#Mari answers ✨

[songbirdandstars]

Heyy! I saw you reblogged the ask a question about your F/o post so here is my question for you!:

What is something you and Leola like to do spend time together? Aaravos is such a busy guy that I’m sure you and Leola have a lot of mom-daughter days! What do you like to do during them?

-@mspattypizazz

Thank you so much for the ask Patty!

You’re correct in assuming Aaravos is a pretty busy guy (although he is amazing at making time for both me and our Leola) sometimes he does have to work nonstop.

Me and Leola do love the excuse to have mommy-daughter time, we normally pick apples if they’re in season (and make a pie with them as a treat for Aaravos to have later), or we have tea parties outside if it’s sunny with the special guests of her stuffed animal friends, or if it’s raining we make pillow forts in her room, and play pretend, all while we enjoy pizza and hot chocolate. Once during the summer when went to the beach together while Aaravos was having a particularly busy weekend. Leola gathered enough seashells to make him a bracelet that he still will wear to this day.

Multiple times during our little adventures has Aaravos finished his work and sneakily watched us from the doorway or from the window in the cottage. He has admitted that he loves seeing his two favorite girls getting along so well.

[littleplantfreak]

Hmmmmmm how about Kaji, Ume, Suo, Sakura and Kiryu reacting to their s/o telling them they’re on a no-sex-ban for a whole motherfucking week HELP ALL BECAUSE OF A PETTY ARGUMENT

Kaji’s in disbelief at first. Are you serious? Unfortunately for him you are, which leaves him brooding more than normal for the week and everyone can tell. It’s not that he NEEDS it technically, but its like when someone tells you you cant have something and you start just…thinking and thinking and thinking and now he’s antsy, but he does stick it out to the very end if only because he’s insanely stubborn.

I think Ume’s actually more bothered you both argued even if it was petty. The no sex ban doesn’t affect him much as long as he can do other stuff. A week without cuddling and kisses would kill him probably, but he’s pretty satisfied just spending the time making up with you and getting back to normal.

Suo’s kind of a petty bitch (at least to me) so he ends up thinking “alright bet” when you tell him no sex for a week. He ends up making it harder for YOU during the week with how much of a tease he is. “You said no sex! I’m just stopping where I’m at so I follow your rules,” he says so smugly you wanna throttle him. Makes you hold yourself to it. If it was a more serious argument I think it’d be different though.

Hmm…Sakura’s baffled like Kaji, but more because he has no clue what that has to do with the argument. Realizes you’re punishing him despite there really being no correct side to your argument and just grumbles about it. He’d probably get the wrong idea though and assume you don’t want him to touch you at all. You’re probably gonna have to talk to him about it or apologize, because in the end he gives you too much space (while pouting the whole time)

Kiryu’s also a little petty but not as much as Suo is. Accepts your terms and respects them, but tells you if you change your mind, he’s more than happy to go whenever. If you try to initiate he’ll be like “but what about the ban? are we lifting that now hm?” all soothing and sweet as he rubs your calves and thighs with his hands. I think he’s one of the few that just talks you out of it by hitting your weak spots.

[widevibratobitch]

Ok, drop your favourite characters and ships from the Three Musketeers, queen. <3

the answer is pretty simple actually <3

Aramis is my babygirl, my murder kitten, my favourite little princess, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese... truly one of the characters of all time. to me. and he ages like fine wine - the older, the more cruel and ruthless and cunning and evil he gets, the better.

im a die-hard Athos/Aramis truther 🙏 i also adore the whole thing Aramis and Madame de Chevreuse have going on, especially their fucked up little divorce in the last book, it's insane and i'm obsessed with it. I do also think Aramis and d'Artagnan are long overdue for some quality hatesex sesh! and none of these are mutually exclusive, the opposite actually. basically i live for and breathe the entire d'Artagnan/Athos/Aramis/Marie drama. it's everything to me <333

[larasraj]

top 5 svt eras!💕

1) don’t wanna cry *gets shot*

2) attacca

3) super … superior styling

4) god of music 🫣 i didn’t appreciate it much THEN but in retrospect she’s so perfect

5) left and right

[tdaywasamaritale]

💛fearless.................✨

i request ONE wilbert pleasth⁉️

i’ll give you everything that i have, just so we’ll agree

[rebeljyn]

I just wanna say that your mobile header is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen and I’m amazed by it!!!

Thank you, Hanna!!😭💕 I'm really glad you like it🥺 I was going for a blue night sky vibe and I think I managed to do it so I'm really happy with it too🥰

[chwedout]

happy birthday sis!!! 🥳🎉🎈🩷

thank you sis!! love u sm💖

[joelslegalwhre]

galaxy & rose for the asks 💜

hi mari my sunshine🧡

galaxy; what fascinates you?

Many things tbh, how the nature works and how people just started inventing things one day that we now think are normal but also how elephants will remember you for the rest of their lifes once they saw you... there are so many more things tho lmao

rose; favorite flower?

Daisies and tulips for the win!!

thank you for the questions mariii <3

some pretty asks✨

[songbirdandstars]

Top 5 dates with your f/o!

Thanks so much for the ask Steph! These are in no particular order!

Library dates, or bookstore dates, anything that involves being able to cuddle up and read together

Apple picking dates, just being able to go to an orchard and pick apples is really calming, and it’s a great activity that leads to the next date

Baking dates, Aaravos loves pie so every opportunity to bake together is worth it. Plus it’s fun playing with the flour 🤭

Stay at home ‘restaurant’ dates are fun too, Aary sets up a whole mini menu and candles and fun little decorations. All the fun of a restaurant atmosphere at home

and last but not least would be picnic dates, these are normally with Aaravos, Leola and I but sometimes it’s just us two. Being able to sit together and make flower crowns is so refreshing

Ask me my top 5 anything

[littleplantfreak]

mari...sniffles

The fabric of his tie is wrapped tightly around your wrists as you wiggle them. Your open blouse tickles your skin whenever you move. Umemiya has a hand pinning both your arms over your head, digging them into the mattress. His fat cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust, his pelvis slaps against your swollen clit, and your juices cover his length, dripping down to his balls. It’s loud, wet, and hot. His face scrunches up when you tighten around him– white hair falling into his face. If you pay attention close enough, you can hear the rhythmic ticking of his watch, but all you can hear is the sloppy sounds of Umemiya fucking you. 

“You’re gonna take it right, sweetheart?” He snaps his hips, making you jolt. “Gonna look so pretty, so pretty with my baby– our baby.” 

You let out a sound that borders a sob of pain and pleasure. “Yes, yes– ngh– yes!” Because you want it badly– so badly. You want him to fill you up with his hot cum, and have his sperm coat your insides. Your vision is hazy, but you can make out that he’s smiling.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re gonna take it– all of it.” 

Umemiya shifts more of his weight onto you– driving the fat head of his cock further in. Your jaw slacks open as he bends you in two. Tears well up in your eyes as he pushes you towards another orgasm. 

“You’ve been raising your hips for a while now– you want it that badly?” He isn’t mocking you though, rather he sounds proud. 

Screwing your eyes shut, tears roll down your cheeks as you nod– once, twice, thrice. It doesn’t take long for you to squirt all over him again, it hits his abdomen and drips onto the sheets, soaking everything. Umemiya groans– moans, when he cums, spilling himself into your womb. He lays his entire body on top of yours, shoving it further in, plugging you up. 

Umemiya pushes your sweaty hair out of your face, “You did so well, so good for me.” He pants trying to catch his breath. “I love you– you know that right?” He kisses your cheek, “They’re going to be lovely, just like you.” 

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT NORMAL IN PUBLIC NOW THAT IVE READ THIS

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 28 & 29: Face-Fucking & Roleplaying/Religion Kink

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Face-Fucking & Roleplaying/Religion Kink (✨)

Summary: Sometimes, you and Matt roleplay one of his 'darker' fantasies. Or to fuel his Catholic guilt, at least.

Warnings: Smut (18+), religion kink, roleplay (priest!Matt), blasphemy, fetishizing Matt's cross necklace, mentions of hair pulling, oral m!receiving, face-fucking, PWP

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: If using catholicism in a very not-Christian context is not your cup of tea, don't read this! I once again decided to put two prompts together because my original idea for the roleplaying prompt included face-fucking, too, and I didn't want to write two similar pieces. It was a creative decision.

Read Me On AO3! (coming soon, once all prompts are posted)

The sun has long set over New York City.

A disarray of neon lights from the billboard outside casts a dark red glow over the bedroom, dancing like fireflies over your skin. The tingle travels from your head to your weeping core, though you physically can’t clench your thighs for the kind of friction you have been craving all night. 

You kneel before his dark person, wrists bound with delicate knots before your bare chest, ankles crossed behind you. Seven words, you utter. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Not daring to lift your head, you can only imagine the stripe of white in his collar that makes him look so innocent; a priest taking your confession like a true servant of God. Like your penance won’t be his cock between your swollen lips while your pussy aches for his touch rather than a few Hail Marys. 

Confession with Father Murdock is the sweetest kind of torture known to you, and the only one you will tolerate. 

“It’s been…a while since my last confession,” you say. 

Without a word, Matthew tilts your chin up to meet his unfocused stare, wanting to taste every single word coming from your lips like honey. 

You lean into his touch. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“Bad how?” he asks. 

“I’ve been fantasizing about a man of God.”

“Fantasizing?”

“Dreaming of him,” you confess, “but the dreams I’ve been having are so unbelievably naughty.”

He bites back a smirk. “And who’s this man of God?”

Without hesitation, you answer, “You, Father.”

The light flickers. He traces the outline of your lips with the pad of his thumb, coaxing you to open. You’re drooling already. His skin tastes of salt and the beer he spilled earlier, but to you, he tastes like the most exquisite meal—salvation. 

You suck the digit into your wet, hot mouth, circling your tongue around it. Matt exhales a gasp of surprise, though he quickly recovers as he pushes down on your tongue, gently but with a determination that leaves your cunt aching. With the other hand, he undoes his trousers.

Your heart skips a beat at the sight of his hard cock standing tall against his clothed stomach. You want to reach out and touch the veins running along the underside of his shaft. You want him to fuck you until you can’t stand straight anymore. You want his cock to be branded into the tight walls of your pussy so you’ll forget every other man who has ever dared to touch you. You want to be so full of his cum that he’ll leave your thighs sticky for days to come.

“There’s only one thing you can do,” Matthew murmurs, gliding the leaking tip of his cock over your lips, a small taste for you to savor. 

You moan, involuntarily so, but one harsh thrust of his hips causes the air to bleed out of your lungs.

“Atone,” and he buries his cock deep in your throat. The feeling is as familiar as it is alien. 

Through hooded and teary eyes, you see the soul leave his wound-up body. A demon leaving the body of a priest. The sight of that stupid thin piece of white fabric constricting his otherwise black collar as he bares his long, pale neck to you, all the while still wearing that god-awful golden crucifix of sin has you clenching around nothing but thin air, and you wrap your lips around his cock in a vice-grip. 

Matt groans. “Forgive me,” you hear, his voice breathy as it breaks through the thick air.

You don’t tell him to stop. He fucks into your mouth with the force of a proper madman, but it only makes you moan louder around him.

You’re the one atoning for your sins, but he is the one praying not to the one God he believes in but to you. He asks for your forgiveness for doing something he deems so absolutely and selfishly wrong; fucking your mouth without giving you an ounce of appreciation back. Using you. 

His teeth grit with every harsh thrust as you gag and gush around him, but God, he can’t stop. So, he prays. He prays because that’s the only thing he knows how to do.

He doesn’t need to beg for forgiveness when you’re the sinner on your knees, but you can’t help that it makes your pussy flutter, still. You, his goddess, and the altar he prays at. You, the woman who let him dress up as a priest and use her to live out his most perverted religious fantasies whenever he pleases. Because in the end, Father Murdock is your favorite role of his, and you’d gladly confess to treason if it means he will take you apart like this over and over again until the day your body can’t take it anymore.

Matt Murdock’s utmost devotion is yours and yours alone, always has been and always will be.

Spit trickles down your chin. The only sounds coming from you are grunts and gurgles, but he’s loud enough for the both of you. You’re afraid if you hear any more of his sweet moans he might have to scrape you off the floor, liquified. 

Suddenly though, the salty weight of his cock disappears, leaving your mouth wet and empty. 

“Wh–” you stutter.

“You’re gonna be sore,” he chokes out.

You look sternly up at him. “But this is my penance, F–” You stop yourself before you can utter the honorific again. “I can take it. I have to.”

He utters your name, and for a moment, his mask slips.

“Forgive me, Father,” you repeat, “but I have been a bad, bad girl. By God’s rules, I have to atone for my sins.”

Matthew lets out a guttural growl and his expression changes. “God, yes,” he says, no longer hesitating to thrust back in. Seconds stretch into hours, it seems. “I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father,” thrust, “the Son,” thrust, “and the holy spirit.”

Your throat has well grown numb by now, his prayer resonating in your ringing ears, and with the eagerness of a new woman, you swallow every last drop of his cum as he finally bursts on your tongue with a strangled, “Amen,” to the ceiling above—to God.

For once you are glad that he can’t see you or he would surely shudder at the mess he made of you. “Thank you, Father,” you croak. 

The curtain falls. The play comes to a sudden yet inevitable end. You raise your head in his lap. He looks so blissed out, so…guilty? Maybe only a little.

“I’m okay,” he answers before you can ask.

A silly smile grows on your cum-stained lips. “I am, too.”

In one swift motion, he has untied your wrists, and he pulls you with him onto the edge of the bed, his arms offering a safe haven from the cold hardwood floors, and you once again come to appreciate the force of a man you had the honor of marrying. 

For even when he is reduced to a mindless, overstimulated puddle, he takes the last ounce of his strength to carry you, always.

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[larasraj]

🌹 + 🌺 for the ask game!🩷

🌹 an era you wish you were there for?

al1 / dwc era 🫠 nothing more needs to be said *staring into the distance*

🌺 favorite song from a group/soloist you don't stan?

chasing that feeling by txt !! i swear i listened to it 150 times in a week lmfaoo

kpop ask game

[harrywavycurly]

SC Reader and Harry are going to have 20 kids I just know it and she’s going to have such organized chaos because Harry can’t help himself but cause unplanned mishaps even when he’s just in charge of lunch duty

Hiii lovey!! I agree they are probs gonna have like 10 kids and Harry per usual is gonna be a hot mess leaving his Texas Tornado to swoop in and fix the chaos in a way that leaves him standing there all wide eyed and amazed making him fall even more in love😂 but anyway I hope you enjoy this because I couldn’t just NOT write something about this?💖

Find all things Southern Comfort here✨

CW: None it’s just fluff

Tag List: @wedontknowherorhimorthem @blckburd @daphnesutton @styleswithaseaview @stylesfever @youngpastafanmug @hannah9921 @umadirectioner @sunflower-tia @tulips4harry @gmikaelson @fangirl509east @howling-wolf97 @outofthisworl-d @namoreno

A/N: I didn’t give them 20 or even 10 kids I gave them 6! And this isn’t edited so sorry if there’s hella errors I wrote this in a hurry😂✨

Summary: Harry makes the kid’s lunches and he is slowly proven just how overwhelming the kitchen is when everyone is home✨

Harry swears he doesn’t know how it happened, well he knows how it happened thanks to a very awkward conversation with his mother back in his early tween days he is very aware of how he managed to help create all of his kids but he just isn’t sure how all of a sudden every single one of them is in school, all six of them. He remembers it like it was yesterday when most of them still needed him or you, most preferring you for obvious reasons for everything from getting dressed to feeding. Now he finds himself standing in the kitchen with a whole stack of lunchboxes in front of him each with a little post it note that has that child’s preferred lunch written on it in your lovely handwriting as the kids run around trying to finish getting ready for school.

“Daddy my bow is all wonky lookin and it’s the only pink one I have because Elizabeth keeps taken em’ from my side of the bathroom.” Mary, the eight year old as well as the oldest whines as she stomps into the kitchen from down the stairs that leads to the hallway the kid’s rooms are on upstairs. Hot on her tail is no other than Elizabeth herself, the soon to be seven year old that was just accused of stealing her sister’s bows.

“I didn’t take none of her bows daddy she’s fibbin’ on me.” Harry has to hide his smile at how the girl’s accents get a touch thicker due to the emotions in their voice, something he knows they got from you. He puts the butter knife down next to his cutting board where he has his sandwich station set up and turns to look at his two oldest daughters.

“Okay Liza if you didn’t take her bows then-”

“Daddy look!” Harry gives the two girls a soft smile before his attention is stolen for a moment as he looks down at Laney, his five year old daughter who is tugging gently at the bottom of his t shirt.

“Oh my goodness did you do that yourself love?” He asks as Laney turns around to show him her hair that has about four hair bows clipped in random places above a low ponytail.

“Are those my bows Laney Marie?” Mary asks the four year old as she crosses her arms over her chest. Harry looks from Mary back to Laney who just shrugs as she walks over to her step stool so she can reach the top of the counter.

“I found em’ in the bathroom.” The little girl answers as she grabs her cup of milk Harry saved her from breakfast knowing she would want it later.

“Our bathroom you sticky fingered thief.” Elizabeth snaps and just as Harry is about to say something about how Elizabeth can’t talk to her sister like that he hears it, the angelic sound of your voice coming from the living room.

“Who is that I hear bein ugly this early in the mornin?” Harry looks up just as you walk into the kitchen with one of the three year old twins, Edward on your hip who is giving his older sisters a glare.

“No bein ugly s’not nice.” He informs his sisters as you place him down on the ground with a warm smile and a kiss to the top of his head that’s covered in brown curls.

“Sorry Laney I didn’t mean to call you a sticky fingered thief.” Elizabeth mumbles as she looks at her litter sister with apologetic eyes, Harry watches Laney place her cup down and step off her stool so she can rush over and hug Elizabeth around her legs.

“S’okay Liza.” She says with a smile before she turns to look at Mary. “M’sorry for takin your bows.” Harry has a proud grin on his face as the three girls hug it out before rushing off into other rooms.

“Daddy!” His moment of peace is short lived as he hears a little voice shouting for him from the bottom of the stairs. “Daddy I can’t find my boots!” He knows he has exactly ten seconds before Edward’s twin sister Hailey starts to get all watery eyed and sniffly, he knows she can’t help it she’s just the most sensitive one in the bunch.

“Sweetheart you can’t wear boots to school today it’s-”

“No boots? But-but I lo-love my bo-boots.” She whimpers between sniffles and when Harry looks over at you all you do is place a hand on your heart as your mouth drops into a frown and now Harry knows if he doesn’t fix this situation he will not only have an upset three year old but an upset wife as well.

“I know you love your boots but you just can’t wear them to school today.” He tells her as he walks over and crouches down so he’s eye level with her. When she looks at him with her big green eyes that are now all glassy looking because she’s about to have real tears rolling down her cheeks he has to clear his throat to stop his own emotions from getting to him. “But I’ll make sure you have them to put on the moment you get home okay? How does that sound?” He offers in hopes it’ll be a decent option for her and have her eyes drying up and a smile on her face instead of the current over dramatic pout.

“You’ll find em for me?” Harry just nods as he reaches his hands out to grab both of hers and give them a soft squeeze. “Thank you daddy.” Harry smiles as he lets go of her hands so she can wrap her arms around his neck and give him a tight squeeze.

“You’re welcome love.” She smiles as he wraps his arms around her and stands up with her in his arms. He moves her so she’s on his hip so he can walk over to the spot he has set up to pack their lunches. “Now have you seen-”

“Momma said you don’t get to help with the grocery shopping anymore cos you picked a bad melon s’that true daddy?” Harry’s question gets cut off as the sound of Anne, the four and a half year old’s voice hits his ears as she climbs onto one of the stools in front of the kitchen island he is currently standing at with Hailey still on his hip.

“Daddy has a song bout melons.” Hailey says as if that has anything to do with his abilities to help pick a perfectly ripe melon at the store. Harry looks up just to find you giggling to yourself as you turn to head into the living room to begin gathering up the kid’s shoes and coats so when it comes time to leave everyone will have their things ready.

“That’s bout Watermelon.” Anne says as she looks at her little sister and then over to her dad. “M’talkin about the green melon.”

“Honeydew.” Harry corrects her with a soft smile as he places Hailey down on the step stool Laney was just using so she can stand there and watch Harry get back to packing lunches. “Now uh well it’s not that I’m not allowed to help with the grocery shopping it’s just that I’m mostly there so I can get things off the top shelf for mommy so she doesn’t have to climb shelves-”

“You’re very tall daddy.” Hailey states as she reaches over and grabs a cheese stick from the stack Harry has for each of their lunch boxes. “Eddie doesn’t like these he trades em’ for cookies.” Harry feels his eyes go wide at this bit of information while Anne leans over so she can grab one of the juice boxes he pulled out for the older girl’s lunches.

“Daddy they ain’t gonna-”

“Aren’t.”

“Sorry. But daddy they aren’t gonna drink these they don’t like the grape flavor they like fruit punch.” Anne informs him making him let out a huff as he places his hands on his hips and looks from Anne over to Hailey who just nods in agreement.

“Okay so no cheese for Ed and fruit punch juice boxes for Mary and Liza now anything else I need to know before putting the final bits in the bags?” He asks the two girls.

“Mommy always puts the sweet treat on the bottom so we have to work our way towards it.” He nods at the bit of advice Anne gives him while Hailey reaches over and gives his arm a soft pat.

“Yer doin’ great daddy.” He laughs at the words of encouragement his toddler offers before she hops down off the stool so she can run into the living room while Anne stays sat across from him.

“Anne you seen m’screw dryer?” Edward asks as he walks into the kitchen from the mudroom that leads out to the driveway where the cars are parked.

“Screwdriver son not screw dryer.” Harry tells him with a chuckle as his little boy goes to the bench seat of the kitchen table and begins looking under throw pillows for his tool.

“What do you need a screwdriver for?” Anne asks as she turns around in her stool so she can watch her little brother look around the kitchen for the missing object.

“Momma said uncle Niall got s’m screws loose so m’gonna fix em for him.” Harry has to bring a hand up to cover his mouth to help keep him from letting out a loud laugh.

“Oh well did you look n’the closet by the back door?” Anne asks making Edward turn around from where he was looking under one of the girl’s backpacks that’s sitting on the table so he can rush off towards the back door. “M’gonna go help him.” Harry just nods as Anne climbs off the stool and goes to see if she can assist her brother in finding his tool.

“Hey there good lookin.” Your voice makes Harry smile as he feels you wrap your arms around him from behind. “You hear that son of yours is gonna try and fix up ole crazy uncle Niall?” Harry chuckles as he turns around in your hold making a grin take over your face as you look up at him.

“I did hear something about that as he was poking around in here looking for his screwdriver.” He explains as he places his hands on either side of your face. “M’gonna have to check his backpack before he leaves for school to make sure there’s nothing in it that will result in a phone call from the director.” He adds as he leans down so he can place a kiss to your lips.

“I hid his screwdriver in the bread bin.” You mumble as Harry pulls away making him laugh because that’s your go to spot when you’re hiding things from the kids. “Kiss me one more time before I wrangle up all these crazies and get em loaded in the car.” With that Harry’s lips are on yours in a sweet kiss because he’s never been one to tell you no and honestly kissing you is one of his favorite things.

“I love you.” You smile as Harry’s hands go to your waist so he can give you a little squeeze.

“I love you too sugar.” He smiles as you reach up on your tiptoes making Harry instinctively lean down to meet you half way so you can place a quick peck to his lips. When you drop your arms from around him and turn to walk away Harry can’t help himself as he gives your backside a little pinch making you let out a squeak before looking at him over your shoulder. “Watch yourself Mr. Styles that’s how you wound up being a father of six remember?”

“Oh trust me baby I remember.”

“Simmer down now honey I don’t have time for all that right now.”

“Later then?” He teases with a wink making you laugh as you take a few steps towards the living room.

“Maybe. Now you better pack them lunches quick fast and in a hurry sugarplum because we leave in ten minutes.” That has Harry’s eyes widening as he looks at the kitchen counter in a slight panic because he hasn’t even finished cutting the sandwiches having been distracted a few times during his lunch packing process.

“Baby can you-” Before he can even finish asking you for help the oldest appears next to him with a smile on her face as she looks around the kitchen.

“I’ll start putting juice and waters in the lunch boxes while you finish with the sandwiches.” She tells him and Harry just nods as he begins putting the finishing touches on the sandwiches before placing them in baggies.

“I can put the snacks and fruit inside them.” Elizabeth offers as she suddenly walks into the kitchen from the living room, Mary smiles and nods as she scoots over making room for her sister to stand next to her. Harry smiles as the two of them begin chatting about some school drama while also helping him finish packing lunches. By the time you walk back into the kitchen all the lunch boxes are neatly lined up in age order on the edge of the counter ready to be grabbed on their way out the door.

“Car is pullin’ out of the driveway in five minutes! You miss it you stay home with daddy and help him wash baseboards and fold laundry!” You shout with a playful smile on your face and soon the house is filled with the sound of feet coming from almost every direction.

“Coming! Don’t leave me!” Hailey shouts as she runs down the stairs with Laney right behind her. The two girls grab their lunch boxes as Harry crouches down so they can place a kiss to his cheek before rushing out the door to the car.

The rest of the kids make their way into the kitchen one by one from the living room, upstairs and lastly Anne and Edward come from the back of the house. Harry notes the look on his son’s face and he knows it’s because he never found his screwdriver.

“Love you daddy have a good day.” Mary says with a smile as she places a kiss to his cheek after grabbing her backpack and lunchbox.

“Can you look for my screw dryer please? S’lost.” Harry just nods as Eddie grabs his lunchbox and rushes off towards the car.

“Bye daddy.”

“Bye daddy! Love you!”

“Bye sugar I’ll call you when I get them dropped off.” Harry stands up and gives you a nod as you lean up and place a kiss to his lips.

“Love you.” He says before giving your cheek a quick peck before watching you walk to the door with your purse over your shoulder and a mug of coffee in your hand.

“I love you too honey.” You say with a wave of your hand before you close the door behind you leaving Harry standing in the kitchen surrounded by silence and the only slightly messy aftermath of making all the kid’s lunches and even though Harry’s mornings are now filled with a bit more chaos than a few years ago he wouldn’t trade it for the world because he loves it, he loves the life he’s made with you and can’t imagine it any other way.

[mercurial-chuckles]

Waltz Into My Heart

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x F!Reader WC: ~350 Warnings: Fluff | Some Bridgerton-inspired themes | Unbeta'd A/N: Dedicated to @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane for all the love she showered on The Curious Affairs of Mr. Holmes. I never really thought I'd write for Sherlock again if not for you, love. So, thank you, my dearest Janie, for all the beautiful love notes and for encouraging me to write for him. ✨ Just a tiny spark of inspiration for now… but who says it won't grow into something more? 🤭🩷 Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner and Divider credits to me. Photo credits to Pinterest. Thank you :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

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Sherlock despised many things.

Balls. Grand declarations. Crowds. Boastful dumb twats.

Perhaps he was more pliable on matters of friendship, for he wouldn't otherwise subject himself to this madness if not for Watson, who was currently dancing with Lady Mary.

And boy, was Sherlock grateful he'd yielded to his friend's incessant pursuit! From the moment he first glimpsed you in passing, Sherlock had been quite unable to look away, and it wildly bothered him.

You stood at the farthest corner, turned from the room, hiding behind a gigantic vase--concealing yourself mostly from your mother, from what he gathered. He realized you were the Viscount's third daughter based on introductions, and your mother was eager to marry you off along with your sisters. It didn't sit well with Sherlock. He could also tell you hated being there.

Sherlock waited for a long moment, rationalizing himself not to gaze at you which he failed to do so. When he couldn't resist, he walked toward you. He told himself he was merely curious about what you were scribbling in your dance card, and not because he needed to be close to fend off the suitors swarming you.

It was highly improper to approach you without an introduction--but damn propriety.

"Mr. Picklethwaite?" Sherlock read upside-down, placing his palms on the console table and leaning forward.

Startled at the sudden intrusion, you looked up at him, shocked, lips parted. Sherlock knew the moment recognition dawned in your eyes as to who he was. His heart fluttered delightfully.

"I suppose Lord Tiddlewick shall take the next?" Sherlock murmured, stepping beside you, eyes sparkling with amusement. You'd figured he knew what you were doing--filling your dance card with fictitious names.

You let out a nervous chuckle. "I can't take this anymore," you whispered, gently pleading with him to keep your secret.

Goodness, you smelled divine, and it was numbing his senses. You decided to torment him further by biting your lip, waiting anxiously.

He internally groaned.

A suitor approached, and you stood frozen.

"I'm afraid her dance card is full, Lord Mason," Sherlock said, a bit irked as his presence didn't ward off the attention. Lord Mason excused himself.

You turned to him and smiled in relief. Grateful. His heart quickened.

Sherlock chuckled softly, "Would you care to dance with me, my lady?" he asked, his senses completely outwitted by his heart.

You appeared quite taken aback, a flush rising to your cheeks. Then, gathering your composure, you tapped your card with a mischievous smile. "I am told you solve mysteries, Your Grace. I should prefer to remain one."

Sherlock laughed, unfathomably delighted with your answer. As rationally adept as he was, he knew then--he was already tumbling into the abyss of love.

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In an au where milo has siblings that aren't Maya and Ollie, what would they be like and how would it affect the canon lore in miloverse?

Finally, I can answer this ask✨

Sorry for the long wait, I ended up pretty busy with my job and was backed up with loads of asks (I don’t like mixing my doodles unless it’s just one or two but I had HUNDREDS of asks about All for the fish and decided to just pick through and answer as many as I dared)

Anyways! For Other Kids AU (aka separate ‘what if’ AUs where the Foxes have other or more kids)

Ofc I thought of more andreil kids. What do you take me for? The aftg brainrot is my disease✋😔

⚠️ this is not canon to We’ll Both Be Fine or Milo’s main story in general. This is a what if situation ⚠️

Admittedly, they could have been canon but andreil didn’t care about having more children. Milo was enough for them.

The first kid is Connie (Conner David) born 2011. Andrew and Neil decide not to deletus the fetus and so Connie is born. It is actually Nicky who gets to name him :)

Milo is very happy and emotional about having a little brother and tries to involve himself in every second of his life. They grow up very close, Connie looking up to Milo a bit.

Connie likes writing, cookies with jam, and spring

Dislikes conflict, chewing gum, and his freckled eyes (has eye nevus)

Second are the twins, Honey (Miela Marie) and Niko (Nicholas Nolan) both born 2014. Very simple decision from andreil that since Connie went well, why not test fate? And then they had twins who tried to make their lives hell. Andreil let the Foxes brainstorm names and send their best picks for andreil to choose through before narrowing it down to six (three if it’s a girl and three if it’s a boy) (they didn’t know it’d be twins) and let the foxes make a unanimous decision. The foxes decided on Nolan for a boy and Miela for a girl. Andrew and Neil ended up naming the boy Nicholas (Nicky cried about it for days) and gave Miela the middle name Marie after Abby.

Although Milo loves his new siblings, the twins are very hard to deal with and whine to him about every thing instead of andreil. The kids are also a bit air headed and tend to be hurtful without meaning to. When Milo goes to college, he finds out that they replace him with Connie who takes care of them as if they were his kids. (Admittedly, they love Connie more and it hurts Milo’s feelings)

Honey likes apiculture, traveling, food

Dislikes sitting still, sharing her things, being told what to do

Niko likes sports, napping, living life to the fullest

Dislikes being active (when it’s not sports), alcohol, explaining himself (he can’t)

Old concept designs when I was first making them

Some facts:

- Honey and Niko don’t consider Milo their brother but not in a malicious way. In their weird minds, he’s too old and different (however, they consider him family the same way Nicky, Aaron, Kevin, and Robin are)

- Honey lives with Nicky and Erik in Germany. She goes to school there

- Connie briefly lived with Stuart in the UK for two years, studying literature and journalism

- Niko doesn’t like playing exy but he goes pro as a hockey player since it’s similar

- they all call Milo something different. Connie calls him Brother or Milo, Honey calls him Mywo (Me - Woah), Niko calls him Lio or Em

- Milo used to take the kids to school (either walking or driving) since the twins were in daycare

- each kid is represented by one of the many animals that represent Milo. The rabbit (Connie), the bird (Honey) and the cat (Niko). With them, Milo is the dog. (Each animal makes up a part of Milo’s personality)

-⬆️ specific animals: White bunny (Connie) summer tanager (Honey) orange tabby (Niko) Wolf or Fox (Milo). However if they were Milo; New Zealand rabbit, Crow, and Red Siberian cat

- Maya would not be born in this au because at that point, they’d have their hands full with the twins and there’s no reason to have another. Ollie would have not been adopted either

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