#little-miss-sunny-daisy

[tomblythismyhusband]

flowers [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | You and Billy enjoy a sunny afternoon out in the flower fields to get away from the pressures of life.

[warnings]: just fluff :)

[wc]: 890

[note]: little blurb i wrote so it’s kinda short, basically just imagining what it would be like to lay in a field with billy…. sigh….

Sun kissed and happy.

That’s all you were at this moment. Your body in the strong arms of your lover, Billy as you both sprawled out in a vast field of daisies. The warmth of the summer sun danced upon your skin as you laid on the soft grass.

Billy had taken you out early that morning to this little spot out on the prairie. “We won’t get caught here.” He had said with a smile. You trusted him.

Obviously, being romantically involved with an infamous outlaw had its down sides but Billy always made it up to you. Anytime that he could do something for you, he would. Whether it was leaving little gifts by your doorstep or sneaking you out of your Pa’s house, he always worked hardest to make you feel loved.

And now, laying in a field of smiling daisies, you felt at peace. You were often worried about Billy when he was away. At any time he could be caught, killed, or imprisoned, so moments like this - where you were safely in his arms - made you feel like you were in heaven.

You lazily tilted your head up to nuzzle against the crook of his neck. Laying next to him on the warm earth almost felt unreal, like a part of a romance novel you’ve read before.

“You smell good.” You hummed against his neck, taking in the scent of him. He smelled like campfire and whiskey, two things that shouldn’t smell as good as they did.

A laugh puffed out of Billy’s lips as he angled his head down to place his lips on your temple. His lips felt soft against your skin.

“I’m guessin’ you’ve missed me huh?” He said, his voice rough and ragged. You could feel his warm breath against your forehead making your cheeks heat.

You shifted your body so you laid on your side with your face over his as he stared up into the blue sky.

“Of course I’ve missed ya.” You said softly. You couldn’t help but smile down at him, your lashes fluttering over your eyes.

He reached a hand up to trace your cheek. You would never get bored of the feeling of his rough, calloused hands caressing your skin. It was comforting, his touch felt like home.

When Billy touched you, nothing else mattered, only him. Despite his rough exterior he was always soft with you, as if you were a delicate flower that could be crumpled easily.

You picked at the grass below you while you stared into his striking blue eyes.

“I can’t stand being away from you for too long darlin’” He whispered, also shifting his body so he was propped up on his side.

Billy’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the gentle swoop of your hips and waist waist as you laid there. God were you beautiful. Billy felt like the luckiest man in the world to be lounging here next to you.

He stared at you for a while, taking in all of your perfects. He loved the way your hair fell into place on your shoulders, the way your eyes sparkled in the sun, and especially the faint pink of your cheeks.

You felt his eyes on you and blushed. “What?”

Billy’s lips parted as if he was trying to find the words to say.

“You're just so… Beautiful.” He finally said, giving you a soft smile.

You couldn’t contain your joy as you swooped over to him to plant a kiss on his lips. Your arms found their place around his neck as he let out a muffled grunt.

Billy leaned into the kiss, pulling your body closer to his. He put his arms around your waist and moved you so laid on top of him. When you broke apart from the kiss you couldn’t look anywhere but him. You loved the faint freckles that dotted his face, the curls that softly sat on his brow. You loved all of him.

You spent the rest of the day in the flowery meadow, not having a care in the world. You sat and talked for hours about everything and nothing at all simultaneously. You liked the time away from the stress of the real world. You liked being able to live in your own fantasy, even if it was just for a day.

“I wish I could stay here forever.” You whispered to Billy, as your hands worked meticulously on crafting a crown of daisies. The sun was starting to set now, casting an orange glow across the meadow.

Billy smiled down at you. “You sure you wouldn't get tired of me darlin’?”

“Never.” You giggled, placing a finished daisy crown on Billy’s head. Who knew a known killer could look so impossibly gorgeous in a flower crown?

Billy smiled at you, adjusting the crown on top of his messy brown curls.

“Jesse would never let me hear the end of it if he knew I was sittin’ here with flowers on my head.” He joked.

You let out a laugh, scooting closer to him. You cupped his cheek gently.

“I love you Billy.”

He leaned down to kiss your lips, pink and warm. “I love you too darlin’.” He murmured against them. You could feel his words vibrate through your body.

You wanted this moment to last forever.

You and Billy.

And a field of flowers.

[celestialprincesse]

to celebrate cancer free, how about a picnic with simon? but he’s letting his paranoia get to him and you have to comfort him that the man feeding the ducks aren’t spying on them and simply…living?

Katz my baby 💕 giving me all the good ideas🎀

AFAB Reader💕🩰

It's impossible not to laugh at Simon as he lugs the overfilled picnic basket across the park, his hulking form and grumpy demenour so at odds with you and your floral sundress, the pink gingham picnic blanket you carry.

The park bustles pleasantly with those stepping out to celebrate the first real days of the English summertime; groups of mothers with their children and couples with the same idea as you, bottles of fizz poured into paper cups and packs of buscuits shared between them. You manage to find a spot with sunlight dappled perfectly by the leaves of an old oak, setting down your picnic blanket, followed by Simon setting down the wicker basket you'd insisted on bringing despite the inconvenience of it. You're perfectly content as you lay in your little quiet place, listening absently to birdsong and laughter, breathing in the fresh air, cut grass and daisies wafting up and making you sigh with bliss.

Unlike you, Simon doesn't have the capability to relax. He doesn't have an off switch. He's very much aware of the lows to which men like him will stoop - seen them firsthand with his family. It's impossible to shake that residual stress, that fear of being out in the open, (relatively) unarmed, with the person he loves more than life itself. "You're all," You snap Simon from his reverie as you attempt to mimic his edginess, bunching your shoulders to your ears and straightening your spine. "Sorry." He mutters apologetically, perpetually worried about runing your sunny days with the inevitable dark cloud that is his paranioa. "Don't apologise." You hum, shifting so your knees press into the blanketed ground, hands coming around his shoulders, ear resting against the centre of his back where you listen to the steady thumping of his heart. The way he settles into your arms doesn't go unnoticed, lets you guide him gently back intil you're both laying beside one another, his head settled on your stomach, letting your fingers card softly through his hair. He allows himself to relax until his breathing matches the soft flutter of your inhales, looping his fingers through yours as he remembers how to shed his armour - to push Ghost down into the far deep crevaces of his brain, refusing his request to make an appearance on such a lovely day. Ghost doesn't get to feel the sun on his skin and the touch of a beautiful woman. That's for Simon. You're for Simon.

Once you're sure he's suitably relaxed, you shimmy from Simon's grip, not missing the frustrated grunt he gives from the loss of his favourite pillow. You soon halt his grumbling when you unwrap some scones from a cloth napkin, procuring little tubs of jam and cream from your basket too.

You spend the afternoon pink cheeked and happy, sipping at little glass bottles of lemonade and snacking on punnets of fruit or little baked treats you'd whipped up the evening before, revelling in domestic bliss and wondering if perhaps one day you'd be doing this not only with you and Simon, maybe a sweet rescue dog too, and a baby on your hip. You have been feeling a little nauseous lately.

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I love babies and cute domestic shit!!! lovelovelove!! this page is not safe for pregancy trope haters!!! this is a domestic bliss safezone!!

[alexx013]

🌼Giving Haikyuu boys flowers🌼

When you were walking back from school, and passed the flower shop you saw pretty flowers that catched your attention. You decided to buy them for your bf. Which flower it is and how will they react?

Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi

A/N: Hi everyone, hope you have a nice day. I legit got a hand cramp when I was posting this ;---; But oh well, hope you enjoy

Hinata ☀️

You'd give him: Sunflowers

This sunshine absolutely loves them

When you give them to him, you can see his eyes shining (shine bright like a diamond~)

Will immediately pull you into a hug and thank you over and over again

Would send you a pic of the flowers in a vase in his room when he gets home

Kageyama 🥛

You'd give him: Lilies

Also would like them, but tbh I think he'd be a bit confused on why you're buying him flowers

But you'd get his soft smile, and a bit of ear reddening as a reaction

Listen, he might not be verbal with his response but he for sure appreciates the gesture and will treasure the flowers

Might not send you a photo of the flowers, but would take one for himself

Tsukishima 🌙

You'd give him: Evening primrose

Also doesn't know why you want to buy him flowers

Also isn't very responsive after getting the flower, nod of thanks and a tiny blush appearing on his face

But after you visit him few days later you can see that the flowers are being well cared for and are placed in the best vase in his house (according to his mum)

Yamaguchi 🌱

You'd give him: Daisies

Instant bit of a red hue appearing on his ears & freckled face, just looks so adorable

Offers to pay, but upon losing to you in the fight over the payment accepts the gift, loves the flowers

He will forever be grateful for this sweet moment and will try to gift you something in return

He might give a name to the flower bouquet, but that's a secret 🤫 You'll only get the pictures of the flowers with sunset in background

Kenma 🐱

You'd give him: Lavender

Would also get shy, but deep down you know he appreciates the gift

I mean, you can guess that from his ears and neck turning a warm shade of pink

He would mutter a thanks, but when you try to jokingly steal the flowers he'd be like "Give that back, it's mine :("

Even if you don't know it, the plant would get a honorable place in his room (probably far away from his desk tho cause who knows how much sunlight get there)

Kuroo🐔

You'd give him: Pink roses

Would kinda be shocked by the sudden gesture but I don't think he'd show it

Listen, definitely the 4th season smirk and saying "Prettiest flowers for the prettiest boyfriend"

Would still love the flowers very much, and give you a head pat along with a thanks

He would research on when to water the flowers so it doesn't die and they stand in a vase in a sunny spot

Bokuto 🦉

You'd give him: Gerbera daisies

He would absolutely love them, and fall head over heels for you in this moment

Happy jumps & hugs, also would protect the flowers with all his might

He would definitely name each flower, and treat them like children... or try at least

And then at 23:05 you'd get a text "Your children miss you", and you'd be like what 👁️👄👁️

Akaashi ✨

You'd give him: Calla Lilies

Would definitely offer to pay, but would accept the gift after convincing

Would smile softly at you and then while gently "petting" the flowers along with saying a thank you

A little kiss on the forehead cause a hug could ruin the flowers

You know damn well that the flowers will be taken care of well

[urhoneycombwitch]

hands of love

foreword: omg been so long since I wrote for greenwitch!reader she’s baaaack. thx for reading if u do <3

cw: greenwitch!reader, R dresses very femme, referred to as ‘girlfriend’ once

wc: 1.5k

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It’s the first sunny spring day in Hawkins, so when Eddie’s cursory call goes straight to your answering machine, he’s not worried. Wherever there’s sun, you’re sure to be found- dozing on his front porch like a cat in the sun, making daisy chains with rings sparkling on your pretty fingers, anywhere but indoors.

He hums along mindlessly to the radio on his way over, plucking at the neck of his cut-off tank for airflow. Metalhead fashion is a killer during warm months; he’s already regretting the choice of black ripped jeans over more weather-appropriate shorts.

Your dad’s house is just off Cornwallis, nestled in a forested area, gravel service road for a driveway that’s easy to miss. Eddie swings his van with a practiced wheel-flex, tires crunching down the lane when something catches his eye and he hits the brakes, hard.

Just off the gravel, sittin’ pretty in the dirt, is you- deep green tank top hugging your chest, bare feet poking out of a long patchwork skirt, gold and silver jewelry dripping from your ears, sliding around your neck and wrists, glinting in the sun. 

You’re a fucking vision. Eddie swears, softly, then throws the gear shift to park and pockets his keys.

At the sound of the van door closing, you look up from your spot sat on the ground, the little crinkle of focus between your brows smoothing out into a devastatingly radiant smile- for Eddie. All for him.

”Hey! Was just thinkin’ about you!”

Eddie’s careful not to disturb the gardening tools spread out in haphazard array when he walks over, bending to his haunches for a kiss. 

You taste like fragrant oil and sunshine. He gives you another for good measure, then pulls back, bracketing your face between his palms- “You were thinkin’ about little ol’ me?”

“Always.” An honest grin for an honest answer. “I was making you a present and then wishing you’d show up, so it’s kind of like I manifested you. With my mind.”

“Freaky,” he replies, indulgent, giving you a forehead kiss then dropping to sit at your side. “Good thing I have a witch for a girlfriend, hm?”

“Uh-huh. Good thing.” 

He’s already lost your attention to the trowel you’re plunging in the dirt, churning up the earth, loamy smell filling the air. Used to chasing after your trains of thought, Eddie asks, “Whatcha doing? 

“In a minute.” The reply is kind but distracted, a sort of coded rhythm that Eddie’s good at breaking- I want to tell you but if I try to find the words, my focus will slip.

Your focus is a precious thing- especially when it comes to your craft. Unintentionally, you’ve taught Eddie more about the virtues of shutting up and taking the world in these past few months than he’s ever cared to learn before.

After reaching past him for an open mason jar, you carefully shovel in about an inch of dirt, hold it up to the light for inspection, then repeat the same motion for the other nearby jar. 

Eddie waits patiently, leaning back into his hands, watching you work. It’s soothing, seeing you interact with the nature that runs through your veins; having been on the receiving end of many of your gifts, he wonders if it’s a spell jar. Or a planter. Or-

“Terrarium.” As if responding to Eddie’s internal questions, your full attention envelops him, suffocatingly, wonderfully close as you lean in. “Was gonna make it for you as a surprise, but now that you’re here… wanna make it with me?”

Eddie’s still reeling from the steadiness of your eyes on his, the soft slip of bare arm pressing against his own. With a slow, dazed head shake- “Hold on. Give me a second.”

Your turn to be patient, jar of soil held at the space where your bodies are joined, paused, lashes sweeping with each curious blink.

Eddie blows out a breath, only half-joking as he says, “Goddamn. Really unfair. Thought you promised not to get prettier?”

Compliments only land with you half the time, so when a bashful smile pulls at the edges of your pretty mouth Eddie mentally fist pumps.

“I made no such promise.” The jar is thrust into his waiting hand, and you turn to pick up your own. “This one can be for your windowsill, maybe in the kitchen? It’s gotta have some light, but not too much. If Wayne likes it, maybe you can share-”

“Not sharing shit with that man,” Eddie says, grand in his petulance. “Wayne can get his own jar of dirt.”

Your squint straightens him out. Eddie folds easy for you, always has.

“Gotta find some moss,” you say, eyes still unerringly on Eddie’s, “That’s the substrate layer. And then little plants, maybe some grass, whatever we can forage that’s small enough to fit. Oh, and isopods, if we can find ‘em.”

“Iso-what?” Eddie asked, alarmed, but you’re already standing, moving past the edge of the forest in search of terrarium treasures while he scrambles to catch up.

There’s an easy, graceful lilt to your movements when you’re outdoors, as if you’re meant to be there- moss reveals itself to you faster than Eddie would’ve thought possible. One overturned rock later and your gleeful exclamation rings bright through the woods.

“Sheet moss!”

“Oh, sheet,” he jokes, lamely, but you laugh anyways.

A circular patch of moss gets pushed into the jars. Eddie’s fingers feel bulky and clumsy in comparison to your dexterous ones, but the praise you give him once the layer is settled makes it worth it.

He happily trails after you in search of more small greenery, listening to your lengthy explanations of each new addition, huffing in amazement when you come up with the scientific name for crabgrass.

“Christ, sweetheart.” He whistles low as soon as you’re done, reaching over to brush some sticky pine needles off your hip. “So fuckin’ smart. Would’ve killed to have you as my teacher back in the day, might’ve actually graduated on time.”

“I don’t think Hawkins High has a botany program.” Your reply comes distracted, but this time it’s because Eddie’s hand has found a home on the strip of skin between your skirt and top.

He rubs a thumb into your bare hip, moss jar hanging loose from his other hand as he pulls you towards him. “Yeah. Probably for the best. I think they frown on students who sleep with teachers. Couldn’t keep my hands off’a you.”

Chin tilted to meet him halfway, you give him a real good kiss, lips soft and smooth over his, parted slightly until the thrill of your wet tongue presses into his eager one.

“Gotta show you the best part.” When you pull back, sounding a little out of breath, you slip your hand into Eddie’s and lead the way to your original spot.

Two flat metal disks are procured from your pile of things; you hold one out for Eddie in your palm, explaining as he takes it- “Made this one special for you. It goes on top, like this-” you rotate the other disk until it slides into place over your jar. “Like a lid. But I had to make my own from scrap pieces ‘cuz the original mason lids didn’t take the markings.”

Eddie flips the homemade lid over in his hands to find a five-pointed star hugged by a circle, raised and tamped by hand into the metal. He blinks up at you, in awe. “You did this?”

“Yeah, it’s-” you must misread his wonder because the words spill out like you’re nervous, fiddling with the sides of your jar like you don’t want to see his expression anymore. “It’s a pentacle. Like from your Judas Priest poster? But this one’s not upside-down like his, so I meant it more for protection and prosperity. Y’know. To help keep your little world safe. And make it grow.”

Gently, a little unsure, you clink your jar against his in the sweetest cheers he’s ever seen.

Eddie swears again, achingly in love, then spins the lid tight over his new terrarium and grins at you. “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

There’s no room for a buffer as a smile nearly splits your face in two, giggling, delighted with his affection. “Over a jar of dirt? Man, can’t wait to see what you promise me when I give you an even better gift.”

“I’ve got some ideas.” His voice pitches low, taking the jar from your hand to join his on the ground so he can wrap you up in his arms, properly. “Gonna have to come over a lot more and make sure I’m keeping it alive. Think of all those tiny ocelots depending on you.”

“Isopods,” you correct in a whisper, letting Eddie nuzzle into the crown of your hair, warm and smelling faintly of your bergamot shampoo. “And it only needs to be watered like, once a month, but I’ll come over way more than that.”

“You better.” Eddie puts on his best threatening tone. “I get crazier every hour we’re apart. Swear.”

He feels the curl of your smile against his sternum, and you let him hold you and sway in the afternoon sun. 

[morningstargirl666]

what are your top ten favorite klaroline fics?

Ooooo let me think... in no particular order:

The Lost Prince & The Eternal Queen by @3tinkgemini /3tingemini

Oh this is a beloved favourite. Caroline's a werewolf alpha and Klaus, fresh from breaking his curse, searches her pack out to turn them into hybrids. Instead of forces them to turn, Caroline makes a deal with him, teaching him what it means to be who they are, offering him a place in her pack and if by a certain amount of time her pack want to become hybrids, he may turn as many as he wishes. It's got some great lore and delves nicely into Klaus' werewolf side. I adore it.

The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep / perfectpro

Also an all-time favourite, this fic is beautiful. Caroline isn't turned into a vampire and when Klaus rolls into town, she's still human. That doesn't deter his affections. AND DID I MENTION YOU GET TO SEE HIM IN WOLF FORM? NO? WELL YOU DO AND I AM STILL NOT OVER IT 😭😭😭

Wisteria by @little-miss-sunny-daisy / sunnydaisy

Caroline meets Klaus before he comes to Mystic Falls, without realising he is in fact, The Klaus, The Original Hybrid. A beautiful love story unfolds that leaves you all soft and gooey inside.

The Howling by @bellemorte180 / BelleMorte180

I LOVE the idea of this two-shot. It's a werewolf mate au - wherein both Klaus and Caroline are werewolves. There's also ✨Damon murder✨ Need I say more?

From The Eastern Mountains by @cupcakemolotov / Cupcakemolotov

Read this not too long ago actually and kicked myself for not finding it sooner. In between grieving her mother, travelling and finding her own place in the world, Caroline keeps bumping into Klaus. The scene at the market haS changed me on a fundamental level, i even don't know why that scene's the most vivid for me but it is. There's just something so mundane about it. AND HELL YES WE GET KLAUS IN WOLF FORM!!! Go forth and read.

Their Nightly Ritual by bellamywinchester

A fic from my ffnet days, this has got to be a contender for my favourite kc fic of all time. Again, there's just something so mundane about it, even with all the supernatural shenanigans - I guess I have a type? I NEED THE DOMESTICITY OKAY? Caroline and Klaus exchange phone calls while she's in college, diverging from season 5 canon.

Blood and A Quick Murder (and isn't that how it always is?) by @ks-caster / KS_Caster

A beautiful character study on how Caroline will always come first in Klaus' books. It explores a really unique idea I've never seen before, and if you like this one-shot you should definitely check out ks-caster's Red Queen series too, which diverges from canon at season 4.

Till I Tasted You by @kirythestitchwitch / KiryTheStitchWitch

GOD this fic is a favourite because never have I ever been ruined so severely by one line of dialogue: “As if I could be jealous of a boy who has no concept of what it is like to touch the sun and then spend a millennium looking for daylight in every strangers’ face.” YOU SEE??? HOW WILL I FIND LOVE NOW THIS IS MY STANDARD???

[muffled screaming]

Wicked Schemes by willowaus

This one is probably on every klaroline rec list, but eh, I don't care. It's a good classic. I love that its set in New Orleans and Caroline gets her own powers. It also has Klaus in wolf form and any fic that has that instantly earns my seal of approval, as you should know by now.

the fate makes for a lousy poet by @stars-and-darkness / for_darkness_shows_the_stars

I binged this in a morning and after I finished it I was left shell shocked, in that high state after a fic has completely changed you on a spiritual level where you don't know how to move on with your life. I just remember lying atop my bed and staring at the ceiling like??? What do I do now??? What was I doing before I read this??? Fuck if I know. It's an amazing fic, canon divergent from season 3, a tattoo soulmate au with brilliant appearances from Kol, Elijah and Rebekah as well. And hey, in my shell shock after reading it I left an essay-length comment on the fic and now I'm best mates with the author. Our tastes literally align so perfectly it's like we share the same brain cell, so I could probably make a top ten klaroline fic list out of Ella's fics alone - every fic of hers takes all my hopes and dreams and weaves them into art. So check her stuff out, and not just the popular ones either (she's also got an amnesia au in the works which has me FERAL so come help me pester her to finish it)

[jobean12-blog]

Motorcycle Man

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker!Joel AU)

Warning: 2,062

Summary: You and Joel finally find the time to get away to the beach. 

Author’s Note: Here he is again! I love him so much and after last nights Met Gala I’m just losing my mind. Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: it’s soft and sweet and fluffy and lots of fun and flirty! 

The below edit is NOT MINE: it was graciously done by my love Ellie @mrsmischief209 and it’s so beautiful and perfect and I love it and thank you so much!!!💕💕 He’s a dream! 😍

Joel Miller Masterlist

“Hey darlin,’ hand me that socket wrench will ya please?”

“Darlin’.”

You don’t hear a word he’s saying, your eyes locked on the large hand he’s holding out for the wrench, strong with long fingers and big knuckles and veins popping across the top.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Huh?” you answer, blinking. “Oh yeah, sorry. What did you want?”

He stands from his kneeling position by his bike and studies you with narrowed eyes.

“I wanted you to pass me the socket wrench sweetheart.”

“What’s that again?”

Joel frowns before grabbing the wrench and holding it up.

“This one. You know what it is. You knew it perfectly after the last time I showed you.”

“Oh right! Of course,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand.

At his continued frowning you blurt out, “I was staring at your hands.”

His lips part in surprise. “What?”

“I was distracted…that’s why I didn’t pass the wrench. I noticed you have hands.”

“Darlin’” he murmurs as he steps into your space and amusement dances in his eyes.

“You’re right about that. I do have hands.”

He lifts his hands in front of his body and wiggles his fingers playfully.

“Joel,” you huff with a roll of your eyes. “I mean you have nice hands. I love your hands. In fact…they’re one of my favorite things about you.”

“I have nice hands,” he repeats, backing you toward his bike with a sexy smirk.

You hit the seat with a start before grabbing the leather.

“Thought my sunny disposition would have been your favorite thing about me,” he states, clearly holding back a full-on grin.

“You’re a total grump,” you say quietly, eyes falling to his lips, “but not with me.”  

You stare at his mouth then let your eyes wander over his beard, the small patches of gray hair causing you to drag your bottom lip over your teeth.

“What is it now darlin’?” he asks, his voice low.

“Nothing…just that…” you begin but trail off when he lifts you by the waist to sit on his bike.

“Go on,” he prods.

“I love your beard too.”

“I do have one of those.”

“Joel…don’t tease me.”

“But I love teasin’ ya darling. It makes you smile. I love when you smile.”

“You’re supposed to be fixing your bike so we can leave for our trip,” you tell him.

You push on his chest but he doesn’t stop his advance and once he’s settled between your spread legs he smooths his hands along your curves and slips his fingers under your shirt to feel your skin.

“We aren’t on a schedule,” he murmurs before his lips press to your throat.

Your fingers curl into his tee shirt and you crane your neck back.

“But if we don’t fix it soon we’ll miss time at the beach and…” you breathe out.

His thumb slides across your jaw to pull your bottom lip free from your teeth and he brushes his lips to yours.

“Still plenty of time for you to enjoy my hands,” he whispers against your mouth, “and my beard.”

Carrying only your beach bag you head down the sand, Joel behind you with everything else.

“I can help,” you say as you turn to look at him.

“I’m good sunshine. Just keep walking, I’m enjoying the view.”

You roll your eyes playfully but do as he asks while adding a little extra sway to each step.

The beach is fairly busy, blankets and umbrellas dotted along the stretch of golden sand, but you find a small spot not close to anyone and drop your bag.

Joel steps next to you and unceremoniously drops everything else onto the sand then grabs your ass. You squeal and swat his hand away but he grabs you around the waist and drags you into his chest for a kiss.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Couldn’t help it.”

Once your chairs and the umbrella are set up you sit and let out a contented sigh, looking out over the blue-green ocean under a cloudless sky, the soft sand sparkling white-gold and the gentle waves kissing the shore.

A large hand closes around yours and a calloused thumb grazes your knuckles.

“It’s so beautiful,” you muse, turning your eyes to him.

He smiles knowingly and brings your hand to his lips. You sit in comfortable silence for some time before he asks, “want to go for a walk?”

“I’d love that.”

You grab your bag and search for your sunblock, wanting to cover up before you go and when you look back at Joel, he’s shirtless.

“You need sunblock,” you say, eyeing him.

“So do you,” he responds, his eyes glittering even behind his sunglasses.

You move behind him, his broad back stretched before you, smooth tan skin over toned muscle and one tattoo on his right shoulder and another lower on the left side.

After warming the sunblock in your hands you press your palms to his strong back and smooth the lotion over his skin. When you slide your hands up to his shoulders you being to knead your fingers and thumbs into his tight muscle.

He grunts. “Fuck darlin,’ feels good.”

You push harder, working out the knots.

His sound of deep pleasure makes you smirk and you continue to massage him. You lean closer, pressing your breasts to his back.

“You’re asking for trouble sunshine,” he warns, turning his head to meet yours for a kiss.

You pull away but only so you can throw him a wink before finishing his sunblock. You take your time and pleasure in doing his arms and chest even though he can do them himself and when it’s your turn his grin turns wicked.

Just as he rubs his hands together, covered in lotion, you hear a shrill female voice and it jolts you from your moment. You glance in front of you and see a woman you don’t know, walking toward you.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” she answers, glancing at you dismissively before turning her full attention to Joel.

“Do you think I could borrow your sunblock?” she asks with a saccharine tone.

You glare at her in disbelief but your eyes slide to Joel to see his reaction.

His lips twitch and you know he’s fighting to suppress a laugh.

“Darlin’?” he asks, turning to you. “Do we have enough to spare?”

“We should,” you answer, turning to the woman. “I can bring it over as soon as we’re done.”

“Oh,” she says, finally turning back to you. “I didn’t realize you two were together.”

You guffaw under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest defensively then notice that Joel’s grin is wider now.

Ignoring her disregarding attitude you smile brightly. “I’ll bring it over as soon as my husband is done.”

Joel nearly chokes on his laughter but quickly covers it up with a clearing of his throat.

The woman throws you a strained smile and mumbles out a “thanks” before walking back to her blanket and her friend who has been watching the scene unfold.

Silence reins between you until she’s out of ear shot and then Joel bursts out laughing.

“Oh my god!” you seethe quietly.

Joel tries to cover his increasing chuckles.

“Oh…” you mimic in a cringy voice, “I didn’t realize you two were together…”

Your hands drop to your sides. “Is she fucking kidding me!”

Joel’s expression softens. “You called me your husband.”

“Well,” you start, suddenly feeling nervous. “I just needed to stake my claim. I don’t want her thinking she can come over here and steal you from me! A woman sees a hot man with tattoos and jewelry and well…”

Joel moves behind you and presses his large hands to your back, lining his body up with yours as close as he can while still being able to rub the sunblock on you.

His lips meet the shell of your ear as he caresses your skin.

“Darlin,’ there’s no woman on this planet that could take me away from you and I promise you that. I’m yours and if you want me forever, I’d gladly take that too.”

You shiver despite the warm sun and whisper his name, at a loss for more than that.

He makes sure to cover every inch of your exposed skin, paying close attention to the areas around your ass and chest not covered by your suit, claiming he doesn’t want you to get a burn…anywhere.

“Guess I have to go deliver this to your girlfriend,” you tease, holding up the bottle of sunblock.

“Want me to do it?” he asks.

“NO!” you say adamantly, then add more quietly, “I don’t want her getting another eye full. If she’s gonna look she can look from afar!”

You can still hear Joel’s laughter as you walk away and toward the woman and her friend, two pairs of lips pressed into a thin line as you approach.

“Here you go,” you say cheerily. “No need to return the bottle. My husband said he has another bottle on his bike.”

“The motorcycle parked up there is his?” the friend asks as she leans forward.

“Yep,” you say, popping the p before waving and turning on your heel to walk back to Joel.

Joel watches you the whole time and the moment you’re in reach he grabs you and wraps you in his arms.

“All good?” he asks as he runs his nose along the curve of your shoulder.

“Yes,” you gasp. “But when I told them you had extra sunblock on the bike I thought they were gonna lose it.”

You pull back to look him the eyes, using a sensual and breathy tone when mocking, “the motorcycle parked up there is his?”

You then proceed to swoon in his arms, laying over them and fanning yourself.

“Mm women love the bike,” he snickers.

“Yeah well…,” you pout.

“No one else is getting a ride but you,” he says softly but assuredly.

One of his hands slides down your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine until they settle just above your ass.

“Are you trying to put on a show?” you giggle.

“Nah, just can’t keep my hands off you.”

You give him one more kiss before taking his hand and pulling him down toward the water. The wind is salty and warm but the water is cool at your feet as they sink into the wet sand.

In the middle of your conversation a gust of wind picks up the hat from your head and whips it off, sending it rolling down the beach.

“Shit,” you mutter before taking off after it.

It continues to bounce down the sand toward a guy running on the beach. He sees it and grabs it before it flies into the water.

“Thanks,” you call then you slow down as you get closer.

He’s young and handsome and shirtless.

“Good thing I was running this way,” he says, barely out of breath.

You take your hat from him and he grins.

“Yes, thank you,” you say again.

“Just visiting?” he asks.

“Actually yes, I’m on a little getaway with…”

You don’t finish the sentence because Joel rushes up behind you and says, “her husband,” in a deep and possessive voice.

“Ah, I see,” the guy says with a smirk. “Well, you two enjoy your time and keep hold of that hat. I’m not running back this way.”

With a playful wink he waves goodbye and jogs off.

“What was that?” Joel asks, hands on his hips.

“That was the guy who grabbed my hat before it flew into the ocean,” you state nonchalantly.

“Uh huh,” Joel grumbles. “He also couldn’t stop his eyes from looking over every inch of you.”

“Oh you mean like your girlfriend back there,” you counter, trying not to laugh. “Jealous…husband?”

“I’m really lovin’ the sound of that,” he growls.

“Of course you do,” you tell him, lowering your lashes.

“I know what I’ve got and I know other men want it,” he says as he reaches out to pull you into him.

His hands move down your waist, tracing the curve of your hip before pulling you deeper against him, his body hard and warm. Bending his head toward you, his lips a whisper from yours, he murmurs, “but you belong to me.”

@sstan-hoe @laineyreads @beccablogsthings @justkinsey @lorilane33 @blackwidownat2814​ @pedritosdarling​

[the-kr8tor]

Hello!! I’ve been enjoying all your works so far, love the way you portray hobie 🥺❤️

Hope you don’t mind me adding to your requests but can you write something or hobie’s s/o (gender neutral pls) gifting hobie handcrafted items with flowers from different universes?

Just made a bunch of pressed flower stickers and they’re really pretty 🥹

Hi hun! Thank you so much, you're too sweet 🥹 I'm not very familiar with handcrafted items, I hope you like this one!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: established relationship, no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF, lovestruck Hobie.

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Hobie finds a long-stemmed bright sunflower carefully placed on the doorstep of his dorm inside the spider society's Headquarters.

Hobie, tired from his last mission, bends down, his aching muscles immediately protesting; but he continues on, gingerly grabbing the stem of the flower. He twirls it around his fingers, admiring the petals, Hobie notices whenever the bright florescent light hits its petals, an iridescent sheen shines slightly turning the sunny yellow into a vibrant orange with a hint of red.

He immediately knows where the flower came from, the familiar shine of the flower fits with Earth- 2149. Hobie smiles tiredly, knowing this is your way of telling him you missed him, thanks to all the constant missions assigned to the both of you, couple it up with your regular spidey responsibilities, you haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks.

But for Hobie, it seems like it's been months without you, He misses you, a lot. Hobie searches for a note, but finds none, guess you were in a hurry.

You keep missing each other too, when he finally has the free time to hang out, Dock Ock attacks your city. When you finally have a little time off in between missions (enough time to rest and recharge with Hobie, but still not enough for your taste) Hobie's bracelet rings out, Miguel's booming voice sounds out asking for backup, you're left standing in the middle of spider society's hallway; the warmth left by Hobie's quick hug, makes you miss him more.

He sighs, punching in the code to his room.

If not for the flowers you've been leaving him these past few days, he wouldn't be able to survive another day without your embrace. Thanks to your little reminders, Hobie finds the strength to go another day without you.

The door slides open, his eyes strain at the darkness of the room, Hobie takes off his suit, piece by piece. He hisses when he accidentally hits his injured shoulder on the wall. Turning on the lights, he's greeted with various flowers you've left him these past few days. His room is littered with makeshift vases adorned with shimmering flowers of various shapes and shades.

He smiles when a slight breeze enters his open window, the sweet smell of the flowers wafting his senses, for a second he thinks you're with him.

Hobie has a forlorn look in his eyes, he walks towards a drinking glass turned vase, fingers rub over the tulip's petals. He remembers when this one first arrived, tucked neatly inside his vest, a little note strapped to its stem– be careful, love you. Your handwriting is unmistakable, you even added in a cartoon drawing of you, blowing him a kiss.

He reluctantly moves away from its petals, Hobie drags his feet, walking towards his waiting bed, he roams his droopy eyes over the flowers, remembering when and where he got them.

A pink carnation that seemed like it's painted with water colors, you lovingly left this one on his pillow one morning, with a crude drawing of Miguel angrily yelling, for the multiverse!

A multi-colored peony you pinned on his vest before you left. Your note reads: Don't forget to hydrate! Tea doesn't count, babe.

A crown made from black and white daisies, placed on top of his favourite book, a little drawing of you both wearing flower crowns and smiling is taped to the sides.

An unusual looking orchid you practically tossed at him before running towards a portal, thanks to his spidey senses, he saved it from getting mangled by running feet. The note dangling from its stem, missed you, wanna kiss you.

And so much more that he's too tired to remember. Hobie internally curses at his sleepy brain.

He lands on top of his bed with a thump. Falling asleep almost immediately.

Hobie gets woken up by a presence slowly untying his boots. He cranes his neck down, chin meeting the top of his chest.

"What?" He asks, groggily, voice heavy in his throat.

You snap your head up, looking straight at his tired eyes. "Shit, I woke you up, didn't mean to, 'm sorry" you hissed out, fingers pausing on his shoe laces.

Hobie blinks, twice, is he still dreaming? He blinks again, but when your familiar form doesn't disappear from his view, his heart soars.

"Sorry, Hobie, but you still had your boots on, and–"

He reaches out to you, "Come 'ere, lovey"

You crawl on top of him without question, laying your full weight on him. You try to move to his side, just in case you're crushing him, but he stops you with a strong arm over your back.

You rest your chin on his chest, tired eyes mirroring Hobie's. "You missed me?" You tease him despite your exhaustion.

Hobie rubs gently over the eyebags forming under your eyes, you sigh into his touch "when'd you last sleep?"

"Does blinking count?" You fight a yawn. "Miguel should start paying us more, saving the multiverse isn't enough anymore"

Hobie chuckles, your head bobs up and down, earning a lopsided grin from you. God, you missed his laugh.

His knuckles massage your back, sliding over the spandex of your suit "Too tired to change?"

"Mmhm, why? Do I smell?" You sniff at your shoulder.

Hobie lifts you up by the armpits so your head slots perfectly on the crook of his neck, you fit right in like a missing puzzle piece.

"No," he hugs you tighter, both arms securing you right on top of him, Hobie loudly sniffs at you "nah, actually" he sniffs at you again, "yeah, you do" Hobie grins.

You gasp out, clutching at your chest, faking that you're offended by his comment. "Maybe I should shower then" you try to move away, but Hobie curls his arms tighter around your torso, locking you in.

You giggle at his antics.

He buries his face on your head, "you smell like the flowers you gave me" Hobie's voice is soft, if it weren't for your enhanced hearing, you wouldn't have heard him.

"You liked them?" you'd tease him for his comment later, but right now, you both needed to rest.

"Mmhm" he pecks your scalp "especially the drawings" Hobie says in between kisses.

"Good, because I have another one." You procure a pressed red rose from your back pocket. He wonders which universe this one came from.

"I'll add it to my collection then" Hobie admires the pressed flower thoroughly, this one seemed different from the rest, more loved. He concludes that it's from your own dimension.

Your eyes close, finally succumbing to fatigue.

"Missed you" he answers your previous question, you heard him before you could fall asleep, smiling as you cuddle Hobie.

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[galvanizedfriend]

what are your top ten favorite klaroline fics?

Hello, nonnie! I see your asks have made the rounds. Really nice to see lots of rec lists circulating!

I had to give this a thought. It's very hard to come up with just 10. I could easily do a part II. 😂 But without further ado, and in no particular order, 10 of my favorite KC fics:

. The Parisian Deal by Borzoi

I honestly vary between The Parisian Deal and Paradise Lost as my favorite Borzoi fics. It depends. I think I'm in my Parisian Deal era, though. I've recced this a few times over the last few months, whenever someone's asked me for my favorites or humanity-less Caroline fics. For me, this is the best one that comes to mind. Borzoi's fics are all brilliant. I love their writing style to bits. It reads like a novel, it draws in and it grips you by the throat until the very end. This one features Klaus being called to the rescue by a desperate Salvatore clan when Caroline turns off her humanity and fucks off to Europe. Unlike her friends, Klaus doesn't threaten her, doesn't try to force her to feel; instead, he offers her a deal. And it's perfect. I love this story with my whole heart, I can't even tell you.

. In the Backseat by Lila2

After leaving Hayley as a wolf in the Bayou and earning the hatred of his entire family, Klaus shows up with baby Hope on Caroline's doorstop. He has no idea what to do with a baby, is too proud to apologize and is in desperate search of some validation, which invariably leads her back to her (just like in 5x11). Caroline is torn between being mad at him for having a baby with freaking Hayley, and also the fact that she loves kids and there's a part of her that resents him precisely because he gets to have them, when she never will. In her own way, Caroline puts him in his place and convinces him to make amends and go home, take Hope back to her mother - but only if she comes with him on the road trip. And boy, is it worth it. 🥰 It's a fic that has the baby as a catalyst for everything, at the center of everyone's woes in different ways, but it's not about the baby, in case you're a baby fic hater. And the writing is just chef's kiss.

. the birth and death of the day by @little-miss-sunny-daisy

For a good while there, this fic was my entire fandom personality. Whenever anyone gave me a second of their time, I'd preach about the birth and death of the day. I was obsessed. Kelly is a brilliant writer, so, so, so talented. I am not kidding when I saw I wish I could write like her. And the greatest proof of that is how this fic was everything to me, in spite of not being at all my cup of tea on the tin. I don't like Supernatural, I never watched more than two episodes, and the Klaroline bit here kind of takes on a secondary role to the end of the of the world. But it's such an intense and brilliant character study on Caroline that it had my whole heart from the start. Her relationship with her BROTHERS Dean and Sam is so heartfelt, and it exposes so much of who Caroline really is as a character. The plot is INSANE and AMAZING and HUGE and it's so incredible how it ties in so seamlessly with the Mystic Falls shenanigans. And then there is Klaus! When I saw secondary, I don't mean irrelevant. I just mean there's more to the story than just their relationship. But it is still brilliantly developed. Honestly, just writing about it brings me back memories. I love it so much.

. Quiet Light by @definedareasofuncertainty

I am biased when it comes to Luiza's fics because I'm a fangirl and I have been one since day one, before we even became friends. But in the years (years 🥲 we have been here so long, friend) we have known each other, her writing has only gotten better and better. It's atmospheric and understated and it has this mindfulness about it that I can't really explain. It really feels like being in the characters' stream of thinking, you get instantly pulled into it. It evokes emotions without it ever having to be minutely described, and I think that's such an incredible talent. I wish I could write like this! And Quite Light not only brings all of those things forward, but it also brings COMPLEXITIES and MORAL QUARRELLS and it was also WRITTEN FOR ME. 😌✨ Luiza thought she was getting revenge on me by torturing Elijah, but LITTLE DID SHE KNOW I actually loved it. I went into this thinking it would be just a rom-com style story (which I love), but it's so much more. By the end I was crying real tears. 🥲 It becomes such a beautiful story about the relationship between Klaus and Elijah. Honestly brilliant.

. light years by @definedareasofuncertainty

Honestly, this fic has a very specific target audience, and that target audience is ME. I'm not even exaggerating; this is one my favorite pieces of fic ever written in the KC fandom. The way a Klarolijah fic speaks to me can be so personal. 🥺 I love the Klarolijah dynamic. I really do. But it takes a very specific balance for me to feel it. It can very easily go from me loving it, to me wanting to throttle someone. And this! THIS!! This is absolutely it. 🥲 And it's just about my favorite thing ever. This is actually three mini drabbles combined into one. Each of them is written through a different POV - Klaus', Elijah's and Caroline's. And the combination of all three, the way they tell the same story through different eyes, is just !!!!!!!!! Honestly, I don't have words. This has ✨Yokan my beloved✨ written all over it and I feel it very much. Luiza has a ridiculous talent for writing things on the spot. She got prompted to write an Elijah piece, and then a Caroline piece, and then a Klaus one, and she wrote them all in like 30 minutes on one of her mini drabbles challenge, and OH MY FUCKING GOD. I hate her for how good she is. 😭 (I don't, I love her, but I also v much envy her talent).

. this is a harvest by @highgaarden

I spent a solid few minutes here thinking about which of Hannah's fics I wanted to list, because she has this huge catalogue and I've basically read all of them and have gushed over almost every single one over the years. But even though there are others that could easily be in my top 10, I always end of going back to This is a Harvest. I remember when I first read it, I closed the tab at the end and was just… Done. Not in a 'I can't stand this story/ship/fandom anymore', but in a 'this is the fic to end all fics' kind of way. And it's not so much about the style or the writing, which are both stunning, but the way the story is told. It's a canon divergence that spans over years and I felt it in my heart that this was where the story could've gone. The choices they could've made. The way Caroline's story could and should have ended. And I was satisfied. I started writing and reading KC fanfiction after TO was over because I was so indignant about the way the show ended, so unhappy that I needed to give it my own spin, and read other folks doing the same, and when I read this story I felt like I had achieved that. This is it, I can put this to rest.

Obviously, I was way too deep by then that I couldn't really abandon the fandom (even though, just between us here, I kind of wish I could), but for a whole week or two, I was at peace. This fic gave me peace. That's it.

. Into the Woods by @jinxedwood

"But Yokan, how would you like to see Klaus' part in Legacies play out?" Like this. Exactly like this. This story accepts the finale we were dealt in The Originals, and then makes something absolutely amazing with it. I love the premise, I love the mythology involved, I love how unique this take is, and I love how even though it's poignant and bittersweet, it still packs up everything about Kc that made me love this ship so much. Caroline has been in Europe for years trying to find a way to help her daughters with their Gemini situation, and then she ends up stumbling across something else entirely. While she thought the thing she most wanted to see on a brief stint on the Other Side would be Gemini witches, her heart betrays her by taking her to who she really misses the most.

. it takes a while to settle down by theviolonist

This story is so old school it was written before Steroline. It's about Tyler. But we all know who Caroline ends up marrying, so in my heart, this is really what happens before Caroline marries Stefan. And honestly, it works just as well. This story is a punch to your stomach, but it is PERFECTION in 8k words. It's hot, it's bittersweet, it's SO in character. Caroline's denial, telling herself that Klaus is there to see her because he still ones revenge on Tyler, when it becomes very obvious, very fast, as it always does on the show, that it's never about Tyler, it's all about her. UGH. Honestly, brilliant. (third fic on this list with a The National reference on the title, I SENSE A PATTERN).

. As One Wishes to Live by @lalainajanes

I had never in my life read a genie!AU, and simply could not wrap my mind around anything of the sort that wouldn't be extreme crack!fic. Imagine my surprise upon reading this story. It's bittersweet in the best possible way. At the same time it's endearing and adorable (and so very IC) to watch Caroline fumbling for a fair and non-insane way to handle Klaus, the genie Katherine accidentally gifted her with (and who just happens to look incredibly alluring), it's so very poignant to read Klaus' POV. He's Klaus in the way that he's suspicious and dismissive and kind of snobbish, really, but he's resigned to his fate. This is a Klaus who has been broken by years of enslavement as this prop who's there exclusively to serve others. Every time he mentions one of his past masters, you just get that stab - and so does Caroline. Laine is one of the most prolific and talented KC writers ever, and I have read and enjoyed so, so many of her fics, but this definitely has a special place in my heart.

. Psychedelic Kicks by @notalittlebutalottie

This is an ensemble story that has Klaroline at heart, but that gives every other character a moment to shine. And shine they do! Everyone gets their own side stories, and absolutely loved following every single one of them. Lottie made me care for characters I hate in canon, like Katherine and Kol. Even Stefan and Elena had my heart here. This fic is a journey, full of ups and downs, and it has such a satisfying end. It's also incredibly original in its setting and tone, which I think it's one of Lottie's greatest talents. It's very are for historical fics to be set in the 60s, and not only did Lottie choose this very particular time, but she also did such a remarkable job incorporating the decades' aspects into the story. Not just the fashion, and the music, and Woodstocky vibes, but the social and political unrest as well. This is a story with LAYERS, my friends, and it's incredible. I could totally see this being a TV show or a movie tbh. It's that good.

[hyu7eii]

THE WORLD DID NOT EXIST AT NIGHT ― H.HJ

SYNOPSIS. at night, the world was oblivious, the gaiety lulled to silence by the moon. here, you will find your lover again, away from the forces that pull you apart, the unkind eyes that do not understand. it will simply just be the two of you, and you would not care if the morning comes.

PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

GENRE. romeo&juliet-esque!au, forbidden love, historical!au, painter!hyunjin, angst

WARNINGS. toxic parenting, family abandonment (hyunjin), description of blood and wound (non-detailed and mentioned once), deep-rooted insecurity

WORDCOUNT. 3k words (not proofread at all lmao)

The night was cool–maybe even piercingly so, goosebumps crawling up the expanse of your arm and the back of your neck. The thin cotton of your nightgown does nothing to alleviate the cold; the frills at the end of your sleeve and neckline tickle your skin, perhaps making it worse. But even so, a strange excitement grows in your chest, flushing your skin despite the cold. Your clothed feet grow a little sore from the hard wooden floor, but you didn’t want your shoes disturbing the quiet of the night. No one was supposed to hear you, or know that you are here. 

You were supposed to be at home, asleep in your own quarters, but you wanted to see him. Needed might be more accurate with you walking all the way to his house at the dead of night. 

If you had the choice, you would choose to spend your lonely nights in his home, to live in the walls that even in the cold night, seemed comforting. You always thought that his home lived up to the definition, unlike your own. Perhaps it was Hyunjin’s paintings that made it so lively, lining the walls of his halls where as yours were empty, maybe a few trinkets that your father had bought, but nonetheless, lacking in personality. You dreaded your room; yes, you had your bed, your grandiose vanity, and all the things you could wish for, but it is in his office where he paints that you are, without effort, able to be lulled to sleep. You had fallen asleep once on his divan and woke up to him making a portrait of you. Since then, you have wished that he would paint you again.

With your shoes in hand, you navigate the halls, the lamp on your other hand useless. If you were to close your eyes, you would know your way around his home–the kitchen, his room, the patch of his favorite flowers in his garden. You would know it by his scent, a mix of the dried paint on his hands, the smell of freshly pressed parchment, his musk under a sunny day. But all of these things no longer are individual matters as they all become distinctly his. It's the cerulean blue of his walls that remind you of the sky he painted for your birthday, the daisies his mother planted in his garden that appear in motifs on his handkerchief, and it's the light pinks on his patterned china that remind you of his aggravating lips. Anyone else wouldn’t have given a second thought to these innocuous things, but perhaps it has become habit over time. It was too familiar, too natural to think of him.

You see light seep through under the door to his office, and you wonder if he has rested at all today. “Hyunjin?” You knocked on the door, and a yelp could be heard from behind. He whispers your name, and it’s almost like the quiet night was fooling you, playing with your mind and pretending to be him. It’s been two weeks, and you miss him badly. When he opens the door, you know you weren’t mistaken.

He takes a step towards you, his loose nightshirt following lazily with his movements. “You aren’t supposed to be here,” he mouths, but the way he reaches out his hand to you lets you know he wants you to stay. The sunken skin under his eyes tells you that the nights have not been kind, that it wasn’t just you alone that was growing restless from his absence. He had said that you and him, despite how desperately the both of you wanted each other, was not meant to happen. You wouldn’t have even met him if you didn’t go along with your father’s wish for a portrait. It was simply just a collision of timing, no sort of kismet or will from the universe made you two meet or even weaved your lives together. He was a fool; it was conscious decisions that has led to this, his own foolish and weak mind that gave in to his curiosity, moreso his longing. He had a love for beautiful things, things he found beautiful. He had painted a lot of scenes, places, people, and he’d like to say that all of them were beautiful, he painted them after all. And you who was simply a bystander, like a newly blooming flower between the cracks of stone, or the setting sun when the world falls asleep, or the stars that watch the universe play along its whims, made him want to draw you endlessly. 

He sees you tremble under your nightgown. “You’re cold.” 

“I’ve missed you.”

When he lets you in, you see the framework of his next painting on the canvas, paint tubes clattered on the table beside it. You place your shoes beside his door, and it looked like it belonged there. His jacket that was precariously draped on his chair suddenly finds purchase on your shoulders. “Please cover up, so you don’t freeze to death.” You almost laugh at his effort to be a complete stranger, avoiding your gaze timidly. You knew him too well; he has already imprinted himself in your life, and to reduce his presence to just someone you knew was impossible. You don’t think you could act like the memories you made with him did not amount to anything, that the home he made in your heart can be filled with the next person that comes. No matter what, without him, it will remain empty, abandoned. And it will always remind you that you would always want Hyunjin, and Hyunjin alone.

“It’s extremely late. Your father would worry greatly if he doesn’t find you home,” he clears his throat, hating having to mention your father. He knew your father would never approve of your relationship, that he would never see him as anything other than a silly painter whose family abandoned him for pursuing that of what he loved. His family used to tell him that it would only lead to failure, that he was too idealistic, that he dreamed too much. He didn’t listen, working hard to reject the very idea. But looking at his situation now, he can’t help but find some truth in it. He couldn’t have everything, not when it seemed that the world was against it, that whatever power above refused to let him dream of you. 

“Talk to me, Hyunjin.” You move closer to him, and you’re almost afraid that once you start to reach out, he will hide again. To your surprise, he doesn’t move an inch. “I walked all the way here.”

He gives you an incredulous look, praying that you were joking with him. “You didn’t take a carriage? When you nod, he speaks to you genuinely, holding your shoulders for some sense of groundedness. “It’s the middle of the cold dead night!” he tells you. “Never do this again, not for my sake.”

It’s like no time has passed, the way he touches you. It wasn’t that you felt metaphorical sparks coursing through your body every time he touched you, or in some distant plain, stars exploded whenever he did. It was just him, and that’s all you could ask for.

“I can’t take you home now, but I promise to have a carriage for you first thing in the morning,” he sighs, letting go of you. “I’ll prepare the guest room for you.”

Your father had sent a letter to the Kim Family. My stay at your residence at Westfield has been most hospitable and welcoming. How warm the people were and the sun that sets behind the treelines. I have met your son, Seungmin; he has done his best to accommodate me and I very much appreciate it. He is a charming fellow, a smile befitting of a man that was gonna change the world! I expected nothing less of your family. My daughter and I will be traveling for the summer, and it so happens that we would be passing your home during this journey. If it is not imposing, we would like to rest in your residence before we go back on our feet again. I am very sure my daughter and your son would get along great.

He sometimes wonders if he hadn’t been so headstrong, if he had listened to his family, if he had worked himself to death in lifeless and devoid cycles, would he be able to carelessly hold and want you without shame. You had said that if his parents were to look at his paintings now, they would never be able to recognize it was his. If they did, they would despise it. It will always be a reminder that they hold nothing over him, that whatever hope they had praying that he’d keep silent, that he’d relent and realize he was completely impractical was utterly futile. If they would look unknowingly at his painting, they’d just be seeing another painting. They wouldn’t see the individual strokes he made, the colors he picked so carefully, or the soul he enshrines in every piece of work. 

They don’t know you like I do.

If they were right, then it was simply too late. Too late for him and you. His hands that urged him to draw you, to rhapsodize you in every expression, in every color, were sinners. His eyes that gravitate towards you, the ones that can only stare at you hopelessly, witnessing and revering you, were of the same. If his family was right, the arbiter of the universe would look at him in shame; he has no place to desire, to dream, for he was not subjected to you, nor you to him. He had made the mistake of unguarding his heart to you, to let you touch and feel every beat that pumped his blood. And you who delicately held him will bleed with him, suffering from the consequences of letting you dream with him. 

You pull his jacket tighter around you. It was like the night didn't exist. The world didn’t to you. “Hyunjin, please talk to me,” you say, but you almost couldn’t hear your voice. “He didn’t touch me. Nothing happened between me and Seungmin, I swear–” 

He scoffs, full of bitterness and forlorn longing. “It is unimportant what you did or didn’t do. I simply can’t be with you.” 

You can’t help yourself; Your hands instinctively reach for his face, holding onto him in fear of him leaving you, disappearing with the world without you. Your fingers were cold, everything seemed so cold. His jacket smelled just like him, like silent candles burning in the night, like boundless reveries and stars.

It is slow when his fingers wrap around your hand on his cheek–hesitant. His fingers were cold too. You can hear the lullabies of the cicadas, the fireflies, the creatures home to the grass, and somehow, his eyes speak much louder. “You didn’t hurt me; you could do nothing wrong to me, so don’t think of this as resentment, or apathy.”

“Then why?” you whisper. You don’t think you can trust your voice, scared you would fail to plead, to beg for ground. You were falling, lost in all-consuming loneliness. You were alone. At night, you were terrified, of the thoughts that plagued you, sleepless nights where you had nothing but your mind to listen to. When you did sleep, you dreamed of his paints, his shoes. They were littered in your room, a canvas waiting to be finished right at the foot of your bed, but you couldn’t see what it was that he was painting. Sometimes those dreams don’t last very long; they would turn to scenes of you looking at his paintings with a wound to your chest. You would have no clothes on, blood dripping down languidly to your chest, squeezing and squeezing. The air would leave you and you would wake up once more.

You felt like a child again–nothing but uncertainty and fear in your mind. 

“Did my father say something to you? He’s a fool; he knows nothing.”

“Darling, don’t say that.” You feel his fingers grip tighter. He doesn't know how to tell you, how everything was his fault, how if he didn’t exist in your life you would’ve lived in complete peace. He loved beautiful things, but they were never destined to be his–not the sun that hid behind the sea at night, or the birdsongs he loved to hear in the morning, not you who so effortlessly pulled everything of which surrounds you. You were a force of your own, and you didn't need him. 

It was instinct for him to replicate beautiful things, so in his own way, he had something he could hold, something he could call his own. But what he had for you was too real, too palpable that he longed for your complete being. It wasn’t enough that he could just spectate, watching you occasionally slip in his sight. It was like when waves desperately reached for the shore, time and time again clawing at the sand, or when the birds soared till they could rest in the clouds. He needed to reach you, to touch you, to love every inch of being. Behind closed doors, he knew you and you knew him. You were familiarity, security, and the embodiment of dreams, but he was nothing. He could not be what you deserve in this lifetime, and this reality no longer can leave his mind. They said to not fly too close to the sun, but Hyunjin flew high with reckless abandon, with love and with hope. And he’ll fall into the endless sea, damning whatever punishment he would face. 

He didn’t want you to drown, not because of him. 

“Tell me, how was your visit with the Kims?” He can feel his chest slow painfully, his hand that was once  holding yours now limp on his side, every intake of breath almost difficult. He hates himself for this, his body rejecting him, but he does not know any better.

You want to cry and tell him that he’s hurting you, that beyond those words, you still love him. You let go of him, and you wish he would chase your touch again, like those goodbyes where the both of you had to will yourselves to leave each other’s sides. You want him to come back to you, to wake up and still have him beside you. You want him to paint you once again.

“Have I not told you I loved you?”

You fell in love with him the night you stayed in his office. And the times before that and after. It is irrelevant to you when it happened, if you realized it too late or too early. “If you wish so desperately for me to stay by Seungmin then tell me so. Berate me for coming here at all.”

“If you wish to not be with me, then I will return home. I will no longer bother you further if you wish for me to leave. You no longer have to worry about my presence. I will understand.”

Tell me you're relieved I'm here with you, that you missed me, that we would find salvation together. 

You can’t move your body, but the words flow uncontrollably from your mouth. “But if you do so, you have to resent me–loathe me, because I would not be able to bear it if I leave and you would be alone again. You have to tell me that I am your bane, that I am your unhappiness. I will hold no anger if this is the truth.”

He had once shown his collection of paintings to you, the ones he had made to quench the boredom of the day, ones he would keep personally in his heart–crows he would find nesting on the willow tree in his garden, the breakfast he ate that morning, the children that would play merrily in the fields. He had shown you paintings of you, and he had told you truthfully that it was difficult to paint you. He couldn’t replicate you; it was simply not the same. Your eyes were more expressive, your face kinder, completely different from the harsh lines of his strokes. He told you he couldn’t do you justice, and he didn’t believe you when you said you looked the most beautiful when he painted you. How couldn’t it be when the artist himself had nothing but adoration and affection to give his subjects. Hyunjin had nothing but love to give. When you look at his paintings, you see much more of him than the subjects themselves. He couldn’t hide himself even if he tried to; he couldn’t hide himself from you.

“I cannot lie to you. You know you are none of that to me.”

“Then do not torment yourself,” you breathe out. You grow even closer to him, your hands instinctively touching him–his chest, his shoulders, his neck. His breath is warm, and you can feel it on your nose. Your eyes look thoughtfully at him, his face and the moles that litter it, the scars you would love to learn, his eyes. “If you love me, then that is all I need.”

You were practically embracing him, leaning into his warmth that quelled the numbing cold of the night. Your chest almost bursts when he doesn’t reject your touch, letting you hold him delicately with the stars above as your witness. He doesn’t have to say anything, no words needed to tell you that his home is yours, and you will always return to it–to him. If your father wished Hyunjin would simply concede to distance himself from you, if his family wished nothing good upon him, if the universe is at its wits end separating you from him, you will damn them all. 

Tonight, you will love him shamelessly, and the world would not exist.

[a-libra-writes]

Do you have any more headcanons for our darling Rocky? Romantic, general or whatever. I think that whenever he sees his s/o he has stars in his eyes and that he loves boasting about them to all of Lackadaisy (much to their annoyance; Victor is that close from throwing him out the window).

Who is your favourite character btw?

This is kind of a part 3 to my previous Rocky Romantic HCs, with these focusing more on domestic living together and family stuff! Femme and masc options included.

When Rocky starts living with you, it's an adjustment. He hasn't had a permanent home-home in nearly 10 years. There's so many things he forgot about, and things he missed dearly but tried very hard not to dwell on. And he gets to see so many new things about you - you'll catch him staring more than once as you go about your routines, from shuffling through the morning to winding down in the evening. All the things you keep on your shelves, everything smelling like you, noting all your interesting habits! It's your private world he's been invited into and he's a little obsessed. The place wouldn't need to be anything fancy, either - even in an apartment, he takes in everything like it's s gift.

(You'll find all sorts of cute notes scattered about where you'll surely find them, even if it's weeks later. Drawings, poems, love notes, song lyrics - all sorts of sweet, sappy things like that. Then there's the BIG obvious ones he leaves right on your nightstand or mirror.)

Rocky wants to be useful, of course, he always does, but his domestic skills are ...well. There's room for improvement. Cleaning and keeping up with himself is one of those things he needs to pay more attention to, and while he wants to help with the cooking, uh. Maybe hold off on that until you're sure he won't get distracted in the middle of boiling water. Also, when he does cook breakfast, there's usually a huge mess left behind ... But it's the thought that counts! He'll figure out pretty much any chore you assign him, anyway. And at this point you know how much Rocky wants to please you.

When he first moved in, there was an initial period where you two slept separately. It was only proper, especially if you're femme, buuut that went out the window within a week or two. Rocky wouldn't be the one to bring it up, but he wouldn't complain a bit if you just let him stay in your bed instead of going back to the couch or guest room. (And I mean, he looks so comfy and he loves snuggling ... are you really gonna kick him out?)

Even if you both fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed, eventually the grey tabby will migrate over to you. The clinginess doesn't stop just because he's asleep! And he either sleeps like the dead, or bolts up at the slightest noise. Most mornings Rocky is up at the near crack of dawn, antsy and ready to get on with whatever idea is rattling around in his head. Snuggling might incline him to sleep in just a little longer - or maybe he'll just soak up the comfy bed, sunny morning and loved one next to him. It's a very quiet and still peace that takes some getting used to.

If you're femme - happy as he is to go on about how wonderful you are to others, he doesn't breathe a word of it to his aunt. He might actually be skinned alive if Nina catches a whiff of him "living in sin".

If you're masc, y'alls domestic life is probably closer to a "bachelor pad" than some suburban bliss, but it's still homey in it's own way. It's far more likely you're both sharing an apartment or row house close to the Little Daisy. Your laundry tends to get mixed up (which Rocky doesn't mind at all, even if you're much bigger than him), there's lots of late-night attempte to cook on the terrifyingly worn out gas stove and opening the window at night to let in a cool breeze and the sounds of the city. Other tenants don't may you two any mind, assuming you're family or two workers trying to save money by boarding together.

(Bonus points if y'all live in the same apartment block as Zib and his band, as if he doesn't have to deal with the nauseating lovebirds enough)

Being in a safe, stable place with a loved one can stir up some buried memories. You've probably seen Rocky despair dramatically already, but the actual crying is new. He's a noisy cryer, it's difficult for him to hide it. He'd even apologize if it woke you up, but Rocky is surprisingly comfortable with crying on you and being held, though there been a few times where he's initially resisted, feeling like he ought to hide these emotions instead. It's been so long since he had this kind of comfort, but there's still shame when he feels the tears came from out of "nowhere". Oh, there's a lot repressed there ...

And there's the whole ... getting a concussion and nearly dying bit. Initially Rocky is unaware of long-term effects of the concussion, and later willfully ignores them as long as he can. Sudden bright lights and loud noise cause twinges of pain that can snowball into a full blown migraine, something he's never had to deal with. And the first time he banged his head on a doorframe? Bam, flat on his ass. Rocky woke up resting on your lap, your frantic face hovering above him. He was only out for a few seconds but uh, still scary. Something he should be aware of and more careful about because he's sooo good at being careful...

(Small silver lining is you fuss and take care of him during the migraines but Rocky haaaates having to be still in bed. Good luck keeping him there!)

Regardless of gender, there's some potential friction with your family. You adore Rocky and are perfectly happy with him, but well, to your family ... If they're middle or upper class, associating with a destitute musician with bizarre behaviors was not in the plan for you (god forbid anyone finds out about the bootlegging and arson). No matter how well he cleans up, or is on his "best behavior", you could risk getting cut out from the family entirely. Note if you're masc, your relationship could simply be brushed aside as that "friend" of your's they don't approve of. A woman will be judged far more harshly, especially if you and Rocky are living together without being married. You can kiss any inheirtance or family support goodbye.

(Of course, being from a poorer family or not having one at all mitigates much of this drama.)

The fact you're willing to defy your family for him and defend him gets Rocky emotional all over again. It's probably not possible for him to be any more devoted to you, but now feelings of guilt will bubble up. On darker days he'll worry he's ruining someone's family relationships (again) and it'd be best if he just left.

Actually getting married to Rocky would amp that family drama even further, no matter how happy you are about it. It'd probably end up being one of those thrown-together elopements where you're both giddy and a little anxious and driving out to who-knows-where to find a priest who won't ask questions. There's no ring, but - hey, maybe a family heirloom was found. Maybe a friend lends a dress that's almost white, and you repurposed a fancy tablecloth for a veil, and Rocky is wearing a borrowed suit of Freckle's, and the bouquet is flowers you two found alongside the road.

It's slapped together and messy but also exciting and y'all are so happy in spite of everything. Rocky's grinning so much you think his face might get stuck; this isn't something he ever imagined for himself, but now that you're here, he just wants to love and be with you forever. Expect a few years. Maybe a lot. There could even be a little 'reception' at the Lackadaisy, with lots of dancing and music and everyone having to witness how blindlingly sappy you two are (as if they weren't painfully aware).

(Baby & family stuff here!)

So. If you're AFAB, the reality is you and Rocky will have one ... or several ... scares, unless you're very diligent. Look, his pull-out game is shit because he just gets so caught up in the affection and being with you. Hell, that may be what led to the elopement in the first place, spurred on by a healthy dose of Catholic guilt and maaaaybe a family member's shotgun.

Just like the whole 'Finding the Most Wonderful Love of His Life' thing, Rocky didn't think children were anywhere in his future. If any thoughts were given to it, he might assume he'd been a poor parent, because isn't he a screw-up with anything else? What example did Rocky have, anyway - a dad who basically abandoned his family when they needed him most? He does his worrying and anxiety spiralling in private, but it'd be easy for anyone to pick up on it. Of course he thinks you'll do wonderfully, but the chaotic tabby has little hope for himself.

(If you also have no idea what you're doing, congrats! It's utter chaos. And you think anyone at Lackadaisy knows what to do? Also nope! Godspeed!!)

But the thing is, Rocky is quite good with the kitten once they start crawling and exploring. He has the energy level to keep up with them, and he naturally encourages the kiddo to explore and play more. The tot being noisy or fussy or agitated doesn't faze him much; Rocky quickly picks up when they just want attention and playtime or if something is actually upsetting them. I think he'd also sing and play music to soothe them, like his mom used to do when he was restless.

(Also the three of you going out for a picnic or playing in the park and he's just! So happy!! He really had his own tiny family that loves him. He doesn't care if the kitten claws up his back when they're startled or eat grass and immediately vomit or drop their toy into the park fountain. That's his baby!)

Also, at least one (but realistically most) of his kiddos would also have ADHD. Obviously in this time period there's no recognition or diagnosis, but it's easy to notice if his kid has similar 'odd' behaviors and mannerisms. Anywhere from the hyperactivity, to fidgeting and chattering, to sudden focus on things that interest them. I think anytime his child seems to act like him, even if it's considered "misbehavior", he just melts and can't find it in himself to scold them. Rocky would generally be the forgiving, fun and permissive parent, much as his own mother was. He'd also worry about being too absent; normally no one cared when he was gone for days (or weeks ...), but now there's a little one who can't even handle him being gone for an evening. No Rocky you can't strap the kitten to your back and take them everywhere....

Notably if the kitten was neuroatypical in a different way, or disabled - either deaf, or they struggle to walk, etc, Rocky picks up on this quickly. He'd be good about thinking up accommodations or ways for them to get about the world easier, and patient, so very patient. Making up hand signs? Jury rigging a mobility aid? Recognizing when a place might be too overwhelming for the kid? Figuring out exactly which textures are upsetting for them? It may shock people how observant he is about these things - and, given the time period, he could be seen as too "indulgent". Okay he's definitely an overly indulgent parent in other ways, but in this case, Rocky is quite fixated. He's very familiar what it's like being on the outside and disregarded.

He absolutely wants to teach his kiddo music, and likes singing to them and rattling off poetry when it comes to him. The household is full of music and art in general, especially if you're artistically inclined yourself. He'll gather all sorts of unusual books to read to them (even if they're too young for it, his voice is nice to listen to). He's the parent who keeps literally anything his kid makes him and gets happy and emotional all over again when he sees it. He's also the parent who can't deny his kiddo when they've had a bad dream or are afraid of the dark ... so either he falls asleep on the couch with them, or he carries them back to y'all's bedroom.

It goes without saying that Rocky's going to continue his criminal activities. If anything, he's been spurred on even more in order to support you and the kitten, especially if this is after 1929; the kids would be growing up during the worst of the Great Depression. This could either be a point of contention between you and Rocky, if you aren't doubling down on the crime yourself.

(Personally I HC that, if he had a family to provide for, he'd 100% stay involved with crime even after Prohibition and/or the Lackadaisy is gone. What other choices are there?)

Note if you're masc and had a kiddo from a previous relationship, a lot of these HCs still apply! Rocky would still find himself bonding with them and being delighted by how much they seem to care for him. He likes noticing the mannerisms that are just like your's, and how their faces mimic your own expressions. They'd refer to him as "uncle Rocky" but sometimes they'll slip and say "papa". Which totally doesn't make him want to cry or anything.

[humornaut]

Sunny's Smoothie Situation

Hey all! Two posts in one day, wow! This is actually more of a quick follow-up to my post about Sunny and cooking, but I decided to put it as it's own post since it's more related to food in general. Slight Omori Spoilers ahead?

I briefly mentioned it in that post, but there is something interesting going on with the smoothies that you can find within Headspace.

(We're going to not include the Dino Smoothie, as the Dino snacks are kind of in a class of their own and "Dino" isn't a flavor.

So based on the descriptions, something that is immediately obvious is that these are not organized by how much Sunny likes each individual flavor, as if it was, it'd probably have Berry at the bottom, then Banana, followed by Strawberry, then Mango, and finally Melon.

In addition, they aren't organized by healthiness, either, as the Berry Smoothie would be at the top if that were the case.

So how are they organized? Well, they appear to be organized by Basil's preferences.

Basil says in the Birthday Memory:

and then, regarding Bananas:

Obviously, we don't have a full rundown of Basil's fruit preferences, but I think these being the two that are put at the top and bottom is enough to assume that that is the order that Sunny's mind went with here.

However, the fun smoothie facts don't end there. Meet Budgirl:

There are nine of these little fellas all in one area. Off the rip, they take the form of a tulip with it's color changed to match Basil's flower charm. It has a face that resembles a face that Sunny makes several times in the photo album, and it makes a "meowing" sound sometimes when you interact with it. It's the same audio as when Claus or Mewo meow.

More importantly, whenever you interact with the central one, there is a 20% chance that you will receive a Mango, Berry, Melon, or Strawberry Smoothie. This is also the only repeatable and reliable way to get Strawberry Smoothies, as they are the only smoothie that cannot be purchased anywhere, so it's either this or going with the 2% chance you get from fighting Strawberry Short Snakes.

I just think it's a little adorable that this even exists, a pink version of the flower Basil associated with Sunny, which dispenses smoothies excluding Basil's least favorite flavor, and which is the only way to reliably get the smoothie that his most favorite flavor!

As one last aside, Sunny does appear to know that that tofu can be used in the making of smoothies, according to the chef mole...

And what really ties all this together in a real way is that despite never really appearing in the real world, blenders appear often in key areas of Headspace (and even in a version of Sunny's kitchen in Black Space!) The Blender weapon for Hero is one that's easily missed while getting chased by Experiment 667 in Humphrey, and is in the same area as the "Heart String" charm, which makes the wearer happy (like the Daisy and Wedding Ring, no less).

What I'm getting at is Sunny likely used his book about tofu to learn how to make smoothies with or for his best friend Basil. Heck, the ingredients you are collecting for Hero are linked to Basil already, and use tofu sprites!

[stars-and-darkness]

FIC REC FRIDAY!!!

week #29

wisteria by sunnydaisy (@little-miss-sunny-daisy)

One minute, Matt is accusing of her murder; the next, she's in her car and driving until she hits Virginia Beach.

here’s yet another wonderful caroline-meets-klaus-before-she-knows-he’s-klaus au, that I’m so very fond of. Klaus, of course, is his usual smug arsehole self, but my favourite aspect here is how brilliantly caroline’s voice is portrayed. also, there’s matt-bashing, which i’m always down for 😊

[coqxettee]

Coquette Spring

Romanticizing my Spring 🌸

Spring has been so peaceful so far. I spend my mornings reading, doing yoga, journaling in bed and eating a light breakfast whilst looking out my cottage window at the birds and wildlife that come into my garden ♡

Only wearing the sweetest of colors for my cotton candy aura, baby pinks and blue’s that radiate Spring time. Pink gingham, denim shorts, floral dresses, milkmaid dresses and jelly sandals with frilly socks to give into my inner child ♡

Wearing my baby pink, heart shaped sunglasses now the sun is making it’s way here ♡

Coating myself in sugary, vanilla, floral body sprays and perfumes for Spring. Marc Jacob’s Daisy & Miss Dior ♡

Watching cartoons or reading fairytales in the garden, and imagining what life would be like if I was whisked away into the fairy stories I read about ♡

Walking up to the local shop and listen to “Lana del rey” to stock up on lollipops and bubblegum, the perfect sweets for this time of year ♡

Picking out a cute outfit to go to the market. The markets are on every weekend and I love when the sun is shining and I can find a quiet spot under a tree at the market, to read or write in my diary ♡

Baking heart shaped cookies, or cakes with sugary-sweet icing for my family to enjoy, whilst listening to vintage music in the kitchen, and wearing a sweet little apron. All the pastel baking utensils too! Ahhhh! ♡

Collecting heart shaped plates, mugs and cups, pretty picture frames and vintage things to adorn my country kitchen with ♡

Hanging out my nightgowns and pretty Spring dresses in the garden to dry, makes my country cottage garden even more beautiful ♡

Eating strawberries and cream lollipops whilst flicking through my vintage magazines on my bed, and swooning over all the handsome actors in them ♡

Long Spring evening walks, then coming home in the garden and making flower crowns and daisy chains ♡

Trips to the garden centre on sunny days, wearing a cute outfit and taking my tote bag, drinking lemonade in the cute cafe and having girly, gossip chats with my mum. Looking at all the cottage core accessories in the gift shop and going to the indoor market afterwards to buy fresh fruit and Vegetables ♡

Light Spring meals of fruits and vegetables that I’ve picked out at the garden centre that day ♡

Coming home in the evening to watch “Bridgerton” and play board games with my family ♡

Eating ice lolly’s on particularly sunny days and writing in my journal at my vanity ♡

Wearing coconut body lotion and rose scented hand cream to stay the sweetest girl in town ♡

Buying fresh bunches of flowers to put in my cottage and in my bedroom, so everywhere smells sweet and delightful ♡

Splashing in puddles on really rainy days, dancing in the rain with my pink raincoat and catching raindrops on my tongue ♡

Running about the garden in my pink milkmaid dress, going to the local farm to see the alpacas and chickens ♡

Feeling like a Spring woodland fairy, trying to spot wild deer and bunny’s in my local wood ♡

Having Picnics and Tea Party’s with extra special treats. Sugary biscuits and fruity tea’s to feel like Marie Antoinette ♡

Pretty baby pink or yellow manicure. Light colored nails for this time of year ♡

Painting watercolors and doing Spring crafts as the nights draw out and the days get longer ♡

Fuzzy socks, warm cups of tea and Disney movies in the evenings. Bambi, Cinderella and Sleeping beauty ♡

Collecting Sylvanian families to put in my little doll house in my bedroom. I’m growing my collection hehe ♡

[dreamsugargumbloggirl]

My Favourite Characters!

Characters:

Cure Peace

Stocking Anarchy

Ivandoe

Uniqua

Rainbow Ruby

Adorabat

Tasha

Stella (Winx Club)

Wubbzy (Wow! Wow! Wubbzy)

Mimi and Nyami (Pop'n Music)

Dashi (Octonauts)

Cakey Cat (Gabby's Dollhouse)

True (True and the Rainbow Kingdom)

Polly (Polly Pocket (2018))

Buneary (Pokémon)

QT (Friday Night Funkin Mod)

Molang

Princess Peach (Super Mario Bros.)

Princess Daisy (Super Mario Bros.)

Lan Jun (Jade Armor)

Starfire (Teen Titans (2003) and Teen Titans Go)

Bijou (Hamtaro)

Sparkle (Hamtaro)

Rara (Pretty Blood)

Marinette Dupain Cheng (Miraculous)

Kate/Flo (Puppy In My Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville)

Ruby (Jewelpet)

Sapphie (Jewelpet)

Magenta (Blue's Clues)

Lord Hater (Wander Over Yonder)

Mimi (Adventures of the Little Koala)

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Rob (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Cuddles (Happy Tree Friends)

Giggles (Happy Tree Friends)

Kirby

Yoshi

Daroach (Kirby)

Heartsping (Catch Teenieping)

Lalaping (Catch Teenieping)

Narrping (Catch Teenieping)

Cozyping (Catch Teenieping)

Partyping (Catch Teenieping)

Splashping (Catch Teenieping)

Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Usahana (Sanrio)

Bean (Ba Da Bean)

Cosa (Ba Da Bean)

Coco (Bluey)

Socks (Bluey)

G-Lo (Villainous)

Penny Fitzgerald (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Sugar Sprinkles (Littlest Pet Shop (2012))

Lemon Meringue (Strawberry Shortcake)

Kiff Chatterley (Kiff)

Penny Ling (Littlest Pet Shop (2012))

Sunny Funny (Parappa the Rapper)

Pikachu (Pokémon)

Alcremie (Pokémon)

Chica (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Blossom (The Powerpuff Girls (1998))

Bubbles (The Powerpuff Girls (1998))

Circus Baby (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Mephisto (LoliRock)

Demencia (Villainous)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

5.0.5. (Villainous)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

SpongeBob (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

Nappy (Pretty Blood)

Rinny (Pretty Blood)

Dede and Dada (Pretty Blood)

Iris (LoliRock)

Miss Heed (Villainous)

Tee Zeng (Kung Fu Wa/Sock)

Ron (Pretty Blood)

Mimmy (Sanrio)

Jigglypuff (Pokémon)

My Melody (Sanrio)

Kuromi (Sanrio)

Unikitty

Pinky (Sanrio)

Charmmy Kitty (Sanrio)

Lilly (Pretty Blood)

Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Pom Pom (Bluey)

Bluey Heeler (Bluey)

Rebecca Rabbit (Peppa Pig)

Gogoping (Catch Teenieping)

Melory (Kamisama Minarai Himitsu no Cocotama)

Saline and Paline (Kamisama Minarai Himitsu no Cocotama)

Awawa (Kamisama Minarai Himitsu no Cocotama)

Little Miss Sunshine (The Mr. Men Show)

Lord Kallous the Merciless (Elliott From Earth)

Balloon (Puppy In My Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville)

Princess Ava (Puppy In My Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville)

Eva (Puppy In My Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville)

Mela (Puppy In My Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville)

Crimson Lord (Jade Armor)

Manipulance (Kung Fu Wa/Sock)

[yukidragon]

I heard Jack has a family, I only know his parents' name (Rise & Shine) But i dont know his sister's name since I'm only new of this fandom, I dont know much their personality, how they looked like or his parents' backstories too or even what jack and his sister looked like or personality since they were kids. (since i heard Jambeebot taken down SDJ drawings in their twitter acc :'( )

But What if Jack's family met reader/alice or Jack introduced his parents to reader/alice?

What do you think Jack's family interactions towards alice/reader or what do they think towards to alice/reader

I would love to hear your thoughts or headcanons, also i love your SDJ Fanfics too <3

Thank you so much for saying so. It makes me happy to know that you love my stories. 💖

Welcome to the fandom! Happy to have you join us. 🎉

Jack’s extended family are part of the SunnyTime Town AU, also known as the STT AU. This isn’t to be confused with the universe for Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, where Jack is just a character Joseph/[Redacted] played. In STT AU, Jack is a real person who happens to be a clown, living in SunnyTown, as opposed to CoudyTown. It's primarily a comedy AU based off a world filled with clowny characters. Here’s a couple of images Sauce/Jambeebot did for it, including ones that explain more details about it.

Oh, before I go into the images, I will emphasize that Jambeebot/Sauce’s art is not mine, and I really hope you support them on their official Sunny Day Jack twitter, Patreon, and/or kickstarter! They work super hard to create this content for all of us to enjoy, so I wanted to emphasize the credit to them since I’m showing their publicly released artwork.

Also, while I’m on the topic, please don’t repost the private patreon-exclusive art. I’ve seen some people reposting art from the patreon in the tags, and even if it’s cropped, that’s not okay. Doing that is not supporting Sauce/Jambeebot; that’s costing them money that could be spent helping them be financially secure and allow them to make the game without worrying about their livelihood.

Oh, and I almost forgot the obligatory tags for @channydraws and @earthgirlaesthetic. If you want to get tagged when I make the next headcanon post, just let me know!

Thanks for listening, now onto Sauce’s beautiful art and lovely STT AU.

And since you were interested in seeing Jack and his big sis Daisy Chain Jane as kids, as well as getting a look at what little we’ve seen of Rise and Shine’s backstories, I shall deliver.

I’m still working on Alice’s clownsona as it were for the STT AU. I do have her name sorted out though - Aurorabori Alice.

Yes, I feel quite proud of that pun.

Alice (and MC in general) would be the newcomer to SunnyTown who Jack feels an immediate attraction to. Jack is well liked by everybody, and is always friendly, but he’s especially drawn to Alice, wanting to befriend her and spend as much time with her as possible.

Also, despite this AU being very lighthearted and comedy based... yanderes still exist here too, and Jack inherited quite a lot of traits from his dad...

The intensity of these feelings for Alice(/MC) are new and... more than a little unnerving, even to Jack. He’s never felt this way before about anyone. He aches for her in a way that is so strong, he is rather frightened of himself, and too ashamed to tell anybody that he feels this way. He didn’t realize that something was missing from his life until he met Alice, and now that he knows just how warm sunshine can be, the thought of living without her feels dark and cold, even though he’s surrounded by friends and family who love him.

Despite these new frightening desires, Jack won’t force anything on Alice. How could he do that to someone he loves so deeply? It would snuff out her light and ruin her. No, all he can do is keep these feelings hidden and love her with all his heart. Hopefully, if he does everything right, she’ll eventually love him too. There’s no one else in the world who could love her more than he does. It’s impossible, not with feelings as strong as this...

As for Alice... she just thinks Jack is very friendly. Anytime she suspects that he might be flirting with her or that his feelings might be anything but platonic, her best friend Honey Bunny is quick to remind her that Jack is just a very friendly person, which is why everyone loves him, and he probably isn’t interested in getting a partner since he’s never had one before at his age.

Though Honey doesn’t realize Jack simply never felt anything for anyone the way Alice did.

Yes, this is the same Honey Bunny puppet that’s from Alice’s concept sheet. Like Buddy can change from a belt to a person, Honey can change from a puppet into a person.

There’s a theory that when Buddy changes into a human, Jack turns into a belt, though there are also pictures of the two of them human together (including a very spicy one). Still, if Honey and Buddy’s situations with their respective pals are similar, then it means Alice would have a puppet form she can transform into. I’d probably have to design it when I finally draw her STT AU self.

Honey has good intentions about steering Alice away from Jack’s affections. Alice moved to SunnyTown to get a fresh start after she had a rough time with a former suitor who may or may not be Ian’s clownsona. (Naturally, things won’t wind up as toxic for the breakup as they did in the SDJ universe.) Honey wants to protect her best friend from heartache, but might be a bit overprotective at times.

On the other side of the coin, you have Buddy serving to encourage Jack and give him, at times kind of off the wall advice, but he means well too. Naturally, this causes Buddy and Honey to come into conflict a lot, as Buddy is trying to be Jack’s wingman, and Honey is trying to be Jack’s cockblocker.

One solid image I have is of when Alice and Jack start getting closer despite Honey’s interference, Buddy (in human form) drags off Honey by her ears or tail (also in human form) to give them alone time.

Yes, Honey still has rabbit ears and a tail in her human form. How can I resist? Plus it’s not like Buddy doesn’t have unusual anatomy too...

Oh, speaking of that part of him, in this version of the STT AU with Alice, Honey and Buddy wind up going from antagonists to, ahem, quite a bit more. They fight, and it turns into spice. Jack and Alice are going to walk in on them and get quite a shock to see them making out.

Naturally, in a general MC version of the STT AU, there wouldn’t be a Honey Bunny, so it’d be up to the respective person writing their take on the AU to decide how the relationship with Jack goes and what obstacles there are.

Jack is very likely to introduce his family to Alice right away. Jane seems like the type of nosy big sister who would insist on meeting the girl who Jack can’t stop talking about. Mama Shine and Papa Rise would obviously be curious as well.

Rise would also suspect that Jack might be taking after him in a certain way and discreetly give his son tips on how to keep from scaring away his sunshine. After all, Rise would never allow anyone to take Shine away from him, and why would he force his son to suffer without that addicting sunlight in his life?

Shine is a sweet mama type, very energetic, loud, and talkative. She would be the first to greet Alice after Jack introduces the family, likely with a big friendly hug, and would gush about how her son always speaks so highly of Alice, much to Jack’s embarrassment when she starts giving examples.

Alice, in return, would be happy to meet her new friend’s family and very happy that they like her. She wouldn’t be nervous about meeting them since she wouldn’t realize that she’s meeting her future in-laws. She would see where Jack gets his friendly and kind personality from when meeting them.

Honey might insist on coming along to the instruction if possible. She’ll be seeing right through Jack’s intentions and want to make sure things stay strictly platonic, though she will be friendly and wind up liking the family more than she thought she would.

How the family would feel about a general MC really depends on the different MCs and their personalities. From the aspect of how they feel about someone Jack is obviously in love with, they’re happy for him that he found someone who makes him feel that way. As long as they’re a good person for someone as sweet as Jack, they’ll welcome them with open arms.

Opinions on Alice specifically are as follows...

Shine thinks Alice is a very sweet girl, and is very considerate of Jack, which is ideal in a partner for her son. Alice is not terribly talkative, but that’s not a problem at all. After all, her loving husband is nonverbal. What’s important is that Alice is kind to Jack and even at this early friendship stage, she can see the hints of budding romantic feelings towards Jack forming from Alice’s end too.

Rise has a general friendly reaction to Alice initially, then is quietly surprised and pleased to learn that she knows sign language and can hold an actual nonverbal conversation with him. That certainly wins her a few points in his book. The more he learns about her, the more he can see what Jack sees in her and he approves.

Yes, Alice knows ASL in the SDJ universe too. (As well as the other AUs with her.)

Jane is a bit more of a wild card when it comes to Alice. She both likes Alice right away, but also sees an opportunity to playfully tease such an easily flustered person, as well as her little brother. She’s friendly and ultimately ships Alice and Jack, but is going to give them both a hard time with it and mercilessly tease Jack at every opportunity.

Opinions from the family about Honey Bunny are generally positive as well, as it’s easy to recognize she’s just looking out for a friend. Shine would probably try to give her advice to take it easy sometimes though. Jane would find it hilarious that Jack is getting cockblocked and use it as teasing fuel. Rise would see Honey as a potential problem, but is keeping hands off from interfering, as it’s a minor issue and Jack needs to learn how to deal with people who would keep his sunshine away.

Buddy is nebulous in that he’s a close enough friend to Jack that he’s practically family, so I’ll give his opinions as well. He likes Alice right away. She’s friendly, nice, and she greets him along with Jack even when he’s a belt at the time, which a lot of people forget to do. He is totally on board with helping Jack win her over.

As for Honey Bunny... as far as Buddy is concerned, she’s obnoxious, annoying, but cute, and fun to tease. The latter feelings develop into a more, ahem, friendly type of teasing down the road.

In the STT AU, Alice would probably be the new arts and crafts teacher at Jack’s schoolhouse, which gives them plenty of time to interact, and plenty of time for Jack to give her lovestruck looks from afar as he watches her teach the kids and play with them.

Also, in a nod to the lore I went with for Sunshine in Hell, Alice would sometimes give puppet show presentations at the library with the help of her friend Honey Bunny. Cloudy-Belle Sue just might wind up being her cousin in fact, given Alice’s hair is kind of cloud-like and fluffy, which is similar to Sue’s hairstyle. In this situation, it would be Sue introducing Alice and Jack to help her cousin get used to the town and make friends.

Naturally, Sue and the rest of the SunnyTime Crew are going to help Jack get together with Alice. They’re his friends after all, and Alice is a sweet girl, though Sue will caution Jack to take it slow since she’s had her heart broken before.

For a general MC, the crew would no doubt ship Jack with his sunshine regardless since he’s so happy with them. Whether they’re related to any of the other crew members is up to the individual MC’s backstory, of course.

Oh, wow, this really ran away from me, didn’t it? That’s about all I have for now of the STT AU. If you want to hear about the AphroDesia crossover AU’s versions of the family and their opinions of/interactions with Alice, let me know, since things are a liiittle bit different in the mafia AU.

Thanks again for sending the ask. I hope you found my thoughts entertaining and that these images from Jambeebot helped you learn a bit more about the SunnyTime Town AU!

[morningstargirl666]

last line tag game

tagged by the awesome @stars-and-darkness

rules are to drop the last line you wrote from your WIP, so here we go!

When nightfall came, the villagers burned their home to the ground.

...Yeeeeaaaah. Mentions of arson kinda tracks, honestly.

Tagging @bellemorte180 @kirythestitchwitch @purplesigebert @garglyswoof @ghost-bxrd @helpless-in-sleep @little-miss-sunny-daisy @galvanizedfriend @definedareasofuncertainty @lalainajanes @the-road-betwixt @averseunhinged and anyone else that may want to join in!