#thanks for asking it's sweet of you to remember 🤗

[cevansbrat0007]

Hello 🤗 I am back to cause chaos lol I have had this thought for days. What about the reaction of Andy and or Ari if there girl goes and gets waxed down there and they usually go to a woman but this time it was a man ?

Summary: Ari doesn't approve of your latest trip to the spa.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Jealous/Possessive Ari Levinson, Arguments, Smut, Discussions of Personal Grooming Habits, Manhandling, Oral Sex (fem rec), Ass Slapping, Cursing, Minors DNI.

A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You and Ari are in the middle of a conversation one evening, with both of you taking turns catching the other up on the events of your day. 

“Anyway, I can’t wait to try their new, revamped line of body butters they’ve got coming out next month.” You pause for a moment to shut the dishwasher before dutifully pressing start. “I remember the first time I used their hibiscus and papaya scrub – wait. Or was it the oil?”

You cast a glance over your shoulder at your handsome Bounty Hunter who’s been busy holding up a wall in your kitchen ever since he walked in the door less than fifteen minutes ago. You’re not the least bit surprised when you see him shrug, the poor man looking so lost it was almost comical.    

“Eh, I can’t quite remember.” Your fingers come up to tap your chin. “But whatever it was, it seriously had me smelling so good practically all flippin’ day.” 

Satisfied, you return your attention back to tidying up your kitchen. Since Ari had texted saying he’d already eaten and you hadn’t wanted to leave the clean-up to the last minute, you’d decided to tackle it before you got too tired and didn’t feel like doing it anymore.

“Now, Beast, if you find yourself hungry in the middle of the night you just go on and help yourself. And don’t forget about the biscuits.” You tell him as you move to wash your hands. “They are literally the backbone of the entire dish.”

A beat goes by before your rugged companion responds. And when he finally does, it’s with something you least expect.  

“So, I take it there weren’t any, uh, other lady waxers workin’ at that fancy spa place of yours today?” Ari coughs, appearing more than a little uncomfortable with the subject matter at hand. 

“Huh?” Confused, you lean back against the countertops before bracing yourself on your elbows. “That’s all you managed to get out of the last ten minutes?”

His sheepish response of “well, yeah” has you shaking your head in exasperation. 

“Of course there were. The staff at Ostara is almost all exclusively female.”   

“Oh. It’s just that…” He gazes up at the ceiling, almost like he’s waiting for the right words to come tumbling down out of the sky. “When I asked how your day was a little bit ago, you mentioned that someone named Michèle handled your waxing appointment. I just assumed it was a woman...” 

“Nope.” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest. “Michèle is most definitely a guy.”  

“Okay.” Ari blows out an uncertain breath the same time as one of his big hands comes to rub at the back of his neck. “Not too sure how I feel about that.”

“About what?”

He gives a lame shrug before jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “‘I guess I’m just not too keen on the idea of another man seeing you…like that. In fact I know I’m not.”

His words have your mouth falling open. “Beast!” You exclaim, slapping an incredulous hand to your forehead. “I promise that we kept everything strictly professional.”

“Never said it wasn’t.” He mumbles, even as he continues glowering at you from across the room.   

“Welp, now that we cleared that up I think I’m ready for bed.” You push away from the counter, intending to put an end to the discussion by heading upstairs. Although a part of you should’ve known that it couldn’t possibly be that easy. “If you decide you wanna join me, you might wanna try getting over yourself first.” 

“Now hold on.” He goes to reach for you as you pass by, but because you see it coming, you manage to dance out of the way. “Bird, wait!”

You simply didn’t have the energy to argue with him about something as trivial as this tonight. He could get over it, or he could go home.

“Slow down a second, woman!”

To your credit, you manage to make it all the way to the top of the stairs and into your bedroom without looking back once. Not that you needed to anyway since you could feel that your Bounty Hunter was hot on your heels. 

“Hey!” Ari growls, snagging a fistful of your oversized sleepshirt and hauling you flush against his hard chest. “You know I hate it when you walk away in the middle of a conversation. Drives me fuckin’ nuts every single time.”

Now that you knew to be true. It was part of the reason you always kept that move in your back pocket. Because it always bought you time while pissing him off. 

“You were being ridiculous.” You tell him, reaching behind you to twine your arms around his neck. “But if you’re finished, I suppose I could be convinced to let you take me to bed.” 

All is quiet for a moment as your eyes flutter closed, your body content to relax as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat. A hint of a smile tugs at your mouth when you feel two large, warm hands settle on your hips, followed by a whisper of lips tracing along the shell of your ear. 

“How ‘bout you finish telling me about why you let another man see what’s mine?” While Ari manages to keep his tone low and even, there’s no mistaking the fact that he’s pissed.

And just like that, the spell is broken. Immediately, you pull away – surprised when he lets you go. 

“Seriously?” You snap, almost tripping over your own two feet. “I already told you, the girl who usually does it called in sick. What else did you expect me to do, Ari? Skip it?”

“Well, maybe.” Ari grunts, his sensual lips curving into a frown. “Not sure why you even felt the need to subject yourself to that shit in the first place. I had no idea when I left you this morning that you were planning to abuse my pussy like that.” You watch as he runs an agitated hand through his chestnut locks. 

“Just so we’re clear, this is my body we’re talking about, okay? Which means I'm in control of what happens to it.” You perch on the edge of the bed, your entire body bristling with annoyance. It was a shame that your man refused to let this one ride.

“Bullshit.” He hisses before grabbing the bottom of his faded gray t-shirt and dragging it over his head. “I’m not talking about your body, I’m talking about my pussy. The same greedy cunt I find myself feedin’ damn near everyday.”

“Oh, don’t be crass.” Your tone is rife with indignation, even as you feel your cheeks heat. 

“Who the hell’s bein’ crass, Duchess? All I’m doing is telling the truth.” Next he goes to work on his jeans, unfastening the button and zipper before dragging them down his legs and kicking them into a random corner of the room, leaving him clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs. “I tell you all the time about how fucking greedy she is, don’t I?”

Okay, fine. But that didn’t mean he had to be so loud about it. So what if you hadn’t been the type to enjoy sex all that much before Ari came along? Now you couldn’t get enough. Where was the crime, officer?  

“I’m not that greedy.” You pout, doing your best to ignore the wetness coating your thighs.

“Baby.” Ari murmurs, bridging the distance so that he can bend down to take your lips in a brief kiss. “How many times have you been done – I’m talking absolutely spent – and she hasn’t wanted to let me go?” He briefly distracts himself by twisting one of your curls around his finger. “So I’ve gotta take you again. Fuck you even longer and harder so she’ll finally let us both get some rest.” 

“I–I’m not even sure I know what you’re talking about.” Except you absolutely did know what he was talking about. And it was absolutely true. Well, most of it anyway. 

“Is that so?” Ari murmurs as his voice dips, his tone pitched to arouse. “Then perhaps you need me to help jog your memory.” His leans in trail a line of soft, sensual kisses along the curve of your throat. 

“Maybe.” You rasp, tilting your chin up so as to grant him easier access. 

“I’ll do whatever you want so long as today is the last day I ever have to hear about you letting another man see what’s mine.”

“That is IT!” You snap, shooting off the bed so fast you barely miss smacking heads. “Fuck you, Ari Levinson! If you’re so hellbent on making something out of nothing then you can just see yourself out already.”

“I can’t help it if what I’m feeling actually feels like something instead of nothing.” You can’t help but notice the way his heated gaze tracks your every movement. 

“For the last time, I went to a salon and spa to see a licensed esthetician for a professional waxing appointment like I have done for ages. Today it just so happened to be with a guy.” This time when he tries to touch you’re quick to slap his hand away. “Nothing happened other than me enduring having hot wax poured onto, and then subsequently ripped off of, my nether regions. That is it.” You huff, poking him in the chest with your finger. 

“And I’m trying to tell you that you didn’t need to put yourself through all that.” You jump when he nips at the offending finger, gently catching it between his teeth. “Not for me. I don’t mind a little hair. Doesn’t bother me any.”

Well, you would be sure to file that one away for future reference.

“But I didn’t do it for you, you goof!” You yank your hand away, attempting to put some distance between yourself and the annoying, half-naked Bounty Hunter standing in front of you. “I did it for me. It’s part of my…my self-care, or whatever.” Your pulse speeds up when you watch him reach inside his boxers to adjust his rapidly hardening cock. “Okay? But I won’t use Michèle again if it bothers you that much.”

“Appreciate that.” Ari nods once, his perfect teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he slowly backs you into a corner. “But I wanna put it on record that I’m the type of man who’s gonna enjoy his meal however you’re fixin’ to serve it, sweet Bird.”

Holy shit. Why the fuck did that make your pussy gush the way it just did?

“M–meaning?” You gasp when you collide with a nearby wall. Grinning, Ari slips a wandering hand between your bodies, pleased when he finds you naked and wet for him. He cups your bare pussy, reveling in the way your sticky honey eagerly coats his palm.  

“I just don’t want you thinkin’ about depriving me because you’re in between appointments, or 'cuz your regular gal has to reschedule.” You let out a whimper when Ari grinds the heel of his palm against your swollen clit. “I’m afraid that’s not going to work for me. Or, I suspect, for her.” 

“You’re so bossy.” You whine, rising on your toes as he continues to tease you. “You really gotta work on that.”

“You think so, beautiful Bird?” He gazes down at you through lidded eyes, his easy grin bordering on indulgent. And then he applies more pressure, not missing the way your toes curl into the plush carpet as pleasure begins to overwhelm you.        

“Uh huh.” Your hands go to grip his forearm, perhaps hoping to better increase the friction. 

“Then I reckon I just might owe you an apology.” And truth be told, he recognized that he probably did. It was entirely possible that he let the whole Michèle thing bother him more than it ought to. Perhaps he’d sleep on it and see how he felt about it all tomorrow. Or not.

But for now, there was something else he could do to help mend things – provided he was willing to get a little filthy. 

Ari surprises you by removing his hand. But just when you’re about to pitch a fit, he drops to his knees in front of you. “Let me make it up to you, sweetheart.” He begins as his fingers trail their way along the soft skin of your calf. “Let me apologize for giving into some of my baser instincts, like the neanderthal you’ll probably wanna claim that I am.”

“Beast–” You open your mouth to respond, only to let out a surprised squeal when he picks up your leg and drapes it over one of his broad shoulders. “Jesus!”

“Hush.” He then leans in to bestow a hot, open mouthed kiss to your exposed pussy. He groans against your most intimate flesh, savoring the sweet, earthy taste of you. “Need to make sure she’s okay before I start apologizing too much.” Is all he says before he goes back to burying his face between your thighs, nuzzling at your glistening folds with the tip of his nose. 

“Are you sensitive anywhere?” Ari growls, his voice coming out slightly muffled as he circles your throbbing bundle of nerves with his skilled tongue. “Sore?”

“No.” You breathe, lightly running your fingers through his dark brown strands. “In fact, I feel ah-may-zing.” You finish with a tiny giggle.

“Good.” 

That’s your only warning before your world suddenly shifts as Ari tosses your other leg over his shoulder. Next thing you know, he’s back to standing at his full height. And you’re now touching the ceiling with your thighs locked around his head.     

“Omigosh!” You cry, the sound of your nervous laughter filling the room. “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you don’t – ooh…oh God yes…yesyesyes!” You smack your open palm against the ceiling as your Bounty Hunter begins to eat you like a man starved. 

“Oh don’t stop, Beast, please!” You sob, grinding your dripping pussy against Ari’s face, soaking his beard just the way he likes.  

Words, rough and unintelligible, rumble out from somewhere deep in his chest. And while you may not be able to understand him, you know exactly what he’s trying to tell you. His hands gripping your ass to hold you in place are enough to drive the message home. 

You were to take everything he gave you like a good girl. His good girl. So you do. You practically scream yourself hoarse as Ari takes his time tormenting you with every sensual flick, every tortuous swirl of his wide, flat tongue.

He gets off on the way he's making your legs shake, the sound of you unbridled cries and soft whimpers leaving him painfully hard. But still he doesn’t stop. He continues taking his time, worshiping you the best way he knows how.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Ari grunts when he finally comes up for air, his breaths coming in sharp pants. “But I’m still gonna need a little more time to work on my apology.” One of his hands delivers a swift blow to your ass, making you yip. “Really need to reconsider my behavior today while I put a fresh spitshine on my pussy.” He winks at you then, letting you know that he means every word.

“I’m sure she won’t mind.” He quips with a grin, his chin still shiny with your juices. “And neither will you.”

END

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[russellsppttemplates]

i saw that you might have a blurb night soon so i wanted to shoot my shot and ask you for a Carlos Sainz blurb where him and the reader have children and the whole shebang and make super cute and fluffy please! sorry about the mistakes, english isn’t my first language

Note: I've been sitting with the idea of writing for him, but I don't remember getting requests, so this could be a tryout thing, let me know if that's something you'd like to see here! Also, don't worry, english isn't my first language either 🤗

"Amor", you heard your husband call, "can you bring the sunscreen downstairs, please? I forgot it", Carlos said.

"Let's go and give this to papa before your siblings turn into little shrimps", you tapped little Benjamín's nose, his sweet giggles loud as you walked down the stairs with him and into the pool area. Clara, your oldest, was fine swimming on her own, feeling comfortable enough in the water, and Mateo was sitting in the loungers while Carlos blew air into his floaties.

"Are you almost done, papa?", Mateo, your second child, asked, "almost, buddy. While you wait, let mama rub the suncream on you, okay?", he asserted as you Benjamín, your youngest, was happily splashing in his kiddy pool on the grass.

"Arms out", you said, kneeling in front of your son and spraying the product on his skin before you rubbed it in, "legs now, and stay still, okay?", you attempted before you put an extra layer on his face, "go on now, papa has your floaties", you smiled, seeing him excitedly run up to Carlos and stretch his arms so his father could gear him up for his swim.

"Clara, do you have cream on?", you asked, "yes, mama, I put it on before I came outside", she smiled, making a big jump inside the pool. "Off you go, be safe!", Carlos said as he allowed Mateo on the pool, the boy copying his sister's actions.

"Now, you, come here, gorgeous", Carlos said, welcoming you into his embrace and kissing your cheek. He was only wearing his shorts, so you basked in the warmth his naked chest left on your skin as you untied the straps of your dress, letting the fabric fall and pool by your feet, "I'm going to lay down for a bit, are you joining me or them?", Carlos whispered in your ear.

"You", you smiled, picking up the dress and folding it before you allowed your body to rest on the double lounger, Carlos' hands pulling you closer to him, rubbing your skin that wasn't covered by your swimsuit, "it's so nice, just the five of us", you said as your hand cupped your husband's cheek, his hum resonating in your fingers.

Later, Carlos joined the kids on the pool, swimming and splashing while you sat on the stairs, water only covering your bottom half as Benjamín's legs kicked in the water, "do you want to try and swim to papa?", Carlos asked, grabbing the round floatie so your youngest son could swim up to him, his siblings cherring him on as he mostly floated, not yet getting the hang of kicking his legs.

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

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[dmitriene]

hi, may I request a Leon with fem reader where he’s spending his free time with her going on coffee dates and going on bookstores possibly with re4 Leon? 🤗 thank you.

꒰ 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘺𝘺!! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢!🤍 ˑ༄ ꒱

❝𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦❞ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴. ❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦4 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯.

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Leon Kennedy had always been a man of action, but today was different.

Today he was busy planning and surprises, he had been thinking about this day for weeks and it filled him with excitement that he couldn't hide.

You talked about a cozy little cafe down the street that you always wanted to visit, and about some books that you really wanted to buy, Leon remembered these conversations well, and today was the day when he would make your desires come true.

The day was gray and drizzly, raindrops running down the window panes in a rhythmic melody.

He never thought he would be so passionate about planning surprises for someone, but for you, his precious girl, he was more than willing to go the extra mile.

As you walked hand in hand through the wet, noisy streets of a quaint european city, the smell of rain soaked cobblestones filling the air, Leon felt his heart fill with love for you.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Leon turned sharply from the main street and led you to a cozy cafe that you had talked about once.

You blinked in surprise as he opened the door for you, letting you in, a soft chime announcing your arrival and you were enveloped in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries.

You turned to him, your eyes wide with curiosity — «Leon, on what occasion?» you asked.

He smiled warmly and gently kissed the tip of your nose — «No occasion» he answered softly — «Just wanted to make you happy»

Your heart swelled at his words as he led you to a table by the window, you settled into comfortable chairs and soon the kind waiter brought out a menu filled with delectable desserts and drinks.

As you both enjoyed the chocolate cakes and drinks, you couldn't resist trying to feed Leon a piece of your cake, but he playfully pulled away, making a grimace that made you giggle.

— «Come on, Leon, it's delicious» you teased, holding a spoon of cake in front of him.

He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously — «I don't know about that» he said, feigning doubt, like a child who has just tried something unfamiliar.

You rolled your eyes in mock irritation — «Fine, more for me then»

He chuckled and softened, sharing your indulgence, it was moments like this where you both could be yourself that made your relationship so special.

After you both had enjoyed every bite, Leon motioned for the receipt and paid for the meal.

Walking back out into the rain soaked streets, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in your heart, knowing how much effort he put into this surprise.

But the surprises are not over yet.

Leon led you to a charming bookstore nearby, your eyes lighting up as you saw the familiar shelves of books lining the walls.

You turned to him, your gratitude shining in your eyes — «Leon, how do you remember about this place? I mentioned it once in passing»

He smiled and kissed your cheek — «I remember the things that are important to you» he simply said.

You felt your heart fill with love for him as you began browsing the shelves.

Your fingers slid along the spines of the books that you really wanted to read, and suddenly you came across a children's book about the gray wolf and Little Red Riding Hood.

You couldn't help but laugh at the similarities between the characters and your own relationships — «Hey, look at this» you said, holding the book — «That wolf reminds me of you, and i think that makes me Little Red Riding Hood»

Leon laughed, his deep, rich laugh filling the air — «So, I'm a wolf, right? I don't know if i like this comparison»

You grinned slyly — «Well, you're a bit of a wolf when it comes to protecting me» you teased.

Leon laughed heartily, shaking his head — «Well, in that case, i'd better be careful not to devour you»

Your heart skipped a beat at his playful remark and you placed the book back on the shelf with a sly grin.

But as you continued to browse the shelves, you finally found the book you were looking for, a novel that had been on your wish list for a long time, you happily picked it up and hugged it to your chest.

Leon noticed your excitement and approached you, his eyes full of love — «Did you find what you were looking for?»

You nodded enthusiastically, your heart filled with gratitude — «Yes, Leon, thank you for remembering»

He carefully took the book from your hands and put it under his arm — «Now go and choose something else that interests you, i'll be at the checkout» he said, giving you a soft, reassuring smile.

As you walked through the bookstore, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and love for Leon.

He was the perfect guy, always attentive to your needs and desires, always willing to do whatever it took to make you happy.

Finally, you picked out a few more books that caught your eye and with your arms full of literature, you headed to the checkout counter while Leon waited for you there, holding the book you wanted so badly.

When you approached him, he handed you the treasured novel, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly — «Leon, you're the best» you whispered in his ear.

He pulled you close, his arms wrapped securely around you — «Just because i have the best girlfriend» he replied, his voice full of warmth and affection.

You melted into his arms, feeling completely happy in his arms, there was no one in the world you would rather be with than Leon.

The moment the rain continued to pour outside, you knew that you both were exactly where you were meant to be — enveloped in each other's love, with hearts full of joy and a future filled with endless possibilities.

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[cielie-voss]

Hey there!

Stumbled across your blog and fell in love with your Eddie Fics! 😍

If you're still taking request, I'd like to request something Rockstar!Eddie x Reader, where Reader works at a bar or cafe and Eddie is on tour with Corroded coffin and meets her at work. She doesn't believe that he's a rockstar and thinks he just wants to impress her until one day, she accepts his silly pickup lines and goes on a date with him.

If you don't like this, it's totally fine. Hope you have some peaceful holidays (and a very unmerry Christmas, absolutely loved this!)

Rockstar!Eddie x fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I'm so sorry it took me so long, I hope you like it! I just wanted to write something short and simple (ha, jokes on me, short and simple seems to be something not possible for me). I had so much fun writing this!

Warnings: Rockstar AU, Fluff, bad pickup lines, idiots in love, mutual pining, Reader is a writer, some petnames, takes place in the 90's. Wordcount: ~8k ("something short and simple") Summary: After some crazy years of university stress, heartbreaks, family problems and the wrong kind of friends, Y/N decided to take a year to discover herself, figure out her dreams and wishes. With her newfound freedom she just wanted to do some Minijobs and travel the world. No university stressing her with exams, no annoying family who's trying to tell her what to do, no backstabbing friends, and most importantly: no dating and no more heartaches. But boy oh boy, she could've never been more wrong. Taglist: @violetmiroh If you want to be tagged in coming fanfics or if you want to request something, feel free to send me a dm or an ask. 🥰 Likes, comments and especially reblogs are always welcome. 🤗 Masterlist

Finally. 

After years of stress and torture you finally found some freedom. You successfully graduated college with your major in literature, ready to enter the real world. And that’s not the only thing you had to master throughout the past years.

“Why don’t you study something useful? Maybe business administration? Or marketing?” Your parents had perfected the game of making your life a living hell. Literature was something useless for them. Something where you would never get a real job. But you wanted nothing less than to write. Write about everything. Poems. Dramas. Novels. You wanted to tell the world about the little stories in your mind. But writing wasn’t a job. At least in your parents opinion.

“Did you meet a nice guy? At least some guy that likes girls who can’t get their noses out of these damn books? Any friends other than Tolkien or Poe?” God, these people are so ignorant. Everytime you visited your family or called them, your mother had another blind date arranged for you.

“You remember Daron? Yeah, the Daron you went to elementary school with. His fiancée cheated on him, you know? He’s such a nice and handsome guy. Why don’t you call him? Wouldn’t it be sweet if you guys meet again after years?” No, mom, that wouldn’t be sweet. 

“Oh, honey! I’m so sorry. I totally forgot I asked Fred and his mother to come over for lunch. You remember Fred, right? He used to tease you back in middle school. You know what they say: lovers like to tease each other!” You were glad your mother turned away from you as you were rolling your eyes dramatically. Laughing at her own ridiculous joke, she turned to Fred and his mother. 

To be honest, your dating life was just as miserable as it could be. Even without your mothers help. And not because of what you were studying or your interests, like your mother said. Or because of your casual and comfy style or mostly reserved and introverted personality. Your heartaches and frustration with the male gender was mostly due to their immature behavior. 

Over the years you experienced nearly all sorts of failed romances. Caught them cheating, being ghosted, unknowingly ended up as a one night stand, being the affair, constant fighting, being rejected and creepy mothers who tried to arrange a wedding after two weeks of going out or guys with a special relationship to their mothers. Some weird Norman Bates kind of relationship. There was even one guy, whom you really liked, that sadly turned out to be gay.

“Why did you have to move so far away?” Well, this one is self-explanatory. 

“At least you could call us every second day.” Thanks, but no thank you. You didn’t want to give them another way of terrorizing you with their unrealistic ideas and expectations.

All you wanted was to live your life the way you wanted to, and not how they wanted your life to be. No parents, no stress, and most important: no dating. Just you.

So after you graduated and broke up with the seemingly most perfect guy, who turned out to be a rotten liar and the most unfaithful piece of shit, who didn’t just cheated on you multiple times, but also stole your hard earned money, you decided to take a year off to travel around the world, to find yourself. You sold your car and the stuff you wouldn’t need anymore and with that money, you started your journey. 

On your trip you’ve seen the probably most beautiful cities and met even more wonderful people. To afford your stay you worked from time to time in little cafés and lovely bars. In exchange for room and board you worked as a temporary worker on farms. In your free time you sat down and wrote. The people and landscapes were so inspiring, you filled one notebook after another with short stories, poems and even started to work on something that might be your first novel. Every now and then you sent your works to different agencies and participated in writing competitions, improved your writing and earned some reputation for your works. 

London was the city you stayed the longest. You stayed with a lovely family, the Bakers, who owned a little pub in the outskirts of London. They treated you like family, like a family you never had but always wished for. You helped them with their household, tutored the kids after school and worked downstairs at the pub in the evening. 

When you had a day off, you’d usually sit down at the bar, a pint of ale in front of you, pen in hand. The words seemed to flow right out of your pen, as natural as breathing. 

You could’ve never wished for a better time. The Bakers treated you like a daughter they never had, and even the regulars at the pub treated you like one of the Bakers. Between lovely drunken blue-collar workers, who loved to tell their stories and sing their work songs, you felt somehow at home, you felt safe and came out of your shell. With each day you became more extroverted, literally flourishing and bristling with self-confidence. 

And it was in that pub where you met the guy in Jean's vest who stood out like a sore thumb in this scenery. From behind the bar you couldn't help but notice how his leg bounced up and down like a nervous child. After some minutes you decided to help him calm down a bit.

“Are you waiting for your date?” With a warm smile you looked down on him.

“Huh?” As if you pulled him out of a trance, he winced and looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. You huffed at his reaction and sat down the pint in front of him.

“I asked, if you’re waiting for your date to show up.” The smile remained on your lips as you looked into his big brown puppy eyes. His eyes darted to the pint you just gently shoved towards him.

“Don’t worry, that’s on the house.” You assured him.

“Thanks, uh … “ Again, like he was in a trance-like state, he shakes his head and looks back at you. “My name’s Eddie.” He reached his hand out to you and you shook it. You noticed the unusual rings that adorned his fingers and the little bats that were tattooed on his forearm. He obviously didn’t belong here. 

“Nice to meet you, Eddie. I’m Y/N.” 

There was something in the way he looked at you that you couldn't identify. So after a short moment of awkward silence you took a sharp breath in, pulled your lips into a thin smile and said “Anyway, let me know if I could do anything for you. And good luck with that date.” You gave him a wink and turned back to your bar to serve the regulars who are now, bit by bit, rolling along.

As the hours ticked by and the bar settled into its usual hustle and bustle, you found yourself repeatedly returning your gaze to Eddie. Something about his appearance had a mesmerizing effect on you. And there was no way you could say what it was that captivated you. 

Slowly he began to warm up a bit, engaged in conversations with some other guests, but without further notice, he also caught himself repeatedly trying to catch a glimpse of you. 

“Make sure he gets home safe!”, you called out to the cabbie, a lovely man named Barnaby, after you accompanied a slightly drunk Tommy outside to the cab.

“Y/N, my dearest!” Tommy slurred after you handed him over into Barnaby’s hands. “One day, I promise, I will introduce you to my son! I’ll gladly take you as my daughter-in-law!” 

“Go home and sober up, then we’ll see!”, you laughed and waved the drunk redhead, with a face glowing as red as his hair, goodbye.

“Isn’t she just the most loveliest person on earth?” Tommy asked, now turned to Barnaby, who was just smiling and nodding in approval.

Quietly grinning to yourself you closed the door and headed back to the bar. It was already past midnight, the pub slowly became quieter until Eddie was the only one sitting there, his ringed fingers wrapped around his emptied glass. 

“I guess it’s time to kindly tell me to fuck off, isn’t it?” You had to admit that Eddie’s puppy eyes made you soft.

You cocked your head and with an apologetical expression you nodded. “I’m sorry, Eddie.”

Eddie just shrugged, a sheepish smile playing around his lips as he carefully slid the glass towards you. 

“It’s okay. I’m glad I had the chance to be stood up and get you as my substitute-date.” He got up from the old, shrieking bench, winked at you and left the bar.

“Keep the change, Y/N my dearest!”, he chanted. 

Only now did you look down at the glass and saw the bills peeking out from underneath. You wanted to shout out to him “Eddie, I think you made a mistake!”, but he was gone and left you with this lavish tip. 

For a moment you stood there, stunned by this man, before Mr. Baker could pull you back to reality. “C’mon Y/N, it’s late, go to bed and get some sleep.” You turned around to face him, the human version of a teddybear, looking down at you with a knowing smile. You quickly took care of closing out the register before stuffing Eddie's tip into the big tip jar.

“No, no, no. You keep that.” Mr. Baker pulled out the bills and handed them over to you. “It’s yours.” And before you had the chance to protest, he patted your shoulder and gently pushed you towards the door that leads to the family’s private apartment.

You tried to find some sleep, but everytime you closed your eyes, you saw this lovely smile and these big round puppy eyes. God damnit! Why did he have to be so cute?

The next morning you pulled out your notebook, after multiple failed attempts to fall back asleep again. Maybe some writing would banish this handsome face out of your mind that kept you awake. But jokes on you! 

Your mind always wandered back to this guy, his messy hair, the sloppy smile, the tattoos on his arm, his big, brown eyes … It was enough to drive you up the wall. So instead of accidentally turning the love interest in your little fantasy romance into a copy of Eddie, you put down your writing stuff, took a deep breath and left your room.

When you entered the small kitchen, Penelope Baker, who everyone called Poppy, already waited for you with a knowing smirk dancing around her thin lips.

“Good morning, lovely.”, she chirped, her words underlined with a cheeky undertone that made you stop mid motion. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion and cocked your head before you let yourself down on your chair.

“Good morning.”, you answered with a skeptical frown.

“Coffee?” As if nothing had happened, Poppy offered you the coffee pot. With a nod you cued her to pour the steaming hot liquid in your cup. You thanked her and wrapped your hands around the cup to warm yourself a bit. The smell of this freshly grounded coffee filled your nose and was already enough to wake up your still sleepy mind.

Just as you thought Poppys previous smirk was just another one of her quirky habits and meant nothing, her voice turned into that typical ‘I’m your mother and know exactly what’s going on’-tone as she said “So Theodore told me about that guy last night.”

For a split second you froze, then let out a sighed “Oh my god.” 

“What? Teddy said he seemed to like you. Oh lord, isn’t that adorable? A young, handsome, mysterious guy showing up, unexpectedly sweeping this young lady off her feet.” In a dramatic motion she clutched her hands to her chest and jumped out of her chair.

“Oh, young love! I would give anything to feel like this again in my old days.” As if she was dancing with the ghost of a long lost lover, she seemingly floated through the small kitchen.

With a frustrated sigh you buried your face in your hands. Your grumbled “Oh my god” was more embarrassed this time.

“But you do know I’m right here, my love?”, Theodore coaxed, as he leaned back in his chair and watched his wife with a raised eyebrow.

“Tz, I’m not talking about you, Teddy.”, she waved him off.

Sensing the upcoming argument, even if it’s not meant seriously, you grabbed your cup of coffee and sneaked out of the kitchen. “Okay. I guess that’s my cue to leave you two alone.”

The rest of the day you spent with Nathan and Ethan, helping them with their homework. You haven’t met a lot of twins in your life so far, but you never met twins that were so different from each other than Nathan and Ethan, which made tutoring them a real challenge. But sitting between these bickering boys was still a better alternative than being ribbed about Eddie by Teddy and Poppy.

Since it was your day off and you couldn’t focus on your writing upstairs in your little room, you went down into the pub earlier than usual. Your hopes were high that the hustle and bustle around you would distract your mind a bit so you could focus on your writing. 

The first few sentences had a hard time coming out. But after you got back into your flow the words came out on their own. That was until you noticed a brown haired figure approaching you out of the corner of your eye. 

“Aw, did you miss me?”, you leered and leaned back to face Eddie with a smug grin. “Or do you wanna give your date a second chance?”

“Well, actually,” Eddie declared, nonchalantly dropping into the seat opposite you, “I was just trying to get away from some of these pushy fangirls, you know?”

As if he was discussing the weather, he leaned back, fingers tapping a casual rhythm on the table. “Yeah, sure. Clingy fans,” you joked, closing your notebook and using the pen as a bookmark.

“Listen, being a rockstar isn’t easy when you’re smoking hot like me,” he explained, a self-assured chuckle escaping him as he tilted his chair back, the legs scraping against the floor.

You disappeared behind the bar and met a very amused looking Mister Baker.

With furrowed brows, you leaned to your side in an attempt to peer through one of the beautiful stained glass windows. Eddie followed your gaze, then turned back to you with a puzzled expression after trying in vain to discern what had caught your attention.

"What?" he inquired, reverting to the shy and nervous behavior from yesterday.

You couldn't contain the giggles bubbling out of your chest as you leaned back and faced Eddie again. "Nothing. I was just trying to get a glimpse of all those fangirls you escaped from."

"Oh, great, you're making fun of me," Eddie stated, rolling his eyes.

"C'mon, Eddie. You're trying to convince me you're a rockstar." You waited for a response, anticipating another remark about his alleged status as a musician, but were met with a sulky Eddie instead.

"Okay, I'm sorry, Mister Rockstar," you apologized playfully. "How about a drink? My treat."

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered in an exaggerated pouty manner.

 “Don’t you dare say a single word!”, you hissed to the man and to emphasize your statement, you raised a warning finger. Still grinning, he playfully raised his hand, mimicking the action of locking up his lips with an imaginary key.

You poured beer into two pints and placed one of them in front of Eddie.

“Cheers.” With your glass raised for a toast, you added “Let’s start over again. Hi, I’m Y/N.”

His eyes darted between you and his beer until he eventually gave in. “Hi Y/N, I’m Eddie. Nice to meet you.” As you clinked glasses you locked eyes, which unexpectedly sparked something inside of you. Something you couldn’t quite explain, but it felt unexpectedly good. 

For the rest of the evening, your intention to continue with your manuscript was completely forgotten and replaced by the desire to talk to Eddie for hours. He asked about your notebook and after you told him that you were about to write a novel, you found yourself in a lively conversation about your favorite authors with him. 

You talked about Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, George Orwell, Virginia Woolf for hours without noticing how late it was getting. There was this spark between you and him that ignited a fire within your soul, a fire that became bigger and bigger the more you talked about your interests. And when you spoke, his eyes were literally glued to your lips. You’ve never felt more comfortable in your life than in this exact moment, talking to a stranger about your biggest passion and your dreams to publish your first fantasy novel. 

A few more beers followed, Teddy even brought you some snacks. Then Eddie told you about the DnD campaigns he planned and plotted years ago with his friends, his love for Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit and assured you that he’ll be the first one to buy your book. When you told him, you never had the chance to play DnD, because you never really had that kind of friends, something flashed in his eyes.

“You never played DnD?" Eddie's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as if your statement had personally offended his very existence. "Oh, what a shame! Okay, you know what?” His elbows crashed onto the table, and he leaned in so close that you could practically feel the intensity of his gaze. His soft eyes locked onto yours, filled with determination. “I, Eddie Munson, promise you, Y/N Y/L/N, that I’ll introduce you to the world of DnD one day.” With a mischievous smile playing on his lips, he dramatically raised his pinkie for a solemn pinkie promise, an act you sealed with your own pinkie.

“Alright, deal.”, you whispered, absolutely mesmerized by the guy you just met yesterday.

“Deal.” He repeated solemnly.

“Okay, you lovebirds.” Mister Baker's voice interrupted your promise, pulling your attention back to reality. The pub around you was empty and the chairs were already put back on the tables. “I’m really sorry, but my wife will kill me if I don’t close the pub soon.”

With your face blushing with shame you quickly leaned back into your seat and looked away. How embarrassing that must have been to watch. Like you were teenagers again.

Eddie cleared his throat and took a look at the clock. “Oh, shit, yeah. I should go now, my friends are surely wondering where I am. Goodnight, Y/N.” He paused for a moment to look at you one last time before he left the pub in a hurry.

The looks both Mr Baker and Mrs Baker gave you were unequivocally. But in your opinion, they were reading something into your casual conversation with Eddie. Something you didn’t seem to perceive. 

The next few days, Eddie found himself inexplicably pulled to that charming little pub, his heart fluttering with excitement every time he spotted your Y/H/C hair behind the bar through the stained glass windows. Without fail, he made his way there each evening, armed with a new and absurd excuse. Sneaking up behind you, he would unleash the most cringe-worthy pickup lines, each one more outrageous than the last. You'd heard your fair share of cheesy pickup lines over the years, but none had ever elicited the same blend of blushes and giggles that Eddie's managed to. It was as if you both had regressed to the age of twelve, sharing a playful banter that was both bad and yet undeniably funny.

As you brought his first pint of beer for the evening, you found him crouched forward in his seat, his face twisted in an exaggerated expression of pain. Concern etched on your face, and with furrowed brows you asked, “Everything's okay, Eddie?” To which he replied with a mischievous glint in his eye, "Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you." This unexpectedly caught you off guard, and despite your efforts to suppress them, snickers escaped you, filling the air with shared laughter.

Another very stressful evening, when you passed him with a full tray of empty glasses, he said “Hey, Y/N, you dropped something!” 

“Huh?” You promptly came to standstill, the glasses clinking at the abrupt stop, and tried to figure out what you had dropped. But after you couldn’t find a damn thing and slowly became somewhat desperate, you noticed Eddie's lopsided smile. He seemed to be biting back his laughter as he quipped, “My jaw”, and brought that lovely smile of yours back to your lips with this poor attempt at flirting with you.

One evening, you were seated at the bar, leisurely sipping your coke, when Eddie stealthily approached from behind. Gently placing his hands around your waist, he leaned in and whispered in your ear, “You know, with all these secret rendezvous with you, I feel like I’m a spy or something. Hidden identities, clandestine meetings, just you and me, and no one knows about this, far away from the public.”

Playfully, you rolled your eyes and retorted, "Oh, please. You're not James Bond, Eddie."

He chuckled, "I may not be James Bond, but I am a famed rockstar by night.” To make sure no one heard him, he looked left and right, then turned back to you. “Shh, it's a secret!", he whispered and winked at you.

After releasing you, his warm hands leaving a lingering sensation, you sighed and turned your barstool to face him. For a fleeting moment, your gaze flickered to his slightly parted lips, now curled into a smug grin. Looking back into his eyes, you cocked your head and, absolutely unimpressed, countered, "Yeah. Nice try, buddy. You're not fooling anyone with that."

By now, your jokes about him allegedly being a rockstar didn’t seem bother him anymore. No. Instead he chimed in on your jokes, complained about clingy fangirls, unreliable sound engineers, the bad food during their tour. And you laughed at his jokes, thinking he was trying to impress you.

You could’ve sworn he must have heard your heart beating heavily in your chest when, with his hand resting on the counter behind you for support, Eddie leaned forward, nearly brushing your cheek. Just inches away from your face, the sensation of his breath on your skin caused a shudder to run through your body. If you would have tried to stand up, you suspected your legs would give way, as your body inexplicably turned to jelly in the mere proximity of him.

Eddie flashed a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, can't blame a guy for trying, can you? But it seems like it doesn’t necessarily need a secret agent or rockstar to sweep you off your feet, right?" His coarse voice, barely above a whisper, was vibrating in his chest. Chuckling, he leaned back, feigning nonchalance, though a subtle twinkle in his eye hinted at the amusement behind his teasing attempt. As his face, and lips, were outside the danger zone, you noticed that you were straining holding your breath for what felt like an eternity. 

“How was your date?” Poppy asked teasingly as you came upstairs one evening. Eddie brought you his copy of The Hobbit and some flowers he picked from some front yard that reminded him of you. The pub was very crowded that evening, so you two decided to just chill in the backyard, counting stars and eating the cookies he brought.

“That was not a date.”, you declared and rolled your eyes.

“Oh. Of course. No date. I understand. Like the other not-a-dates you two had the last couple nights, right?” Poppy winked at you knowingly. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment, so you turned away and took care of the dirty dishes.

One day Eddie came to the pub earlier than usual. The pub wasn’t even open yet. Shaking from the nervousness that filled his body, he paced up and down the sidewalk in front of the pub. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was all nervous and excited like this. A thousand thoughts rushed through his mind, as he waited for you to come down after he rang the doorbell.

“Okay Eddie. Breath in-” He took a deep breath in, “- breath out.” His breath was shaking. And since his attempt at calming himself down didn’t quite have the effect he wished for, he took a long drag from his cigarette, inhaling the smoke that had at least a little soothing effect on his nerves.

“Eddie?” The sudden sound of your voice made him jump, causing you to smile. You stuck your head out of a window and looked down on him.

“Hey, Y/N!”, he greeted you. All of a sudden the words he already laid out in his head vanished into thin air. 

“I … Y/N would you … I mean …” Eddie closed his eyes, took another deep breath and gathered his courage. “Would you like to go out with me? Tonight?” With furrowed brows he looked up to you. His heart nearly jumped out his chest as the words left his lips.

“You mean like a date?” The smile on your face grew wider than ever before. “A rockstar is asking someone like me out for a date? Is this some cinderella kind of story?” Your nervous laughter made him hold his breath, expectantly waiting for your final answer. His body tensed up as you finally nodded, accepting his invitation.

“Sure. When and where?”

He smiled from ear to ear as he told you the time and place. 

“Alright. See you tonight!” You waved him goodbye and disappeared back into your room.

“Yeah, see you tonight.”, he whispered dreamy with his eyes fixed on your window for a little longer before he turned around and went back to his friends.

“So how’s the no-date-policy going?” Teddy leaned against your doorframe as you turned around, grinning like a highschooler that’s been asked out to prom.

“Oh shut up.”, you laughed in an attempt to hide the blush on your cheeks. 

“Hey! Poppy! Guess who has a date tonight!”, Teddy’s voice echoed through the apartment. His words had only just left his lips when Poppy was already standing in your room, seemingly faster than light and with a grin that almost looked scary.

“He asked you out?” But before you could answer, she grabbed you by your hands, pulled you into a tight embrace and swirled you around. “I never thought I could be any prouder as a mother than this.”

“Poppy, she’s not -” Teddy tried to intervene to remind her that you were not their actual daughter. But Poppy, filled with pride, interrupted him.

“Oh shut up, Teddy.”

Still giggling she released you to look you up and down. You were still in your baggy shorts and a faded shirt, that once used to be a blue and violet tie dye. The longer she looked at you, the more you got anxious. 

“So … “ she started after a moment. “And what are you going to wear?”

“What?” Her question caught you off guard. You were still busy to not freak out with joy.

“What are you going to wear tonight? Sure you can’t go on a date looking like this, sweetie.” Well, she was pretty damn right with that. In your mind you went through your little options. Because you were often switching between hostels and other places to stay the night, you chose not to carry that much clothing around with you. So most of your outfits consist of simple shirts, most of them already pretty baggy and faded, and some simple jeans. Nothing that you could wear on a date to make a good impression. Well, you honestly didn’t intend to go on dates anyway.

“Oh my god.”, now you have started to freak out. “What the hell am I going to wear?!” With furrowed brows and slightly panicking you looked at Poppy.

“Don’t worry, darling. I got you.” She gently squeezed your hand, then left your room, skipping like an excited child. 

“I guess I should leave you two girls alone.”, Teddy whispered to you, somehow happy to leave this intimate mother-daughter moment.

As long as Poppy combed through her wardrobe, you faced the mirror, trying to tame your hair to look nice and girly and not like a crazy witch. Just as you were trying to braid your hair, Poppy came back with a pile of clothes. This might be a more complicated and complex quest than you thought. 

You tried on outfit after outfit. Dresses. Skirts with lovely ruffle blouses. Your favorite so far was a dark brown culottes with a fluffy beige blouse. That was until Poppy pulled out a dress, short puffed sleeves, flowy skirt and a lovely floral pattern. You instantly put it on. The fabric was soft and light, the layered dip hem skirt flowed down from your waist like a waterfall of flowers. You never were a fan of these oldschool puffed sleeves, but you had to admit, that these were pretty flattering. Around your waist, the fabric was a bit ruffled up and tightened in your back like a corset. And the neckline was low-cut, but not too revealing.

As you eyed your reflection, admiring how the dress accentuates your favorite features and yet managed to conceal your insecurities, Poppy carefully completed the dress with a cute little necklace. 

“You look absolutely stunning!” She stood right behind you with her hands on your shoulders and examined your reflection too, looking like the proud and loving mother you never had. 

“Thanks Poppy.” was all you managed to get out at the moment. You never considered yourself good looking, not even close. Instead you always tried to hide your body and your low self esteem. But your new found family taught you in so many different ways how beautiful and stunning you actually were, on the inside as well as on the outside.

It felt like an eternity until it became evening and your long-awaited date with Eddie came closer. Watching the clock hands seemingly move in slow motion, your impatience grew with every second to infinity. Poppy helped you to braid your hair and embellished your french braids with colorful flowers from their balcony. 

Every fiber of your body was tense and it was a miracle you managed to walk to your destination. Nervously fidgeting with your ring, you found the place Eddie told you. But to your surprise, it wasn’t a restaurant or bar. It was a nightclub. Every time the door opened, rock music blared outside, then fell silent again when the door closed. 

Did he mess up the address? Or did you mess up? Anxious, you verified the address of this place over and over again, finding no mistake, until the ticket taker spoke to you, thinking you were the next in line. “What’s your name?”

Pulled out of your thoughts you looked at him. “What?”

“What is your name, so I can let you in.”, he repeated.

“Oh, Y/N Y/L/N, but I think I got the wrong address, sorry.”

Just as you were about to leave, embarrassed and downhearted, he opened the door for you and the music carried you inside.

As you hesitantly entered the club you simultaneously entered a whole different galaxy. The heavy guitar sounds and fast drums adapted to the fast and nervous beating of your heart. With a loud thud the door slammed shut behind you. 

People mostly dressed in black leather jackets or jeans vests covered in patches, pins and studs ushered you further into the club. You let yourself get carried by the wave of metalheads, standing out like a sore thumb with your cute little dress and the flowers in your hair. The masses around you came to a stop and you found yourself in front of a big stage that was covered in red light, a flag hanging on the wall behind the setup that announced a band named ‘Corroded Coffin’. 

Squinting your eyes, you tried to find the guy with the wild, brown hair, but to your disappointment you couldn’t find him. After some minutes of desperately searching for that lovely smile, the few lights that tried in vain to lighten up the whole place dimmed and everything fell silent for a moment before some slow and hauntingly beautiful guitar riffs filled the air. Your eyes needed some time to adapt to the darkness around you. The crowd started to cheer frenziedly, jumping up and down uncontrollably as the heavy beats of a drum joined the guitar. Caged in that impetuous jostling, you had to stand on your tiptoes to catch a glimpse of the now partially lit up stage.

And when you caught sight of that wild, dark brown mane, you froze for a second, eyes wide open in shock. “No fucking way”, you mouthed in disbelieve.

The world around you seemed to fall into slow motion as the realization hit you hard. That guy in front of you, believe it or not, was Eddie. Eddie Munson, the guy you randomly met at a pub and made fun of because he claimed to be a rockstar. He was shredding his guitar like a maniac, a burst of energy radiating from him. And just as the crowd was about to freak out with excitement, he grabbed the microphone and, with a contagious enthusiasm, hollered to the crowd, "Alright, folks! Let's make some noise that'll shake these walls! We're here for a hell of a good time, so buckle up and get ready for a wild ride!" The crowd erupted into even louder cheers as the concert kicked off with a surge of electrifying energy. 

His eyes were scanning the crowd, desperately looking for your unmistakingly beautiful face. Fortunately his eyes found you, his look a mix of triumph and satisfaction. A silent declaration that spoke volumes, as if to say ‘See, I wasn’t pulling your leg.’ Still in disbelief, you shook your head as you watched him perform with his band.

“In the shadows of the night, where the demons come alive,

Echoes of thunder, a twisted ride, where the fearless dare to strive.

As the spirits intertwine, prancing to a symphony of the dark,

In the heart of rebellion, we leave our lasting mark.” 

Even though this wasn't your type of music, the sight of your type of guy performing like he's possessed by the devil himself made the whole show surprisingly enjoyable.

“Rising from the ashes, we're forged in the fire,

restless souls and a rebel's desire,

Riding the storm, breaking the chains.

Legends are born in the heat of the fight,

In the roar of the crowd, where freedom reigns.”

For the rest of the concert, Eddie couldn't take his eyes off you. The sea of ​​leather and denim jeans around you blurred into a viscous, gray mass, completely insignificant to him. All that mattered to him at that moment was you – your smile, outshining any star in the night sky, and your eyes, radiating a warmth that could envelop him even in the darkest of clouds overshadowing his mind.

The thundering beat of your heart, on the verge of explosion with excitement, merged seamlessly with the unexpectedly peppy song. At first, it was just the drums, synced with the slow strumming of the bass, gradually increasing its pace until it abruptly fell silent, giving way to Eddie's voice as he chimed in.

You couldn't have possibly missed the smug grin on Eddie's face, the grin you began to love throughout the past days, as he let his piercing guitar riffs slice through the dense air. The drums and bass seamlessly joined in, weaving together to unveil Eddie's latest song, evidently penned about a certain girl he had met just days ago.

“In a haze of neon lights, the city's heartbeat loud,

A crowded room, lost faces in the crowd.

Then there she stood, a vision rare,

Sweet innocence like the flowers in her hair.”

After they played their last song and the stage was once again covered in darkness, the masses around you, still hyped, rushed outside. Countless thoughts mixed with a wave of overwhelming emotions washed over you, leaving you riveted to the spot, unable to move. But as soon as you caught a glimpse of Eddie's wild mane while he climbed down from the stage, there was nothing that could’ve held you back. With a flock of muttered and incomprehensible excuses gushing out of your mouth, you pushed yourself through the remaining crowd towards Eddie. 

“Her laughter echoes, a sweet serenade.

Lost in the moment, nothing else compares.

Her eyes sparkle like stars in the night,

A sweet surrender, everything felt right.

Her words like poetry, a gentle breeze,

In the storm of life, she puts my mind at ease.

In the chaos of life, she's my symphony.”

“Eddie!” A security guard blocked your path, but you exerted all your strength to reach Eddie. “Please, let me through. I know Eddie; we’re friends. Please,” you pleaded, standing on your tiptoes and waving desperately for Eddie to notice you.

“Okay, you lovebirds. Don’t you think we should go somewhere more … quieter? At least with less prying spectators.”, the bassist, a tall guy with a smile sweet as honey which he desperately tried to hide, suggested.

“Nice try. I can’t let you through; the backstage area is just for the band.” The guard attempted to shoo you away, gently restraining you.

“No, you don’t understand. I…” Eddie, prompted by his drummer who pointed at you and the guard, rushed towards you, wearing the broadest smile on his lips.

“Y/N!” The sound of your name startled the guard, who turned his head, sensing trouble he needed to address. Taking advantage of the distraction, without a second thought, you leaped over the barrier.

There was no way anyone could have held you back at that moment.

Everything unfolded rapidly, yet it felt like slow motion as you enveloped him in your arms. His warm hands cupped your face, fingers entangled in your hair. His lips met yours, moving in sync to a silent rhythm set by your connected heartbeats.

“Okay, nothing to see here, guys!” His bandmates pivoted to shield the curious looks of the crowd, slightly bewildered by the unexpected sight of their lead singer's romantic interlude.

“I never thought you would actually come,” he whispered against your lips, breaking the kiss but still cradling your face with his calloused hands. His voice trembled, and you could feel his heart pounding violently against your chest.

“And I never thought you were telling the truth, but here we are,” you retorted, still breathless, earning a laugh from him—a laughter you never wanted to miss in your life again.

“Is this Eddie’s secret girlfriend?” someone screamed excitedly, pointing at you and Eddie.

“Well, does this look like a secret to you?” the drummer huffed, attempting to disperse the onlookers.

With the help of the security, his bandmates managed to give you and Eddie some private space, away from their curious fans. They already suspected something was going on since they couldn’t figure out the reason behind his late night trips or the silly smiles dancing around his lips when he returned to their tour bus. He seemed to be a completely different person after he went out one night after a little argument with their manager. And now they finally had an answer, the answer was right in front of them. 

“Yeah, I think Jeff is right,” the drummer agreed. “And don’t you think you should introduce your secret girlfriend to us?” He playfully mimicked quotation marks with his fingers, emphasizing the words with a teasing tone, the rest of the band loudly agreeing. With his arms crossed above his chest and a raised eyebrow, the curly haired drummer, who was wearing a Corroded Coffin shirt underneath a red plaid flannel, nearly squeezed himself between you and Eddie. 

Eddie took a deep breath and let go of you, silently cursing his nosy friends for interrupting this intimate moment with you. He grabbed you by your hand, squeezing it gently to, on one hand, assure you that everything is okay since he sensed your unease, but on the other hand to make sure you wouldn’t leave his side. 

“Okay, okay.” He rolled his eyes in a playful manner and added "When you finally stop pestering me" like an annoyed parent would to silence their nosy child. 

"Okay, let’s go, move, move!" the bassist, Jeff, demanded excitedly, ushering them into the backstage area with animated enthusiasm. You clung onto Eddie as the rest of the band, with combined forces, led you two further into the backstage area. 

You spent the rest of the evening with Eddie and his Band, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, you snuggled against his chest. His friends welcomed you with open arms and treated you as one of them, as if you knew each other for years. 

As they settled in, the atmosphere turned light-hearted, and this group of grown up adults, famous rockstars, who had momentarily reverted to their teenage selves, cracked one bad joke after another. Eddie's friends wasted no time in sharing embarrassing stories from their shared past, tales that had long been hidden in the recesses of their memories.

Amidst the banter, they found joy in recounting youthful escapades, revealing anecdotes about Eddie that made him both blush and join in the laughter. The tour bus became a time machine, transporting them back to the days of awkward adolescence, with the added delight of sharing these moments with someone who had now become a part of their close-knit circle.

As hours slipped away, the scent of beer and cigarettes lingered in the air, and your adoration for the dorky, brown-haired guitarist only deepened with each anecdote shared by his bandmates.This became one of those core memories that etch themselves into your soul—a source of perpetual joy, belonging, and safety whenever you reflect upon it.

Even though you enjoyed the time you spent with the band, you longed for some time alone with Eddie. The earlier kiss lingered, leaving a sweet longing in its wake, the taste of him remaining on your lips. Each and every time you caught a glimpse of his lips, your heart seemed to skip a beat and a cozy warmth spread within you as the memory of his lips moving against yours flashed through your mind. And it was no different for Eddie. 

Gareth noticed the looks you shared, your nonverbal conversations, not knowing how to get away from the boys for some alone time. So he did what every best friend would do.

“Alright guys.” He clapped his hands, gaining everyone's attention. “I think we should give our lovebirds some time for themselves.” As he stood up, he winked at Eddie, who, in return, mouthed a relieved ‘Thank you’. Before you and Eddie left them, everyone hugged you goodbye, like you’ve always been friends. 

You stumbled out of the bus, still laughing and grinning like a teenager. The cool air of the night let shivers wash over your body, which Eddie noticed instantly. Like the gentleman he was, he put his jacket around your shoulders and placed a kiss on the crown of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. You pulled him into a tight embrace, never wanting to let him go, your fingers buried in his still sweaty shirt. But you didn’t mind. He was yours and you were his. That was all that mattered in that moment. His hands slowly wandered up and down your back, his fingers gently painting little circles on your skin. 

“I’d love to take you out on a date sometime. A real date.” With his hands cupping your face, he looked down into your eyes. His expression was soft, almost sad at the thought of leaving you soon.

You melted under his touch, a sensation you'd never experienced before. No one had ever made you feel this way, and dreaming of such a connection was something you'd never dared. Surprisingly, Eddie managed to make you forget about your self-imposed "holy oath" against dating again—a so-called no-date policy that now seemed nothing more than a ridiculous joke.

“Come on, sweetness. Let’s get you home,” he whispered after what felt like an eternity. Reluctantly, you agreed and sighed as he broke the embrace. Slowly, you walked back home, taking some detours to prolong the precious moments with him.

Beneath the cloudless night sky, with the moon casting its enchanting glow on the Thames, turning its surface into an ocean of little, shiny diamonds, you felt like you were living in a dream. The most beautiful dream you never wanted to wake up from. All the way back to the pub you talked about home, his tour, your plans for the future, and your plans for whatever that was you two had going on.

With a heavy heart, you sauntered through the small alleys, cast in the dim light of old lanterns, drawing closer to the pub where your little story began. Soon, you recognized the green and brown stained glass windows of the pub, illuminated by the fairy lights Poppy insisted on decorating them with. You knew that Poppy and Teddy would probably be worried about you since it was getting pretty late, but you still didn’t want to leave Eddie's side.

“Whenever and wherever you want,” you promised, giving him a reassuring smile. “I can’t wait to spend more time with you.” You reached up to him, your fingers combing through his soft hair, and gently kissed him again. Eddie's tensed body relaxed under your touch, and you thought you heard a soft moan leaving his chest as he pulled you closer to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly, a shrill screeching cut through the silence, abruptly interrupting your kiss. “Teddy! Teddy, they’re kissing! Oh my god!” Poppy’s excited voice echoed from the small balcony, where she must have been watching the two of you, causing you both to break out in laughter.

“I bet she won't give up until I tell her every single detail about tonight,” you whispered, placing another kiss on Eddie's rough lips.

“Please don’t give this old lady a heart attack with your lewd disclosure of our little romance,” he admonished in a playful way between kisses.

“Teddy! Hurry up! They’re kissing again! Oh, sweet, sweet young love!” her voice filled the air again.

“Jesus Christ, she’s worse than all of those pushy fangirls,” he joked, earning a laugh from you.

“Yeah, sure, Mister Rockstar.”

“What? Don’t believe me?” He looked down at you, something provocative flashing through his eyes.

“Well, maybe I would believe you if you take me to one of your shows, Mister Rockstar,” you winked back at him, a smug grin dancing on your lips before he could kiss it away.

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[2aceofspades]

I wasn't sure to make an ask or anything

Because like I'm super nervous to write to artists I really like and adore and appreciate their work

Take it as a complement ofc.

I was wondering... Do you think about Raph giving the rides on his arms for his brothers? Or even arm? Depends on who's riding on him?

I can't stop just thinking about how everyone would love to just sit on his arms, laying their arms and head on his head and just chilling while Raph is taking a break with one of them.

If somehow you'll see this I'll say it again I really like your work and the recent sticker mania was so wholesome if I wasn't too scared to write about stickers on turtles I would probably send something

But anyways take care of yourself! Remember to drink water and take a proper rest

I actually have a couple drawings of Raph and Leo doing something like this..

Gah these are old hehe..

So, yes, I do think Raph would do that for his brothers. And I think they'd love it every time. I also see this general idea on tumblr, that the younger bros just climb onto Raph, which is very very sweet.

In my own au, Raph and Leo co-lead the start of the apocalypse, so they spend the most time with each other at first. I don't think Leo would just randomly climb onto Raph or even ask to do that very often, but he would probably seek some kind of unspoken comfort from him from time to time...I think they both would. I have a few sketches of that..

I'm a fool for them ❤️💙 which is why I draw them interacting the most often..

How I draw them interacting is very much inspired by my older bro and me; the protective older sibling and the somewhat chaotic middle child. I'm not a touchy person though, but we hang out quite a lot and we're very close.

Also thank you so much!! Gah you're too sweet ohmigosh 🥹🥹 I really appreciate all the love 🤗✨!!

#ace answers #i hope i explained my perspective well enough #also my apologies for the long post...i kinda rambled a bit along with the spam of drawings hehe.. #anywhizzle! #thank you again so much!! #:)

[margareth-lv]

Good to see you back, Margareth.

Sam hired IC Vanessa first and foremost because Cait is done with their sex tapes circulating the social media. He wants to redirect the blame for meh sex scenes towards her. Reason for that is his wife, who maybe feels aging or just wanted to hide her constantly pregnant body, so we won't keep guessing the number of their children and stop having access to their bedroom moves. Secondly, he accepted and enthusiastically welcomed the role of a part-time lover to confirm he does have chemistry with others, he doesn't avoid intimacy with other female actors and therefore he must be single, not in a loving, committed relationship. Potentially, he hired Vanessa for the upcoming Cait's sex scene with David B. We don't know that yet so this is just a hypothesis. Cait supported his role in the new series to deflect from the fact that she is his wife and the mother of his children as no sensible wife would allow or support that. The more they both try the more transparent they become.

I'm so happy to be back, Anonymous! I write about it in every note.

💃💃💃

Thank you for your lovely comment, I absolutely agree with its meaning.

I do have one question though - this is about Caitríona's alleged dislike of the "sex tapes" circulating on the internet (which are actually the most beautiful scenes of loving sex ever filmed). Has she ever really expressed her dislike of seeing herself in sex scenes with Sam? I've been in the fandom for three years and I can't recall such a statement. Of course, I haven't listened to all of Caitríona's interviews. I do remember however one interview, in early 2020, where Caitríona was talking to Leanne Aguilera about the butterflies she gets when she sees herself in intimate scenes with Sam.

🦋🦋🦋

That's the opposite of disgust, isn't it? Here's the interview:

*** By the way, if Caitríona really wanted to remove all her 'dirty pictures' from the internet, shouldn't she ask Jennifer Tzar to remove this pornography?

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Isn't that much worse for children to see than the love scenes between Jamie and Claire?

I know I'm being a bit frivolous.

🤗

[November 30, 2023]

[dd122004dd]

Hiii!!! How are you?

I'm really sorry to bother you, I hope you're fine, I really don't know if your requests are open or not, but I don't lose anything by asking, right?

I wanted to know if you would be willing to write something for Ardeth Bay, it can be super fluffy or hurt/comfort, whichever option you choose will be fine with me.

Your account is one of the very few where I have found content for Ardeth.

If you don't want to write it, that's fine too. Thank you very much for your time, I hope you had a good week❤🤗

Scented Flowers & Sweet Melodies

A/N: Hello dear requester! Thank you for sending in this request! It was a pleasure writing it. Yes, my requests are open, I hadn't realised that people didn't know that and will make sure to include it in a more visible place.

Summary: The night Imhotep was imprisoned, the world was thrown into turmoil. With the future being so uncertain Ardeth seeks refuge with the person who beings him comfort, his wife.

Warnings: None

An air of despair echoed through the palace as the sandy dunes of the desert choked with grief. The dark night, all-encompassing the land of Egypt as the dark priest was entombed. His screams carried through the cool night’s air, through the desolate lanes of Egypt, miles away from Hamunaptra.

The palace was thrown in a state of turmoil that only settled in the earlier hours of the morning. The sun had not arisen on the dark night yet as a lone Medjai snuck from the palace, cautiously disguised as he silently walked through the streets of the city, looking for a destination in particular.

Through the tranquil streets of the kingdom were so quiet that he could almost forget the horrors he had witnessed that night, as if the silence would possibly drown out the screams of the high priest and his servants. As a Medjai he’d seen war, plague and death yet to be submitted to such a torturous curse, no matter how well-deserving, tugged at the more empathetic part of him. He also knew when morning came the world would be thrown into turmoil when the morning came, he was afraid of the future and it's potential consequences.

Before he was able to chase that train of thought he noticed that he was in front of a familiar stone house. It was small as compared to the other houses in the area, yet it was no less spacious and foundationally strong. The Medjai silently entered the house, ensuring not to make too much noise at the risk of waking up the inhabitant of the house.

Walking through the entrance hall he peered around the reception-room. It was tastefully decorated yet it radiated a sense of warmth from the hand-embroidered cushions that he knew she’d taken months to complete to the low tables that were made comfortable for their guests. The walls were decorated with tapestries that had been either gifted to them or that she wove. The soft scent of incense filled his senses, it was one of her favorites, a delicate floral scent that he’d never been able to quite place, yet it always reminded him of her.

Moving through the home, he made his way to the living room. It was larger than the reception room yet still, it reflected her personality. The room had touches of her sprinkled around. He saw well-loved furniture that they’d spent many moments on, talking, embracing, making love. The small and large jars scattered across the room with contents varying from incense to flowers. Beautifully woven textiles covered the floor and comfortable stools were scattered across the room, with a small table on one end.

After a few moments of looking around he finally made it towards their bedroom. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight before him. She was sprawled on their wooden bed, her hair tussled as her chest rose and fell. He remembered she hated the hard wood of the bed so she used extra layers of reed and soft cushions in order to fall asleep. He found her endearing and heart-warming.

He laid down his weapon on one of the storage cabinets before moving towards the bed. He tried maneuvering himself into her pillow-laden heaven without waking her yet he was unsuccessful and he found himself staring into her confused eyes.

“Ardeth?” she whispered, confusion filling her tone, “I thought you’d not be home for a few more nights. Is everything okay?”

At her inquiry he was unable to hold back his emotions. Within their home, in their bed, surrounded by the soft haven his wife had created he finally allowed himself to shed his harsh exterior, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability.

As tears ran down his face, she merely embraced him unquestioningly, bringing his body closer to hers till he laid against her stomach, muffling his sobs as she ran her hand through his matted curls. She softly hummed to him, it felt familiar, almost nostalgic.

As his sobs slowly died down, he raised his head towards his wife, his blessing from Hathor herself, he slowly moved upwards till his forehead touched hers. He simply muttered a small ‘thank you’ before tucking himself against the crook of her neck and finding some much-needed peace. He knew that the world would soon demand his presence and his duties would call him away but for that moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. For a single selfish moment, he found peace within a pillow-y haven with scented flowers and a sweet melody that carried him through his dreams.

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Hi Ivy! I hope you're having a great day! I was wondering if you can write some Yandere headcanons for Leon? Thanks! (* ^ ω ^)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Thank you! My day was good so far. I hope your day was great too! Also, sorry for writing this so late 😅. If you liked these headcanons, let me know 🤗

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Leon Kennedy x Reader;

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ W a r n i n g s ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ yandere behaviour, stalking, mention of kidnapping.

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➤You two met while waiting in line to buy coffee. It was a cold morning, everyone was tired, and they all wanted to go home already. The store got full pretty quick, and the baristas barely handled the crowd.

➤Leon was waiting behind you when something caught his attention. Maybe it was the hair, maybe your coat, which was tight on your body, highlighting your curves, or maybe the faint scent of perfume. Nonetheless, he kept staring at you, hopping to see the face of the stranger who captivated him so early in the day.

➤He got to hear your voice as you talked on the phone. Your soft voice captivated him even further and ignited something inside him. It could be passion or desire; he didn't know, but the feeling was intense.

➤He couldn't resist any longer, so he gently tapped your shoulder. The moment you turned, it felt like the world stopped for him. There wasn't anyone else in the shop beside you and him. You were simply perfect.

➤With a shy smile, he gently asked you what the time was, lying that his phone was dead. After that, you two chatted for a bit about the weather and how small this place actually was, but you both agreed that coffee's too good to change locations.

➤Even if it wasn't obvious, he was very much into you. You liked him too. He was handsome and tall, and he seemed kind too. You didn't develop an obsession, though.

➤After that, he followed you all day, finding where you work and where to live. He felt so good to be a part of your daily activities, even if you didn't know.

➤He couldn't focus on anything, as your face was the only thing he could think about. He began to replay that small interaction in his mind over and over, obsessing over it, creating different scenarios, and thinking about what could've gone differently if he had the courage to ask for your number.

➤At some point, he installed microphones and cameras in your place.

➤He wanted to see every single thing you do and analyse every detail of your life, no matter how boring it was. He could stare at you for hours, watching you eat, cook, and work. He enjoyed watching you sleep the most, as you looked so peaceful. All he wanted was to snugle in your bed and pull you closer to him, feeling the warmth of your body and burrying his nose in your hair. His body twitched in excitement as he fantasised about such intimate moments with you.

➤For a very long time, he was happy to stalk you, as everything you do has a certain charm to it. He learned so much about you, from your hobbies, what movies you liked, what you studied in college, and what your deepest secrets were, like addictions or regrets.

➤His desire grew stronger and stronger by the day, until it became unbearable. He had to approach you again, and this time maybe to take you with him.

➤During a night out with some friends, Leon decided to make his move when he saw you at the bar, alone and indecisive about what to drink.

“I can suggest a good drink if you want.” He said it in his sweet voice.

“Sure, I can use some help," you replied to the good-looking stranger, who seemed a little familiar.

➤There was something about him. You couldn't remember at that moment where you met him. Maybe it was his way of talking, or maybe his mannerism. Nonetheless, you engaged in a conversation with him, and while you talked, you suddenly remembered.

➤He liked you a lot. He liked you so much that he was willing to commit unspeakable things just to make you his. Yet you didn't know that because he seemed like the most innocent person on earth.

➤He tried to steal time, but eventually one of your friends called you over. His heart shattered into pieces as he saw you walking away. It felt as if you had ripped out his heart and walked away with it.

➤You waved to him and returned to your table. He watched you with a lost expression as you got far away from him. He was so lovesick. At least he has your number.

➤For your own sake, you hope he doesn’t call, because no one will guarantee that you'll return home.

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

I heard you, i’m sending you a fluffy request! 🤣 #5 maybe with like a y/n on her period and a sweet/fluffy/comforting Harry 🤗

This couldn't have worked out better because I just started my period 🥲 thank you for listening 🫶

Your periods were never particularly easy like some people's were, you had always cramped and bled what felt like way too much on the first couple days, but you were used to it so you managed pretty well. But this time around this was not the case.

You woke up in the middle of the night and were suddenly assaulted with the worst cramps you had ever had in your life. You immediately got out of bed because you knew what would come next. As soon as you stood upright you felt the blood start to trickle out of you so you bolted to the bathroom, thankful that you had caught this before you soiled your bedding. Once you got that taken care of you took a painkiller and laid in bed willing the pill to kick in so that you could get back to sleep.

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"Rise and shine, love of mine!" Harry burst into your room with so much energy it startled you awake and as you felt him sit beside you, you peeked up at him.

"Hi, what're you doing here?" you asked him groggily.

"We're going to Runyon with Glenne, Jeff, and Cam remember?" he asked you and you frowned.

"Oh...I completely for got." you groaned.

"S'alright, i'm only here this early because you said you didn't want to go if it got too hot."

"I did say that." you recalled and the sighed, "Baby, I'm sorry but I'm gonna flake on your guys, I got my period last night and I've hardly got any sleep from these cramps I've had." you explained and he pouted.

"I'm sorry, petal. I can flake on them too. Stay and look after you?" he offered. Of course you wanted him to stay, but he shouldn't have to bail on his friends.

"You can hike and then come back f'you want? I'm just gonna sleep." you assured him. After all, it was only a quarter to 7 now.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, baby. Go have fun and then come back." you assured him and he smiled at you. He loved how you always wanted him to spend time with his friends, it meant a lot to him that you were mindful of their time too, but you looked miserable right now. He could see the discomfort all over your face and then you winced and curled up for a few seconds before you sat up, "Move!" you said and he stood to give you space and you rushed into your ensuite and closed the door as best as you could before you just started to throw up.

There was nothing in your stomach to throw up, just bile, which was always the worst. But that cramp had hurt so badly it made you nauseous. You groaned before you wiped off your mouth and decided to just freshen up while you were in there. When you came back out with a fresh face and fresh breath Harry glanced up at you from his spot on the bed.

"I cancelled on them, baby. Look at you! I can't leave you like this." he shook his head and you smiled at his kindness, "Want me to make you some tea for your tummy?" he asked and you nodded as you stopped before him and dragged your fingers into his hair. You felt him kiss your sternum and you smiled, "Alright, get back into bed. I'll be back soon." he said and you let him go before crawling back under your covers.

You dozed off until Harry had returned with your tea. You were too lazy to sit up and you were sure it was boiling hot so you'd need to wait anyway so you made no move to get out from under your covers. He set the mug down on your nightstand before stripping off his shirt and going to the other side of the bed. You shivered when he lifted the covers and he smiled.

"You're such a drama queen, s'not that cold." he teased you and you smiled as you felt him come up behind you. He knew that you typically hated him touching anywhere near your stomach when you were on your period, but you needed the warmth now, "Want my hand over your tummy? Look, I'm really warm." he said as he put his hand on your leg.

"Mmhmm." you agreed and he smiled. You repositioned him a bit before relaxing in his hold, "Do you know why it's so bad this time?" he asked and you huffed.

"I'm wondering if it's because we stopped using condoms?" you said and he pouted, "I feel like my body knows and she's punishing me for not getting pregnant." you theorized and he chuckled, "Don't laugh after you asked me why!" you scolded with a chuckle.

"M'not making fun. S'just funny." he assured before kissing your shoulder tenderly, "But you're probably right. I noticed that after we stopped I started to come more." he shared and you giggled, "S'like they're throwing not so subtle hints our way." he chuckled and you did as well.

"Silly bodies..." you said softly and he hummed in agreement. You shifted a bit and he just ended up hugging his arms around you, making sure to have one of his arms against you for warmth. "I love you. Thank you for being so sweet to me." you whispered.

"I love you too, baby. Just want to make you feel looked after, y'always do it for me. S'about time I can return the gesture, y'deserve it." he said softly before kissing your head and letting you rest.

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[jujutsubaby]

Hello my dear! Congrats for your achievment!✨

I’d like to play and I say:

Cafè Heaven and Hell.

I’d like to order a white mocha and take away a Macha Latte.

I’ll eat a mochi donut!🍩

Thank you very much! 🤗🌸

a/n: thanks for your ask 💓 yours was super fun to write and i hope you enjoy it hehe~ also guys i swear i don't hate gojo he’s just a male thot to me. also btw when i went to paris last year there was a male thot that served me at a cafe and so he’s just all i think about when i think of gojo and cafe au’s

✨ WELCOME TO CAFE HEAVEN & EARTH ! ✨

🤍 PAIRING. gojo

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.3k (sorry i just love writing about male thots)

you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as you enter your favorite cafe. work today had been complete hell, and you need a caffeine and sugar fix to give you the will to live this evening.

the cozy ambience of cafe heaven and earth instantly soothes you - the romantic low lighting, the smell of eucalyptus and coffee beans, and the low jazz music playing in the background settles over you. 

after ordering your white mocha (as well as a mochi donut as an extra treat — you really deserve it today), you wander to your usual counter seat by the window and lean back with a relaxed sigh. 

you had been so excited to start work at the prestigious zenin law firm, but just three months in, you were already feeling the first signs of burnout.

you usually like to go over documents from work during your coffee runs, but today, you just need to savor the moment. as soon as you sit back down, you close your eyes and take your long awaited sip of white mocha. as the sweet, rich liquid hits your tongue, you can’t help but almost moan in satisfaction. 

your moment of calm is immediately ruined by an unfamiliar voice. “wow, that good, huh?”

you crack one eye open in annoyance to see a tall and muscular white haired man sitting a couple seats away from you. you’re taken aback by just how blue his eyes are - one glance and you find yourself sinking into its ocean blue. the next thing you notice (and you do feel a bit embarrassed about it but c’mon, you had a long day at work!) is how muscular and lean his arms are, his fingers playing his phone on the counter absentmindedly. it’s a wonder you didn’t notice him as soon as you got here. 

remembering that he just interrupted your peace and quiet to ask a question, you respond, “the white mochas here are always the best.” in spite of how astoundingly handsome the stranger sitting near you is, you’re not really in the mood for a conversation, so you hope your tone dissuades him from continuing.

“yeah? can i get a sip?” he asks, a bit too fast for your liking.  

 “what??” you’re taken aback by his forward question and brash manner. how old is this guy, anyway? this is the kind of behavior you expect out of your ten year old nephew yuji, not a grown ass adult!

the man pouts in response. what was his deal?! model-worthy good looks or not, he was starting to wear on your already limited patience. 

“maybe you could get your own drink?” you ask, trying to remain polite. “i’m kind of a germaphobe,” you lie. you don’t really care too much about sharing cups, but you really want this guy off your back. your precious relaxation time is limited!

“pleeease!!!!” he starts begging loudly, earning looks from surrounding cafe patrons. he notices you looking around self-consciously, and scrambles to the seat next to you so he can talk more quietly. 

“please!” he repeats at a more socially acceptable volume. “i’ll drink from the other side, promise! you won’t even know my mouth was there!” god, was he irritating! (it certainly didn’t help that he was making you think about his mouth now, too.) 

 desperate for this stranger to leave you be, you decide to let him have what he wants. then he’d leave you alone, right? you kind of doubt it, but it’s worth a try anyway.

“ok, ok! fine.” you slide the ceramic mug towards him, and he has the audacity to look smug as he clasps the mug between his hands. you absolutely do not notice how long and elegant his fingers look curled around the drink. 

“down the hatch!” he chirps as he lifts the mug to his lips.

you soon find out that the two of you have radically different definitions of the word “sip”. to him, a sip means gulping down half the mug, apparently. you watch wistfully as the drink you had so been looking forward to begins to disappear before your eyes. 

 when he puts the mug back down, his smug expression is replaced with an exaggerated grimace. “ewww, how do you drink that stuff?? it’s so bitter!” 

as you seethe to yourself, he darts his tongue out to swipe away at some foam left on his lips (which you are pointedly not paying attention to), before continuing. “i’m gojo, by the way.”

“it’s not bitter,” you say through gritted teeth. “it’s the best espresso in town, and one of the sweetest drinks they offer. besides, couldn’t you have decided that you hated it before you drank half the damn thing? what’s your problem, man?” 

“i told you, my name’s gojo!” the man starts to whine again, but seeing your animosity, he changes his tune quickly. “ok, sorry, sorry! i didn’t mean to annoy you! listen, why don’t you get yourself another drink on me?” he reaches into his pocket and pulls a shiny credit card from his wallet, handing it to you with an air of penitence. 

“really? thanks, gojo. that’s surprisingly decent of you,” you reply. you start to feel a little guilty for almost losing it at this complete stranger. his guilelessness, while annoying, is maybe almost even starting to charm you. 

“uh, maybe while you’re up there, you could also pick me up a drink that’s not a complete pukefest too?” he asks, fluttering his fluffy white eyelashes at you. upsettingly, your stomach does giddy somersaults at the sight, which you studiously ignore.

you sigh and roll your eyes. “all right, pretty boy, what’s your drink?” 

“oh, they’ll know,” he replies with a wink. “the gojo special — hot cocoa with strawberry milk mixed in. best drink on the planet.” 

you wrinkle your nose. “that sounds disgusting, but sure.” you head to the order counter for a second time, looking down at the card he entrusted you with as you wait in line. 

damn, a black card? he’s annoying AND rich? pick a struggle. nonetheless, you weren’t one to pass off another drink, especially at his expense. you go up to the counter and decide on ordering matcha latte and his wretched drink order. the barista looks at you with distaste after ordering it, before sighing and ringing you up. great, now you can never come to this place ever again. 

it doesn’t take long for your drinks to come out carefully make your way to the seat. you notice he’s dusting his hands on his thighs.

“alright, you weirdo, here’s your-” you stop mid sentence as you place the drinks on the table and notice there’s a huge bite taken out of your mochi donut. your precious mochi donut. you glance at gojo, then back at the donut, and then back his hands which still had remnants of frosting on top. 

“did you…did you just take a bite out of my donut while i was gone?” you say incredulously. 

“what?”

“i know you heard me.” your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance. “do you just always take bites out of random people’s food? who raised you?!” you’re in awe of someone who has social skills like this.

“don’t worry about it, kitten,” he purrs, and you hate that your heart beats faster at his nickname for you. “i’ll just buy you another one. i’ll buy you a dozen right now.” 

you sigh. “okay, fine.” you end up ordering a box of mochi donuts against your better judgment. even worse is that you…actually had a good time with him? you can’t remember the last time you were this annoyed but laughed this much. 

“by the way, you gonna be here tomorrow?” he asks with his mouth full of the last mochi donut. ugh, you shouldn’t find this attractive, but you do. 

“yeah.” you say, before you have time to change your mind. you take out a pen from your tote and quickly scribble your number on a napkin. common sense be damned, you think to yourself on the bus as you find yourself yearning to see that color blue again.

#☕️ coffee break #🪅 pree's follower events #100 #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojou x reader #jujutsu kaisen

[simpforchuchu]

Can I please request dating HCs for Nakagoshi or Nakaoka, The baby faction leaders don't get enough love imo.

Ooki Nakagoshi | General Dating Hcs

a/n: Hello! I really love our baby faction too 😭 God nobody writes for them and idk why 😭 They are amazing and the cutest ones 🤗 Soo thank you for this request 🌸 Hope you like it ❤️🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

* At first we saw him as a very ambitious, wild and dangerous character. But his reaction when he found out that his friend was involved in stabbing Kiyoshi actually showed us that he's a pretty cool character.

* Someone who doesn't like dirty fighting and injustice, who wants to fight like a man

* Nakagoshi is an ambitious but mature character who is imperturbable, not afraid of fights.

* I especially think how much he has matured and his character has developed over time.

* -of course he is still our baby faction leader -

* He is handsome and has a very pretty face.

* He's good with girls, but he doesn't hang out with them like a playboy.

* I don't think he is overly flirty, someone who likes someone and then tries to get their attention

* Quite loyal to his friends

* In the last fight, we can see how much he cared for them and was a kind hearted person when he himself was injured to save Nakaoka and the others.

* He can fulminate quickly but doesn't act rashly

* He learned a lot from fights and experiences, so he is not naive anymore

* I don't think he would like someone too childish or too serious. I think someone calmer and cute would be his type

* A strong personality will impress him

* You don't have to be physically strong, he loves when you ask him to help you open the jars

* Or when you can't reach the top shelf, it makes him happy to get the plates there for you.

* I don't think it will be very difficult for him with a sensitive and emotional person. Nakagoshi gives me a very emotional vibe. Not a crybaby but someone who can get upset easily

* He's okay with you being crybaby btw, he's trying his best to hold you in his arms and calm you down.

* We know he has a unique style. Hip-hop style gives him a different vibe

* He likes to share his bandanas with you and admires you when you braid your hair and put them on.

* He finds your small body in his big cardigans very cute - those cardigans are too big for him too -

* He'll probably confess himself first and ask you out but if you do first, it's fine. I think he might be a little shy and be pretty cute

* Although he looks like a real Casanova from the outside, I think he is trying not to break anyone's heart

* A true gentleman

* Someone to open doors for you and hold your hand as you descend the stairs

* Although he believes that you truly love him, sometimes he thinks that he cannot show you enough love and wants you to remember it by buying gifts at such times.

* Someone he can be himself with is very precious to him. Even if it's not your style, he finds it sweet that you listen to his favorite music and try to understand it.

* I don't think he can cook. That's why he often comes to the balcony of your house to watch movies or have a picnic, taking food from outside.

* I think he's someone who gets cold easily, so he likes to put your hand in his cardigan pocket and hold your hand.

* I can imagine he likes sweets more. He always has little candies for you in his pocket - for himself too of course -

* It's very important to him that you love his friends, he sees them as his family and wants you to be happy with them too

* Most of the time he is very afraid of hurting you unintentionally or that someone will hurt you because of him.

* He often thinks about it by hugging you tightly

* He is surprisingly knowledgeable about your period and tries to remember everything he reads.

* I don't think he's very good at taking care of you when you're sick, but he's definitely trying. And he definitely ends up getting sick himself…

* He is reluctant to talk about his problems, so you have to push him. Because he's afraid to bother you

* He’s not afraid to cry next to you

* He lies to you when he fights, he doesn't want you to worry or be scared because of him

* But when that lie was exposed, when he saw how upset you were, he gave up.

* He can make mistakes but he's just a boy trying not to upset you

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #ooki nakagoshi #nakagoshi #hnl nakagoshi #nakagoshi x reader

[k-tarotz]

Hello Hun and Candy

Omg thank you for replying to my ask 💖🤍💖🤍💖🤍💖🤍💖🤍💖🤍💖🤍💖🤍💖🤍💖🤍💖

Ok so I didn’t really think about the specifics but here we go🪩

I put 2 variations and honestly you should just choose whichever one you actually want to do bc either way I’m just grateful that you even took this into consideration 🥰🤗

Variation 1 - Ok so say someone flirted with Enhypens significant other (e.g. guy friend?) and enhypen and their s/o started arguing about it and things got heated and enhypen lashed out and were harsh with their words that it made their s/o cry 😢

‼️Omg‼️ so the real question would be how would they feel after seeing their significant other cry because of THEM. Would they comfort their s/o? Cuddle? Cook some food? Which members would apologise? Would they want to stay with their s/o or leave and give them space?

Variation 2 - Enhypen and s/o are arguing about their relationship status - enhypen wants to make things official but s/o needs more time and tries to be pushy with their s/o and making things official in a harsh way that makes s/o cry. I think even for this variation I would still ask the same questions as above.

I tried my best 😂 I hope it helped a little bit and if you do decide to do this reading I would like to say that I’m obviously insanely excited about it and obviously always grateful.

Thank you🤗🤍💖

Thank you for sending your ask with context, now it's a lot easier to answer!! You seem very sweet! We will go with variation 1 🤗🩵

How would enhypen react if they make their s/o cry? Variation 1:

King of cups, Ace of swords, 3 of wands

Heesung:

He would be surprised and stop talking immediately, he would need a few seconds to progress what's going on. He would instantly feel bad but try to keep his emotions together to not make it worse, he would also not make any sudden movements to not accidentally scare his s/o. He would apologize right away and try to calm his s/o down with words. After they calmed down he would apologize again and be much more affectionate than usually. Probably lay down with them and hold them gently in his arms, stroking through their hair and not letting go even after his s/o fell asleep in his arms. He would keep up a little longer, still not letting go, playing the scene over and over in his head again and definitely remember it, he would try to be less harsh with his words in the future and try to be more communicative.

Page of wands, 3 of cups, wheel of fortune

Jay:

He wouldn't like the reaction of his s/o. He would think that they should have rejected whoever flirted with them because he is a very jealous and quite possessive person who definitely wants his s/o to be into commitment and like stand up for him like "I have an amazing boyfriend already, I'm in a happy relationship and not interested in you" so if they weren't rejecting the person and now cry at his harsher words he wouldn't feel bad for it, at least not in the moment. If he is mad he is mad, he needs to calm down first. He would want to talk things out but wouldn't be able to in that moment, as both would be triggered clearly and Jay is an emotional person. He might even need a bit alone time after this, then try to talk things out and see how things go from then on.

Ace of coins, the star, 6 of coins, page of coins

Jake:

He would be caught off guard the moment his s/o starts crying, need a few seconds to progress things also. He would put his own feelings away at that moment and calm his s/o down until they stop crying. After that, he would actually spoil his s/o to make up for making them cry. He would either take them with him and let them choose anything they want on a big shopping spree or he himself would go alone and buy multiple things, expensive ones too, and surprise his s/o with it. Only after making up with gifting them things, he would reflect on himself that he shouldn't be so harsh with his words and after that talk things out properly, calmly and gently with his s/o.

The star, the fool, the world

Sunghoon:

He would have hoped to have a mature conversation about it and wouldn't realize that his tone/words are somewhat harsh, all he wanted in the first place was to talk things out like adults, trying to find a solution together and trying to open up about his feelings that the flirting bothered him and he most likely doesn't want his s/o to be friends with them anymore especially because he would now think the other person definitely has a crush on their s/o - the very minimum thing he would want is for the s/o to at least not spend time alone with that friend anymore. But back to the topic - he would be quite disappointed and view his s/o as too naive and perhaps too sensitive in this situation. He himself would be emotional too but hold himself back from showing his vulnerable side, he simply wouldn't feel comfortable to anymore because he was trying to open up in the first place but when he sees his s/o crying so easily he would feel defeated. As if he can't show his feelings and his likes and dislikes. In this situation he would put his feelings aside though and comfort his s/o with words of affirmation but also hugs and caressing their back gently. He would probably reflect on himself too after a while, but only if his s/o checks up on him after it too, how he feels like ect. If he can't communicate his problems properly with his s/o he will tend to bottle up his feelings and get overwhelmed until he "explodes" and it wouldn't be good for him, so he would try to be softer with his words and tone but regardless observe his s/o if and how much they care about him.

Queen of wands, the tower, 5 of swords, 2 of coins rx

Sunoo:

He would at first try to maturely talk about the conversation, even if it would be a hard one. Even though he would dislike the situation he would try to approach it gently and hide his feelings. Unfortunately his S/O crying because of this would set him off since he would look at it as a form of disloyalty. Maybe in his eyes this would just prove how his S/O doesn’t see anything wrong with the situation and keeps being stubborn, which would ultimately result in a fight. He wouldn’t necessarily be mad at his partner crying or being emotional but rather at the fact that they really see nothing wrong with the situation and would even defend another man. - or woman. - over hearing him out. It would be a heated argument due to being affected by one another’s mood but after taking time to calm down he would apologise to his partner and explain himself as well as hear them out. Definitely would take them out to eat or perhaps shopping as well. ‘Let’s make a thousand good memories so the bad ones do not matter’ vibes.

The high pristress rx, queen of swords, page of cups

Jungwon:

His entire view on the situation would change in an instant since he would see this as a moment where his S/O trusts him enough to be vulnerable with him. Jungwon would immediately feel bad and hold his S/O close to himself and reassure him with words of affirmation, and hear her side out. He might also find his partner extremely beautiful while they cry! Not in a sadistic way but rather looking at them as the most beautiful person to ever exist even when they go through hard times. He might also plant kisses on his S/O’s hand and cheeks in order to comfort them, letting them know he doesn’t have hard feelings towards them or wants bad for them, simply just afraid to lose them to someone else because to him they are very precious. Might also have a movie night with them, watching anything they wish to and showering them with gifts the day after. Would definitely be more affectionate after this as he would look at his S/O crying as a proof of their love rather than lack of.

The devil rx, 7 of cups, 8 of wands

Ni-ki:

He would personally feel really insecure. Niki isn’t necessarily an experienced person when it comes to relationships so he would be worried about not only losing his S/O but also accidentally treating them the wrong way by accident. Seeing them cry would absolutely kill his ego and he would immediately feel guilty, his heart my drop even. He doesn’t enjoy showing vulnerability but such a situation would absolutely break him, his heart at least. He might even tear up himself and start over thinking, blaming himself for anything. He would ask for forgiveness quite a lot of times and wipe his partner’s tears before becoming sane enough to comfort them. He might hug them and start venting out of fear, a pure kind of panic. Apologising rapidly while swearing to make up for it. Holding his S/O close to himself. He would be hurt by default, so this would just be cherry on top. He would also ramble sweet nothings about how he loves the person ect. He himself would have to be calmed down, he might take such things to heart. Though, after calming down enough he would definitely like to take his S/O on a date and tell them how much they mean to him, spoil them with love and affection. He would of course talk it out when it’s time for it, if there’s any. This would just make him realise how much he loves his person, though be might still overthink about this from time to time.

-Hun

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[bitchiswild]

please do inform us on what the family tree is :D and also how you came to be one family. i am very curious

Sit down or lay down and relax cause i am gonna tell you the whole entire story, of when i joined goon central up until now.

It was a fun afternoon (February 12 to be exact 🤓) i had family over and we were eating dinner and I got a message from @keervah asking if i wanted to be apart of the discord. when i saw that message my heart started racing 😰but I couldn't open Tumblr in front of my family 😓so I decided to open keers message later on, When i got home i knew i had to answer keer and so i did, I was so surprised they wanted me to join because tbh I've been eyeing them for a while, and I had already talked with keer beforehand on one of my older posts. But i was shocked and from then on Keer sent me the link and I joined.

Guys, i was so shy and nervous at first. My hands were shaking because i hadn't made online friends in over 2 years. But when i joined everyone greeted me warmly, I felt awkward at times since i was new, but as time passed and as I joined their banters i grew more comfortable and finally showed my true and crazy self. @jade-jini was the other person who wanted me to join alongside with keer and without the two of them requesting for me to join I would have never met anyone in Goon Central🥹.

As time past and our banter in the group chat grew i took note of everyone how they act, how they typed, and what their humor is like. (which thank godddd is similar to mine). I would always asked them questions about my nails and what I should do next and sent a hand reveal in the GC (lol) which from what I remembered, I had a couple of people going crazy over my hand 😅. That is where @kittyl1z came to be and simped over my hands (sorry for outing you Sienna) Sienna became a simp and had Jade gatekeep me from her. (Jade is a MAJOR gatekeeper yalls) She gatekept Sienna and i from eachother as Sienna kept trying to flirt her way to me.

Then out pops @lilacura, Lila and I bonded over nails and she helped me decide what to do ( white French tips 😎). Lila and I bonded so hard (??? why does this sound weird) that we took it to DMS and started talking nonsense. Then literally the next day we all decided to do a face reveal on the server. things went kindaaaaa crazy in there during that time. Soon enough i had two girls (Lila and Sienna) (Jade was still gatekeeping) fighting over me😰 and omg let me tell you I was so confused as to what was happening but of course, i went along with it ( for the plot) there were many banters between Lila and sienna.

Which eventually created a love triangle, mainlyyy since I was chatting up both of them 😗 at the same time (I know very messy of me). There were many banters, name calling, disapointment, and heart break through out this whole love triangle, but then Lila and i got married one random afternoon. How that lead up was that i teased that we should get married and she was like we're already married but i had no ring on my finger 🤨 so i was like wheres the ring????🤨then she proposed, then boom married. While sienna was being so sweet talking with me and all i did was break her heart 😔 (So sorry sienna).

Then news broke out through out goon central, then jade became Lila and I's daughter and since jade and Keer were twins 👯we had two daughters!! while trying to adopt keer and jade it TURNS OUTTTTT THEY WERE ALREADY TAKEN BY SOL @myouicieloz AND V @vlance (LIKE WTF) BUT IT ALSO TURNS OUT I BIRTH JADE(???) AND LILA BIRTH KEER (???) AND SOL IS MY SISTER! SINCE SOL IS MARRIED TO VLANCE THEY BOTH ADOPTED KEER AND JADE WAYYYYYY BFORE LILA AND I JOINED THE SERVER, THEN ONCE WE JOINED THE SERVER JADE WAS LIKE "MINE 👹" TO LILA AND I.

But we agreed to be her and keers birth parents 🤗 so, to sum up Lila and I are coparenting with Sol and Vlance 😇 Then jade is dating Kaye @wintersera and they have like 5 kids AND JADE WANTS MOREEEEEEE LIKE GIRL STOP BEFORE I NEUTER YOU!!!!🤨🤨 but everyday is an adventure and filled with love (lol) we banter and Im still as close as ever with sienna ( She still filrts with me till this day even tho she told me not to tell lila) 😊 ( im laughing writing this part 💀) Everything is great fun and fresh 😝 i have the LOML and kids and we also welcomed a new member, Lila and I's baby boy Bartholomew aka bart that mews aka bart, welcome him to the fam!

Isn’t he precious 😊🥰🥰🥰

Jade and keer hates him 😪

but yes that practically what happened and the general family tree ( i still have no idea what this family tree is ) I gave you guys information yet no information at all since i kinda dont remember sorry its a mess like my brain atm but just know there was a lot of random banters throughout the server lol but it got us here today I hope you guys enjoyed this random story and not a ff LMFAOOOOO.

#bitchiswild #biw.shares #goon central #BIW STORY TIME #MY FAMILY #THIS WAS A MESS SORRY #does this make sense #no it does not but oh well #biw.writes

[putschki1969]

2024/02/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第6回目！〜みんなのバレンタインと美味しいチョコレート♡〜

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Talk Garden vol.6！〜Everyone's Valentine And Delicious Chocolate♡〜

Vol.6 of Wakana's Talk Garden has been uploaded! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ First of all, thank you so much for sending me so many Valentine's Day memories! ! 😂😂 I was wondering what would happen after I had made my blog post last time because it was so close to the deadline, surprisingly, it turned out to be the highest number of submissions ever! ! ! *laughs* There were so many people who sent a submission for the first time! ! 😭[I was one of them XD] I really felt everyone's love...😭✨It's almost as if I received Valentine's Day gifts a little early...😭💕I'm so grateful💕 As always, it was fun talking to you! ︎Sharing everyone's stories, tears, laughter, and warmth...♡ But!!When it comes to tragic stories, no one can beat me! ! 🤣 I don't think anyone reasonable would disagree with me on this, right? 😂😂 *laughs* (By the way, now that I think about it, it might have been 3rd grade instead of 1st grade *laughs*) Well, those are treasured memories...😌✨ [Note: She is talking about something "incredibly sad" that happened to her in elementary school. There was a boy she liked a lot so Wakana asked her mum to help her prepare some chocolate for him. After she gave him the chocolate he was quite apologetic and pretty much told her straight-up that he didn't like her. Needless to say, Wakana's little heart was broken into pieces.]

In the last blog post, I talked about a``mysterious chocolate that was so delicious but I couldn't remember its name,'' I did my best to search for it and... I actually discovered it! ! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ I managed to order it from an official website that said they would ship it right away! ! Ta da~♡

The mysterious delicious chocolate shop is actually a Belgian chocolate specialty store called “Rêve De Bijoux”! Apparently it's a select shop that sells a variety of Belgian chocolates that are carefully selected every year･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ It is not the same chocolate I used to eat, their selections seems to have evolved so the "chocolate of memories" no longer exists🤔I decided to choose a chocolate that had a similar shape to the one I had gotten in the past, I also chose a brand that I had purchased before😁

This is ZUUT's new product, "ZUUT Praline -2024 New Selection-"🍫 (I've bought some of their chocolate before) Way too beautiful...✨ It's almost a waste to eat them...✨(I will though)

And this is the chocolate of my memories, Rêve De Bijoux! ! (the box itself has not changed at all) The contents are all new though, I haven't had any of these before! This truffle seems to be very popular 😳💓 I am sharing my reaction on the podcast! ! So be sure to listen to it😆

And here is the decaffeinated coffee I drank with my chocolate ☕️ It's the instant coffee on the right. Although it is caffeine-free, it has a strong refined taste and is delicious 😳 (despite being instant) Personally, I like the fact that there is not a lot of acidity! What's even better is that it's organic and decaffeinated without the use of chemicals ♡

The drip coffee on the left is not decaffeinated but I really like it ☕️ It's called Cafe Verona from Starbucks. It has a very bitter taste that I occasionally crave😍

I had a lot of fun ordering chocolates and taking advantage the talk theme for the episode 😂 If you have any delicious sweets or foods you recommend, please let me know 😄 The next talk theme for March 10th will be “Graduation Memories”! ! Memories of your graduation ceremony from your school days, or when you graduated from ◯◯, etc, everything is welcome🤗 It shouldn't be that difficult! *laughs* I'm waiting for your submissions! ! !

Thank you to everyone who watched “Wakana 5th Anniversary “Prologue” ~Premium Online Live~” held on February 6th! ! ! 😭✨ You can still watch the archived video until the 13th (Tuesday), so I don't want to reveal too much! ! 😂 Let's just say, something quite shocking occured🤣 If you haven't seen it yet, please be sure to check it out! ! 😂😂

During this online event, I also announced my next live! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ “Wakana 5th Anniversary Live” Date: May 12, 2024 Venue: I'M A SHOW Yurakucho Marion Appearing artists: Wakana, Satoshi Takebe, etc.

I wanted to start this year's 5th Anniversary celebrations with all of my fan club members. But I also want to use this year to share my music with many more people, that's why we have decided to hold a proper band live for the first time in a long time😄!! ️ Everyone, please come to "I'M A SHOW" in Yurakucho on May 12th! ! ＼(^o^)／

Lastly , here's a picture of myself and Sakurada-san who joined me on the piano on February 6th♪

Well, that's it for today. Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

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Vol 6 Topic “Memories of Valentine's Day”

OMG, I can't believe she actually read my message😳 I always stress way too much over what to write and I am generally super self-conscious when it comes to my Japanese skills so I never really leave any comments, let alone long messages. But Wakana's blog post from last time made me feel so bad for her that I couldn't help but submit at least something. Apparently, lots of other people felt the same way XD That makes it all the more surprising my message ended up being chosen. I had no idea it would be so embarrassing to hear her read my message🙈 Especially now that it turns out my guess about the mysterious chocolate was completely off. I speculated that she might have talked about a popular Austrian sweet called "Mozartkugel" but turns out she was talking about a special chocolate from Belgium (see images above). Oh well, the message was a great transition to her introducing the chocolate and doing a little taste test. And I am happy that she at least remembers receiving my packages of "Mozartkugeln" during various lives. Also, this is the third time she has mentioned "Sachertorte" in relation to Vienna so I guess she must be pretty obsessed with it. I need to find a way to bring one as present for her.

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on March 10th, the topic is “Memories of Graduation” The submission deadline is 02/29.

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I have a serious question. So, do you fully comprehend how awesome you are? Because damn. You’re legit one of my fav artists. You just consistently churn out these heartfelt masterpieces—sketches, doodles, finished or unfinished, they all MEAN something. You’ve also ALWAYS been so nice to talk to. I often get discouraged by the lack of interaction I get on platforms when I try to go outside my comfort zone and reach out, especially on Twitter. But any time I’ve asked a question or made a comment, you always take the time to respond and that’s just…so kind of you. So considerate. You don’t have to do that, but you do and it’s just lovely.

Anyway… I randomly remembered you saying that you didn’t feel as comfortable drawing Donnie and I just have to say that, whether it feels more comfortable now or not, he looks fantastic! Then again, every character you draw does! And of course Leo is my fav—my comfort character—so I’m not going to lie, it’s fun to see you draw so much of him.

I just can’t get over all the details in your work. I’m no artist, but I can appreciate how much emotion goes into your art. The squiggly lines when someone is nervous, the specific looks in their eyes, small details like scratching when anxious (I know I commented on that on a previous post)—you’re just so great with showing emotion!

Okay, okay. Gushing done… for now. Hope you have a fantastic week and thank you for being your awesome self!

Oh my stars waaaah-

When I tell you that I was not prepared for such a lovely and sweet ask oh boy-

I'm like...literally almost speechless oh my shining stars in the sky 🥹 like, I'm struggling to respond without blubbering too much oh jeez-

Just...thank you so much, seriously. Putting emotion and meaning into my work is what I always strive for, so for someone to recognise and compliment that...it just means the world to me. I am so honored.

I also have definitely felt discouraged at times when interacting with posts and such. I do my best to not take it personally, but I understand that sometimes...it's difficult. I do my best to respond to asks, comments, etc., even if I'm a bit late with responding. I know I'm not perfect and I can be a little scatterbrained, but I really do enjoy engaging with y'all. I have such a lovely following, and I love giving back to y'all as well <3

Ah, yes...Donnie...my sweet sweet Donald. I still think he looks very stiff and wonky when I draw him...especially f!Donnie. His shell...confuses me. But! Thank you for your kind words and your support! It definitely helps pep me up to draw him some more hehe 🤗✨

Also, I have to comment on Leo cuz he's also my favorite and my comfort character as well :3 I love drawing him even if sometimes he gives me such grief. I don't wanna think about how many times I've drawn that goober 😶

Anywhizzle!

Thank you again so so SO much for such a wonderfully kind and thoughtful message 🥹 I really appreciate you taking some time out of your day to send so much kindness my way. It really means a lot to me 🙌💙✨ Gah- I hope you have a fantastic week as well!

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hello how are you?, could you imagine where the reader and morpheus discuss something in the dream and morpheus says something hurtful to the reader and spelling a lot like "" you are a mortal human and need to know your place ",

but regrets it, but s / o decides to spend time in the wake neglecting her health without resting not wanting to meet with that king, she is really human and knows her place now. Thanks (the ending can be sad, happy or with continuation, you decide 🤗)

anon. anon look at me. i love you anon. do you understand anon? do you know this fact? i love you anon. i love you.

something short and not sweet for you <333 idk what is wrong with me but i CANNOT write fluff rn its so strange

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Lucienne waited for your return. Despite her professional demeanor, she cared deeply for those she considered close. Including you.

It had been an awful fight, she remembered, between you and her master.

“-But if we were to do this, we could-“

“There is no we in this situation. Do not assume you are part of this.” Dream’s voice was cut you off, also cutting off any argument.

Lucienne stood to the side, unsure of how to diffuse the situation. How to lessen the tension, how to make it better-

It happened in slow motion.

“Fine. You should do this to-“

Similar to how a cat would, his eyes darkened and he spat, “You will not make demands of me. You are a mere mortal human,” He took a breath, face twisting into a sneer. “And you need to know your place.”

You turned and fled the room.

You hadn’t come back since. It had been two days.

Lucienne, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, was getting worried. You were, after all, a mortal human - you needed to sleep. You needed to dream.

Morpheus noticed your absence. And when he questioned Lucienne, she replied solemnly, “They haven’t been back since…then.”

She eyed Morpheus warily as she said that, as though just the suggestion of the argument would set him off again.

It did, but not in the way anyone would think.

“I see.” He hummed, eyes brimming with thought. Were you so apprehensive of meeting him again that you’d damage your own health?

Were you so afraid of him that-

Oh. You were scared of him.

How could he fix this?

And somewhere, Desire snickers, their twin sister right beside them.

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