’s exposed. “So sweet.” It doesn’t stop him from continuing to thrust, now clearly chasing orgasm without paying mind to your needs. You hold still, realizing he would be cumming inside you.

“Wait please! Maggio!”

But your words are interrupted by your own orgasm, taking you by surprise when you squeeze him tight, making him plant his seed inside you within seconds.

“Fuck,” you whisper. Hearing him sigh, and pull out, You straighten yourself, worried about the condition of your dress and hair. You’ll have to reapply that lipstick. As Formaggio zips his pants, you fuss over the rumpled creases.

“I’ll take ya home, so you can get changed,” he says, clearly not as concerned.

“I’m not sitting in the car with your cum inside me!”

“Do you have a choice?” He challenges. “Or did ya want me to eat ya out before we go?”

You hit him up the shoulder. “It’s not funny, Maggio!” Huffing, you make your way to the car, hoping no one notices the trail of white down your thigh.

Scoffing, Formaggio follows, wishing you a mockery of a “happy birthday.”

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hirayaaraw · 9 months

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Unbreakable Ties 7: The Waiting Game

idol!Jaehyun x OC

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers; slow burn; angst

Tags: @yincotton @26zcl @ahtisa02 @joepomonerof @painted-hills @ukiyoneo @ourbeautifulaffair @wintersoulwarrior @cryingforjae

Note: This is a filler chapter. Let me know if you want to join the taglist. 🫶

2020

Promises are meant to be broken. As much as they want to keep each other in arms length, it is impossible not to drift away. Jaehyun fly in and out of the country. When he stays in South Korea, it will be recording, practicing, attending a variety show, or attending a drama school. Eunhye sometimes only see him on TV or in twitter through the updates of his fansites. She also started working in a bank as a Financial Analyst. Breaking her back just to prove her worth to the higher ups.

It was a Saturday evening. Eunhye is getting dolled up to celebrate her birthday. It has been a while since the last time she celebrated it with him. The tradition faded into thin air. Jaehyun celebrates his birthday with his group and goes online to have a live with his fans. She was about to put her lipstick when someone knocked to her door.

When she opened it, Jaehyun showed with a wine and paper bags on both of his hands.

"Took you long enough to let me it." Jaehyun said then hugged her tightly before going inside. "You changed your sofa?"

"Yeah 3 months ago." Eunhye said while looking at him like she couldn't believe that Jaehyun is here. Jaehyun just smiled to cover his regrets for losing that much time.

"Do you have plans tonight?"

"Don't you have a schedule for tonight?"

They laughed together. Jaehyun shaked his head.

"Cleared my schedule tonight until tomorrow afternoon." He said while shaking the wine in front of Eunhye. Jaehyun went to the kitchen to prepare the cake. He puts the candle and lit the wick.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, Dear Eun Hye Happy birthday to you." While Jaehyun is singing, Eunhye just looked at him with tears threatening to fall. She missed him so much. She missed being with him all the time.

Now, she can't just call him ask Jaehyun to come over or go to the new trending cafe. They tried to go outside once but a sasaeng and paparazzi spotted them. The next day a blind item was published. Since then, his company asked Jaehyun not to go outside with her much to his dismay.

"Blow your candle and make a wish." Jaehyun told her when he noticed that Eunhye is staring at her. She closed her eyes and blew the candle. "What did you wish?"

Eunhye's wish is now in front of her so she just shrugged.

"World peace?" Which he laughed, but the truth is she wished to have more time with Jaehyun. Eunhye is scared that he will slip away and forget her.

"Let's cut the cake." Jaehyun is about to cut it when Eunhye screamed 'No'. "Why? Cake should be eaten."

"We don't have a cake later for you." Eunhye said that made him laugh. He nodded and proceed to putting the cake inside the refridgerator.

Despite having plans that night, Eunhye cancelled the night out with her friends. She chose to stay with Jaehyun. They cooked together whatever is in her cupboard. Jaehyun gave her a paper bag full of random items he bought from different countries he visited for work.

When the clock hits 12 AM, they used the candle and cake. Eunhye sang happily and Jaehyun was so happy to hear her voice again. He missed celebrating his birthday with her. Jaehyun blew the candle and smiled to her.

"What's your wish?"

"More of this." Jaehyun whispered while looking at the cake.

"Ha? I didn't catch that." Eunhye frowned.

"I said you are not allowed to know because the wish will not come true." He said but Eunhye squinted at him.

"I'll believe that bullshit so we can now eat the cake. Cut it now, Mr. Prada." She demanded and he followed. It will be a sight for his fans to see Jaehyun being whipped.

They drank the wine empty and tell endless stories to update each other until they fell asleep in the living room. When Eunhye woke up, Jaehyun is gone and she wonders if last night was just a dream.

She walked to her kitchen and saw an envelope. It was the same envelope Jaehyun will give to him every birthday since middle school. Eunhye opened it carefully and read the content.

Dear Eunhye,

Look how we made it! Early 20s and we are doing it well. I've been to a lot of places these past few months. I thought of bringing you there. I am sure that you will enjoy it. Someday let's travel together.

Your one and only,

Jaehyun

The next time she heard a call from Jaehyun was he informed her that he is casted as a lead actor for a romcom. Jaehyun told her that he might not be able to visit her a lot during filming. Eunhye gave her support and told him not to worry.

Just like what she always do, Eunhye waits for him to come back and take of whatever Jaehyun can give. After all, he is her bestfriend.

Present

Eunhye went home without any NCT album much to disappointment of Yeri. Kim Yerim ranted for hours about how easy it is to drop by any music store and get a copy. Eunhye told her to buy online and she will cover all the fees.

Eunhye went to her room to get her sleeping pattern back but she keep on tossing and turning even with the help of melatonin. There's sadness inside that she does not like to acknowledge. Although she went back home, it felt like there was a big void in her life.

She keep a blissfull front to his son but once he goes to school, Eunhye will succomb to this pit of emptiness. Her son, Jeno reminds her everything about him. From the smile, eyes, and their humor. Eunhye returned all the memorabilia Jaehyun gave except for their son. Contrary to Jaehyun's belief that she erased him to her life, Eunhye will be reminded of him for the rest of her life.

Seoul, South Korea

"Holy sh-- wait are you serious? like serious serious?" Mark asked him after Jaehyun asked if it is possible to visit every city of Canada in a year. "Well, I think it's possible but wow I haven't even visited half of it."

Her words linger in his mind. Jaehyun couldn't under why she said 'One of the Best Decisions of her life'. He thinks it is absurd.

"Crazy how she thinks that staying with you will destroy you." Johnny said after sipping his Americano. "Or maybe she said that after your chaotic confession."

"Very helpful, Johnny." He groaned. Jaehyun told them everything to seek advise after they comforted him they proceeded on laughing at his failed confession.

"So the plan would be you will take hiatus for a year to find Eunhye?" Mark asked him.

"Yes, that's the plan."

"It's like finding a needle in the middle of haystack." Johnny said. He is supportive in the idea of finding Eunhye but he is pessimistic at Jaehyun's plan. "Don't you have any better ways?"

"Do you have any idea, Johnny?" Jaehyun bites back.

"Get her IP address."

"You think I haven't tried? She's using VPN and I confirmed it when Eunhye said she lives in Canada. First time I checked she was in Paris so I went there---"

"Wait so that's why you were in Paris when the year she was gone?" Jaehyun nodded. "When you went to Mexico is she the reason too? And all your yearly vacation is to find her?"

Jaehyun sadly nodded. Foolish attempts to find her.

"That's the definition of world tour." Johnny said clapped slowly then Mark did too. "I don't know what to say, man. You love so deep."

"Anyway, we will have a concert in Toronto and Vancouver in 3 weeks. We can start finding Eunhye from there." Mark said in positive tone.

"Yeah. At least we now have a definite country." Jaehyun is so positive of finding her.

Almost 2 decades in the career made him brave and reckless. When Eunhye runaway, his hands were tied. No one is willing to help him or he has no way. His teammates are willing but they were all scolded and restricted by the company.

Everything is different now. Jaehyun can do whatever he wants. He has more freedom than before. All he needs is to see Eunhye and ask for her explanation. Closure. That's what he wants. If Eunhye wants him gone after he got the closure he wants, Jaehyun will move on with his life and carry his love for the rest of his life.

Tables have turned. Eunhye isn't the one who waits anymore. It is Jaehyun's turn to wait.

#kpop scenarios #nct scenarios #nct angst #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun x oc #nct fluff #nct imagines

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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@🌹anon asked about my ocs sometime back and as I was answering it rn I accidentally deleted the entire thing😭😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna try and write whatever I remember again✌️:

Yes I did it again (shut up);

I'm such a fucking idiot, I found the "deleted ask" hidden deep in my drafts - apparently it went there when I lost my internet connection but instead of getting saved at the top of my drafts it got saved on the day anon first sent me the ask so somewhere in the middle between other drafts??? Anyway:

!!!You asked for it!!

They were all created for some game or another (characters I'll be able to toss away once I'm done playing the games) But I ended up falling in love with all of them🤡

I can't draw people for shit & I don't wanna describe appearances so I'm gonna use picrews (with links added for anyone who wants to use 'em too)

Starting from first created to last & answering it like I'm making them character profiles for a dating sim (but leaving out the three from Choices 'cause I don't know if they can be considered proper ocs rather than just characters the game handed us? Also leaving out the others from fictif because they're not as well developed)

1. "Lex" Alexandra Lane

(Lex after Lex Luthor and Lane after Lois Lane because I think I'm funny)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Love Island the Game S2

25 at beginning now 26 years (Birthday: November 16th)

5'5"

She/Her

Bisexual

Professional Cellist

English/British because the game didn't give me a choice

Married at 26 (because the game gives you no option), will definitely have a couple kids at some point

No gross out factor - probably ate bugs as a kid. Probably will still eat a bug off the ground if dared to. Biggest point of pride is that she can do a backflip in heels. Loves fashion/beautiful clothes that are usually stupidly expensive. Biting her lip and making bedroom eyes at every single person but really just wants to fall in love and settle down. Hates confrontation/any sort of fight but also really wants to know everything about everyone's business. Good at being the mediator. Always the big spoon. Actually pretty buff - can absolutely bench you.

2. Eliza Ramskin

(Eliza after the official name of the porcelain apple doll sitting in a box on my cupboard but then I decided I didn't want it to stand for Elizabeth so now it stands for "A Lizard" after the rubber gecko pasted on my bedroom wall. Ramskin: a bad pun because of the game)

[1] , [2] (yes the little frog is supposed to be me)

Origin: Obey Me!

23 at beginning now 26 years (Birthday: April 21st)

5'10"

They/Them

Queer

Wildlife Photographer

Has chronic pain

Has a scar over one eyebrow - will smugly tell you a cool story for it. In reality dropped a jar of peanut butter on their face. + top surgery scars

-> Essentially just om! gen MC with a background and name. Have you read my post about gen MC's canon facts? Have you read any of my gen MC theory posts, where I take individual canon facts & connect them to see what happens? Have you read any of my obey me! fics? Can you remember what general MC was like in them? Then you know exactly what Eliza is like. But still, here are some of my favourite parts:

Ambiguously human. Would fight God at 2am in a Denny's parking lot and WIN. They're very lowkey an asshole but underneath that they're kinda nice but underneath that they're a bigger asshole but underneath that they're even nicer and so on and so forth. Surprisingly down for murder. 0 self preservation + 0 shame + 0 fear + max drive & determination + max stubborness + max can do attitude + unconsciously charming + actually pretty strong + danger kink + horny = the world's greatest monster fucker.

3. Len

(Len's short for Lenora which she no longer goes by but irl named after my Lenova laptop, No surname.)

[1] , [2]

Origin: The Arcana

31 years (Birthday: June 7th)

5'11"

She/They

Bisexual

Same occupation as the game's MC

The only one who has a defined body shape in my mind and that body shape is plank of wood

Pitch black eyes that reflects no light. Vague cryptid energy. Stoic, cold yet thin polite smile that seems very surface level. Posture's so good just looking at her makes your back hurt. Warms up once you get to know her; is caring and gentle and understanding and soothing but also stuborn and tough/harsh/strict. Responsible but also has no problem breaking the law if needed. Dreams of travelling the world. Gives off black cat energy but is a dog person. Sadistic in both the sexy and unsexy way. Bad puns. So much untapped potential to be a super villain. I think I accidentally just created a female version of om!'s Lucifer...

4. Vale Knight

(Vale after welcome to night vale which I hadn't watched at the time, Knight from the same place but it's also a pun because of what happens to them in the game)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Last Legacy

28 years (July 10th)

6'0"

They/Them

Queer Polyamorous

Same occupation as the game's MC

Not only are they a weeb they're an ASSHOLE. The kind of person to get stabbed because their first instinct was to mock the mugger. Decided to dye their hair for cosplay once and then went "wait a minute -" A shameless flirt until someone flirts back and then they're a flustered annoyed mess. Had a lot of jobs over the years, currently a barista - doesn't want to be a barista forever but doesn't know what they want to do (other than gaming, watching movies/shows/anime, reading books/comics/manga) until they accidentally discover a passion for medicine and go to nursing school

5. River Bouwmeester

(River after Lake from Infinity Train which I've never watched, Bouwmeester because it's a Dutch surname meaning "master builder" because they work as a home renovater)

[1]

Origin: Monster Manor

27 years

5'1"

He/They

Queer

Same occupation as the game's MC

American (because the game gave me no choice) with probably Dutch origins from their father's side

Couple of big scars here and there

BIG "I can fix him energy". Moves around a lot = not much possibility for a long term stable relationship = oblivious and shy when it comes to romantic attraction. Strong, patient, practical. Very little can rattle them. Came from a long family line of home renovaters/builders (of the magic, strange & weird) but no close living family. Unironically loves bob the builder. Trying very hard to forget about the fact that they're extremely lonely by keeping up a very positive optimistic attitude. Their truck is their pride & joy. Absolutely loves their job even though it's what causes them to move about so much and so makes it hard to form close connections. Very friendly from the first moment but isn't tolerant of anyone's bullshit.

6. Roo Kidd

(Roo after the baby kangaroo from Winnie the Pooh, Kidd because the baby kangaroo was a kid. Surprisingly the actual meanings behind both names fit with their character/circumstances)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Twisted Wonderland

16 years (Birthday January 10th)

5'7"

He/They

Gay Demiromantic Asexual

Wears reading glasses

Lots of small scars from scrapes and scratches all along body

Always cold + loves cute clothes = wearing summer dresses and instantly regretting it. Head in the clouds 7 outta 10 times. Has never felt romantic attraction before - believed they never would and was 100% okay with that - so the one time they did start feeling it went "wow I'm really into this friendship" and stayed oblivious for an annoyingly long time. Also similarly oblivious to romantic attraction directed at them. Kinda klutzy. Big wet eyes. Big bright smile. A ball of sunshine but also really snarky. "This might as well happen" energy. Fast with quick reflexes and a sharp eye for detail. A cunning edge that comes out only during emergencies. Strength of a wet noodle though. Gets a shitty impromptu/accidental haircut that leads to him buzzing it all off and having to grow it back.

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gritsandbrits · 1 year

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Self care is designing outfits for your ship through dollmaker sites

Because i want more shrek fandom that aren't just ironic memes or shitty sex jokes, I decided to create outfits based on the romantic subplot between Charming and my OC Gwynn. I found this cute little site on Doll Divine which fits their dynamic perfectly!

Analysis down below!

First Meeting: Gwynn works at the villains' pub when ex rich kid comes waltzing in with a proposal she hastily refused. She wears a muted blue hinting at her future *wink wink nudge*

One potential scene is Charming (when he was still wealthy) encountering the mysterious thief "Black Swan" they don't know each other yet. Gwynn wears a lot of dark greys as pure black would've been too expensive at the time. Charming's costume is based on what he wore in Shrek 2

Argument scene where Gwynn tells Charming he is taking things way too far after he threatens to harm innocent kids. He says some harsh words to her so she ends up leaving. Charming's fit is loosely based on the movie version. In this context it's ironic: What he feels as the highest point of his life is actually his lowest bcuz now he's totally under his father's control & losing the only real friend he ever had. Two more wobbly steps towards his canon fate. Gwynn's dress is gray to reflect on the sorrowful mood.

Happier Ending (aka MY CANON NOW) this is whwre I say "screw you Dreamworks for fucking over Charming!" After reinstating Fiona to the throne & throwing deadbeat daddy in jail, Gwynn becomes the new Witch Godmother. Charming becomes a fashion guru. He's back to wearing blue symbolizing how he's no longer controlled by Uther, & sticking true to himself. Gwynn wears purple bc it's a mix of blue&red but also true to herself (& of she can finally afford to purple dye)

Shrek 4 ever after (4 yrs after 3) Charming & Gwynn are still dating and so not rushing into marriage yet! Also she has a new hairstyle. They're at the Golden Apple to celebrate the triplets' fourth birthday. I did play around with the idea of Gwynn being pregnant but I decided they should wait a few more years. Not every couple needed kids!

AU Gwynn where Rumple borks things up! She is one of the key figures in the resistance. Didn't have time to make Charming. Since they never met Charming ended up as a puppet king. LITERALLY. Gwynn still has her magic but it is VERY limited. Her dress is symbolic of yin-yang fitting the goal to restore balance

Post (my) Canon: Wedding Bells! They get married quickly after the events of Shrek 4. Gwynn wears blue, and Charming white and gold. It's a decent ceremony.

However there may be a scene where Gwynn stays anyways and does the play. Her gown is blue as a reminder that Charming still has time to make the right choices.

Bonus: the two other play dresses one to match with Charming's outfit the other is also based on Rapunzel since technically Gwynn fills her role as his love interest (only she's actually relevant) I think maybe as a meta joke she ends up wearing a wig to emphasize her playing a damsel in distress when she's the kinda damsel who causes distress! 😂😂😂

I know Charming looks like France from APH but it was as close as I can get it (kinda dig the waves) & the dollmaker didn't have 5 o clock shadow.

Gwynn canonically has scarring thay she sometimes wear makeup over. I felt that for her, she learned to embrace her flaws, so that helps Charming learn to embrace his.

Link to maker here!

#oc x canon #shrek #shrek charming #shrek oc #fanart #dolldivine #fanfiction #shrek the third #shrek forever after #dollmaker #dreamworks animation #oc: gwynn #black oc

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blazedrawsstuff · 1 year

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Meet Naomi Yamamura, daughter of Sadako!

Naomi Yamamura

Daughter of Sadako

Parent

Sadako Yamamura

Age

Killer Style

I love Harajuku street fashion. Though I'm wearing my simple style right now, I can assure you, I am a fangnatic for anything decora and sweet!

Freaky Flaw

Sometimes I don't take notice of my surroundings or circumstances until it's too late.

Pet

My sweet little caterpillar named Okiku! Such a squirmy little cutie!

Favorite Activity

I'm a collector! My favorite things to get are dolls and old tech. Ragdolls, Porcelain Dolls, VHSs', Polaroid Cameras, you name it, I've got it!

Pet Peeve

My mother is a bit overprotective of me. I know she's just trying to look out for me, and it's not as bad as how other parents do it. It just sometimes feels suffocating, you know?

Favorite Subject

Home Ick! It's where I learned how to patch up my dolls when they start to fall apart. Oh and Drama too! Did you know that my mother was an actress?

Least Favorite Subject

Ge-orge-phy. I just can seem to follow a map right...

Favorite Colors

White and blue, with a bit of moss green.

Favorite Food

Konpeito! They're these little candies that shaped like little star clusters! Cute and sweet, they're like if I was a candy!"

Friends

Kaze Tatsumaki (OC, Crush) Lupita Ahogada (OC) Marty Worth (OC) Vina Browning (OC) Honey Swamp

Abilities

Nensha (Psychic Photography)

Like her mom, Naomi can imprint images/markings/writings into the minds of others as a form of Thoughtography. She can imprint said images/markings/or writings onto devices such as tapes, CDs, game cartridges' photo cameras, and even writing. Precognition Naomi can see one week into the future. Immortality As a spirit, Naomi is immortal. Techno-Screen Teleportation Naomi can transport her to other places via televisions.

Skillset

Sewing

Naomi can repair sewn dolls thanks to her lessons in Home Ick.

Acting Naomi has skills in acting and preforming, likely passed on from her mother who was an actress.

Personality

Naomi is a sweet and cheerful girl. Ironically, despite her species reputation for vengeance, she doesn't hold a grudge. What she does have that matches her species is determinator nothing and I mean nothing will stop her from her goals. She has a fascination with dolls and old technology and have dedicated some of her time to collecting them.

Naomi can unfortunately be rather oblivious to what's going on around her, as sometimes it seems like she's in her own little world. She also has a poor sense of direction, so her getting lost is rather frequent. While it is difficult to enrage her, she is VERY scary when angered.

Trivia/Additional Information

Naomi's birthday is January 31st, which the the day that the first Ringu film released in 1998. This makes her an Aquarius.

Her pet's name comes from the spirit from Japanese folkflore that inspired the stories of Ringu and The Ring; Okiku. Okiku was the maid of a samurai who was killed by the samurai. Her pet being a caterpillar is based on the Okiku-Mushi, a species of caterpillar that supposedly formed from Okiku's vengeful spirit.

Naomi's powers of precognition is based on the curse Sadako brings onto those who watch the cursed tape, in which the victims die in seven days.

Her voice headcanon is Lauren Tom, who voiced Numbuh 3 from Codename: Kids Next Door.

#monster high #monster high oc #naomi yamamura

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imtheghostinsidemyhead · 8 months

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my DID story p.2

in the last few weeks i have been slowly realizing that i cannot repress of suppress these feelings anymore. as her emotional collapse of this news worsened she started to notice something was off, she didn't want to eat, to think, to exist. but she found parts of herself taking care of her. cooking for her, and calling her a stupid bitch. that part of herself was the same one that was trapped for so long. she's always had a lot of trouble caring for herself. when my friends from out of town came up to visit she for fun decided to kiss her friend. we are VERY sexually repressed. but she can't think about those things, but i can. i was the only one who wasn't ashamed enough to not masturbate when i had the chance. we didn't masturbate at all till age 20, we couldn't afford to. because then we would have to confront the fact we didn't like our ex. so we just didn't have sexual feelings, at least she didn't. she was plagued by thoughts of fucking all of her friends, it would literally haunt her dreams. she didn't feel these things, so she ignored it. when we kissed our friend we decided to take it further, she didn't really react. she shook at the thought of touching a woman. much less actually doing it. but this moment was when she realized that it was true. because i took over. and i did a very good job which was extremely out of character. to everyone including her surprise i was a top. and a very good top. and i was very horny. i felt like i was on top of the world. but i wasn't myself. on the drive to lunch on my 21st birthday i felt this conflict of self, the way i was acting for my other friend (not the fwb), my feelings of horniness, and my nostalgia for the woods mixed with the scary thought of eating fast food i projectile vomited all over my friends car. no drinks in me yet... i was frozen for a good 15 minutes, in absolute shock. unable to move or speak. frozen with the position of a cup in my hand. i knew i needed to get up but i couldn't until i finally admitted to myself that i have multiple personalities. then my dissociation ended and i was able to go on like normal (enough) in the weeks since this event i've gone through denial, fear, acknowledgement, euphoria, and a sense of war and peace. i have allowed myself to act on the traits i didn't accept as parts of myself. it's mostly just been me because when the doll was fronting for a day she wanted to take over the body forever again. so it's mostly been me and the host. but the host is really scared. she can't handle it right now, so it's just me. she was active for a few days and we can speak to each other. but i realized that i projected myself through one of my ocs. it's kind of weird to see how i've grown over the years after never knowing if i was real or not. i'm like a full fledged person, i have likes, dislikes, preferences and gender dysphoria. i've been able to dress a lot more androgynous which is cool. i don't really care about my body though. there's nothing i can really do about that. but it's been really nice to just exist. i'm writing this for the host, she wanted to but she couldn't. i'm always the author and artist. the host excels at styling and crafts. i am the storyteller. thats how i communicate, through strange cryptic expressions of self. but i'm allowed to exist now because i'm the only one who can get bitches. we now have a little system of doing things, but she needs to rest. i'm just not the best at getting non creative or survival tasks done. i have no motivation to do homework. in case anyone i know finds this side blog and gets really confused. i'm trying to reach out to people now, i'm confident that this is what i've been struggling with all my life. and i'm happy i'm getting help and accepting this fact. i'm debating whether or not i'm going to tell my therapist. i want to wait and see if she brings it up. she already knows about my gaps of memory and struggle with past identities and dissociation. my name is caspar or eerie, depending on the context. there's the ghost (me), the host, and the doll.

#did #tw vent #dissociation #dissociative system #dissociation identity disorder #lesbian #actually dissociative #dissociative identity disorder #did advice #casper the friendly ghost #eerie

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starsollstice · 1 year

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Tell me some random oc info you'd like to talk about too!

Sorry it took so long to answer !! I wanted to update my OC page a bit so this stuff had some semblance of context. Didn't get much far though, soz.

Mythverse

A fantasy tale focusing on the children and successors of the rulers of a certain realm. The previous rulers die in a catastrophe, leaving the unprepared successors behind to handle the realm. And a war ig.

Nathaniel still has really bad nightmares from time to time. When these happen he would usually climb into bed with Estelle, Solana, or occasionally Percival. The first time he did it with Lucien was after a particularly bad dream and the other three hadn't been at the palace; The two of them had spent the whole night arguing over random things and didn't get a wink of sleep, but by morning Nathaniel had forgotten all about his nightmare.

Lucien and Estelle have linked earrings that Lucien got for her birthday. Solana and Percival have a matching anklet and bolo tie respectively. Nathaniel claims they're unnecessary but secretly wants something like that too.

Irece, the race of beings most of them are, have a lifespan of about ~500 years. Irece tend to have their coming of age at 170

Lilin, Lucien's race, has a similar life span but they tend to have their coming of age at 175, cultural difference.

At the beginning of the story, Nathaniel is around ~61, Solana is ~185, Estelle is ~176, Percival is ~178, Lucien is ~182

Solana is Nathaniel's maternal cousin as well as his adopted sister.

Arnthisle

Set in a medieval-industrial(??) type port city ruled from the shadows by a magical mafia. There's also satanic rituals, ancient grudges, and insane people. No single plotline, instead there's a collection of characters with their own arcs that often overlap. + plus a couple background subplots?

This one is kinda my open-world type oc world? I wanna collect other people's ocs in it.

Pretty much everyone in this is parentless?? except Yvonne but her family's one of the leaders of a satanic cult

Eunēi, my sister's oc, lied her way into the mafia. Hanami, the person she appealed to within the mafia, knew she was lying but was impressed by her boldness.

Arthur is skilled at sleight of hand. His weapon of choice is a bladed deck of cards

Prior to the joining the Arntha Mafia, Hanami was raised by a foreigner couple.

Unbeknownst to Hanami, she has an twin. Said twin is a serial killer

Aside from the heads of the mafia's 4 sectors, no one has seen the face of the mafia's head, known as The Madonna.

Elias erased his family's memories of him before joining the mafia.

Despite being a reverend, Ezekiel harbors a deep hatred for the temple.

Luciana ran away from her family because her father used her as a sacrifice for a deal with the satanic entity.

Vitalse

A tale focusing on a wanderer named Alana and her adopted child Aria, as they're forced to seek help from the descendants of the people who abandoned Alana's people and targeted Aria's kind in the past. My only oc world that has a linear plotline ?

Unlike what it seems, Alana is the least reckless of the group. She knows her limits and her desire to live for her daughter means she only takes calculated risks. The rest of the group, despite being one of the government's reconnaissance teams, pretty much all grew up parentless and have no such restraints.

Aria prefers being held by the taller members of the crew, which means Olivier never gets to hold her. He finds this insulting and is constantly trying to bribe her with sweets.

False Heart

A story about a doll, Lucretia, bought to life by a powerful Enchanter. Unfortunately for her, her memories of her time with her creator are very blurred when she wakes up ~30 years later in some dude's attic. Strangely, no one seems to even remember her creator, who was famous in his time. And the few memories she does have, don't match the official records of the past. Lucretia's determined to uncover the truth and she's joined in her quest by a humble professor from a local university, the teenaged kid he takes care of, and a demon with a childish appearance.

The era is like, magical-steampunk

Out in public, the group very much looks like a single father and his 3 wayward kids. They're attitudes towards each other definitely match.

Alistair, the teenaged kid, recalls no memories prior to being 13 at the orphanage.

All three of the young ones do not know how to handle emotions. Lucretia barely understands emotions, Alistair thinks they're useless, and Cecil, the demon, thinks he's above 'petty human problems'

Mr. Argyle, the professor, is one breakdown away from putting them all in therapy.

Alistair is around 15/16. Lucretia spent about ~5 years with her creator/father after being created, and spent ~30 years dormant. Her mentality is closest to that of a teenager. Cecil/Malachi(Not sure of the name yet) refuses to say his age but claims he's older than all of them.

Lucretia embroidered on some of Cecil/Malachi's clothes.

Thank you for the ask!! Sorry half of this doesn't have any context.

#oc lore #soll's beloveds #ireceia #ireceia; worldbuilding #arnthisle #arnthisle; worldbuilding #vitalse #false heart #NOT tagging all the characters #I would be here till midnight

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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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1. Who are they closest to? How did they meet and what do they like to do together?

7. What are 3 foods they can’t live without?

8. What will always make them smile? What will always make them cry?

For Freda?

Thank you so much for asking, friend! I love talking about my OCs ^^

Ask me something about my 5 OCs from this post!

1: Her closest friend is probably le Comte - He was the one who brought her to the mansion and, he's the father figure: She is always seeking his approval. I also just think that the two of them are kindred spirits: They both enjoy tea, history and fancy clothes (and china dolls since I hc that Comte has a little collection of them). They met at the theatre in Freda's original time - They happened to be sat next to each other and struck up a conversation during the interval - and at the end of the show, she agreed to go back with him after popping home to grab a few of her belongings like her glasses and her diary. The pair of them like to read together and share new teas that they find while they talk about history. And Comte insists on taking Freda dress shopping and spoiling her rotten with new clothes and trinkets.

Romantically speaking, it is Theo and Arthur, they are her boyfriends after all. Freda started a relationship with Arthur after a few months at the mansion and then eventually - after some drunk confessions and making out - Theo joined their relationship, too. Freda is quite happy having the pair of them share her, even though the boys do squabble over who's turn it is for date night sometimes. But don't be mistaken; the three of them would give each other the world if they could. Arthur enjoys taking Freda on exciting, high energy dates that he knows that she'll love, ice skating being their favourite together (Freda has been teaching both of her boyfriends to skate with varying levels of success). Whereas Theo prefers slower paced date with Freda: Museums, art galleries, trips to see the ballet - all things that he is sure that his snoepje will enjoy from observing her carefully and noting her interests over time. Sometimes, Freda will get a little jealous when Theo and Arthur are spending a romantic night together - something which the boys think is obvious when they see her the next morning - and thus, they'll invite her to join them more often. After this, they begin trying new things out as a three, rather than in their seperate little couplings, and it works out wonderfully for them. The three of them are so so in love.

7: Freda does have some issues with food (most things with weird textures) but these are the three foods she could never give up even if she tried:

Potatoes - Yes, it is a simple food but, you can do so many things with them. Being a decently skilled cook, Freda makes all sorts of tasty potato dishes: Dauphinoise potatoes, mashed potatoes, sweet potato pie - she just loves potatoes.

Princess cake (Prinsesstårta) - She doesn't eat it often but, the thought of living in a world without princess cake leaves Freda distraught. She has quite the sweet tooth and enjoys Prinsesstårta on special occasions like her birthday .

Christmas dinner - Okay it might not be one specific food but, Christmas dinner is Freda's favourite meal of the entire year. It is certainly the meal that she looks forward to the most: Roasted parsnips, her beloved potatoes, cranberry sauce, turkey - She enjoys it so much. She probably has such a soft spot for it because Christmas dinner is always shared with loved ones, lots of smiles and warm feelings.

8: Freda will always smile when she dances, sings, skates and creates things. It might sound a little silly but, she cannot help the grin on her face when she dances around the mansion - so much so that le Comte offers to pull some strings for her to join the Paris Opera Ballet. It's the same when she sits down at the piano to tinker with the notes, playing until she creates something new and beautiful.

Being scolded - or rather, being given non-constructive criticism - will always make Freda cry. She strives to be perfect and is 100% a people pleaser so, when someone criticises her without rhyme or reason, and also does not advise her on how to improve or fix her mistakes, leaves her feeling so helpless and vulnerable and ultimately just makes her break down in tears. Theo learnt this the hard way and earned a harsh talking-to from le Comte.

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imaginationintowords · 4 years

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Folklore [song series]

seven

Modern Day AU! Bucky Barnes x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s relationship throughout the years.

Word count: 3399

Warnings: some swearing

Series Masterlist

Age: 7

Year: 2001

Location: Brooklyn, NY

Little Elizabeth Sanchez sat on the front porch of her house, watching her parents and the movers move things into her new house. They just moved back to Brooklyn from Connecticut because her father got a new job and to be closer to her grandmother.

"Betty, you'll have to move sweetheart, you're in the way," her mother calls out as they begin to unload the heavier things.

Betty. Her nickname since she was born, given to her by her grandmother.

No one outside of her family calls her Betty. It was reserved only for the most special of people.

She went running off to the fenced off yard, going on a search for dandelions.

"Elizabeth, come over and say hi," she heard her mother's voice.

She looked up to see her parents, Caterina and Brandon Sanchez, standing with a family of four. Elizabeth made her way over, a little shy.

"Elizabeth, this is the Barnes family, they live across the street," her father says.

"Hi," she timidly says.

"Hello Elizabeth," the mother said introducing her family, "My name is Winnie, and this is George, and these two are James and Rebecca."

Elizabeth shook hands with the adults, and looked at the two kids standing with them. Rebecca was clearly a little younger than she was, possibly four or five years old. James looked to be about her age.

"You and James are actually going to be in the same class when you start school on Monday," her mother tells her.

"Hi," James lifted his hand in an awkward wave.

"Hi," she waved back.

"Why don't you two go play?" Winnie tells her son.

"Um okay," James says walking away following Elizabeth back to the yard.

"What were you doing?" James asks Elizabeth.

"Looking for dandelions to make wishes," she tells him.

"Oh, okay," he says looking down at the grass in the search for dandelions.

"What are you trying to wish for?" he asks her.

"Can't tell ya," she looks over at him, "If I did it won't come true."

"I don't think that's true," he says.

"Yes, it's just like how you're not supposed to tell anyone what you wish for on your birthday."

"I always tell Steve what I wish for, and my wishes come true," he tells her.

"Really?" she asks surprised.

"Yeah, like for my birthday this year I had wished for a brand new bike, and I told Steve and I got the bike," he shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh. Who's Steve?"

"My best friend. He lives two blocks over. You'll probably meet him Monday. He's in our class as well," he tells her, "We ride our bikes to school everyday. You can join us if you want."

"Oh, thank-you," she hesitantly says looking at her fingers, "but I don't know how to ride a bike."

"You don't know how to ride a bike?" he stops looking for dandelions, shocked at Elizabeth's sudden revelation.

"No," she shakes her head, her brunette curls hitting her face a little, "my dad is busy with work and my mom doesn't know how to ride one either."

"No, no," James shakes his head, "we cannot have that. I will teach you. You can use my old bike to learn."

"You don't have to do that James," she says nervously.

Truth be told Elizabeth's dad has tried to help her ride a bike but after that first fall, she had sworn to never to do it again. Her parents kept trying to persuade her but after a year of failed attempts they donated her bike.

"Please call me Bucky," he says, "only my parents call me James. My friends call me Bucky."

"Friends?"

"Yeah, we're friends now," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "and as your friend I will teach you how to ride a bike. Okay?"

Bucky had a big grin on his face and Elizabeth couldn't help but to smile as well.

"Okay," she agreed.

For the next two weeks Bucky had spent every free moment teaching Elizabeth how to ride a bike. Some days Steve would help as well. Elizabeth did end up meeting Steve Rogers that following Monday at school. He was just as nice as Bucky was, maybe even nicer. Both boys had welcomed her with open arms into their little duo.

The sight was a funny thing to those walking by and to their parents. A seven year-old teaching another seven year-old how to ride a bike. Bucky holding onto the back seat as Elizabeth tried to balance and peddle. Sometimes their parents would offer the help but Bucky would wave them off, telling them that he told Elizabeth that he would be the one teaching her, and he was very adamant not to let any grown ups help.

"I can't do it Bucky," Elizabeth grumbled getting back up after falling down for the tenth time that hour.

"Yes you can. You just need to not be afraid," he tells her, "You're too scared, so of course you're going to fall. Just don't think about it."

"How can I not think about it," she whines.

"Just try not to," he says, "Just focus on peddling and balancing. Nothing else."

Elizabeth looked at him like he had three heads. Not understanding what he was saying at all. She really just wanted to be done with the whole bike thing but Bucky wouldn't let her. He was determined to get her riding a bike before Halloween. Which was only three days away.

Bucky's and Steve's parents had agreed to let the boys go riding on their bikes around the neighborhood alone for trick-o-treating this year. And Bucky really wanted Elizabeth to join them as well, he felt bad if she was stuck behind trying to keep up with them on her legs.

"It's impossible James," she says, letting the bike hit the floor and stomping over to her front porch steps.

"Come on Elizabeth, just one more try," he begs, "you almost got it. I promise. If you can't do it this last time, then we can give up."

"Really?"

"Yes, I pinky promise," he says sticking out his right pinky.

"Okay," she said getting up linking her pinky with his.

"Alright," he says, "remember just breathe and focus on peddling and balancing."

Elizabeth got back on the bike and took a deep breath, while Bucky held the bike from behind.

"Ready?"

"Ready," she nods her head, getting a sudden urge of confidence.

Bucky began pushing the bike, while Elizabeth began pumping her feet. After a few feet, Bucky let go. Elizabeth began feeling the bike wobble.

"Focus," Bucky yelled running behind the bike.

Elizabeth began to focus on the task at hand.

"Focus," she began to mutter to herself like a mantra.

"You're doing it," Bucky exclaims raising his little fists high in the sky.

Elizabeth looked down to notice that she is doing it, she's riding her bike.

"I'm doing it!" She yells out loud.

Their giggles filling the air as she made a small turn back towards Bucky. She began squeezing the brake handle, to slow down. She came to a stop in front of Bucky's house.

"I did it!"

"You did it!" Bucky ran back over his smile just as big as her's.

"Thank you Bucky," she happily says throwing her arms around him.

He hugged her back, "Now you can go trick-o-treating with Steve and I Friday night."

That Friday Elizabeth was buzzing. She was excited not just because it was Halloween but because now she knew how to ride a bike and can go trick-o-treating with Bucky and Steve. They all agreed to dress up as pirates for Halloween and decorating their bikes like it was their pirate ships. Elizabeth was still borrowing Bucky's old one, her parents were planning on getting her her own one this weekend so she can start riding with the boys to school.

Elizabeth has had friends before, but nothing like this. At her old school she would only see her friends at school, and sometimes at birthday parties but she never felt like she belonged, even at seven years-old. She was different then a lot of little girls, yes she loved to play with dolls and dress-up but she also loved to read.

Her mom used to be a librarian before deciding to be a stay-at-home mom to raise Elizabeth. So books were always at the ready, she wanted to make sure her daughter understood how important reading was to the world. How important stories were. A little escape inside a little book. The girls at her old school didn't understand her fascination with books, but here, Steve and Bucky loved to read as well. And they even gave her a couple of comic books that they had so she can read and know what they were sometimes talking about. She really liked these friends.

Her mom was finishing the touches to Elizabeth's hair, as she stood their fidgeting standing on a stool in front of the mirror in her bathroom.

"Excited?" her mother smiled at her daughter in the mirror.

"Yeah! I can't wait," she smiled brightly showing off her teeth, the two in the front missing having fallen out the night before.

"Remember to stay with Steve and James," her mother reminds her.

"I know mommy."

"And only stay within the neighborhood, you're still new at riding a bike, so be careful."

"I know mommy," Elizabeth sighs.

"And no talking to strangers," she says, putting the pirate hat on top of Elizabeth's contained curls.

"I know mommy."

Caterina helped Elizabeth down the step stool and bent down at her daughter's level.

"I know you know sweetheart, but mommy just needs to hear it again, okay," she softly says.

"Okay, mommy," she nods her head, "I'm going to stay with Steve and Bucky, and we are only trick-o-treating in our neighborhood. And no talking to strangers."

"Perfect," her mother smiled kissing her nose, causing Elizabeth to crinkle her nose and smile.

The doorbell rang.

"Betty, Pirate Steve and Pirate James are here," her father calls from downstairs.

Elizabeth runs down grabbing her candy bag on the way.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on," her mother calls out running down the stairs with a camera in hand.

"One quick picture," she says pointing the camera on the kids.

Bucky and Steve stood on either side of Elizabeth, their arms draped around her shoulders smiling brightly, some with missing teeth.

"Perfect," her mother smiles, "be careful."

"We will Mrs. Sanchez," Steve nods.

"Have fun," her father calls out as the three kids run towards their bikes.

"Betty?" Bucky asked Elizabeth as they put on their helmets.

"Uh yeah, it's my nickname my family calls me," she tells him, hoping onto her bike.

"I like it," Bucky smiled, getting on his bike.

The three kids spent their night riding around their neighborhood going door to door asking for candy.

Bucky and Elizabeth said bye to Steve as they approached his house on the way back to their own.

After quickly dumping their bikes, and Elizabeth letting her parents know she's going across the street to go over to Bucky's, they were sprawled on Bucky's bedroom floor going through their candy. Trading with each other.

Bucky's mom was still out with Rebecca trick-o-treating while his dad was working late.

"Okay I'll trade you two hershey's for two packs of sour patch kids," Bucky bargained.

"Okay, deal," Elizabeth said handing over her candy.

A sound of a car door slamming followed by loud swearing alarmed Bucky. He quickly ran over to his window to see his father stumbling through the front yard. His eyes were alarmed.

"Hurry, clean up the candy," Bucky quickly rushed over to Elizabeth, putting the candy back into their bags.

"Why?" Elizabeth asked.

Bucky didn't respond, just quickly putting the candy away when the slam of he front door made both of them jump. He quickly turned off his bedroom light.

"James Buchanan Barnes!" his father yelled.

"Quickly, go into the closet," Bucky grabbed both bags of candy before quickly rushing Elizabeth and himself into his closet, closing the doors behind them.

"Bucky?" Elizabeth whispered.

"Shh, please," he whispered to her, eyes widened with fear.

"James Buchanan Barnes where the fuck are you?" his father slurred, reaching outside his door.

"Your fucking bike James, you are in so much trouble," his father angrily said, opening his son's bedroom door to find it empty and dark.

"Fucking kid," his dad slurs before knocking one of Bucky's figurines off of the shelf by his door.

He closed the door behind him before retreating to his own bedroom.

Elizabeth stood there in fear. She has never seen an adult that mad before. Not even when she accidentally broke one of her dad's ships in a bottle.

She looked over to Bucky who had his eyes closed and tears streaming down his face.

"Bucky," she whispered, "are you okay?"

"You need to go home," he whispered, quietly opening his closet door.

"Okay," she agreed, grabbing her candy bag and handing Bucky his.

Bucky quietly opened his bedroom door and peaked out to make sure the coast was clear. He and Elizabeth quietly made their way down the stairs. Once they were safely out of the house Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief.

Bucky walked her over the where the bikes were left on the grass by the driveway.

"Please don't tell anyone what happened," he says finally breaking the silence, "Not even Steve."

"Okay," she nodded her head.

"Pinky promise," he said holding out his pinky.

Elizabeth hesitated at first, but reluctantly hooked her pinky to his.

"Hi kids," they heard the friendly voice of Bucky's mom walking through the front gate.

"Hi," both kids forcefully smiled.

"Did you guys have a good time trick-o-treating?" she smiled, holding the hand of Rebecca who was dressed like Blue from Blue's Clues.

"Yes we did Mrs. Barnes, we got a lot of candy," Elizabeth spoke up.

"Good. You heading home?"

"Yeah I am," she waved goodbye grabbing the bike to walk it across the street to her own house.

"Have a goodnight sweetie," Bucky's mom smiled.

"Bye Ewizabeth," called out Rebecca.

"Bye," she waved to the little girl.

Winnie turned to her son who had been quiet the entire time.

"You okay honey?" she asked, furrowing her brows in concern.

"Yes, dad's home," he told her, as if she already knew what that meant.

"Oh okay," she nervously swallowed, "Can you please help Becca get ready for bed?"

He nodded his head, and turned to where Elizabeth was heading inside her house.

Elizabeth walked inside her house finding her mom and dad sitting on the couch in the living room watching tv.

"Hi sweetie, how was it?" her dad asked, turning down the volume on the tv.

Elizabeth scurried over to her parents and sat right in between them.

"It was fun," she smiled, keeping her promise to Bucky.

The next day Elizabeth wandered over to the Barnes' house. Normally Bucky would come get her early Saturday afternoons to play. But now it was nearly three o'clock and she hasn't seen or heard from him since she said goodbye last night.

She pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door.

Mrs. Barnes opened the door slightly, just enough for her to peek her head out at the small child standing on her porch.

"Oh hi Elizabeth," she hesitantly greeted, holding the door as to not expose the inside to the outside world.

"Hi Mrs. Barnes can Bucky come out and play?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, not today," she said, then a loud crash was heard from the inside.

Mrs. Barnes quickly turned her head in to see what happened.

"Who's at the door Winifred?" Elizabeth hears Mr. Barnes yell.

"No one," she called out before turning back to Elizabeth, "Go home okay sweetie. I'll let Bucky know you stopped by."

The older woman quickly rushed back in closing the door behind her.

Elizabeth stood there for a couple of seconds before retreating back home.

Later that night Elizabeth was up in her room playing with her dolls when her parents walked in carefully sitting on her bed.

"Betty?" her mother calls.

"Yes mommy?" she looked up from the floor to see her parents who both had worried expressions on their faces.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Come here," her father patted the spot in between him and his wife.

Elizabeth got up and sat down.

"Bucky and Rebecca will be staying over tonight, along with their mom," her father tells her.

"Like a sleepover?"

"Yes, kind of." her mother said brushing her daughters curls with her hand.

"Why? Is it because his daddy's been mean?" she asked looking between her parents.

"What? Why do you say that?" her mother stops what she was doing, taken by surprise by her daughter's response.

"I promised I wouldn't tell Bucky," Elizabeth glanced at her feet biting her bottom lip, and kicking her feet softly.

"Tell what?"

"His daddy came home very mad yesterday, yelling bad words. Bucky had us hide in the closet and pretend we weren't there," she tells her parents.

"Oh sweetie, you should've told us," her mother said, wrapping her arm around Elizabeth to bring her closer.

"I promised Bucky I wouldn't. I didn't want him to get in trouble."

"Oh honey, he wouldn't have gotten in trouble, you would've been helping him," her father says.

"I pinky promised. You're not supposed to break pinky promises," she looks at her father, eyes so serious.

"Sometimes promises can be broke, even pinky promises, if someone is in trouble. Okay?" her father leans his head closer to her's looking her in the eyes.

"Okay. I'm sorry," she apologized.

"You don't have to apologize. You thought you were doing the right thing and protecting your friend," he tells his daughter placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Let's get you ready for bed okay," her mom says.

"I'll go get the other bedding for the extra bed in here," her father said pointing his head at the other bed in Elizabeth's room.

An hour later Bucky and Elizabeth are sat on opposite sides of the room in their own beds, both in their pajamas reading.

"I'm sorry Bucky," Elizabeth quietly says.

"It's okay, it's not your fault," he responds looking up from his comic book, "My dad has been that way since before you even moved here."

"Does he scare you?"

"Yes, but Ma always tells me to take Becca and hide in my room, and sometimes when Dad gets too loud or mean we hide in my closet with the lights off. He can't get us if the lights are off," he tells her.

"You can always live here," Elizabeth perks up at the idea, "You, Becca, and your mommy. You guys can live here."

"He'll still find us," Bucky sadly says.

"Then you and I will move. Far far far away. Just us two," she says getting off of her bed and sitting on his.

"We can pack up our sweaters and toys and move somewhere far, where no one can find us," she says eyes wide at the thought, "Maybe we can even become pirates. Pirates live on the sea where no one but mermaids can find them. You'll be safe. Your dad won't be able to hurt you because no one wants to mess with pirates. I will protect you."

"Thanks Betty, but I can't leave behind my mom and Becca," he says, "They'll miss me too much, and I'll miss them. Plus I haven't even learned how to tie my shoes yet."

"Yeah, and I'll miss my mommy and daddy too," she realizes. She gets off of his bed and tucks herself back into her own getting ready to turn out the lights as Bucky does the same thing.

"How about when we are older?" Bucky says in darkness.

"Okay," she agrees smiling in the dark, "When we are older you and I will go away and become pirates."

"Deal?"

"Deal."

Both kids fall asleep with a smile on their faces, dreaming of the their life as pirates. Far away from their little homes in Brooklyn, New York.

Oh the possibilities.

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champhangman · 7 years

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Have a Good Time

Characters: Sami Zayn x Requester's OFC (Penny)

A/S/F: Fluff

Summary: Birthdays are an utter waste of time. Aren't they?

Request: Can I put in a request for a birthday fic with Sami Zayn and my OC Penny? Sweet, fluffy, hyper Sami making her realize her birthday isn't just another day

Requested by: @vixxyvampire

Notes: Title inspired by Birthday (by The Beatles)

"Penny…"

Her dream, which involved a sandy beach, an icy mixed drink, the sounds of waves crashing, and the perfume of tropical flowers and coconut, began to dissipate. She groaned, pushing her face further into the pillow in hopes of bringing it back.

"Penny…"

Nope, it was gone now. The sand was no longer tickling her toes. The waves were no longer crashing. Her icy mixed drink was gone, paper umbrella and all. Tropical flowers and coconut were fading memories. Whining now, she shifted her head.

"Penny Lane," Sami's voice crooned. His nickname for her earned him a grumbled curse but he ignored it, his hand lightly shaking her shoulder.

"What," she grunted, grabbing the edge of the blanket and tugging it over her head.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"It's… Tuesday." Maybe if she started to ignore him she could go back to sleep and return to her tropical paradise.

"Yes," he encouraged, shaking her shoulder again. "And what's Tuesday?"

"The day after Monday," Penny muttered.

"No, no, it's more than that."

"The day before Wednesday."

"C'mon, Penny Lane, you can do better than that!"

He was shaking her shoulder so hard that returning to dreamland was an impossibility. Throwing the blanket down with a growl, she sat up and glared at him. "What more do you want? Tuesday is derived from Old English Tiwesdæg and Middle English Tewesday, meaning Tiw's Day. The day of Týr, Norse god of single combat, victory, and—"

"You're such a nerd," he teased, leaning to press a quick kiss to her lips. "I love it."

"You've gotten me up now. What do you want?"

"Tell me what Tuesday is," Sami insisted, hopping out of bed as though something had pinched him.

She flopped back against the pillows, seriously reconsidering her decision to spend the rest of her life with the man. She was pretty sure she'd made that choice under duress. Probably when he was being hyper and annoying. "It's… TV day?"

"You're getting warmer," he proclaimed, using the sing-song voice that she usually found adorable and charming.

"It's… Penny and Sami breakup day?" she suggested.

He turned from his suitcase, his expression one of shock, his lips already forming a frowning pout. "Penny—"

"Kidding!" she promised, climbing out of bed. She wasn't as energetic as he, so it took her longer, but she closed the distance between them as quickly as she could. "I'm sorry, darling, I was just teasing."

He kissed her again, and was smiling when he pulled away. "Now, tell me. What's Tuesday?"

"It's…" She faltered, struggling to recall what momentous occasion had him bounding around their hotel room at the crack of dawn. Not even the crack of dawn, she realized with a whine, seeing no hint of sunlight through the open curtains. He wasn't doing media. It wasn't an anniversary that she could remember. They'd met on a Wednesday, had their first date on a Friday… They'd professed their love the first time on a Thursday. They'd made love the first time on a Sunday. He'd proposed on a Monday. They would be getting married on a Saturday. As far as she knew, nothing of importance had occurred on a Tuesday.

"Penny… Baby doll…"

"Could I have one teeny-tiny hint?" she asked, biting her lip.

Sami groaned, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "Think, doll…" Then he began to hum.

She didn't recognize the tune at first, instead enjoying the warmth of his chest against her cheek. She could hear his heartbeat, and the way his hums vibrated, and… "Oh, shit," she blurted, rearing back. "Is that today?"

"Is that today?" he repeated, slapping a hand to his forehead.

"You know I never think about it!"

"And you know that I do!"

"It's just another day," she insisted with a groan, glancing hopefully to the bed. Now this nonsense was over, she could catch another couple of hours of sleep. She was halfway to the bed when he grabbed her arm and tugged her back. Gasping in outrage as he propelled her towards the bathroom, she sent him a glare. "What are you doing?!"

"You're going to take a shower and get dressed. Wear something comfortable and warm."

"Why am I getting dressed?"

"Because I have a surprise for you."

"The last time you had a surprise for me at this time of day, it was a heart shaved into your pub—"

"Go," Sami insisted, giving her a nudge towards the tub.

***

"Isn't this amazing? Smell that crisp air!"

Penny looked on in the predawn light as Sami paused on the trail. Lifting an eyebrow when he pounded on his chest, she began to shake her head. "You're delusional."

"C'mon! Take a deep breath."

She obliged, but refused to beat on her chest. It wasn't amazing. It was cold. Well, cold to her. Exhaling, she took his outstretched hand and let him continue leading her up the trail. They were climbing. It wasn't a mountain, but at five forty-five in the morning, it may as well have been Mt. Everest. They were just going up a hill on the outskirts of the city, for some ungodly reason. She had never been a morning person. She knew she would never be a morning person. So of course she had partnered up with a man who adored mornings.

"Almost there," he promised, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Then we can go back to the hotel? Right?" she asked hopefully, sighing when he merely grinned.

"Stop pretending you're not having fun."

"Honestly, Sami, this is ridiculous. Dragging me out of the warm bed to go traipsing up to the top of the world without coffee, and—" She cut off when he suddenly stopped. He let go of her hand and moved to stand behind her. "Sami," she said warningly when he cupped his hands over her eyes. "What are you—"

"Walk forward," he said softly. She did so, guided by his voice. Then, shuffling, she turned to face in the opposite direction. He kept his hands over her eyes, thumbs lightly stroking her cheeks. "Now, relax, doll. Just a couple more minutes."

Penny kept silent, mentally plotting her revenge. Her mind was too foggy and clouded with irritation to plot something truly devious, though. And maybe she loved him a little bit too much to entertain any ideas that would actually hurt his feelings. Damn it. "Sami…"

"Now," he whispered, dropping his hands to her shoulders. "Here comes the sun…"

Blinking, she found she was staring out at the city. Beyond, on the horizon, the sun was just starting to peek out, filling the sky with brilliant hues of yellow and pink. The sight took her breath away, and she could only stare while the sun continued to rise, melting away the chill of the night. The rays glinted off the skyscrapers, and she felt all her irritation slip away as a sunbeam landed on her face. "Oh," she whispered, leaning back against him.

"See the beautiful present the sun made for you?" he murmured, resting his head next to hers and kissing her cheek.

"It's amazing," she agreed, one hand reaching to hold onto his. "Thank you."

"What's Tuesday?" he whispered.

"It's…"

"Whoop, look at the time. We've got to get moving." He gently caught her wrist and began leading her down the trail.

"Why do we have to get moving?" she asked, jogging to keep up with his longer strides.

"You'll see."

***

The park was silent, save for the gentle splashing of the ducks in the nearby pond. Sitting between Sami's legs, his arm around her, Penny enjoyed the peacefulness of the surroundings. The old oak tree was the perfect shady spot for them to sit and enjoy the gourmet siphoned coffee he'd purchased for them, and the curious ducks waddling up the knoll were amusing in their search for crumbs from the flaky pastries Sami had gotten them at a bakery. Considering their usual breakfast when on the road consisted of whatever the hotel had to offer, she was in seventh heaven at the moment.

"What's Tuesday?" he asked, pushing her hair aside and kissing the side of her neck.

"It's…" She let her voice trail into a sigh, breaking apart the last of her pastry and tossing it to the ducks.

"We've got one more thing to do before we go to the arena," he announced once the last crumb had been gobbled up by one of the hawking throng.

"We do?" she asked, wishing they could stay under the old oak for a few more moments. Just to enjoy the dappled shade and the faint breeze.

"It's not far."

***

"Sami, you are insane! This is too much!"

"Shh."

"Don't 'shh' me! I refuse to let you spend that amount of money on something I'll never wear!"

"Shh!"

"Sami Zayn, I swear, if you don't—"

"Miss?"

The voice of the other man in the room silenced her. Pressing her lips together, she looked to Sami, hoping he would see sense and end the craziness. Instead, he seemed focused on tucking a business card into his wallet with almost obsessive-compulsive precision. He glanced at her with hopefulness shining in his brown eyes. Heaving a sigh, she gave a consenting nod and lowered herself into the waiting chair. There was a flurry of sudden activity all around them, but she could only look to Sami, whose smile was brighter than the sun.

"I love you, you crazy fool," she said while her hair was styled into an upswept twist. She watched Sami throughout, because she wasn't allowed to look in either of the mirrors of the salon. The closed salon, where the main stylist had greeted her with a decadent chocolate éclair. Her nails had been manicured, her brows threaded, a woman had made up her face, and now…

"I love you too, my sweet little princess," he crooned as something firm was pressed into her hair.

"I also hate you a little bit for doing all this."

"Nah, you don't," he decided.

He looked so excited. So happy to spend his hard-earned money on her. And to what end? Rolling her eyes when he began to grin, she gasped as the chair was swung around and she was allowed to see her reflection.

"You look like Audrey Hepburn," Sami told her, grinning at her in the mirror. "Only more beautiful."

She didn't see it, but she did see the dainty tiara pinned into her hair. "Oh, Sami," she whispered. "This is—"

"Beautiful," he finished.

"This way, miss," the stylist said, indicating two of his assistants waiting in the rear of the salon.

"Now what?" Penny asked, looking to Sami.

His grin was, if possible, wider. "You'll see. And you'll love it."

It turned out to be a new dress. A little black dress that seemed to have been made just for her figure. It was also a pair of strappy black sandals. It was the two assistants gushing over how fabulous a fiancé Sami was and how romantic it was that he was giving her so many surprises on this day.

"What's Tuesday?" Sami asked when she was escorted back into the main salon. To her surprise, he'd changed into a suit.

"It's starting to be something special," she admitted, reaching to adjust his tie.

"One more stop," he whispered, kissing her forehead while taking her hand.

***

"You're spoiling me."

"No, I'm treating my future wife to a few little things I know she'll love," he disagreed.

Hand in his, she slowly strolled through the empty halls of the art gallery. Old masterpieces stared at them from the walls, and she marveled at being able to enjoy them without tourists and groups of schoolchildren getting in the way. Though she knew he had to be at the arena soon, he didn't rush her. In fact, he encouraged her to take her time. And while she studied an old portrait of a Regency-era woman, he seemed to study her.

"What's Tuesday?" he whispered.

"It's today. It's… It's a pretty damn special day, Sami."

"What else is it?"

"It's…" She gazed at the seemingly all-knowing face of the woman in the portrait. "It's my birthday."

He gasped, one hand going up to clutch his chest. "It is?! I had no idea, doll! Why didn't you say something?!"

"Because it's just another day! Well, it used to be. I mean… You're not going to do this every year, are you?" she asked, indicating the dress and the jewelry and the paintings around them.

"I'm thinking next year we'll do a hot air balloon ride, actually." He glanced at his watch, ignoring her look of shock, then took her hand again. "C'mon, time to go. There's one last little surprise waiting for you."

***

When they walked into the arena, the backstage area seemed oddly quiet. There wasn't the usual hubbub. In fact, save the security man that signed them in, they passed no one. Sami hummed the birthday song while they made their way down the hall, and appeared not to notice the place was deserted. He parked their suitcases next to a wall and guided her down another hallway, and she saw the sign for Catering just before he pushed open a door.

"SURPRISE!"

There was an explosion of noisemakers, cheers, and an off-key rendition of the birthday song. Confetti and streamers flew at her while the entire roster and backstage crew gathered around. Shocked, Penny could only stare at Sami, who was grinning wider than he had all day. The crowd parted and her breath caught when the room went dark. They sang on, starting the song over as a cake lit with sparklers and candles was brought forward.

"Make a wish," Sami called to her.

She did. The wish may have included a hot air balloon ride, or perhaps another sunrise on a hill, or maybe breakfast under an old oak tree. She would never tell. Well, maybe she would tell Sami. If he wheedled her enough. Which he probably would.

"What's Tuesday?" he asked once again while lifting a forkful of cake to her mouth.

She grinned. "My birthday."

"You sure? Not just another boring workday?"

"Never again," she promised. The cake was delicious. She hoped there would be some left to take home.

"Next year it'll be on a Wednesday, you know."

"Will it?"

"It will. But… I think we should keep celebrating it on Tuesdays, don't you?"

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