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[ozarathustra]

Transitional Family Room - Library Photo of the family room library in a mid-sized transitional open concept home with carpeting, a wall-mounted television, gray walls, and no fireplace.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ prompt sets of three 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

write a piece featuring - in any capacity you can think of - all three things depicted in the given prompt!

¹⁾ a polka-dot bikini, a throw blanket and a pint glass

²⁾ a sliotar, a flat tire and a thunderstorm

³⁾ a teakettle, a fresh bruise and rosewater

⁴⁾ a chipped enamel bathtub, a blue sweater and basil leaves

⁵⁾ howling gale winds, an inflatable paddling pool and an oil lamp

⁶⁾ a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum and rolling tobacco

⁷⁾ gas station bandaids, a cellophane-wrapped bouquet and muddy footprints

⁸⁾ a lipstick print, skinned knees and stained-glass windows

⁹⁾ a busted streetlight, green olives and a teak countertop

¹⁰⁾ gun oil, red lace and an old armchair

¹¹⁾ a fresh tattoo, a sacristy, and guilt

¹²⁾ a corner booth, sweet patchouli and a wallet

¹³⁾ donuts, orange juice and a jail cell

¹⁴⁾ a cold red bull, shaking hands and broken traffic lights

¹⁵⁾ new graves, a busted headlight and silver rings

¹⁶⁾ handcuffs, brightly coloured building blocks and fir trees

¹⁷⁾ a shortwave radio, takeout containers and a bare lightbulb

¹⁸⁾ broken windows, waist-high grasses and lit matches

¹⁹⁾ orange segments, divorce papers and a front porch

²⁰⁾ horror movies, steaming showers and cold bedsheets

²¹⁾ brazilian lemonade, a split lip and daisy chains

²²⁾ a red convertible, a priest’s collar and dogtags

²³⁾ a corner office, parking tickets and greyhound races

²⁴⁾ bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola

²⁵⁾ old wives’ tales, creaky stairs and cherry lipgloss

²⁶⁾ smooth whiskey, greying hair and warm hands

²⁷⁾ hospital food, full moons and a reconciliation

²⁸⁾ exes, candy wrappers and a twin bed

²⁹⁾ a rural motel, a pocket knife and iodine

³⁰⁾ a dirty martini, a dressing gown and blood under fingernails

³¹⁾ slept-in braids, a lamplit office and an explosion

³²⁾ blueberry pancakes, a restraining order and the taste of rum off someone’s lips

³³⁾ farmers’ market peaches, burnt coffee and houseplants

³⁴⁾ a late text, faded jeans and lightning strikes

³⁶⁾ desert air, zinnias and chocolates

³⁷⁾ an old truck, freshly turned earth and a tv dinner

³⁸⁾ wedding rings, wildfire and wrought iron gates

³⁹⁾ a hostage situation, evergreen trees and a pierced tongue

⁴⁰⁾ unripe strawberries, bitter wine and a kitchen table

⁴¹⁾ a head laid down in a lap, green tea and a break news announcement

⁴²⁾ a fire alarm, a flower-patterened apron and an ajar kitchen window

⁴³⁾ a jar of jam, two shots of vodka and a stack of car manuals

⁴⁴⁾ techno music at 4am, knitted jumpers and a broken watch

⁴⁵⁾ a green silk scarf, a pan of burnt food and the trunk of a car

⁴⁶⁾ bound hands, a crescent moon and laughter

⁴⁷⁾ a winter coat, a heatwave and fresh mangos

⁴⁸⁾ a thrift store sofa, a highrise apartment building and creaking floorboards

⁴⁹⁾ missing teeth, a house half covered in ivy and cheap beer

⁵⁰⁾ undeveloped camera film, stomach kisses and cigarette smoke

[ameliathornromance]

He first saw you picking flowers.

The Orc was on a walk through the town centre, heading towards the beach. It was too nice a day to be staying inside, baking in the heat and becoming one with his leather sofa. If he must melt into a large green puddle, he will do it at the beach.

As he strolled through the town centre, he admired the impeccably kept gardens of lush grass, bright red roses, purple and pink lilies. And amongst the colour, was you.

The Orc stopped in his tracks, watched you working, trimming away at dead flower heads and picking off wilting leaves. This was the first time he’d ever seen someone take care of the gardens.

The peaceful smile, combined with the delicate way you picked the flowers enraptured him with a kind of calm that he hadn’t felt in years.

You just looked so content, so natural to be surrounded by the bushes, as if you were a deer drinking water from a still lake.

Feeling eyes on you, you looked around to see the source of your discomfort. Locking eyes with the Orc, he flinched, “s-sorry.” He apologised, looking away from you. “I didn’t mean to stare.” He must have looked really creepy to be watching someone so intently.

You smiled at him. “It’s okay, it’s not a normal sight.” Tucking the flowers into the crook of your arm, you stood and made your way over to him. “I mean, it’s not often you see someone raiding a public garden for flowers, right?” You let out an awkward chuckle.

The Orc nodded in agreement, reflecting your awkwardness. “Yeah, I guess not.”

Silence sat between the two of you for a moment. “I’m technically not allowed to be picking them.” You said, after a moment. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything.”

Smiling, the Orc assured you, “I won’t tell a soul.”

From that point onward, he made it a point to go and see you at the gardens every day. It was such a rarity to see someone be so happy in their own company, doing their own thing.

He didn’t like to just watch you though, he always made conversation with you. The last thing the Orc wanted was to make you uncomfortable. It would look to other people, a lone Orc, sat on a bench while a pretty young lady tends to the flowers in the public garden.

Through your talks, he learned that you actually work for the local council and take care of the garden every day… while taking some of the flowers home for your own viewing. “I mean, I tend to them, I should at least be allowed to take some home, right?” You told him.

The Orc had nodded absent-mindedly in agreement. You were just so passionate about your job, the delight and excitement you had on your face when he asked you botanical questions made his stomach bubble.

You never acted annoyed by him, laughed at his jokes and even invited him to come and help you with your work. Whenever he had questions, you answered them without judgement and with such zeal.

After spending his days with you, he’d return home, the world seemed… dull. Without all the brightly coloured flowers around and your glowing prescence, he sometimes wondered if it had always been this way to him. He then realised it hadn’t, because you lit up the world.

The Orc pondered on how best to tell you about his feelings. There was a part of him that worried you were only nice to him to… be nice to him. But it wouldn’t hurt to tell you how he felt… would it? It’s not like you were ever nasty or cold to him, so there had to be a chance for him, right?

He thought how best to tell you: Box of chocolate? No, too stereotypical. Just asking you out to dinner? That’s way too basic, and then you might think he wants something else.

He didn’t need to worry about that for long however, one hot summer day, you asked him:

“Did you know that the Victorians used to have a language for flowers?”

“No, I did not.” The Orc answered. He was sat beside you this time, holding up a Rose bush so you could reach the thorns at the roots of the plant.

“They used to use it to tell other people things,” you said as you snipped off the sharp edges. “Like, if you wanted to tell someone you loved them, you’d bring them honeysuckle and roses.”

“Huh.” He said, thoughtfully. He was silent for a moment, thinking on what you’d said.

This was it. That’s how he’d tell you he liked you, through Honeysuckle and Roses.

Once back at home, he jumped on his laptop and researched. The next morning, he went to three different florists, and got what he needed.

While in his car, the Orc did his best to rearrange the flowers in an attractive manner. After adjusting them five or six times, he sighed. The Orc still had his reservations. Of course he was nervous, he hadn’t told anyone he liked them since… Wait, had he ever even liked anyone this much?

He shook his head. “Just have to tell her,” he muttered to himself as he stepped out of the car. As he made his way through the garden, picking and making final changes to the bouquet in his hands, he looked up and stopped dead in his tracks.

You stood at the edge of the garden, talking to a human man. You held a strong scowl at the man, who jabbed and pointed a finger at you, similarly angry with you.

The Orc hung back, watching the altercation unfold.

Finally, the man sighed, and raised his hand to your cheek, like he was going to cup it. But before he could, you raised a hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The man let out a shout, grabbed at your wrist and yanked. You jerked forward.

Within seconds, the Orc was by your side and caught you around the waist with a free arm. He glowered down at the pathetic man, “what’s going on here?” He growled.

The man let go of your arm. “It’s none of your business, I was just having a conversation with the woman here.” The man glared at your Orc. “This hasn’t got anything to do with you.”

“It is, actually.” The Orc hissed.

“How so? You’re just some random-”

“I’m her boyfriend, actually.”

The moment the words escaped him, the Orc wanted to clamp a hand over his mouth, to take back the words and hide them away.

His realisation of horror thankfully, hadn’t shown on his face.

The human man flinched. “Oh…” He said. His tone low, “sorry, I didn’t know…” And with that, he turned away and stalked off.

Huffing, the Orc turned to you. “Are you alright?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

You shook your head, “no, I’m fine… He was just some creep who wanted my socials. That’s all.”

Your Orc friend let out a sigh, “I… I’m sorry I said that. The boyfriend thing…” The bouquet of flowers were still clutched in his hands, petals wilted slightly from the unpleasantness.

He probably really lost any chance now, just announcing that? To a park full of people? He wouldn’t be surprised if you just stopped talking to him entirely.

“It’s okay… I liked the title, actually.” Your words came out small, mumbled. But to the Orc, they were like the clang of a church bell. His stomach somersaulted, his heart thumped hard in his chest, eyes widened.

“I was hoping that you would ask me out at some point… otherwise I would have asked you myself today.” You gave a cheery, but abashed smile.

Clearing his throat, face burning, the Orc held the flowers out to you, “I still can.” He smiled, hands shaking, “would you like to go out with me?”

You bit your lip, taking the flowers from him. “I’d like that.”

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[miosalvatore]

||*.The Stars Align.*||

Pairings; James Potter x Reader (soulmate au)

Warnings; none

Word Count; 1,073

You walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, your mind preoccupied with the glowing constellation on your wrist. It had always been a soft, faint shimmer, a reminder of the soulmate you had yet to meet. Your friends often reassured you that the stars would shine brightly when the time was right, but the uncertainty had begun to wear on you.

As you approached the Gryffindor common room, you spotted Lily Evans waiting by the portrait hole. Her green eyes lit up when she saw you.

“There you are!” Lily exclaimed. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“What’s up?” you asked, pushing open the portrait and stepping inside. The warmth of the fire greeted you, casting a cozy glow over the room.

Lily followed you in and took a seat on one of the plush sofas. “I wanted to talk about something important,” she said, her tone suddenly serious.

“Go on,” you said, settling into a chair opposite her.

“Well, James and I were talking, and he mentioned something strange about his constellation,” Lily began. “It’s been glowing more intensely lately.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s interesting. Have you seen the other half of it?”

“No,” Lily admitted. “But it got me thinking. Maybe… just maybe, you might want to keep an eye out for him. You know, in case it’s something significant.”

You nodded, though you were unsure of what to make of Lily’s words. James Potter was known for his boisterous personality and his knack for mischief, and while you had interacted with him, you didn’t know him well.

Later that evening, you found yourself in the library, attempting to lose yourself in a book to distract from your thoughts. The quiet ambiance was soothing, but you couldn’t help but notice James Potter wandering through the aisles, searching for something.

You watched him for a moment, noting the intensity in his expression. Just as you were about to turn back to your book, James’s gaze fell on you.

“Hey,” he called out, approaching your table. “Mind if I sit?”

You looked up, slightly taken aback by his directness. “Sure. What’s up?”

James sat down, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “I was just looking for a book on Quidditch strategy, but it seems I’m a bit lost. I’ve seen you around the library and thought you might be able to help.”

You chuckled softly. “I’m not a Quidditch expert, but I might be able to point you in the right direction.”

You led him to the appropriate section and found the book he was looking for. As you handed it to him, James’s eyes lingered on your wrist, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, noticing his distraction.

James blinked and shook his head. “Yeah, sorry. Just got a bit lost in thought.”

As he left, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something significant was about to happen. The following days were filled with small, yet curious encounters with James. You’d run into him in the corridors, chat with him during meals, or find him engaged in some mischievous activity with his friends. Each time, there was an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as though you were on the cusp of something important.

One crisp evening, you found yourself walking near the lake, the cool breeze rustling the leaves. The stars above shone brightly, and the reflection of their light danced on the water’s surface. You were lost in your thoughts when you heard footsteps behind you.

“Mind if I join you?” James’s voice broke the silence. You turned to see him standing a few feet away, his expression earnest.

“Not at all,” you replied, motioning for him to come closer.

James walked over and sat beside you on the grass. For a while, you both enjoyed the tranquility of the night, the only sounds being the occasional ripple of the lake and the distant hoot of an owl.

“So,” James began, breaking the silence, “Lily mentioned something about constellations. Said I should keep an eye out for someone special.”

You looked at him, your heart skipping a beat. “Really? What did she say exactly?”

James shrugged. “Just that my constellation has been glowing more. And that maybe there’s someone out there with the same one.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. “I have a constellation, too,” you said, holding up your wrist. “It’s always been faint. I’ve been waiting for it to light up.”

James’s eyes widened as he saw the constellation on your wrist. “Wait, that’s—”

Before he could finish, you both felt a sudden, intense warmth. Looking down, you saw your constellation glowing brightly, and James’s own constellation on his forearm began to illuminate in response. The stars seemed to dance with a vibrant energy, casting a soft, ethereal light around you.

James’s eyes met yours, filled with astonishment and wonder. “Is this…?”

You nodded, your voice trembling with emotion. “I think it is.”

James took your hand gently, his touch warm and reassuring. “I can’t believe it. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

“I’ve been waiting, too,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t expect it to happen like this.”

As the constellations on your wrists continued to glow, you felt a deep connection with James, as if the stars themselves were celebrating your union. The realization that you had found your soulmate filled you with a profound sense of joy and completeness.

James smiled, his eyes reflecting the brilliance of the stars. “I guess the stars really do know what they’re doing.”

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of contentment you hadn’t experienced before. “Seems like it.”

The two of you sat there, hand in hand, under the starlit sky. The night was filled with the promise of new beginnings and the warmth of a shared destiny. The constellations on your wrists continued to shine brightly, a testament to the fact that sometimes, the stars truly do align.

[rainroses45]

Rain, Please Never Go Away

Description: You try to stop Harry from running into the house and leaving a mess, while he tries to stop the water from escaping. (James Potter x Wife!Reader) (Mom Reader & Harry Potter) A/n: I was watching one of my favorite shows (bluey) and I could not stop crying to this amazing episode so here is my take on it :) NOT EDITED AT ALL Song Inspo: Rainbow - Bluey Warnings: None zip zero nada

"We'll be back darling," James called out to the two of you. The boys had to go finish some paperwork for tomorrows early mission, leaving you alone in the house with your son.

"I don't know why we couldn't have taken the bike," Sirius grumbled from the backseat of the Ford Escort. "It would have been far more exciting than riding this hunk of junk."

"Frankly my dear, I don't give damn," Remus readjusted his rear view mirror starring at his husband in annoyance. "And I quite enjoy having all my bones in tact to answer your question."

"It was one time!" Sirius shouted causing Harry to let out a giggle.

You stood on the front porch of your house with Harry in your arms watching as your three troglodytes argue with one another.

The pot of English Pearls you had outside, hanging from the exterior of the railing, swayed with the wind. The sky was still clear but the wind gave its surprise shower away. "Surely, the storm won't be here till tomorrow," you thought.

"Be careful," you yelled as you saw them begin to pull out of the driveway. Harry waved his hands, shouting continuous "goodbyes" and "I love yous."

"I love you two so much," James smiled as he sent air kisses to Harry and you, his window still rolled down in order to hear your voices.

"We love you to dada!" Harry jumped up and down on your hip trying to see the car over the tall trees. All that could be heard as a response was a couple of laughs and coos for the young five year boy.

"Okay angel, I'm going to go start on dinner," you carried him inside, closing the door behind you. "Would you like to help or would you like to go play?"

"Can I play in living room?" He asked, looking at your hair as he fiddled with the strands. You thanked Godric he no longer had the habitat of pulling your hair anymore.

"Of course love," you set him down on the carpet, before heading to the kitchen to make dinner.

You opened the pantry to see what you could make tonight. Maybe a soup, or some sandwiches - in the end you decided to make tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.

Just as you finished cutting off the crust of Harry's sandwich, you heard the strum of pitter patters on the window. Quickly you looked out the window above the kitchen sink and saw that the sky had darken. Without a second thought you grabbed the empty laundry basket near the sofa and ran outside.

A confused Harry followed along behind you, soon falling behind as he mesmerized at the water coming down from the clouds. He soon dashed his way to happy green grass and enjoyed the rain drops.

You on the other hand headed to the side of the house, quickly pulling down the clothes from the clips on the line and shoving them into the basket. "Out of all the days it decided to rain, why on earth now?" You muttered as you tried to take down all the clothes as fast as you could, laughing a bit at James's soaked unicorn boxers.

"Mum can we play in the rain?" Harry asked as he spun around on the grass looking up at the rain falling from the sky.

"Just for a while darling, I don't want you to get sick," you replied before entering the house and placing all the clothes in the mud room. You stretched them out on the counters before heading outside to watch Harry.

The gentle fall of the rain from the roof through the gutter, soothed the house as its magic came to life. Your little garden you and your husband started began to dance with joy with the clouds tears just as your son did.

Harry giggled and laughed as he felt the squishing of the mud beneath his feet. He stuck his tongue out to catch raindrops, feeling a rush of happiness in the weather - when something caught his eye. A funny growing trail of rain water began to follow down the stoney path of their porch towards the empty road.

Jumping into stream on the path, he laughed as the cold water splashed against his ankles. You saw him jumping in the stream of water, and let out a soft smile. If only you have your camera right now to take a photo of this memory.

"Harry, darling," you called out, "I'm going to get an umbrella for you." Your son continued to jump in the stream completely infatuated with it, "okay mum."

Watching as the water flowed, Harry put his two feet together watching as the stream began to build up. Soon it tried escaping his little wall, until he placed both of his hands down and tried stopping it once more.

Looking around he tried to find something to help stop it, and when you came out with the umbrella an idea struck. Without another thought he quickly ran to your arms grabbing the umbrella and running back to stop the flow. You looked pleased at first, thinking he was going to use it to not get wet, but then you were soon let down. "If that is not James's kid I don't know at this point," you thought, grumbling as you walked back inside.

Although in his mind it did seem like a wonderful idea to use the umbrella, he then realized that it would fly backwards as the weight of the build of water was too heavy for him to hold.

Closing it, he threw it away and soon decided on finding another way. In his five year old mind, your son decided to use the newspaper on the lawn to stop the flow of the water. That idea also failed him, so quickly he went inside, startling you with the slamming of the front door as he ran towards his room.

Carrying four toy blocks in his hands he ran towards the front door, but was soon stopped by you.

"Harry James Potter!" You yelled, "look at the mess you made, where is the umbrella I gave you?" You asked as you pointed towards the muddy shoe prints on the floor.

"Mum I'm sorry but I-" He tried explaining but you kept talking about the mess on the floor. Harry tried wiping it away with his foot but it just made you sigh.

"Go," you pointed outside annoyed to which he gladly left to go complete his mission.

This process continued over five more times to the point you even tried barricading the open front door with your body to which harry swiftly made it through any open gaps left. Curse those stupid quidditch practices.

Finally you ended up giving up, leaving the front door open and sitting on a chair outside. You watched as Harry ran back and forth from the house to the path trying to stop the run off of water. The little wall made out of newspaper, towels, blocks, and boxes outside the path made you smile. Even if your house is a mess, its living with excitement.

Harry put his feet on the side of the other and placed his hands the same way as before trying to finish off this little wall. And as the water slowly began to reach his hands he soon realized he wasn't going to make it. There was still a gap left.

Disappointed and sad, he prayed that the water would stop at his finger tips but it didn't seem it was going to end that way. To his great surprise, you walked up from behind and placed your feet on the side of his hands.

"I thought you didn't want to make a mess mum?" Harry looked up at you, his face finally clear of the rain thanks to the umbrella you held above you.

"I learned that a little mess isn't something we should fuss about love," you shrugged, smiling down at your son.

"Mum, quick, its going to escape!" Harry said as he watched the water begin to turn over your sneakers.

You looked up at the umbrella and smiled before throwing to the floor and placing your hands next to your feet.

"I don't think we are going to make it Harry," you said as the water began to flow farther than your hand could stop.

"We need more blocks." Harry said, just before he was about to get up a pair of shoes appeared next to your hands.

"Look like you might need a little help."

"Dad!" Harry looked up to see his father. James was completely soaked from head to toe but he didn't care. He just wanted to be home.

"Darling I thought you had to finish some paperwork?" You smiled up at your husband.

"Canceled the mission because of the weather." He shrugged, "and plus how would you two ever survive without me? I mean look how the stream almost escaped- OW!" James crouched down to hold shin. "What was that for?!"

Harry tried holding in a laugh at his dads pained expression.

"That was for criticizing us," you smiled, "and this is for helping us." You gave him a peck on the lips causing a faint blush to appear on James's face.

"Ewwwwww!" Harry twisted his face in disgust.

"Oh pack it up Romeo," James said as he tried stealing another kiss from you.

Gosh you really did love you family.

i kinda of rushed it a bit at the end but potato potatoe 🦦 (also i’m kind of crying BECAUSE WHY WAS THAT EPISODE SO BEAUTIFUL) also im out of storage soooooooo I don't know what to do

[nothingenoughao3]

Daniel Cain: Reefernator

"Dan Cain is a stoner in the novelization!"

I have never been less surprised by a characterization and it's one of the only things I'll accept from the novel as canon. Because it was already canon in the movie. I know old Gen X stoner types and I know Dan is one of them, I know it in my bones.

Behold, the home of a man who smokes a titanic amount of grass whenever he's not onscreen:

[ID: three screenshots from "Re-Animator". The first shows Meg in shadow; the second shows Meg peering into Herbert West's room; the third shows Dan standing by the door with a baseball bat, and Herbert with a medical textbook on the sofa. End ID.]

Without exception, every single windowpane in 666 Darkmoor is curtained.

The curtains are eternally drawn, day or night.

The lamp could not be loved by a cocaine-snorting yuppie. Only by a stoner who likes to play with the fringe once he's on his fifth bowl.

He still hasn't unpacked most of his shit (but I promise you this: he did unpack the box that was labeled as "first aid/bathroom stuff" but it held his glass Gandalf pipe cautiously wrapped in bubble paper, and a wooden box with his stash and his grinder in it).

Dan has house plants because he thinks that freshens the air and lessens the smell of green. He is wrong. He also feels a spiritual connection to the plants when he's giga-high. He is right.

Most telling of all, he has tacked up towels and/or random pieces of cloth over the glass windows in the doors. THAT is prime "I don't want the cops to see me smoking grass" behavior.

This is the home where the air can give you a contact high. This is the home of a man who can direct you to the nearest ditch where marijuana is growing wild in any subdivision of Arkham. It's only missing a Frank Frazetta poster and a painting of mushrooms with faces, and only because they're still in one of those boxes Dan hasn't unpacked yet.

Dan Cain can roll a blunt that will give you an out-of-body experience. Dan Cain can take fat rips off a bong that will render lesser folks speechless, melting into the sofa, and gently hallucinating. Dan Cain says your edibles ain't shit and he means it for real.

And you just know that when Herbert walked in and took a single breath, he went "Oh, okay, if blackmailing him for banging the Dean's daughter doesn't work, I can always, as humans say, 'rat him out' to 'the fuzz'."

[dreaming-of-lu]

cause it's me birfday eue decided to spoil myself with the soulmates au. A special surprise at the end 👀

Time

Normally, one would scream at the sight of a vast, wide open field of grass rather than their room being the first sight to see when waking up,

"Did I fucking die?" instead was the first thing that came out of your mouth. The wind was cool against your skin, lightly ruffling your bed mess hair. Miles around was knee high grass, no trees or civilization around. Just the green grass of mother earth and the blue skies with clouds that looked straight out of Ghibli movie.

"I died, didn't I?"

"I wouldn't necessarily say that-" a short yelp left your lips at the sudden voice appearing next to your ear. You scrambled back in shock, stumbling over yourself to get away from the mysterious, possibly stranger danger. Your eyes landed on the man that somehow happened to quietly sneak up on you, your words caught in your throat at the sight of him.

Long pointy ears, shoulder-length blonde hair, red and blue markings that framed his face, low brows lightly furrowed and...his right eye is shut due to a scar overlining it. Though his remaining eye made your breath hitched due to how blue it was,

"Yeah, I'm dead."

A soft snort left him before clearing his throat, "I promise you aren't, what is your name?"

"I-," you made a face at him, "why should I trust you?"

He lift his hand, pinching his arm that made your own sting, "Ow!"

"Because I am your soulmate."

First

The night seemed endless due to how long it was dragging on. With the ailed fragments of sleep begging for him to close his eyes, yet they held wide open to the stars of the night.

'Can't sleep, handsome?' their voice was like warm water drifting around him in a bath after a long day of hard work. A pleased, tired sigh left his lips, making his muscles eased from the tension his body felt. He weakly smiles to himself,

'Not without you by my side, that is.' The light snort that they gave him had his smile become more genuine, and heart pounding against his chest. The soft flush of heat burned his cheeks and neck as they softly laughed at his comment,

'Ever so the heartbreaker, my love,' they lightly teased.

'Maybe to others,' he huffs, 'though to you, my sweet, I shall carry it carefully as if it's a precious gem throughout the land, even when I meet you. It'll still be beside me.'

It's suddenly quiet, causing him to worry and flustered that he might've said something wrong to them. Only to hear a soft sniffle, 'That's...that's the sweetest, sappiest thing any one had said to me. You're too cute.'

His ears wiggled in delight. Goddesses, he felt like a school girl due to how giddy and mushy he felt, 'I'll shower you in them till you melt in them, my heart.'

They tearfully laughed, 'Okay, sap bucket, try and get some sleep, hmm?'

'Stay with me until I do?'

'Always, my darling.'

Drac

"Why this?" You blinked up from your book at the platinum blonde that took his place next to you on the sofa in the parlor room. He wasn't wearing the normal day to day werewolf shawl, instead, fortaking the shawl and adventuring attire to comfortable clothes to lounge around in. It seemed Aryll was put to sleep easily, since her moans and groans of pain used to distill the air of the house they both reside in.

The chain soft snores in the other room was definitely one to be jealous of due to how easily they knocked out. Though, you can't bring yourself to be angry too much, since the beds were soft enough to ease any ailments they might've felt throughout the day.

You shut the book, placing it aside on the table next to the sofa before turning your attention to him, "why what? did something happen?"

He gives you a flat look, grumbling lightly as he rolled his left sleeve to reveal dark ink marked upon his pale skin. He nods his head to it, "we share the same marks."

You stared wide eyed at the ink that lined his thick forearm; vines rolled around in swirls, flowers with fairies splattered here and there. The same picture that lined your own,

"I-I uhm-"

"While I don't mind the pretty ink, however, getting side eyed for it is not one that I want to deal with," He raised a brow at the shock silence that overcame your form.

"I...I think we're...yanno...soulmates?" you give him a sheepish look, grimacing when his stare hardens.

"...Well, that explains it," he leans backwards in the seat, "...could've chose a different place for it though."

"Asshole," you puffed, "I wanted something pretty to make me feel a little more confident and-"

You squeaked when his hand cupped your chin, he carefully maneuver you in laying position. His other hand came right down next to your head as his body hovered over you, he lowered his face, letting his lips ghost against yours. Gosh, was his eyes always this intense?

He smirked, "is this your way of saying we're married?"

"...you ass."

He snickers.

[vulpisnocturna]

Hello there, I hope ur havin a great day ♡ may I ask for Gojo x virgin!reader w voice kink, if it's ok w u obviously 🖤 I just think he would be sooo sweet to his darling 😌

Of course lovely :)

15) free space (voice kink)

NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: virgin reader, voice kink, praise kink, dirty talk, experienced Gojo, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, safe sex (on this blog??? crazy I know), Lawyer AU because why not, soft dom Gojo

His cerulean eyes were truly what people described and more. They had the effect that the Bernini statues had had on you when you had first seen them: awe and wonder at how an artist could carve marble to look like flesh and silk, how fingers curling on stone could look so soft and powerful. Gojo Satoru’s eyes were the same: they left you in marvel of the specks of hundreds, if not thousands of hues of blue, from the deepest depths of the ocean to a forest stream to the summer sky, all the way to the richest sapphires and the July fields of cornflowers in a meadow. They were framed by snowy eyelashes like snowflakes on ice, and try as you might, you could not accept that they were covered by sunglasses most of the time.

The first time you had seen them, you had forgotten how to speak. Now, because Satoru was a bit of a prick, he never did let it go. Once he had caught onto the fact that you had a crush on him, he had asked you out on a date. You were a lawyer green as grass at the firm he was partner at, fresh out of law school, looking to make a name for yourself in the law scene and make a change. Though his methods of arguing were unorthodox, Gojo Satoru was regarded as the best lawyer in the city. He talked way too much and often got cheeky with the Judge, which always made you slump in your chair and cringe inwardly like all the bones in your body had turned to soup, but somehow, his charm always managed to appease both the Judge and the jury.

Nanami-san said that if anyone other than Gojo tried his methods in court, they would be held in contempt in the span of five minutes without even having the time to utter “Your Honour”. He could do what he did because he was Gojo Satoru, but you still admired his speeches, his compelling motions, the way he could turn a case around at the last minute of the closing arguments as though it was second nature.

It was after a full day in court where you had had to cross-examine a very important defence expert witness that Gojo had kept you in the cafeteria at the afternoon break. You were sitting on a bench, trying to relieve the pain in your feet after wearing stilettos and standing behind the podium for hours, and drinking the watery coffee that did not taste like much just to keep yourself going just for another two hours, when Gojo had approached you.

‘That cross was quite the show’ he had commented, devouring a pastry, licking his lips when the strawberry jam inside it painted his mouth bright red.

That had been when Gojo had first taken notice of you. After that, he had insisted on getting a morning coffee with you, buying you lunch on the break and had even invited you to a dinner with the firm partners, and despite you feeling really out of your depth, he had managed to make you feel like you belonged with his easy jokes and cheeky compliments.

One week after the dinner, he had taken you on a beautiful date at a bar in the bustling centre of the city, where cocktails were served with smoke billowing from the glass and even just bartending looked like full-fledged artistry.

And now, after your third date, you had had a couple of glasses of red wine, and you had felt courageous enough to take him up on his offer to go back to his place. As a starting practitioner, you were living in a small flat near the courthouse, one where if you opened the sofa-bed, you would not be able to reach the kitchen unless you crawled over the bed. And now, you were in a penthouse with windows surrounding the living room, overlooking the skyline and the city centre. It was... extravagant and showy, two adjectives you would immediately choose when talking about him. And he was currently embracing you from behind, kissing your throat, sending your heart pattering like hailstones on a car windshield.

You hadn’t had the guts to tell him you were a virgin. You were out of your depth here as you had been at the dinner, but this, this felt so much more personal. This was... embarrassing.

Perhaps because you had been so busy with law school and then work, trying to stay on top of bills and rent, you hadn’t had time to date. You felt as though you had missed a big part of your puberty and early adulthood, and at some point, it had gotten to a point where “waiting for the right one” had turned into not trusting anyone enough with the embarrassment of still being a virgin. You had never been fully naked with someone, never done anything more than making out and shirtless dry humping. And he... well, he had a reputation as a womanizer. He looked like the type to have commitment issues, and God, you should not be involving yourself with him to this point, you should not give out your first sex experience to someone who might just want a one night stand with no baggage, but he had won you over like he won all of his cases.

And now, you were afraid to admit that you loved that peculiar, flamboyant man, and you wanted him to be your first.

But you did not know how to come clean with it. And so you were stuck in that predicament, turning into putty in his hands and growing more and more tense by the minute as his lips ghosted your jaw and your throat, his hands splayed on your stomach, holding you in place.

‘You are so pretty, sweetheart. You smell so sweet- you look so innocent, just want to see you look at me with your pretty teary eyes underneath me’ he murmured against your ear, and a shiver ran up your spine, your eyelids fluttering at the mere sound of his voice. He sounded... tantalising. It was as if his voice alone was enough to render you unable to think, enough to make your lower stomach drop and force you to press your thighs together to alleviate the throbbing between them. The huskiness of it, the sweet but sensual tone, his words... they were all making you dizzy. You could just hear him speak in your ear forever and you would never need to have sex to know what it felt like.

‘Satoru-‘ you breathed, licking your dry lips, and he turned you, picking you up and forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips. His lips clashed with yours, hungry and enticing, soft and ravenous as they sought to brand you and burn their likeness in your mouth. His tongue was warm and demanding against yours, and he tasted faintly of mint and spiced rum, a lingering tribute to the last drink he’d had. His teeth sank in the pliant flesh of your bottom lip, and he sucked, tearing a whimper from you that made him groan.

The sound that came from his throat did nothing to quell down your lust, rather, it poured gasoline on a forest fire, to the point where you were squirming and gyrating your hips against his erection in an attempt to find reprieve.

‘Eager, are we, baby? I like it’ he chuckled, and you burnt from embarrassment and sheer lust, gulping when you found yourself in his room, which seemed to be bigger than your flat, on a king-sized bed with the softest mattress you had ever felt underneath you. He was quick to take off his shirt, giving you a view of his flawless alabaster skin and the lithe body he was blessed with, one that was nonetheless quite toned and muscular for someone who spent his day arguing with people. He climbed above you, looking at you with those cobalt eyes that seemed to make the world stand still.

‘C’mon, sweetheart, relax. I’m not going to devour you- unless you ask nicely’ he winked at you, making you burn at the embarrassing joke and the connotations of his words.

‘I- I haven’t... had sex before. Ever’ you decided to rip the band-aid and hope for the best. Satoru’s reaction was not what you had expected. He looked perplexed.

‘You’re a virgin? You? You must have had a crowd of fanboys following you for years. Were none of them up to your standards? Were you waiting for me?’ he teased, smirking, almost as if he was trying to put you at ease with his light humour. You gave a nervous laugh.

‘Uhh, I was... busy- and never really got to that point’ you stuttered, wishing his stupid extravagant bedside table lamps weren’t on so he wouldn’t see your face.

‘Well, I am flattered you chose me. I’ll have to make it worth your time, yeah?’ he said, seemingly falling back into his charming self as he ran the pad of his thumb across your lower lip, making you hold your breath as you waited for his next move.

He cupped your face, drawing you in for a slow, sensual kiss that made your stomach drop and pebbled your skin with goosebumps. The touch of his fingers was a mere caress across your ribcage, your waist and hip, but you could tell that he was holding back, and he would have likely been much rougher had he not known that this was your first time.

His feverish lips traced a line to your throat, and he took his time savouring your skin, kissing and licking and nipping at your skin until you were sure you were nothing but a pliant ragdoll in his hands.

‘I’m going to make you feel so good, baby... going to make you addicted to this, make you my good girl’ he crooned against your skin, and your breath faltered, your teeth pulling on the corner of your bottom lip. He sounded sinful, alluring, like he was casting a spell on you. His voice alone, hearing him say that, the drop in his tone, the way his tongue seemed to caress every word like his fingers were ghosting your skin... it was already becoming too much to bear. You needed to feel more, and you did not want him to treat you like you were a fragile thing who would break at the slightest touch.

In your fantasies, ones you would take to your grave, he would just take you as he spewed filth to you, praising you and making you feel like you were the only thing he ever saw and wanted. You wanted to be his.

‘Satoru... you can be rougher with me’ you murmured, and his eyes seemed to gleam in the orangey glow of the lamps, a grin spreading across his reddened lips as his fingers curled around your hip.

‘Careful what you wish for, pretty girl’ he said, his hand skimming your body to settle on your ass, under your skirt. He was fondling the pliable skin there, his tongue dipping out to lick your cleavage. He helped you out of your top, his eyes devouring every inch of your skin, making you feel truly attractive and seductive as you watched him take in your features like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Satoru ran his willowy fingers over your breasts, ghosting over your stiff nipples, circling them before he pulled down the straps of your bra and snaked his hand underneath your back to unclasp it and toss it away.

You would have felt self-conscious, were it not for Satoru’s immediate enthusiasm as he dipped his head and kissed the skin around your nipple, his hand kneading the other breast as his tongue flicked your nipple and he sucked it. You arched your back into his eager mouth and skilled fingers, wishing he would touch you between your legs, because you couldn’t take it anymore.

‘So pretty- you’re so sensitive, baby. You want me to take this pretty little skirt off?’ he asked, voice almost mellifluous, and you nodded almost too eagerly, immediately averting your eyes and feeling your cheeks heat up with warmth as you watched him smirk. He unzipped your skirt, easily slipping it off you, and his fingers ran up your thighs, which parted for him instinctively. He hummed in self-satisfaction, eyes locked on your face as he cupped you through your underwear, making your breath falter and a desperate mewl escape you at the much needed friction, which still did not feel like enough.

‘You’re such a good girl. So wet for me’ he crooned, dragging his fingers along your labia, pressing slightly until you were squirming underneath him.

‘Please, Satoru- need...’ you whined, and he chuckled, lowering his head to plant a kiss on your clothed pussy, his tongue mischievously flicking you where your most sensitive spot was.

‘What do you need, sweetheart? Want me to take your panties off and lick your cute little cunt?’ he asked, so impossibly lewd and alluring that you could not help but moan, nodding desperately.

‘Yeah- need you to touch me’ you breathed, and he smirked, cerulean eyes bright and impish as he hooked his fingers on the hem of your panties and dragged them down your thighs, discarding them and immediately touching your bare skin, teasing your wet labia and kissing your thighs, inching closer and closer to your cunt.

He dipped one long finger inside you, and you were already clamping and throbbing around it, but when he curled it, you could not help the breathless, wanton moan that poured out of you. It felt too good to be true.

‘Such a tight little cunt. Need to get you used to my fingers before you can take my cock, m’kay?’ he cooed, and your head spun with the sheer desire that man could induce in you with just his voice and a single finger.

But when his tongue joined his hand and he flicked your clit, you swore you saw stars. Your hands shot to his snowy hair, and instinct made you try to squirm away, but Satoru would not let you. He pinned you down with one large hand and let out a gravelly groan, circling your clit with his tongue.

If you had known oral sex felt this good, you would have sought someone out years ago. But perhaps it was just Satoru, and he was annoyingly good at everything, including sex.

You were reduced to a sobbing, wanton mess as Satoru tormented you in the sweetest way there was, coaxing whimpers and moans from you as he sucked your clit in his searing mouth, added another finger inside you and pumped them, slowly at first, and then deeper and faster.

His fingers were so much different from yours: they were longer and thicker, and he knew what he was doing even better than you did. And his tongue... God, it was torturous.

‘Cum for me, pretty girl- cum on my face’ he said, and you were undone. Your orgasm rocked through you like a surge of electricity, making your body tense up and your thighs tremble, your ears ringing and your eyes full of tears, white splotches dancing in your vision as the tight knot in your lower stomach released.

You were bleary, worn-out and breathless when he finally lifted his head and slipped his fingers out of you, unable to even form words after the orgasm he had just torn from you. Your dazed eyes followed him as he lifted himself off the bed and unbuttoned his trousers, taking them off along with his black boxers, until you stared, eyes slightly wide as his cock slapped against his lower stomach, thick and long, the reddened skin contrasting with the neatly trimmed white hairs of his crotch and the pale skin of his stomach.

He reached to the drawer of his nightstand, grabbing a condom and ripping the wrapper with his teeth. He unrolled it over his cock, smirking at you and hovering above you, kissing you and rubbing the tip of his cock over your labia, making you whine and push your hips against him to get him to push in.

‘Shh, shh. I have to be gentle, don’t want to hurt you, baby’ he murmured, looking as though he was struggling to restrain himself too as he pushed in a little bit, until the tip of his cock pressed inside you, tearing a whimper from you. It already felt thick and as though it was filling you and stretching you, and you did not know whether you would be able to withstand any more.

However, with coaxing and shushing from his part, he was able to push a few more inches inside you, moaning as his head dropped in the crook of your neck, his breath uneven. Your eyes scrunched up and you gritted your teeth at the burning sensation inside you, taking small breaths and trying to relax your muscles even though your instinct was to tense up.

‘Fuck- you’re so tight. You can take it, you’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more’ he praised, kissing you, forcing you to relax and distracting you from the pain you felt as he pushed. You gasped at the sudden pang of pain, raking your nails down his back, but the sting did not take too long to fade away.

The first push of his hips after the pain went away felt so good you could not hold back a loud moan, and your back arched into him, your eyelids growing heavy with pleasure.

He let out a groan, gripping your thigh, lifting it around his waist, deepening the thrusts until you were squirming underneath him, whining and pleading with him.

‘Good girl. You feel amazing. You sound so sweet, baby’ he crooned, slapping his hips against you, until you could barely breathe and were rendered incoherent by how good it felt, how it pressed against all the right places, how his words were guiding you through it, heightening the pleasure.

‘’toru- please... I’m so close’ you moaned, and he gave you an impish grin, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, his hand snaking between your bodies to roll your clit between his fingers, until you were quivering and writhing underneath him, gasping for air when your lips weren’t interlocked with each other.

‘That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby. I’m close too’ he said, getting rougher, pushing deeper and harder into you, lifting one of your legs on his shoulder, his bright blue eyes burning into you, seeming to sear the image he was seeing into his brain.

A string of curses and slurred pleas left your mouth as it got too much to bear and the knot in your belly released, making you tremble with your orgasm, your field of view obfuscated with white, your muscles weak as his hips stuttered and his rhythm broke. He came with a breathy moan, his head thrown back in bliss, his lips slightly parted.

Satoru slumped next to you, a light sheen of sweat making some strands of snowy hair cling to his forehead, his skin almost glowing in the dim light of his room.

You dared to reach to his face and brush them away, and he closed his eyes, almost as if he was revelling in your touch. It made your heart tighten in your ribcage.

‘Shower with me?’ he asked, smiling slightly, and then his lips stretched into that charming, roguish smirk, ‘I can’t promise I’ll behave, sweetheart’

[harlowsbby]

Second Jack Harlow Master List

My Headache

Soulmate & Always

Bunch Of Haters

Memories

That's The Spot

Two in the morning

Cops & Robbers

Love Cycle

Little Love

Blushing

Arguments & Making Up

Kentucky Accent

Bitter part two

Texts Go Green

Catching Flights

Missing You

Sleepover Parties

Sickness Blues

Wants & Needs

Dead Man

She's Taken

Timeless Love

You & Me

Like That?

Stone Cold

Bare With Me part two

Grass Ain't Greener

I Guess It's Fuck Me

Smacking Jack's Ass

Plastic Off The Sofa

All Up In Your Mind

Pure Honey

Sorry Enough

Court-Side Love

Jealousy

Have Mercy collaboration with @lcandothisallday

Fears

She’s A Ten But..

I Drink Wine

Obvious

Hot Girl Jobs?

The Instigators Master List

Picks Sides

[moonymelly]

Uhm…hello, friends!!

Uh, yeah…I’m still sick. Which sucks. BUT!! This morning, I was like:

“Ok, dude, you GOTTA make something Biggerler related. ITS BEEN WEEKS AND YOUR BOY AND YOUR FANS NEED YOU!!”

So….I had a lil idea. Now I’m no writer, but I just HAD to make this. I wanted to make something that would just be super cool and also give a bit more personality to mah boi. coughcoughbeforetheloraxcrashedtheparty. SO!!

Without further ado…here’s a lil something I wrote….

- The Calm Before the Storm -

……

“….mnnmhmm….”

His tired eyes slowly fluttered open, his blurry vision immediately met with the roof of his canopy bed, the intricate gold details against the deep green background glittering from the light that came through the room.

What time is it?

Looking over at his clock with squinted eyes, it read somewhere around 8:30. As usual.

Well…there wasn’t a moment to waste. Today was the day of the ball, after all. Everything needed to be perfect.

Rubbing his eyes and running his fingers through his soft black hair, he parted the curtains of his bed, stepping up and away from it. He grabbed his cup of chamomile tea from the night before and sipped it as he made his way to his balcony.

Tsk. Cold tea.

He pulled back the tall green, velvety curtains for the every-morning-outside-viewing-time. His face was a twisted expression of disgust and irritation. Why he did this to himself, even he would never know.

But alas, he did it anyways. Gazed out from his balcony at the crude place that was “the valley.” The sky, though morning, was swirled with those familiar dark purple, smoggy clouds, the hills inhabiting almost the same color. And the grass was…well…there…

….not completely alive, though.

He stared. Just stared with a blank face at all of it. Not too far away was Thneedville, and a smidgen of a small smile crossed his otherwise straight face. If there was one thing he was proud of, it was Thneedville.

His town. What he did for everyone.

What everyone should be grateful for.

He stood there, cold tea in hand, lost in thought, the cold breeze of the outside atmosphere brushing his hair softly into his eyes, the bitter smell of smog tickling his nose, but it didn’t matter.

He just…stayed there.

……….

….BANG!!

The Onceler nearly leapt out of his feet from the loud noise that attacked his ears, causing him to yelp very unprofessionally.

He swirled around, his face a furious scowl as his cold tea was splashed across his jade green silk pajamas. Who dared enter his room at an hour like this, and how so loudly?!

Who dared see him without his suit, so casually, with his unbrushed hair and now wet pajamas?!

WHO DARED TO—?!

“…A-Agh!! I’m so sorry sir!! Here, I’ll leave right away—!!”

The Onceler’s scowl slowly softened with realization, his posture straightening with a small sigh. He held up his hand, shaking his head. “No, no, Viktor. You don’t have to leave.”

Of course it was Viktor. There stood the poor man, a tray of food in his shaky hands, his face so deeply apologetic that The Onceler couldn’t help but have a soft spot for him.

He knew, after all, how it felt to be in a position such as Viktor’s. Always trying oh so desperately to have the…the approval of someone.

Viktor adjusted his rectangular glasses with a curious look on his face, his other hand clutching onto the food tray for dear life.

“Uhm…you’re sure, sir? I-I can really just leave, if you need me to—“

“No, no, it’s fine. Just…you can leave the tray on my table, over there.”

The Onceler pointed tiredly over at his small table nearby his fireplace, surrounded by the red sofas where he liked to sit sometimes with his smoking jacket, cigar in hand.

Viktor did a double take when he saw that The Onceler had accidentally splashed himself on his pajamas and winced. His boss really liked those pajamas. He was sure that if Viktor had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have been let off the hook so easily.

He trotted over to The Onceler’s fireplace and saw an unfinished glass of red wine set on the table as well. Pointing to it, he called out to his boss, who was once again standing regally as he looked out to the valley.

“Sir, would you like me to take this away for you?”

The Onceler turned around again to see what Viktor was referring to, and he didn’t answer right away, just looking at the glass as he contemplated yes or no.

“…Mmmm. I suppose.”

With that, he turned away again.

Viktor gave his boss a soft, knowing look. After being under his wing for five years, he knew what to expect. Even though he was his secretary, he was really mostly his personal assistant, the man The Onceler knew he could trust.

And Viktor never took that for granted.

As Viktor took the glass from the table and set the food tray down, The Onceler started trotting away from the balcony, unexpectedly. Viktor rose a brow, standing up straight as he watched his boss walk to his closet.

Well…more like a grand closet, for crying out loud. It was like a whole other room!!

“Sir!” Viktor half-shouted, practically speed walking over to where his boss now stood. “Can I help you with anything else?”

The Onceler gave Viktor a brief look, then shook his head. “No, but thank you. I just figured since I already dirtied my pajamas I might as well get into my suit.”

Viktor winced again, feeling bad about the pajamas. The Onceler scanned through his array of suits, other business-casual clothes, and smoking jackets. It was easy for a lot of people to forget that he was only twenty-five years old, especially when he acted so much older and sophisticated than that.

…Viktor sometimes wondered if The Onceler…always acted this way. Even in private. Even before all of this.

His lingering thoughts were interrupted by The Onceler staring at him with a tired look, one of his suits in hand. The suit he’d been wearing more often lately, the dark green one with the little intricate details on the lapels.

Viktor started to get nervous again. Why was The Onceler looking at him like that?! Did he need anything?! If he needed something he should know that all he needed to do was just say the words and—!!

“Viktor. I need to change, please.”

Viktor’s running thoughts were interrupted like a popping bubble when he realized….he was still in the closet with his boss. Aaaand…he needed to not be in there.

“…My apologies, sir!!” With that, he rushed out of the closet, fidgeting with his thumbs. As his boss changed, he ran over how the day needed to be, and that was perfect. He knew how much time and thought The Onceler was putting into this ball, and he knew how much it meant to him that everyone who came would be entertained and satisfied.

With a click of the closets door, The Onceler stepped out, his suit already fastened on neatly and his hair already somehow perfectly brushed. How The Onceler’s hair was always so perfect…Viktor and many people longed to know.

The Onceler walking with Viktor by his side, he stooped down to pick up his top hat and glasses from a nearby stand. As he placed them on, his confident and ready demeanor could make even the most frivolous of accessories appear regal.

The two exited his bedroom and made their way into the long hallways of the top floor of the factory, the tall walls lavished with paintings and gold stripes on the dark green walls that looked the same as the ones on The Onceler’s most iconic suit. The two walked through the dim lit red lamps and to the golden, intricate elevator.

Viktor pushed the button for the ballroom floor, and he instantly started chattering, reading off his papers as The Onceler listened intently.

“We have a lot to do, Sir, as you already know. A lot of us already have the decorations up and ready, but the kitchen needs to prep the food, refreshments, and desserts. The main thing, of course, is that we need your approval to make sure everything is in check.”

As Viktor looked up at his tall boss to read his expression, he could see a raised brow and a small smile, which wasn’t what he was expecting.

“Viktor,” The Onceler started, “That doesn’t sound like too much. In fact, it sounds like you all have done a great job preparing for this.”

Viktor was surprised, and even touched. “Well…thank you, Sir. …But we still should have you look over everything!!”

The Onceler looked straight ahead again, shaking his head lightly and chuckling. “Alright, Viktor.”

- At The Ballroom Floor -

Employees were working away like busy bees, draping more decorations up on the overly-tall walls. (Some would complain too tall, but what did it matter?) The people working at this factory knew they were lucky they had such an important job, being able to work for THE Onceler himself.

So, when THE Onceler himself was walked in, everyone just worked themselves even harder and quicker.

The Onceler scanned the room with a straight face, his eyes barely visible beneath those shades he wore. Every now and then an employee would walk by and greet him, he’d give them a light smile. But then he’d just revert back to that look, that look he made when he didn’t want people to know what he was thinking.

He watched as Viktor went off to be with the other employees, chattering to them as he hurriedly checked off the dozens of boxes on his clipboard. But The Onceler’s thoughts were interrupted by a familiar, thickly southern voice.

“Oncie!!~”

His eyes widening and back straightening even more than before, he turned around to see his mother stepping out from the elevator behind him, a big grin on her glossed lips. She wore one of her dozens of outfits, this one a sparkly blue skirt that matched both her son’s shades and her own glasses. Her top was a white collared shirt with a navy bow, her bow in her hair matching perfectly.

She clacked her high heels over to her son, but even then still needed to tippy-toe to drag his face down to hers and pepper his cheek with kisses. “Good morning, Oncie~!!” She made those ‘mwah-mwah-mwah’ noises as she kissed him and The Onceler could feel his cheeks instantly rise up with heat as he was seen by dozens of his employees, all looking at him either with surprise or little smiles on their faces, giggling.

The Onceler tugged a bit away from her and she finally let go, grinning all the while. “I see you’ve already made yourself busy, bein’ down here, hm?” She asked, looking around at everyone setting up.

The Onceler wiped away her lipgloss from his cheek and nodded with a forced smile, still embarrassed and slightly irritated from being seen so unprofessionally. Yes, while he was a fun guy in public and on the news, it was because he allowed that, it was an endearing fun for all adoring people to fawn over.

Not just…getting kiss attacked by his mother…

Straightening his suit, he nodded. “That’s right, ma. Tonight is going to be the night. Why, the event of the summer, I would say!”

His mother smiled and gave his cheek a pinch. “That’s my boy.” The two were interrupted by a female worker politely holding up a tray of confections. It appeared to be chocolate truffles of some kind, swirled with a deep purple color.

“Would you two like to try, Mr. Onceler?”

The Onceler gave her a nod and he and his mother each popped one in their mouths. It was absolutely decadent, the taste of dark chocolate coating his tongue along with a flavor he hadn’t had in such a long time.

…Truffula Fruit.

His mind drifting to thoughts he didn’t want to think, he cleared his throat, and gave her the nod of approval. “It’s delicious, please place them on the table over the—“

He was cut off by his mother chuckling, giving the other woman a crude pat on the back. “Oh, dearie!! You think this is gonna cut it?! Where’s the glamour?? This is the event of the summer, y’know?”

The woman looked absolutely mortified that she would displease anyone of The Onceler’s family. Isabella leaned into her ear with a sly smile and whispered. “You gotta add gold to it, hun. Go on. Sprinkle some gold on it.” Isabella leaned back and made a ‘shoo-shoo!’ motion with her gloved hand, grinning coyly.

The woman nodded her head rapidly, shakily keeping the chocolates in her tray from clattering to the ground. “Y-Yes, Ms. Isabella!! Right away!!” With that, she scurried back to the kitchen, the other employees quietly looking at her with wide eyes or pity.

The Onceler watched her walk away with that same unreadable look on his face. Did he feel sorry for her? Did he not care? No one would be able to tell. Isabella smiled up on him, squeezing his cheek again.

“Ya can’t let people get away with things, hun!! Can’t let people make us look bad, no?”

The Onceler looked down at his mother and quietly shook his head. “No.”

His mother was right, after all. This ball was meant to be a display of how perfect The Onceler and his family was, to show certain people that they were wrong. That nothing that The Onceler was doing was wrong in any way.

He was helping everyone, after all!! Giving people jobs, housing them, making them Thneeds, heck, a reason to be so darn happy!! Right?

But as he looks out to the valley every morning, is he really making…everyone? Happy?

………..

It didn’t matter. Because he was happy. And if he was happy, then everyone should be.

………..

….He did like the chocolate, though. The way it had been.

[childofsardior]

✨ Estrela's only "Vacantion" ⭐

For my "Summertime Series", this time featuring my beloved OC Estrela and her... well, summer days off.

[Click the images for better quality/visibility!]

And if you're wondering, yes, Estrela's room is full of cute furniture and plushies ;3c

First time Ludwig saw it went like this:

Ludwig: *giggles looking at the plushies* Is... is this your room? How-how old are you again, Estrela?"

Estrela: "5 years older than you, Mr. Seriousness" *she boops his nose* "but if you don't like my Super Star bed, you can still sleep on my sofa. Oh, but look! My sofa is themed after our beautiful Mushroom plains, and also got some Fire Flower cushions! They could be too *silly* and *colorful* for you! But don't worry, there's still the floor, unless my Cloudy Carpet is bothering you, y'know, shaped like the pure white clouds from the Sky Kingdom, the very clouds you CAN'T SEE from your very dark and sad and smoggy Dark Lands...

Lud: "Okay, okay, it's enou-"

Estrela: "BUT! You could sleep under the stars in my garden! You know, there is REAL lawn made of real and fresh green grass, something you probably never saw in your Kingdom full of lava and desperation! And do not worry, no bandit nor magma monster will jump out of the real lake made of crystalline water we have near the house to attack you in your dreams :3 unless you think that Toad Town's countryside is too *soft* and *chill* for a dragon-turtle Prince..."

Ludwig: "OKAY I GOT THE POINT!"

[pockeymcmockey]

𝔄𝔫 𝔈𝔶𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔄𝔫 𝔈𝔶𝔢 | ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

Summary: With [Name] trapped in the Red Keep, Rhaenyra comes to her rescue—or is it the other way around?

Warnings: Major character death, violence, blood, manslaughter, kidnapping? HEAVY angst, marriage, wounded by sword, ooc Aemond? That's it, just a lot of angst.

Author's Note: I have NOT read any of George's books so I have no idea how the story of Fire & Blood ends, so forgive me because I know none of this happens AT ALL in the book. 💀 Also, I have an alternative ending in the making!

𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 | 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ𝔙 | 𝔄𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

What anyone fails to realize is that during war, sacrifices must be made. In this instance, Aemond had sacrificed his woman for revenge against the one boy who ruined him. Now, as she climbs the jagged rocks that led to the entrance of Storm's End, ignoring his attempts at talking it through, he realized that sacrifices cannot be taken lightly—or taken back. The half-sighted princess pulled herself to the top of the cliff, not wasting time to sit upright and brush sand off of her clothes.

Aemond the Kinslayer trailed behind the woman that held his heart as she stomped her boots against the stone road until they came upon Vhagar, nesting in the tall grass. The green goliath recognized the prince, her rider, and the princess whom she almost devoured. The Targaryens of royal descent hopped onto the back of Vhagar, Aemond pulling her reigns and flying them to the Red Keep. As much as the princess wanted to go home to her mother, she knew the death of Lucerys would ruin her.

The kinslaying prince landed his colossal dragon outside of the Dragonpit, climbing off first then offering his hand to his wife-to-be. The woman ignored his act of decency and climbed down on her own, walking passed the one-eyed man into the usurper's home. Guards placed their lances in an 'X' in front of the princess until Aemond turned the corner, then they let her pass. Her expression remained blank throughout this trek, passing by servants, handmaidens, members of the kingsguard and even the Queen herself.

Aemond continued to follow her even up to her own chambers until she slammed the great wooden doors on his face, pushing a lounging sofa in front of it to keep him out. The prince leaned his head against the door and sighed, gripping at the hilt of his dagger before turning sharply and retracing his steps. When Alicent spotted her son returning from the hall that held [Name]'s chambers, she grabbed his forearm, her brow arched and her lips pursed. Aemond stared aloofly at his mother before she pulled him into an unoccupied room.

"Why is she here? Did she come alone? Where's Rhaenyra, did she come too?" Alicent bombarded her son with questions, spitting them out faster than a Targaryen could train a dragon. Aemond hadn't taken his eyes off the room's floor, his mind lost in thought about the last few hours. How is he supposed to tell his mother he lost control of Vhagar and murdered his nephew? She would be disappointed—if not furious—at him and would never let him leave the castle unattended like he was six again.

"Mother," Alicent spoke over her son, asking question after question and ranting with anxiety. "Mother!" The Queen stopped mid-question and stared at her son with eyes like saucers. "Enough. Lucerys is dead, as is his dragon. I lost control of Vhagar and she ate Llanerion. That's why she's here and she-" Aemond paused, caressing the holster for his sword. "She's angry with me. For killing her brother." Alicent nodded, one arm crossed over her chest and a hand covering her mouth as her eyes flicker across the floor. The Queen sighs and takes her son's head in her hands.

"Keep this to yourself, if anyone were to find out you lost control of a dragon then they'd think Targaryens were not meant to have them. And you are." Alicent kissed her son's forehead. "Don't let her leave this place," Alicent referred to the princess. "If Rhaenyra finds out, it will be on her own." The Queen parted with those final words, looking back at her son solemnly before leaving the room. Aemond stood unmoving, staring at the door where his mother formerly stood.

•⚔•

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙...

As the crowned Queen, Rhaenyra, planned their attack for the future, Daemon was pulled aside by a messenger. The man with the news whispered into the Rogue Prince's ear, informing him of Lucerys' death and the missing princess. Daemon waved off the man and let his head fall limply against the stone wall, winding his arm back and fisting the wall with a scream of fury and agony. Daemon did not dislike Lucerys, he was truly like a son to him, but [Name] was his legitimate daughter, his blood. His outburst attracted the attention of those in the other room surrounding the painted table.

Daemon—bloody fist and all—walked around the table that shed a glow of orange, mapping out the realm. He pulled his Queen over to the fireplace and leaned in, his chest still rising vigorously. When Daemon told Rhaenyra the news, she could feel her heart pounding in her own ears, she saw through her eyes with a red lens and she breathed through her nose maddeningly. The Queen turned to the guests at the table, knocking the pieces on the floor with a pained scream. Jacaerys stared at his mother, using his intelligence to decipher what made his mother so angry.

"Mother? Where's Lucerys? What about [Name], where is she? Mother, where's my sister!" Jace slammed his fist against the wooden table, tears threatening to fall as he struggled to keep them in. Rhaenyra ignored her son's outburst and stormed out of the room and outside, where Syrax nested. To see his wife ride on dragon-back with murderous intent would normally make Daemon grin with glee, but his daughter has vanished and he does not know if she's lying around in a corpses body.

The guests ran out of Dragonstone, following their Queen's order to ride on dragon and intrude the barrier of the Red Keep. Rhaenyra was clouded by bloodlust, her mind spinning at a dangerous pace. Her ears clogged with the blaring sound of the wind and the voices in her head saying to burn everything down; to kill them all. Daemon rides beside his Queen, his wife, and the mother of his children, his mind in the same headspace except the madness was slowly slipping out of control.

In the Red Keep, [Name] sat beside her windowsill like the morning of her mother's miscarriage. She's kept herself in her chamber since she was brought back to King's Landing. When the handmaids brought food and water, she ignored them. When the Queen asked for her presence and sent a guard, she ignored them. When Aemond knocked on her door and asked to talk, she ignored him. But when she saw a flock of dragons headed towards King's Landing she didn't ignore it. She pushed the lounger out of the way and ran through the halls, making it to the courtyard before she was grabbed and pulled back.

Ser Criston caged her in his arms with a hand over her mouth and dragged her to the Dragonpit. The Queen awaited her, along with three of her children; Halaena, Aegon, and Aemond. Alicent signaled to Ser Criston to release the princess, whom when was free turned sharply and punched the knight in his nose. She shook her hand, trying to alleviate the pain then turned back to the four that stood in front of her.

"I apologize, Princess, but I must have you stay here. Your presence on the battlefield would only cause more tension between the families, and possibly more bloodshed." Alicent held her by her shoulders, looking at her scarred eye and running a thumb across it. "When this battle has been won, no matter who ends up on top, we will allow you freedom, but until then you must stay hidden. Not as a hostage but as someone who must be protected." Alicent looked to her youngest son and nodded, Aemond placing iron cuffs on his betrothed whom didn't even put up a fight.

Aemond walked his wife-to-be to Balerion's skull and sat her down, allowing her what little rest she could get. The princess leaned against the shrine, her head resting against the pale bricks as she closed her eyes. Aemond paced back and forth in front of her, contemplating if he should say something. Anything to get her to talk to him. The prince ceased his pacing and glided over to the princess in chains. He kneeled before her and grabbed hold of the chain link that bound her wrists.

"Hear me, my dear, for I'm choosing to commit treason for you." Aemond whispered to her, keying the locks on the cuffs. When the heavy metal fell from her wrists, Aemond rubbed his thumbs over them, kissing the reddening skin. "When you leave, don't come back for me. Stay away from King's Landing until your last days. Do not yearn for me." Aemond kissed her lips, softly but sensually, and caressed her cheek before pushing her back toward the door, telling her to run from him, to run to her family.

The princess cried for her lover, their interlocked hands lingering at the fingertips when she pulls away. Tears streaming down her cheeks before she runs to the surface of the Dragonpit and to the castle where her mother awaits her. When the princess arrives, the battle has already begun. A brigade is stood in front of the castle gate to keep anyone without a dragon from escaping or intruding from the outside.

"Rhaenyra! Enough with this- this madness! You're being ridiculous!" Alicent hid behind Ser Criston whom shielded her from Rhaenyra's threatening hands and her husband's murderous stare. "Don't you realize how unreasonable you're being? Aemond meant no harm! It was supposed to be all in good fun! Please, Rhaenyra, call off your dragons!" The Queen Regent, Alicent begged the Queen Rhaenyra, pleading with her.

"You killed my son! You took my daughter and imprisoned her! I should take one of yours, to make it fair." Syrax spread her wings, giving the allusion that they were binded to the back of Rhaenyra. Alicent ordered her guards to protect Aegon, still hiding behind Ser Criston, while trying to negotiate with the Mad Queen. Syrax hobbled closer to Rhaenyra, hovering just above her, waiting for her to to give the order.

"Fair? Was it fair when your son took Aemond's eye and didn't lose one in return? You talk about fairness yet you slither your way out of the consequences!" Alicent fumed. Rhaenyra was about to give the order when her eyes took notice of the blind one staring back at her, fear laced in the woman's expression. Distracted by her daughter's presence, Rhaenyra did not see Aegon unsheathe his sword, charging toward her. Out of instinct and last minute decisions, [Name] ran to her mother, shielding her from the whetted blade pointed at her.

Aemond ran through door and hall to get to the courtyard, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, readying himself to pierce any man in his way. When the one-eyed prince made his entrance, his face fell at the vision of his brother's sword pierced into the back of his lover, whom was gripping at her mother's shoulders trying to keep herself upright. Aemond froze in his stance, his eye of violet narrowing in on the body of his betrothed. Mahogany seeped through the cloth she wore, soaking it from the waist, up.

Aegon the Second dropped his sword to the dust, backing up little by little until Aemond pushed through the bodies that crowded in front of the princess. Rhaenyra dropped to her knees with the body of her child, trembling hands pushing strands of platinum hair from her face. Droplets of tears splattered against her face, looking up to see her mother's sore eyes. The princess smiled weakly at her mother, wrapping both arms around her mother's neck to pull her close, wanting to feel the maternal warmth only Rhaenyra could give her.

"Forgive me, Mother. I should've protected Lucerys, but protecting you was the least I could do..." Her hushed voice whispered to her mother whom held her daughter tightly, lips involuntarily quivering. Daemon watched from the back of Caraxes as his daughter lay, dying, in her mother's arms. His stare blank, but his heart breaking. Resting limply once more, the princess turned to look at Aemond, as did the rest of the company standing in the courtyard. She held her hand out to him, disregarding the sharp glare of swords her mother gave him.

"Aemond, my darling, I want to get married. Right here, right now." Aemond closed his seeing eye, shaking his head and bringing his trembling hands to wrap around her body, stealing her from the arms of Rhaenyra. The one-eyed prince carried her back into the castle to stand before the Iron Throne, calling for a maester to wed them. As the two said their vows, their family spectating behind them, they sealed their marriage with a kiss. It was full of longing, tasting of death and life, a perfect balance.

When the prince pulled away, he expected to see her smiling lips, her eyes open with glee, but instead they were dull. Lifeless. Aemond held her against his chest and carried her once more to the Silent Sisters, asking them to wrap her with golden ribbons, only fit for a woman of her heroics. The Silent Sisters brought out the mummified princess, the Targaryen and Hightower family gathering upon the hill that sat behind King's Landing, looking over the raging sea. Rhaenys, Corlys and their granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena gave their respects, Rhaenys bowing to the only person she truly had faith in.

Alicent and Halaena next, Aegon standing behind them, too ashamed to pay his respects directly but doing so internally. Daemon, Rhaenyra and Jacaerys clustered close, all three placing a hand on the wrappings of their daughter and sister. And lastly, Aemond, who had yet to shed his tears, waiting until he's alone to let his resolve break and his vulnerability to show. The prince did the honors of sending the Targaryen princess to the gods. Uttering "Dracarys" to Vhagar who bellowed sorrowfully before sending her flame to the princess' corpse.

It was during this moment, when the Targaryens and Hightowers were occupied with the ceremony of [Name]'s passing, did she ever feel truly at peace. Her marriage to Aemond still validated by her heart—and his—and how it took her death to finally bring the families together, even if just for a night. Where the Queens really looked at each other, saw each other. Where brothers and sister were truly siblings, where uncles and nephews and nieces got along. Where two families were at the beginning of their reconciliation, their path to becoming one.

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[onepiece-writer]

Start caring more for yourself, Zoro

pairings: zoro x gn! reader

synopsis: you found zoro in the corner of the ship sleeping, so you tell him that he needed to sleep on an actual bed.

It was a long journey, having to fight all the enemies from an island. You were with Chopper, having to put bandages on your new branded scar. Chopper allows you to go, but he tells you something first.

"Um (y/n)? Can you tell Zoro to actually sleep on an actual bed, instead of corners of the ship?" Chopper asked, tired of seeing Zoro that way. "He keeps getting sore backs and cold. I think only you could actually tell him!"

"Yeah, i'll tell him to do that. Zoro's forehead is always warm all the time!" You tell Chopper that. "I'll make sure that".

"Thanks, (y/n)!"

You waved at him, about to scold Zoro like Nami does to most of the boys on the ship. Your eyes were searching for a mosshead, so it's hard to see considering The Sunny Go had a grass in the middle. What if Zoro's there?

"Glad to see you better, (y/n)-san", Brook greeted you. "Ah, are you looking for something?"

"Oh, nice to see you Brook!" you replied. "Anyway, do you see Zoro? I need to tell him something".

"I think he is in the corner of the ship sleeping, or training".

"Thanks, Brook!"

"Yohoho! No problem, (y/n)-san!"

You then found Zoro sleeping, in his usual corner. He snores as if there was nothing to worry about. You checked on his forehead, and as usual, it's warm. Although before Chopper told you, you just think that warm sensation was coming from training heavily, not the one Chopper told you.

"Zoro, zoro!" You wake him up from snoring. "Can you come with me?"

"What's the problem, (y/n)?" He answered with a yawn. "I wanna sleep more, y'know?"

"I know. Just please, please!"

With the serious glare in your eyes, he finally stands up and hold your hands, to ensure that he wouldn't get lost in the way. You then take him to a sofa, to finally say it.

"Zoro, you need to sleep in a comfy place, not like in the corner of the ship like that!" You said it, the word Chopper has entrusted to you. "Atleast sleep in this sofa!"

"Oi (y/n)! What do you mean?" Zoro was confused when you said it. "Besides, why do you even care about it?!"

"Because i care about you, Zoro. Try touching your forehead first!"

Only because you said it, the green swordsman touched his forehead. It was a weird feeling. He never cared to even touch his forehead, but only you could make him do that. Even Nami herself already told Zoro and bombarded him with punches, but that can't be done.

"It's, warm?" Zoro admitted, finally caring a little about his body. "Only because you told me to do it, princess".

"See, i told you!" You bragged. The swordsman who cared more for his sword than himself, finally caring for himself because of one person. "You should take care of your body more, Zoro".

"Sure, i'll try".

............

aww thx for reading <<<3333. I hope this makes you butterflies, cause thats what i need :)

[ughgoaway]

gingerbread house // day 6

content warnings; swearing, cringy writing and like one tiny smutty reference but not really?

a/n; It's finished! ... i think that's all my brain can type rn considering how long it took me to write this <3 (jk anyway thank you so much to the anon who gave me this idea, this fic would not exist without you- so thanks again my love!!)

word count; 2.2k

(this fic takes place after they're together)

12 days masterlist

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“Shit, shit, shit” The smell of smoke permeates the air around him as Matty comes running into the kitchen. He grabs his tea towel and swats the air furiously. The oven door swings open and matty is met with another plume of smoke.

Any vision he had was gone in an instant as the heat of the oven fogged up his glasses, leaving him blindly trying to grab the tray. Which might be ideal considering the sight of the gingerbread he had attempted to make.

He hears the muffled sound of your laughter through the phone and grins to himself as he pulls the burnt gingerbread out of the oven. It is definitely beyond saving. Matty had forgotten in his mad rush that he was on Facetime with you and knew he was about to get ridiculed. 

He picks up his phone with a sigh and is met with a wide smile from you, and the look mischief spread all over your face. The corner of your eyes was crinkling in the way that was reserved just for him. He yearned to thumb it over and press a kiss to your temple. But much to his dismay, you were miles away tucked up in your flat.

Matty had yet to visit your place, so every time he was on Facetime with you, he tried his best to scope out what it looked like. You always insisted you got to his, saying it was nicer and bigger. But Matty wanted nothing more than to see how you live.

He’d seen your green sofa with a knit blanket over the back when he called you last week to see when you were coming over. When he asked you about it, you shyly admitted to knitting it yourself, and for some reason, that made matty fall even harder

He had also caught a glimpse of the photos framed on your mantle when you called him to ask him how to set up your new TV. He was no help. if anything, he was more of a hindrance, but you stayed chatting to him the whole time anyway.

He specifically remembers the small glimpse of your bedroom he got.

It was 3 am. when his phone rudely awakened him. Groggily, he answered the phone with a scrunched face, “hello”

“Matty it's snowing!! Look!!” Your excited voice shook Matty awake. A blanket of snow sat over the trees, and the grass. Snowflakes continuing to fall only added to the winter wonderland on his screen. He scrambled out of his own bed over to his window and was met with the same sight. 

The small tree in his courtyard was delicately decorated with snowflakes, and the windows surrounding it were frosted already. The cold air rushed in as Matty opened his window, but he couldn't care less, immediately sticking his head out and bringing the phone with him, showing you the sky as he did. 

“So pretty,” you say softly, flicking your eyes between your screen and the view in front of you.

Matty wished the camera was on your face rather than your view. He wanted to see your wonderstruck eyes as they danced over the snow. He wanted to see your nose getting red as the cold air surrounded you. 

He eventually got his wish when you went back to bed, and he was met with the sight of your beautiful face surrounded in a cocoon of pillows and blankets. Your cheeks and nose were pink like he had thought, but he took an extra second to admire the light snowflakes that sat on the tips of your eyelashes. 

It's then he notices what's beside you, “is that a stuffed bunny?” he asks teasingly. Your eyes widen, and you shift the camera slightly, obsuring the bunny from the matty's screen. but it's then when he catches a clearer view of the floral sheets that adorn your bed as well as the Beatrix potter print that hung above your head. 

“No…” came your unconvincing reply a few seconds later, after a beat both you and Matty began giggling like schoolchildren. Clearly enamoured with each other, and both wishing you could feel this forever. 

But it was late, and you had work in 4 hours. you can't say you were looking forward to being surrounded by excitable 5 year olds.

So with heavy eyes, you waved Matty goodbye, trying your best not to let your eyes wander over his bare chest.

You failed. And prayed Matty hadn't noticed. Of course, he had, but he was kind enough not to tease you.

So when Matty saw that same look of joy in your eyes at him burning the gingerbread, he knew what was coming. 

“Don't even start-” Matty says, sighing at you over Facetime. He rolls his eyes, but you can see the smile fighting to take over his face. 

You held one hand up in mock surrender and dropped your jaw, “Hey! I didn't say anything” You tilt your head condescendingly and flash Matty a sickly sweet smile.

Never has he wanted to kiss the smile off of someone's face more.

“I know what you were gonna say, “Oooh don't you wish you had your baker girlfriend over there helping you”” Matty spoke high pitched in a poor attempt to imitate you.

“Well, don't you wish I was there?” You tease.

You can see Matty bristle up and try and prepare a snarky retort. But his resolve quickly crumbles, and he whines out, “Yes I do. Pleaseeeee come help your poor boyfriend bake”

You giggle and coo at his pouty face but don’t offer any help. Instead, you decide to pull Matty up on what he had unknowingly said, “Boyfriend and girlfriend, huh? Is that what we are?”

You smile bashfully at Matty, who immediately gets a frightened look on his face, like a deer in headlights.

“Well I mean- yeah- but like- I thought yes, but we don't have to be-” his stuttered reply made your heart warm.

Part of you was worried he wouldn't get nervous around you now you're dating, but you were happy to see you can still make Matty Healy blush. Nothing boosted your ego more than making the man with infallible confidence stumble over his words.

“Rockstar Matty Healy becomes a bumbling mess when the girl he's seeing teases him” would make quite the Daily Mail article you think. 

Deciding you are not quite done, you push Matty that small bit closer to a full-blown freak-out, “oh you thought we were? I don't remember being asked to be a girlfriend? Or did I miss that?...” You pout and tap your finger on your chin pensively, trying to get a rise out of Matty.

He sighs before slightly rolling his eyes, but his bright smile tells you everything you need to know, “I suppose I didn't ask,” Matty clears his throat and straightens up, “y/n, will you please be my girlfriend?” his soft eyes bore into yours, and you can see the slight uncertainty swirling in them.

Despite knowing you would say yes, Matty was still fucking terrified. If you said no this might be the most embarrassing moment of his life.

And he's fallen in front of hundreds of thousands of people… many times… almost too many times...

You hum in thought but can't help the massive grin that overtakes your cheeks at Matty's puppy dog eyes, “yes Matthew, I will be your girlfriend” 

Matty's face lights up, and you can almost see the weight lift off his chest as he breathes deeply. Just as you go to poke fun at Matty again, a small voice comes through the phone. 

“Daddyyyyy get off the phone” Annie whines, coming into the kitchen with her signature pout. She's dressed in her new tartan dress that she refuses to take off. 

Denise had bought it for her to wear on Christmas day, but as soon as Annie caught a glimpse of the dress, she became obsessed. Matty had to do a special load of laundry every day just so she could wear it over and over.

It was a relatively simple dress, crushed black velvet made up the bodice of and was separated from the skirt with a big faux rose and thick band of red ribbon. The bottom half was a massive skirt made up of red tartan fabric.

annie loved nothing more than twirling around and around in the dress, watching the skirt flow out around her. So Matty had been subjected to sitting and watching his daughter spin about 27 times in the past few weeks, but the pure joy on her face made any time spent with her worth it.

Both you and Matty shoot each other a frightened look before swiftly hanging up. Matty immediately doted on Annie and explained that he just needed to make one more batch before they could start their house.

You on the other hand were lying flat on your sofa staring at the ceiling, before turning to scream into a pillow. 

You had a boyfriend. A hot, dilf boyfriend…

Whose daughter may have just found out you're dating, and that simple fact might make you lose your job.

Shit. 

…worth it though.

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It had been 2 hours since the near miss with Annie, and Matty was 90% sure you were in the clear. Annie hadn't said anything suspicious, and she's not known for her ability to keep quiet. 

Hed managed to placate her with some chocolate biscuits and put on home alone for the 5th time that week as he finished off the replacement gingerbread. And not to toot his own horn, but it turned out pretty fucking good.

For someone who has only ever baked when stoned and burnt it every time, Matty was very proud. He sent you a photo of all the pieces and was over the moon when your reponse was nothing but praise. He tried to ignore the flurry of butterflies that erupted in his stomach at your words.

God, falling in love was not for the weak.

Just as Matty thought he was going to get away scott free, Annie chimed in and completely shattered any confidence he had.

“We should add a miss y/n gingerbread daddy,” Annie says innocently grabbing a fresh gingerbread man and placing it in front of her, she picked up the icing and began crafting you in gingerbread form.

He almost felt his eyes bulge out of his head at his daughter's words. Matty fought to act casual, but he couldn't help the way his words broke when he spoke to her.

“Wh- why would we do that peanut? I thought this was a family gingerbread house” he coughed as he finished, the words feeling heavy in this throat.

Annie was oblivious to the waver in Matty's voice and answered in the simple way only a child could, “Miss Y/n is nice, she deserves to have a gingerbread man too!"

Annie nods assuredly as she speaks, adding the hair made of strawberry laces to the figure in front of her. Her tongue was poking out the corner of her mouth as she focused on placing each strand, clearly treating this as her pièce de résistance.

Icing sugar was sprinkled throughout her curls, and smudges of icing were on her face. Annie's tongue was tinged blue from the sweets she had been sneaking as they decorated, sugar granules speckled her lips also.

After a deep breath, Matty managed to regulate himself before he answered, assured that Annie had no idea about him and you being together. “That's a nice idea, sweetheart. She can stand next to Auntie Charli.”

Matty knows it's ridiculous, but for some reason, the idea of your gingerbread men standing together makes his heart flutter. and he's not so sure he could play it cool around Annie when it did.

jesus, what have you done to him? He's getting giddy at the idea of biscuits standing near each other.

Annie narrows her eyes suspiciously at Matty, and he almost thinks he has been caught. But thankfully, she perks up and says, “Okay!” without a hint of questioning in her voice.

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It's 9 pm once Matty finally gets Annie settled in bed. Clearly, the numerous sweets she snuck had enough sugar in them to have her bouncing off the walls for the rest of the night. It was only after the 3rd book when Annie's eyes began to get heavy, and soft snores left her lips.

Matty took a photo of the gingerbread house in front of him, smiling down at the image on his phone. Maybe you all really could be a family. 

“Annie insisted on adding you to our gingerbread house” is the caption Matty added to the photo before sending it to you, it seemed he had forgotten about his freak out earlier and was just giddy about getting to include you.

“Ohmygod. Does she know??” came your quick reply, clearly freaking out about being found out.

“From what I can tell she has no idea, i think she just loves you”

Matty has to fight the urge to type “I think she just loves you like I do”, not wanting to scare you off 2 weeks into dating him. He moved fast, but not that fast. 

“Oh, she's so sweet. You better not eat me”

Before Matty can type the dirty response he had in his head, a follow-up text comes from you.

“NO NOT LIKE THAT MATTHEW. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING” Matty laughs out loud at your quick response, loving how well you knew him already.

“;)” is the eloquent response Matty decides on.

"you're such a twat" you type, ignoring the love sick smirk on your face.