#really tried to not give moon a hat in one of these this time

[beetle-beep]

more outfits ft. my oc Newt!!! :)

I like the idea of Sun using magnets as "earrings" on his rays hehe

[strawberry-cowmilk]

stealing stuff from the brothers' closets

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

imagine opening his gigantic closet and all there is are 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, 3 blazers or whatever, a whole box full of gloves, another whole box full of socks, 2 pairs of shoes and one scarf (the cheapest item is 200 grimm too)

anyways he allows you to steal some of his stuff as long as you do not let his brothers see you with it at any cost

lucifer thinks you look adorable wrapped up in his 800 grimm scarf but he'd never tell you (you can tell)

Mammon

mammon doesn't mind you stealing stuff from him, he even tries to get you to take his stuff

he's like 'look mc I got this cool hat' and then places it on your head and when you try to give it back he refuses to accept it

mammon does have a good wide range of clothes and accessories you can steal unlike lucifer

and everything he owns is either from a devildom designer brand or the devildom version of walmart

Leviathan

he almost passes away

not that he minds you wearing his stuff (he actually thinks it's cute, even if it's his limited edition expensive tsl stuff) but he was not ready for the jumpscare of actually seeing you with his things

eventually he gets used to it though and his closet becomes free rein for you and only you

sometimes when he's shopping for new clothes on akuzon he's debating on whether or not to buy the same shirt for you too

Satan

first of all opening his closet is a whole risk because nobody can guarantee you won't expose yourself to the worst sweaters known to man

also like his room, his closet is a mess too

and sometimes when you steal something from him, satan can't even tell you got it from his closet because it's such a mess in there and he wears just the same 3 shirts anyways

but he doesn't mind you taking his stuff as long as you don't damage anything (he won't get mad at you if you do though)

Asmodeus

you are free to steal anything from him, and he is free to steal anything from you

asmo loves it when he sees you wearing something of his

but do not damage anything or it will upset him (asmo can be scary when he's mad but he forgives you after 4 seconds so don't worry)

at some point he gets a whole shelf for his closet and he uses it to store clothes he bought for you, so you can find them next time you burrow something

it's literally labeled 'the mc shelf'

Beelzebub

the least ancient thing in his closet was bought 5 years ago

but if you want to steal his stuff, he'd definitely let you, he thinks it makes you two get closer to each other

beel would even let you keep anything you'd pick if you really love it

sometimes he even just leaves the item in your room

some stuff in his closet is originally owned by belphie because these twins share everything

Belphegor

half of his stuff consists of soft gowns and other sleep-related stuff, and he wears almost 0 of them, they're just sitting there in his closet

and he absolutely loves it when you steal his fluffy things because it looks cute and he can cuddle up to you and sleep

belphie lets you keep anything he never or rarely wore

if you frequently check his closet out, belphie will sometimes burrow something from beel and put it on one of his shelves to see if you notice (belphie also buys clothes once per blue moon)

[prettyundeadgirl]

Love Like Ghosts

│Track One of Strange Trails

Summary: Within the night, an inebriated Arthur returns. You take care of him, and when morning arrives, he realizes how in love he really is.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Wordcount: 1.0k

Tags: Fluff

AO3 Link

likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated! :)

The silver moon, curved like a bear’s sharp claw, shone a hazy glow through the lattice of leaves in the caliginous night. Branches swayed peacefully in the breeze, and amid the grassy land, water coalesced atop the mire earth. Hidden in the wavering stalks, a small orchestra of katydids performed their stridulations.

Everyone had scattered to greet their awaiting slumber, and you remained awake, sitting on the stairs and leaning against the firm wooden pillar with nature’s veins strangling it. You were engrossed in a book Mary-Beth had lent to you—one she had owned the longest and must’ve been a personal favorite, you figured from the frayed edges of the spine and the worn pages. It had been your solace for the time being, distracting you from your ceaseless worrying about Arthur’s absence and staving off the encroaching drowsiness. The lantern beside you illuminated enough light for you to read the tiny printed letters.

Time flowed like a river, and you grew inevitably weary, eyelids beginning to close until you heard steady hooves clomping in the muddy grounds near the entrance. The sound resonated throughout the area as it came closer and closer. Arthur returned, almost falling as he tried to dismount his horse. He hitched the reins to the hitching post, all the while holding a bottle devoid of whiskey in his other hand. You closed the tattered book in haste and doused the lantern, rushing toward him.

“Oh, Arthur, I’ve been worried sick.” You admitted.

“Why?” He asked, practically tripping over his own steps.

“What do you mean ‘why?’ I care about you. More than you know.” Your voice was laced with much sincerity, and you stated your words in confidence, realizing he wouldn’t remember anything by morning. He looked into your soft gaze for a moment, his befuddled state along with the lack of light dulling your worried expression. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.” He let himself acquiesce to your words, and you placed his arm across your shoulders to give him as much support as you could offer.

“You look pretty tonight.” He slurred, and although you smiled and blushed at the compliment, you still rolled your eyes, knowing he was drunk and those words possibly held no truth.

Entering the once charming and grandiose manor that is now timeworn, veiled in the overgrowth of untouched green and merely a tomb contained with memories of the ones who inhabited it before, you guided him through the dark. Strangely, it provided a sense of comfort and safety, though not as much as Arthur did during your time with the gang.

The old stairs creaked in protest as you went up, and there was the occasional trip or two from Arthur, with a small chuckle following after. Pushing open the door revealed his cozy room, which was bathed in the soft gleam of moonlight filtered through the begrimed windowpanes and casting shadows on the walls. You removed his hat, placing it on the table nearby, and then, with careful and tender hands, you unbuckled his gun belt. It clinked as it came in contact with the wooden table. You laid him down and removed his boots, and when his eyes closed, you slowly pressed a small kiss on his forehead.

As you turned to make your way downstairs, a weak grip on your hand prevented you from doing so.

“Stay.” He murmured. “Please.”

“Why?” You repeated it in the same tone he had given you before.

“‘Cause I…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence for his half-mast eyes had spoken beyond what he could not, and deep within the beating chambers of your heart you knew what it was and felt the same.

You let out a sigh, “Move over.”

He provided as much room as the tight-fitted bed allowed, and as you lay side by side, he pulled you closer into him, arm twined around your waist, the space once between now nonexistent. There was a strong musk that was woven into the linen of his clothes, amalgamated with the scent of heady whiskey, and it wrapped around you with familiarity. You rested against his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall and hearing the drum of his heart against your ear, its rhythm growing faster as you placed your knee on his hip. 

His love for you was a quiet thing; it’s unrelenting and inevitable, yet everyone knew and talked about it. He harbored so much of it for you that it seemed to overflow in his drunken state, though it could only be expressed through actions such as placing the gentlest of kisses on your head, taking in the freshly washed scent of your hair, and holding you as close as he could. In your arms, there was a sense of comfort and peace that he hadn’t felt in a long time and never knew he had been missing in his life, and he was lulled into a calming sleep.

In the early wake of dawn, he hadn’t remembered much from the night as it was, for the most part, a disoriented blur, but he did recall your benevolent disposition, and he didn’t understand why you were so kind to him and always made an effort to look after his well-being. He always appreciated it nonetheless.

He had also recalled the vibrant color of your eyes in your gaze—irises deep and atlantic. He felt as though he could fall through them, following their course and soon getting lost in the darkness that lay beneath. They were endless and almost confusing, and he’d spend an eternity figuring out the mystery of them. A simple glance into your eyes, whether inebriated or not, would make the relentless, gloomy ruminations that sat in his mind scatter away.

He felt your warm presence alongside him, turning his head to your beautiful slumbering visage—peaceful and in bliss—that began his matutinal admiration. It was mesmerizing; you were mesmerizing to him. Every inch of you was, and he longed to live in this moment forever.

He wondered what he had said or done last night for you to end up in his bed and how he wished he could remember that part of the night. He relished the moment for a bit longer, tucking the wisps of hair behind your ear before reluctantly leaving.

[palskippah]

Hi! You saw preg Bowuigi, but may I present to you… preg Mareach ✨

The thought won't leave my mind after I mindlessly drew Mario asking Luigi how is it to be pregnant and then it escalated from there 😔

So! Here's some headcanons (that you can find too in the drawings) for this:

-Mario and Luigi's mamma and uncle are twins, so they have this 'twin gene', and it just so happens that Mario got twins first try and Luigi didn’t.

-Mario has thoughts when seeing his bro expecting, he develops a serious case of baby fever that he refuses to tell anyone about. Like he catches himself thinking about him and Peach expecting and her acting in the overly attentive way that Bowser does, or thinking of a tiny blonde baby with a button nose and blue-sky eyes. He feels a bit guilty about these thoughts.

-Luigi eventually pries the information out of Mario and tries to convince him to talk to Peach about it, that she’d be understanding even if she doesn’t like the idea. Mario’s stubborn and just doesn’t and feels bad for wanting a baby too just because his bro is going to have one.

-To Mario’s surprise (and relief) it’s Peach who mentions the idea of having children (he feels a bit embarrassed that she easily used the exact words he scolded himself for: “I want a baby”), so they shyly entertain the idea.  And they decide they'd like to be parents in the future.

-When Magma (that's the Bowuigi baby's name!) grows and gets to the toddler stage, Mario finally decides that they could start trying.

-(Corny and I pulled this from Deadpool 2 but) He gives the 'green light' to Peach as a sort of anniversary gift and she's so happy she jumps in place and holds him to her chest and rambles about what to name the baby and how they'd look and what they'll do together and– Mario jokingly reminds her that first she's gotta put a baby in him for that to happen.

-Luigi is really excited when Mario and Peach tell him that they’re expecting. He hugs them both and says he can’t wait to finally be an uncle, and that they’ll be great parents.

-Luigi spoils his bro the same way Mario did with him when he was expecting Magma, like baking him treats and his favorite foods whenever they’re at their house and overall being a very good bro.

-Soon Peach arranges a room to make a nursery and plans how it’ll be.

-When they discover it's twins she makes arrangements again to adapt it for two babies, assigning a color to each baby’s things, because she thinks that Mario and Luigi having their signature colors is adorable.

-When they’re back from the doctor after discovering they’ll have twins, they’re both happily thinking about two children. Peach of snuggly wrapped little babies with round noses and brunette hair, and Mario for some reason thinks of two blonde toddlers with matching hats and blue overalls.

-Mario's belly looks big soon and Peach is over the moon because he's so round and handsome.

-He's so shaped.

-Due to almost all of the Mushroom Kingdom citizens being small Mario often loses sight of them, especially when talking to toads. They love to stand close and right in front of him, even if Mario tells them to stand at his side so he can see them. Mario's pretty sure not even the toads can see him over his belly and yet they don't listen.

-Mario lives at Peach's castle but he and Luigi still kinda often stay at their own little house at the outskirts of Toad Town. Luigi sometimes goes by himself or brings some of his children. They like to have some kind of peace apart from their families and the royalness of it all. (Thinking about the fact that Bowser went on a vacation by himself as Junior said once in a game sjdks)

-Peach is very excited for the babies and she always asks for permission to caress his belly and to hold it and to kiss it. She talks a lot to the babies too, even at times holding very long one-sided conversations with them while Mario listens in with an absolutely besotted smile.

-Many nights, when Mario's sprawled on his side with his arms in weird positions and snoring away and Peach's at his back holding him, she mumbles on and on sweet words to her children and her boyfriend, and holds Mario closely.

-Ever since they know he's expecting, Peach randomly suggests baby names to Mario, who shakes his head or actually explains why he doesn't like them. She suggests one day a couple of names just for funsies and to her surprise Mario loves them.

-Peach leaves their bed very early to focus on her royal duties all morning, while Mario's asleep almost until midday surrounded by an insane amount of red and pink pillows.

-Peach eats red power up mushrooms to be able to easily carry Mario around when he gets too tired, that way she doesn't get tired either.

-Late on Mario gets the 'pregnancy brain', he forgets things and sometimes does stupid stuff. Once at their house he dropped a fork, and since it never crossed his mind to ask for help or pick another one from the kitchen cabinet, he ended up stuck in a crouch when trying to reach it, yelling for Luigi to come help him up.

-Donkey Kong and Mario are mean besties, and DK often teases Mario and vice versa. Like DK purposefully drops something and asks in a faux nice voice for Mario to pick it up for him, then does the laugh™ as Mario stares at him unamused.

-DK used to (gently) push Mario to sit in soft furniture and laugh at him for getting stuck. Mario would sulk and cross his arms over his belly until the stupid monkey dignified himself to help him up. Until DK did it one day that Mario had been particularly tired about the pregnancy, and besides the usual reaction he also got misty-eyed and his lower lip wobbled. DK freaked out and couldn't figure out how to console him as Mario silently cried. Peach almost obliterated DK on the spot when she caught them.

-Since then DK isn't as mean with Mario until the babies are born weeks later. Also, he's a bit terrified of Peach now.

-Magma, who's still a toddler, often asks her uncle-mama when the babies are going to come out of his belly so she can meet them.

-They have twin girls! They're identical when they're babies and kids but when they grow older they have more noticiable differences (like height, same as Mario and Luigi and their mom and uncle)

-They’re Nettarina and Mariella. Sadly I don’t care how silly the names are, I like them and so does Mario aksjdksajd

-Mario has strong genes so their babies look a lot more like him than Peach (who’s glad, because she wanted to have two mini Marios!), although he hoped they’d look more like her.

-Mario is already fat and he gets even fatter with the pregnancy.

-The girls (and Magma too) speak fluent italian and english.

And that’s what I have so far! I know i missed some characters that I could have mentioned like Daisy or Toad and others, but maybe I’ll think of them too for another post c:

I hope you liked them, and if you have any other ideas or headcanons feel free to share them, I’d love to know!

[head-empty-just-ace]

Yes, I know the Ace, Sanji, and Zoro fics have their own NSFW scenarios...but for the life of me— I cannot do that to Luffy. I have tried but no. Just no. Also, the first chunk of it is how the crew would react to him. I think it'd be a cute addition.

Monkey D. Luffy x GN!Reader

CW: Hinted sensory overload. Mainly just fluff.

Word Count: 500+

Fluff w/ Strawhats

Just. Pure. Chaotic. Energy.

Usually, Luffy's already pretty hyperactive. Messing around with the others and just a fun goofy guy. But now it's even worse because of his canine-tendencies.

Sanji has the fridge just chained down and placed multiple locks because Luffy kept eating all the food inside of it. Sometimes, he has to stand guard at night just to make sure they'll still have food for breakfast.

Usopp and Chopper are just messing around with Luffy. They're throwing him balls and frisbees to help him burn off all that energy. Even taught him tricks.

Robin uses her devil fruit to just tickle and indulge Luffy every now and then when the mood strikes. He adores it. It makes him laugh so hard.

Nami would play along for a bit when Luffy wants to mess around. But if she doesn't, she'll lie that Usopp is hiding a delicious portion of meat in his workshop.

Brook does notice whenever Luffy gets overwhelmed a bit by the noise, scent, and sceneries. So, he'll distract Luffy by playing a tune. It works so effectively on the captain.

Zoro's the one to reign him in. If Luffy's about to go overboard because he was chasing after some bird or a ball Chopper and Usopp threw? He's the one to either grab him the shirt or dive into the sea to save the guy.

Jimbei and his blessed patience always puts up with Luffy whenever he starts getting chatty— if Chopper and Usopp aren't around to play with him. He and Luffy would just share stories with each other excitedly.

Franky would just be very chill with Luffy. Telling him all sorts of inventions. Maybe even tricking Luffy into think they're playing a game but its just Franky getting Luffy to fetch tools for him while he works.

Fluff w/ you

You would either join in on the fun or be the one to scold him whenever he made a mess on the deck. At some point, you didn't know whether to laugh or lecture Usopp and Chopper for teaching him tricks as if he really were a dog.

Whenever it was mealtime, he'd rest his chin against the table while gazing up at you with the best pair of puppy eyes he could muster. He already cleaned out his plate and Sanji wouldn't give him any more food.

He's be even more clingy than usual. Using his devil fruit to wrap his arms around you like some snake to keep you close.

He'll even ask you to pet and scratch his head. Ofc, you indulge the guy. He'd sulk and pout otherwise.

If Brook isn't around and he gets overwhelmed, he'll come up to you and complain that its too noisy. You'll hug him against your chest and place your hands gently over his ears and hum a song— he usually falls asleep in your arms.

Similar to Ace, he doesn't like it when his hat bothers his ears. It just doesn't sit comfortably. So, he'll give you his precious hat bc he knows you'll take care of it for him.

He does get protective over you. If you're talking with anyone on the ship and you start laughing, he'll walk up to you and just hug you from behind. There's a small sulk on his face.

If you do lean back into his touch and scratch his ear— he'll melt back into a smile and join in with your conversation with the others. Still hugging you tho.

In the case that you guys get in a fight, his ears are flat on his head. His tail dull and slack behind him. A pout visible on his face.

Woke everyone up by howling at the moon loudly (it unfortunately happened multiple times and it doesn't help that he does it even when he's asleep).

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If you liked this and wanna read more, here's my masterlist!

[the-chaos137]

Random things I think the celestial family and friends have done:

Earth has gone around everyone saying pose for the camera to see what they’d do:

Monty smiled innocently while sticking up their middle finger

Moon waved awkwardly

Sun smiled and did a peace sign

Lunar either just stared at the camera menacingly or smiled really hard

Solar looked confused but smiled awkwardly and waved

Jack stared down the camera with his normal smile

When doing maintenance on his siblings Moon would sometimes leave a harmless pranks like writing something in blue on the back of Suns rays or give Lunar really thick eyelashes or ‘dye’ Earths hair (only the tips). He never dared go near Solar because the last time he did Solar stole his hat for a week and hid all the spares.

One time Sun was stuttering really bad and was generally not having a good time and Moon tried to lighten the mood by going ‘r-r-remix’

Sun was not impressed.

Lunar was stayed up late and tried to sneak into the theatre only to spot Solar sitting on top of the cabinets behind the desk eating chips named ‘disappointment’. When asked about it he stated- “‘cause I disappointed myself by being caught.”

Earth likes to change her hair sometimes so Sun and Monty like to do her hair, one time Lunar tried and it looked like a birds nest and when she got home Monty had to fix it. It took several hours because her hair is THIC.

One time Solar tried to make cookies on his own because he used to bake a lot but they came out burnt. Puppet popped out of nowhere, stole a cookie, ate it and immediately regretted it. Solar never lets them live it down.

Earth, Monty, Moon, Lunar, Sun, Solar and puppet all went to a pride parade together, (they didn’t invite Puppet they invited themselves). Sun made it very clear he was only there to support his family but Solar was very quiet and was poking around the pride pins. No one asked.

Moon and Solar usually stay up late for projects and one time they stayed up for several days in a row and were going slightly insane- Sun found them in P&S on the floor laughing their asses off because they accidentally set Jacks language to French.

That’s all, feel free to use these ideas but please tag me! <33

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Wait, how would Cooper feel about thigh high stockings with some of those heels? Possibly a garter belt too? Or even just knowing that his partner has them on underneath whatever they usually wear? My mind goes blank when I see them on a pretty lady (or a man or anyone else really, I'm bisexual) Something about wearing them also makes me feel super hot but also powerful? Is that weird?

Oh, they feel very powerful, Anon. That's definitely not weird. In fact, I'd argue that that's one of the main selling points of them. It's very empowering and confidence-boosting to feel desirable and sexy.

That's why Cooper would absolutely adore seeing you in the entire get-up. He'd also like seeing you be so confident...

I think it would start small, maybe him gifting you your first very nice set of lingerie for your first Valentine's Day together. To you and your current financial situation, nice lingerie is simply defined as "a cute-ish top and bottoms that match and aren't completely ratty".

It's been about a year since he and Barb officially divorced, and about four months since you and Cooper started dating. You're both still quite low-key about it, not wanting to deal with the drama or the guilt of making Barb feel bad, but you're wild about one another. Coop likes being with someone who is more down-to-earth like he is, someone who he could really see raising chickens with him. You enjoy the older man's kindness, his generous nature, all the things he can show and teach you from years of life experience.

You aren't inexperienced, sexually, but the things you've tried aren't exactly adventurous. He catches you reading a steamy novel one evening, though, and suddenly you're getting quite the interrogation about what naughty things you like while he tickles you and kisses at your neck. And trust me, you will be divulging that information; he's a patient man, and if he has to wait until the next time you have an extra glass of wine with dinner to ask again, he will.

One of the things you eventually mention, lips loose after too much New Year's champagne, is how you've always liked the idea of dressing up in sexy lingerie, high heels and all, parading around a tied-up man like a prowling seductress.

So, naturally, you're over the moon when, a week before Valentine's Day, he gives you a gorgeous satiny bra and panty set and some stockings to go with. The sizing is perfect, of course, because he's so wonderful about attention to detail. The garter belt confuses you when you try it on, but eventually you manage to wrestle it all into place, and you're blown away by your reflection in the mirror. Cooper insists you don't show him what it looks like on until the day of, and you keep to that. But after your romantic dinner together that evening, you find yourself almost overly giddy to get out of the nice dress you'd chosen for your date. He's been shooting you heart-stopping glances all night, running his eyes up and down your body like he knows what you're hiding underneath your clothes.

Which, of course, he does.

When you finally get home, he takes great pleasure in slowly peeling you out of the thing, revealing the black satin and silk and the little bow between your breasts. Your feet have much less traction than usual against the hardwood floors in the stockings, but you're sure in your step as his eyes on you give you a huge confidence boost. Leading him to his bedroom, you push him down on the bed and kiss him for a long while before telling him to stay put, disappearing from the room and reappearing with a few lengths of rope in hand, his white cowboy hat on your head.

A few minutes later, his arms are outstretched just enough to keep him from being able to reach his body with his hands, the knots around his arms and the headboard posts nice and secure. He taught you the knots, and you'd really enjoyed learning them, but you still didn't think it had been fair of him to test your knowledge on them while he made you cockwarm him. But that's a score to settle another day.

You enjoy taking your time teasing him, running your tongue and nails along his chest and stomach, noting the way he shivers as you run your fingers along the waistband of his slacks. After he pleads a little, you free him from his open fly and tease him with your lips and tongue until he's pleading again. You smile wickedly at him as you move back.

Balancing on your rear and your palms, you lean back as far as you can while still staying upright between his knees, slowly and intentionally running your silk-clad feet all along the planes of his bare chest, appreciating his physique as you tease all the way up to his collar bones. A giggle leaves you when he cranes his neck to allow himself to nibble at your ankles, but the playful little kick you give him to the forehead sends him staring you down with a heat in his gaze. When he's settled down, you move your feet back down to the trail of hair that leads to his twitching, throbbing erection.

"Dirty tricks, little lady." he growls when you start to gently rub your smooth sole back and forth across his cock. You've managed to sniff out this particular kink of his between all the "secret" little glimpses at you after you take off your heels at the end of the day, the glut of compliments about how pretty your feet are, the regular pedicures he happily pays for. The massages where he can barely conceal his growing erection. You'd thought it a little strange at first, but he didn't judge you for your stranger proclivities, so you tried your best to grant him the same grace.

Plus, it was really quite hot how worked up he got about it, and you certainly didn't mind all the gifted shoes.

Since you've already been working him up and teasing him, he quickly reaches his end. You're both a little shocked by exactly how hard he cums, and how much, jet after hot jet spattering across his chest, his stomach, and your stockings, a low, guttural groan leaving him as you continue to gently pet at him until he pleads with you to stop. You can't help but notice that he seems like he's having a hard time meeting your gaze.

The whole display is incredibly erotic to you, despite what you may have thought about this sort of thing before. You'd never considered how much you could enjoy having a man you actually liked and trusted thinking your feet were very, very sexy, and now the whole thing has you ready to plant yourself down on him and never get off.

"Well, are you gonna untie me so I can return the favor, darlin'?" he asks eventually, face and neck still pink as he finally seems to gather up the courage to look over at you. You grin, slinking forward to lean in and kiss him deeply, running your fingers through the cooling rivulets of semen painting his toned chest.

"Mmm, I dunno, cowboy." you tut, pulling his hat from your head and giving your hair a seductive shake as you place it onto his. "I sorta like you like this. I'm thinking about maybe taking you for a little test ride."

His muscles flex against his restraints as he grins impishly at you. You have him under your control, and you intend to keep him that way for quite a while. Your pretty lingerie will definitely be destroyed by the time you're finished with each other, but no worries; he's got another of the exact same set hidden in the closet, ready to replace it so you can have one to actually keep.

He's just thoughtful like that. 😈

To the innocent anon: I'm sorry I used your submission to write foot job porn. :( Well, I'm kinda sorry.

I do feel at least a little bad, scout's honor.

[tanoieyt]

note: if you don’t like random :P in your things, leave rn!!! anyways might not be grammar-checked,, if u want me to extend one of them ask!!! no aesthetic format srry 😔,, no nate sorry!! don’t know how to write!! criticism open too!!! ok ty and enjoy 💋💋

red 

always grabbing onto something from you, hands, sleeves, whatever he can latch onto

like there was this one time during your most memorable celebration, he whispered to you 

“i love you” 

alsooo he loves to put his hat on your head 

ethan 

if you like nature walks he’ll drag you along

but if you’re more relaxed, he’ll just cook up some food (or get something from a store) and have a picnic outside 

after tirelessly playing at the beach with you, splashing water everywhere and whatever sand games, he loves to drag you to watch the sunset together!! 

or loves how the moon’s light shines on you <33

brendan 

he loves pda!! smooches, hugs, hand-holding, whatever he can come up with!! doesn’t like compliments too much though

he’s either a full-on inside kid on some days and on others he’s pushing you through the door

clingy but tries to hide it

lucas 

if you like to study too, he’ll always ask for you to study whatever next to him, he needs motivation sometimes :P

he might be up all night finalizing projects and maybe even wake you up randomly to double-check some work

if you don’t like grinding out studies like him, you just end up getting snacks for him for motivation or you give him pecks on the cheek

hilbert 

gets so flushed when you play with his hair or physical touch in general

gets really nervous if you try to show pda, especially in front of his friends, doesn’t want to get embarrassed lol

you guys always look for new places to eat or chill out, favorite place being a park with magnificent scenery with a charming cafe

calem 

always trying to make something for you, ranging between tiny hair clips and ties to extravagant outfits

also gives you tons of gift baskets 

analyzes your fashion style like a forced english assignment that’s worth 120% of your final grade

always comes in clutch for formal events, making you the most magnificent clothes

elio 

likes to pretend to act mysterious :P

lives for beach dates!!! sometimes throws sand at your head and pretends he’s sorry 

you guys will watch the moon and he’ll pretend he’s not looking at you

when you look back, he’s turned around either giggling, super flushed, or a mix of both 

victor 

you guys are a storm in the kitchen (a good or bad one depending on your cooking skill lolol)

will help you cook by hovering over you and taking your arms to help you stir and stuff

matching aprons duhhhh

if he notices something is wrong with you— the tiniest inconvenience, he will stop immediately to check in :P (our observant king)

[cowgirlcasanova]

LIQUOR & LONLINESS

pairing | arthur morgan x fem! oc

summary | arthur sees caroline alone by the fire and gives her some company. caroline can’t stand seeing him so exhausted and tries to take some weight off his shoulders

tags | fluff, flirting but everyone denies it, two idiots pretending not to be in love, fireside chat, massage, cute nervous arthur

word count | 2.5k

a/n | hi bffs! this is my first time ever publishing a fic! i’ve been trying to get back into creative writing again so here we are. please be nice to me ok? :)

i plan on publishing more arthur fics with this oc, building up their world/relationship & revealing her backstory. i just always think it’s so fun to read about ocs so i thought i’d give it a try! so this is a little introduction. hope you like it <3

A small sliver of the moon peeked through the clouds reflecting off the bay surrounding Clemens Point.

The glow of the moon and the dying firelight contrasted beautifully on Carolines face, something Arthur couldn’t help but take notice of as he gazed at her from under the awning of his wagon.

He couldn’t force himself to revert his gaze, completely enthralled by the way the shadows danced across her at the smallest of movements. He was already picturing the angle in which he’d have to move his pencil to even attempt at sketching the sight of the warm and cool light dueling on her face. Arthur cursed himself under his breath at the mere thought of filling another page in his journal with her face, something he’d found himself doing far too often these days.

“Arthur you miserable fool.” He muttered to himself, grimacing as he stretched out his overworked body and rose off his cot.

Caroline sat alone, unsure if the heat she was feeling was radiating from the ebbing fire or from the burn of the dark liquor making its way through her system. She stuck to taking small sips of her glass of bourbon, feeling a strange guilt for drinking it in the first place.

As the only member of the Van Der Linde gang to have advanced medical knowledge it all fell on her to heal their various ailments. She often had just enough supplies to keep everyone afloat, but having the law after you constantly made it a challenge to get your hands on much needed medicine. So, she’d save what she could and turn to liquor as her medicine of choice, trying to save all the expensive tonics and remedies for the traumas that really needed it. Bill complaining of a back injury? Whiskey. The days that Hosea's cough seemed to worsen? Whiskey. Even using whiskey as a last ditch effort to warm John after his wolf attack. She always tried her best to stay out of her own medicinal stash of liquor, But, some nights she wanted the peace that came with the burn of whiskey. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Hey there, Miss Caroline.” Arthurs gruff voice breaks through the unusually silent night. The smell of the burning fire filled his nose as he got closer. He approaches her with a courteous nod, running a hand across his growing stubble.

“Mind if I join ya?” He removed his banged up hat, holding it close over his chest, a small sign of respect toward the lady that did go unnoticed by her. Rarely anything he did went unnoticed by her.

She smiled up at him with the warm smile she always wore, but something about it made him feel like that sweet smile was just for him everytime. Though he’d never let himself believe something as foolish as that. When she turned to look at him the shadows on her face stopped battling and the warm light of the fire covered her completely. From Arthurs vantage point it almost looked as if she was glowing.

“Please do.”

He moves as gently as he can for his size, taking his seat next to her on the old log the gang has fashioned into a bench. His usual confidence was tempered by something softer while next to her. His leg brushes against her knee, as he sits down, a reminder of how close you two are. The weight of his knee was pushing the scratchy material of her skirt against her leg and yet, she can’t bring herself to move her leg away from the tiny space they share. In the harsh life she's suddenly found herself thrown into, although by her own actions. She finds herself craving affection and touch more and more everyday. A gentle touch. Not a casual pat on the shoulder from Dutch or a clap on the back from Sean. Something with meaning behind it, with care and tenderness.

When Arthurs leg stays planted firmly, their knees barely brushing, her heart aches at the thought that the ever so tough man beside her may be feeling the same.

"you doin’ alright this evenin’, caroline?” He asks, his voice softer than usual. His eyes moved across her face, taking in the closeness and her warmth that he was now admiring up close.

“Im doin’ just fine. How ‘bout yourself?” Her sickeningly sweet southern accent hits his ears, making him unable to stop a smile from tugging at his lips.

“I’ve been worse.”

“Long day I take it?” She asks, sipping from her glass, not diverting her gaze from him. Her face takes on a concerned expression. He has to glance away from the look she gives him, deflecting his eyes to the fire. Something about the way she looked at him always seemed so soft and genuine. It turned him into a fool everytime.

“Ain’t they all.” He drawls, letting out a self deprecating chuckle.

Arthur stretches out his sore, muscled arms in front of him in an effort to work out the constant deep ache that his overworked body feels. His biceps flex through the thin material of his button up shirt, the material looking like it could give way any moment, unintentionally drawing Caroline's eye. Her heart speeds up as she takes another sip from her glass, doing her best to quiet her thoughts of him with liquor. A quiet, painful groan slips from his mouth at the movement. He closes his eyes and rolls his neck to try and soothe discomfort.

“Did’ya hurt yourself?” She asks swiftly, her voice filling with immediate concern. Arthur scolded himself, trying to push down the warmth he felt over her worrying for him. It was her job.

His eyes warmed at her concern, making her wonder if it was the pain or her that caused the change. She hoped it was the latter. “my shoulder just been actin’ up on me. nothin’ for you to fuss about.”

“Well, if ya keep throwin’ your weight around it ain’t never gon’ heal.” She laughed softly, shaking her head as if she was scolding the tough and hardened man beside her.

He made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a groan, hating to be reminded of how often he seemed to be caught in some violent altercation nowadays. He hated it more coming from Caroline, the sweetest woman he knows. He couldn't help but feel like she should loathe him and this life. That she should turn heel and run while she still had a chance at a good life. Maybe even being able to settle down with a rich man somewhere, raise a family. The things a woman like her should be able to do. Not running with a gang of criminals.

“It ain’t the “throwing my weight around,” He says chuckling, repeating her choice of wording. “I’m just gettin’ old”

“Oh, you are not gettin’ old you silly man!” She whacked his arm playfully, the sound making a weak thump because of her carefulness, taking extra precaution to hit his forearm and not his sore shoulder.

All he musters out is a small lighthearted scoff at her strike, which felt more like a love tap.

“It ain’t age! It's all that punchin’ you're doing.” A weak attempt at chastising him, but she's not able to keep the smile off her lips long enough. “And yes, I did hear about that fight at the saloon.”

He looked over at her and the way she clicked her tongue in disapproval. She was still wearing that same smile. He couldn’t help but chuckle when she raised her eyebrows at him, the expression playfully reprimanding him and silently telling him that she was owed an answer.

“Yeah, I guessed you would’ve heard about it. But, they were was askin’ for it.” He felt an odd sense of understanding when she didn’t disagree with him but instead laughed and shook her head affectionately. “I'm sure they was.” Maybe she didn’t see him and his life as horribly as he thought.

“I guess maybe I can be a hotheaded fool sometimes.” He spoke, berating himself under the appearance of a good humored joke.

“That you certainly can be.” She chuckled, with a warm grin. He heard no malice in her words.

The way Arthur sits with his shoulders hunched forward, It's obvious he’s tired, sore, and overworked. It breaks her heart, the way he does so much for others here just to end up sitting here aching internally and externally.

“C’mere,” She gestures to the dirt ground under her feet. “Let me see what I can do for ya.” the pleading in her voice sounds like this is just as much for her as it is for him.

He doesn't want to. Making her work for him? No, it should be the other way. For a girl like her, he should be spending every waking minute running around making sure she has everything she could possibly want.

Before he can turn down her offer, she snaps her fingers, pointing at the same spot. She won't allow him to put himself last this time.

“Yes ma’am” He chuckles at her unusual assertiveness.

She carefully lays her hand on his shoulder, as if she was checking to make sure he wouldn’t flee like a wild horse the moment he felt her touch. Once certain, she rolls the pad of her thumb over his sore muscle, taking great care to be gentle. Like there was something she cherished under hands. The fabric of his shirt moves along with the movement of her thumb, stopping her hands from being able to touch his skin.

His broad shoulders relax under her touch, goosebumps rising over his skin when she touches him so delicately. He’s grateful for the shirt covering him so she can’t feel the way his skin reacts so easily to her touch. His head hangs forward as he lets out a quiet groan of contentment, relishing in the feeling. Whether it's the feeling of the sore muscle being worked loose or the feeling of being cared for so sweetly he’s not so sure. She peers down at his face and sees his eyes flutter closed as she continues her soothing movement. Her eyes were stuck on his face as he relaxed for the first time.

The smile lines around his mouth made it obvious he wore a warm expression often no matter how tough he looked at a moment's glance. His aging eyes were developing small wrinkles on the outer corners from years of squinting in the sun and all the times his bountiful laugh trailed up to his eyes. He always smelled of tobacco and ash, even his scent exuded warmth if you're able to get close enough to notice.

Arthur Morgan, The man who could make statues talk. He didn’t look intimidating to her, he rarely ever did but, especially not in the vulnerable position she’s seeing him in now. In their closeness, she could see the way the longer pieces of his growing stubble had a small curl to them, The way he had a few tiny freckles across the bridge of his nose, presumably from being in the sun his whole life. She realized he didn’t look so sad for once, he looked peaceful. And she was the one making him feel that way.

“That helpin’ at all?” She asks quietly, close enough to him that he feels her breath against his ear.

He nods sleepily, angling his neck to the left to stretch the muscle she’s working on. With the more exposed area, she runs her thumb along his neck, landing just under his jaw bone. He lets out a low, content murmur to answer her. “Mhmm” With her hands on him, she can feel the vibration of his rumble throughout her.

“Alrigh’, jus’ relax.” She whispers, her calm voice mixing with the sound of the crackling fire and the waves of the bay lapping quietly.

He lets out quiet, low groans here and there. The rumble in his voice suggests the sound is emanating from somewhere deep in his chest. His head hangs in his calm state, being enveloped in warm light.

Although this was meant to help him, she could feel it soothing her as well. She craved tenderness so deeply that this moment felt like a relief from all the toughness around her. She wasn’t just offering gentleness, she was receiving it. Arthur trusted her touch and surrendered to it. In this intimate moment, he let her be gentle and soft. For now that’s what she needed.

Even though his hands weren't on her at all, she felt as though they may as well could've been.

“That should help it at least.” She feathers her massage off, now just gently running a soothing hand over the muscle. “I don’t wanna end up aggravatin’ it more.”

He rolls his neck as he stands back up, positioning himself on the log once more. “Felt real nice. Thank ya” She feels his hand pat against her knee, gently squeezing it. Her leg felt cold after the loss of contact, even through a layer of fabric. A chill goes through her entire body. She's grateful for the long skirt covering her legs so he can’t feel the goosebumps across them.

“Don't mention it.” She says dismissively, although her heart is hammering in her chest. She takes a sip from her glass hoping he’ll believe the alcohol is the reason for the redness washing over the apples of her cheeks. “Just glad it did ya some good.”

“You’re a damn fine nurse, Caroline” A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, looking almost jovial in nature. He doesn’t look so tense anymore. His shoulders fall in a more relaxed manner and the fire casts long bronze shadows over him, creating contours on his face that give his usually piercing eyes a new kind of gentleness.

“Well thank you Mr. Morgan” She beams at him, happy that her work is noticed. Especially by him. She’s constantly half exhausted with all she does in camp, fixing every small ailment that anyone complains of. And yet, shes not bringing in money or doing “domestic chores” so, Grimshaw sees no worth in her. “I do my best to keep you boys alive.” She laughs.

He scoffs with a lighthearted chuckle at her calling him “Mr. Morgan” He turns his gaze to the fire, watching it dance for a few moments before his eyes flicker down to his hands, looking at them with distant thought. “We’d probably be in a lot worse shape without ya…”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” She laughs bashfully. She’s never been one to accept a compliment easily. But, something about the sincerity his voice holds always manages to make her consider that it could be the truth. She laughs again, shaking her head as if she was physically shaking the thought out. “Now, any other ways you’ve gone and gotten yourself hurt that I should know about?” Her eyebrows raise playfully.

The same scoff leaves his mouth, along with a low chuckle. “No, nothin’ else. Not now at least.”

“Well stop goin’ and gettin’ yourself hurt and maybe it’ll stay that way.” A warm smile bloomed across her face. He couldn’t help but notice the way a small crinkle formed across the bridge of her nose when she laughed. The sight captivated him too much, she seemed almost holy to him.

“I’ll try. No promises” He said with a chuckle that sounded from deep within his chest. “But, I'll try for you.”

[winniethewife]

Quiet moments and Silent Questions (Moon Knight System x reader)

Inspired By @guruan art linked below

https://www.tumblr.com/guruan/707431147652694016/silent-question

Warnings: Fluff, Angst and Flirting. In that order.

Words: 1030

Steven

She and Steven were sitting across from each other in at the café, trying to squeeze in some time together, before she leaves for an inconveniently timed business trip. Things were just really starting to make sense, they had just started to get serious in this relationship, Steven had finally found the courage to tell her he was a system, and what that meant, it was bumpy at first, but she felt like she was handling it well.

So of course the minute the four of them were just starting to get into the flow of things, is when her boss decided this would be the best time to send her to help with the start up with a new branch of the company, in Switzerland, for a month. She had tried to argue she had personal things to attend to at home, but without having a real reason, not wanting to divulge anything about her boyfriend(s?) she was forced to go or say good bye to any chance of a promotion in the next year. So here she was, sitting with Stevens hands in hers their tea cups cold and long forgotten as they opted to just sit together. Enjoying each other’s quiet company.

She could tell Steven wanted to say something, the way his brow slightly furrows, he searches her eyes looking for an answer to the question in his mind. Wets his lips with his tongue, before he looks directly at her, the concerned lines in his fore head as his eyebrows push together, and his dark eyes meeting hers with desperation.

“Can I kiss you? Please?”  He silently begs.

She gave him the smallest smile, before leaning in to kiss him, her soft lips on his, gently moving together. At first she looks into his eyes as they kiss before softly closing them as she puts her hand on his cheek.

Marc

When she got back from Switzerland it was really hard for them to fall back into any sort of pattern. But Marc took the absence the hardest. Which led to him retreating to the headspace more often than not. She tried to be patient but this was starting to become a problem. She would come back to Steven’s flat at the end of the day and there would be signs that Marc had been fronting, things of his left out, or a suddenly fronting Steven or Jake standing in the middle of the room, often confused as to why they were suddenly pushed out. Bothering everyone else involved, Including the cat. He was avoiding her and that hurt. It hurt a lot.

Eventually one day, Steven and Jake convinced him to talk to her. he sat at the end of the bed, hair pushed back brow furrowed, his usual serious expression on his  face. She came in after a long day of work and saw him waiting looking down at the ground as she came in. the silence was tense, but familiar. She got on her knees in front of him and he looked up at her. His face softened, eyes first then his brow rests as his lip gently part. He doesn’t know how to put it into words. He doesn’t know how to ask. But as so often the case his face spoke to her.

“Do you still love me?”  His fear and regret silently calls out to her

She takes his hands in hers and runs her thumbs over his knuckles. Her eyes meeting his as she gives him a gentle smile.

“I’ll always love you, no matter what. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” She says quietly. He rests his forehead on hers, their eyes close, sighs of relief leave their lips.

Jake

Date nights with Jake we’re always interesting, but nothing short of romantic. But it was actually the unplanned short moments where she isn’t expecting to see him that are the best to her. She was just walking home after having to stay late at work, her office wasn’t far from the flat, but it had gotten dark. She had waved goodbye to a coworker when she turns and under the streetlamp stood Jake, Bundled up for the chilly weather, hat pulled down over his forehead, gloved hands in his pockets. She smiled at him as she approached him he looks up at her with his own slight smile on his face. Offering her his arm, which she gratefully takes her fingers inter woven with his and pushed deep in his plush lined pocket.

They walked together in silence the moonlight guiding their path as she leans into him, shoulders touching, her head resting on his shoulder, her messenger bag over his shoulder as they walked. There wasn’t a need for talking or an explanation of his presence, just the sounds of the city around them was enough. As the wind starts to pick up he pulls her in closer, he wanted to protect her from everything, he probably had the hardest time while she was away for all the different business trips she went on for her job, He’s the one that fronts at the least convenient times to have a relationship, especially one with any distance, but on top of that he can’t protect her when she’s half way around the world or in the middle of fucking nowhere, why did they have an office in Wichita Kansas anyway? But right now, he can walk her home, in the dark and keep her safe.

As they approached the flat she half expected him to give her a kiss on the cheek and head out, either to work some driving hours or do something for the stupid pigeon, but he turns to her, his slight smile widens to a smirk and he cocks an eyebrow flirtatiously as her gives her a good once over. This look definitely needed no translation.

“You…me…Bedroom?” His silent confidence in her answer leaves her laughing.

Hands still intertwined as they get in the elevator, past the front door, under the covers, and even as they fall asleep bodies intertwined with each other, A small dark hairless cat curling up beside them.

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Masterlist

A/N: Had to Squeeze Pequeña Viejita in there at the end <3

[golby-moon]

made a thingy for the @spnfolklorebang and dumped uh a lot of art on it. I now never wanna see and/or draw snow again (good thing it's July ig fghjfhfg)

so first up is the banner, in which I reuse the putting credits on trees thing because I'm very original with banners (at least it wasn't a desk this time gdfgdf). for some reason that sign with the title gives me Club Penguin vibes and I have no idea why, though I'm thinking idk maybe the colors? also look at me forcing myself to get better at drawing forests using that greyed out outline-less object method

drawing the Impala is Hard no matter the angle so I actually used a reference for once yay. just now realizing Dean might be too small but ehh. for this one, I really wanted to emphasize the fact that Cas isn't there at this point in the fic so I drew a lot of empty space in the Impala as opposed to zooming in on Dean and relieving myself of the burden of drawing more Vehicle. also this is my first time drawing snow like that how's it look. also also what no I totally didn't distort various sections of the banner to make the trees in the background what are you talking about

(bonus sketch but I originally just had the Impala all frosty like this and idk I was still somewhat fond of this version even if the fic had the Impala more snow-covered. looking at this now, the frost looks more like salt from the road than anything though :/)

oh no look away it's my attempt at drawing people squatting down ,_, (never a good thing though neither is me trying to shade stuff). nah but I actually found references of Dean and Cas squatting shockingly easily and tried to copy those. still doesn't look quite right imo but an attempt was made so that they could actually see the tiny prints in the snow which I think came out suspiciously well considering. the weird section of snow on the bottom right is supposed to be a slushy sort of river that's partially melted but not really so I tried to make it look kinda melted. also am I the only one who never realized until now that we never saw any of the main characters wearing any sort of winter clothes? they're up to their ears in flannel but don't have a coat or a warm hat??

bonus art piece thingy featuring Phillippe LeChat (the familiar from That One spn episode, since my boy Phillippe is featured in the fic). houses never come out looking quite right and the roof is a disaster but an attempt was made and yeah I did give him huge anime-ish eyes I don't make the rules

the fic this is made for is called "Full Snow Moon" by @mbqnoyolo

(07/06/24)]

[upsidedownwithsteve]

The First Day Of Christmas

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.3K]

“Babe,” Steve’s voice was soft, coaxing. “C’mon, can we just pick one? It’s freezing.”

It was sweet, the way Steve called you ‘babe,’ the way he tried not to grumble too much, the way he pressed his hand to the small of your back. 

‘Cause you weren’t exactly together, weren’t really dating — not yet anyway. It was that in-between stage, slightly awkward at times, always flirty, way too touchy, that butterfly stage, that flushed cheeks, bright eyes, soft smiles kinda stage. 

More than best friends, just missing the official title, the first date, the first kiss. And you were okay with waiting, ‘cause you’d realised early on that despite Steve’s willingness to flirt and smirk and crack bad jokes, the more you got to know him, the more scared he was to completely give in to falling in love again. 

Besides, Robin once told you that a group of Sports Illustrated models could walk in mid shift and Steve would still be staring longingly at the phone, wondering when you’d call. 

So yeah, you were okay with waiting… and being called sweet names and being touched all softly. 

“It’s not that cold, Steve,” you lied. You sniffed and blinked, eyes a little watery and nose numb from the chill but you needled your arm through the boy’s and led him through the makeshift forest. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

So Steve followed, mainly because you were so close and he could feel you brush up against his side, even through the thick layer of his sweater and coat. Plus you looked too cute, far too adorable to ever say no to. Bobble hat wiggling when you moved, your scarf - his scarf - trailing too long down your front, a wine red colour and knitted by El and Joyce. 

The parking lot of the town hall had been made into a Christmas market for the holidays, a collection of tiny huts and stalls that sold hot cider and chocolate, too big pretzels and warm doughnuts, covered with sticky sugar. The candles that Mrs Peterson was selling made everything smell like cinnamon and clove, candied apples and mulled wine. 

Then there was the tree farm, off to the side, a small jungle of evergreens that added to the cacophony of scents, the air all spruce, fir and pine. They were stacked by size, some as small as three feet, others stretching up to twelve. 

You’d looked at those first, the huge, bushy pine trees that had scattered needles at their bases and Steve had snorted and shook his head as he dragged you away. 

“That’s not fitting in your house, sweetheart, never mind on the top of my car.”

So you’d spent the last forty minutes pursuing each tree that was left, eyes bright as you inspected their branches, their trunks for stability and even going as far as to shake them a little too energetically, turning to Steve with a solemn expression to explain: 

“Hopper says you gotta check for rogue squirrels.”

But now it was late, the sun setting too quick in December and nighttime started at four o’clock. The dark sky brought stars and the moon and a new kind of chill in the air that made your breath linger, your ears numb, your feet sore. 

It was the kind of night where Steve wanted to be at home, as empty as it was, with the fire roaring and some kind of hot drink in his hand, definitely wearing some soft sweatpants rather than his Levi’s which were stiff with the cold. 

And maybe, just maybe, after he dropped off your chosen tree in your garage, he could tempt you back to his for a movie and some popcorn. A date that wasn’t really a date, only because he was still too scared to call it as such. Steve liked you, really, really liked you and it was as terrifying as it was exhilarating. ‘Cause you turned to him with flushed cheeks and wide, bright eyes, glittering with excitement. 

“What about this one?” You were holding the branch of a short, fat fir tree — it was the perfect green but the circumference of the thing was impossibly wide. 

Steve grimaced, head tilting this way and that as he examined your choice. The salesman was lingering, edging in closer like he could smell the dollar signs amongst the chestnuts and candy canes. Steve glared at him. 

“I don’t know, it’s a little… stumpy, no?” Steve tried not to grin when you huffed, offended for the tree. “I don’t think it’ll fit, babe, you won’t be able to move around the damn thing.”

And then it began again, tugging Steve by his cold hand around the lines of trees, expressing interest in all the ones that were too big and too tall and too expensive. So when the edges of the sidewalks started to crystallise, icing over with silver glass, Steve stood too close behind you and hooked his chin on your shoulder.

His cheeks were rosy, nose a little pink and it was freezing when he nudged it to your cheek. You squeaked but didn’t try to hide from it, welcoming every part of his closeness, cold skin be damned. 

“How much longer?” He pouted. Steve really hated being cold. “What do I have to do to make you pick the next tree you see, huh?”

You smiled, body warming despite the cold ‘cause Steve made it sound so much more salacious than the words needed to be. 

You turned, cheek pressed to his until you could see his lashes out of the corner of your eye, the pink of his lips, until his aftershave stayed on your coat for the rest of evening.  

“Depends what you’re offering, Harrington,” you replied. 

It was too easy to flirt, especially when Steve was as pretty as he was. It wasn’t new, the teasing tones, the scandalous words, the way you both looked at each other, yearning, wanting. But what Steve said next? That was very, very new. 

“I’ll give you a kiss,” it was whispered, sweet words pressed to the apple of your cheek, like a secret, like a promise. And then, even softer, a little less sure sounding, “if you want.”

You turned, eyes wide, searching Steve’s. You looked for the humour there, the joke you expected to see but the boy was looking nervous and serious, lips bitten and parted, cheeks pink from more than the cold. 

“Yeah?” You asked and it sounded like ‘it’s time?’

“Yeah,” Steve answered and it sounded like ‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’

You picked the next tree you saw, rounding the corner to see a sad looking pine, too skinny, a little lopsided but you grinned and paid the man the twenty dollars he asked for, ignoring his strange look, ‘cause all you could see was the way Steve was grinning, lighting up the night brighter than summer itself. 

You almost forgot about the tree. Walking away without it, laughing a little too loudly when Steve ran back for it and starting dragging the poor thing across the parking lot. And when he finally wrestled it onto the roof of his car, ropes strapping it down a little haphazardly, he turned to you and couldn’t help but grin. 

You didn’t speak, neither did he. But you moved like it was choreographed, like you knew what to do, like you could read each other perfectly after waiting for so long. You leaned in, pushed up on your toes and Steve ducked down, hands clasping your cold cheeks, his colder fingers pushed to your jaw and you heard his little sigh before his lips met yours — the softest sound, relief, anticipation, happiness. 

He tasted like peppermint hot chocolate, candy canes and Christmas, and his lips were so much warmer than the rest of him. 

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Would you care for a spare AU on this fine day?

Think about it: Moon Bunnyblade

Bunnies live on the moon in their very nice Bunny Kingdom. But even in the very nice Bunny Kingdom, there are still lost and forgotten children. Children on the streets with no one to take care of them. Seen as nuisances and not worth anyone's time. Pests.

Technoblade is not a pest. He is a very smart bunny.

I mean, how many six year olds know how to sneak to earth?

Earth is a bit scary because there are these terrifying tall swaying things (trees) and tons of these really weird colorful things (flowers). But he is a brave bunny and he persevered.

He runs into a 6 year old Wilbur and is in absolute awe of the wings on the kid's back. Wilbur, in turn, is fascinated by Techno's soft looking ears.

They click immediately.

Techno sneaks off the moon more and more, bringing sweet treats he stole to share with his first and only friend. Wilbur enjoys talking to Techno and singing him pretty songs. Best buds.

Wilbur introduces Techno to Philza and THAT is a little scarier. Philza has very sharp claws. He is very tall. And, unlike Wilbur, he can actually fly.

He also has a very shiny hat. Gold and emeralds.

Philza welcomes Technoblade into his very big house and Technoblade is happy to play with Wilbur in the massive halls. Philza is kind enough to provide a wide range of vegetarian options so Techno doesn't have to eat the stinky meat.

Philza is very curious about the Moon Bunnies legendary potions, but Techno doesn't know much about them. He's a street kid. He can't read.

Philza teaches him to read and Wilbur begins to have sooooooo much trouble dragging his friend out of the library. He tries his best to convince his Dad to un-literate his new friend.

As nice as Earth is, though, Techno still always returns to the moon. It's his home, though it begins to feel less and less that way.

He spots an old book in a trash can.

It's not particularly rare or out of the ordinary. There were tons of books on potions on the Moon. He had never gotten to have one, but he saw them all the time.

He immediately takes the dingy book with him back to earth to give to Phil. Phil is over the moon (pun intended)

The Moon Kingdom is NOT happy about this.

Little street rat running around on the earth? Who cares!

Little street rat sharing kingdom secrets to their enemies, The Elytrians? Big Problem.

The soldiers chase Techno down, intent to bring him into custody. But his is six (maybe seven, now) and he is afraid. So he runs, as fast as he can, to the one place that feels safe.

He ends up really REALLY injured and collapses in the woods outside of whatever city the Elytrians live in.

Wilbur was expecting his friend to come that day and goes out to look for him, only to find him in a puddle of blood unconscious and FREAKS OUT. He runs to get his dad, but he is so upset that it takes Philza a while to figure out what happened. When Philza does figure it out, he goes out and carefully picks up the little bunny and brings him back to be helped.

Its a good thing Techno gave him that potion book otherwise Techno would be dead. As it is, he loses a foot, but he will live.

The Bunny Kingdom sends a diplomat and demands that Philza overturns the criminal and the book.

Philza refuses both and the Bunny Kingdom says that it will be seen as a declaration of war.

Philza says bring it.

Aaaaaand that's all I got! Philza probably crushes the bunnies and keeps his new fluffy son. Honestly, he is really soft and fluffy. Very cuddle-able. He's probably going to insist on carrying him everywhere, he is so incredibly soft.

A mean kick, though. Best to stay on the footless side when you demand he eats broccoli.

Sometimes you send me banger asks like this and I keep them hostage in my inbox for over a month (this one is from December 2023) and I feel bad but I do this because I wanna reread them over and over and over again. I love this one in particular, this is just so HNNNN

[milliesfishes]

hi i love you so much you’re so amazing and talented and incredible and perfect and wonderful and i’m so obsessed with you!!!!!!!!!!!!

could you write one about how you’re feeling really insecure about yourself and billy comforts you???

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓮𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 tw: body issues (also thank you lovey!)

For most of your life, you'd only had yourself to rely on. When you had bad days or someone said something that send you spiraling, the only person you had to comfort you was within, and they didn't do a very good job.

This resulted in years and years of qualms with your personality, but most especially your body. It seemed nothing could ever be quite right. There was always something amiss, something that would make you perfect if it was fixed. Convinced everyone who said you were pretty was a liar, you fought a constant battle internally.

Billy slithered into your life with a flood of sweet words and a barrage of reassurances. You felt guilty that he constantly had to remind you that he didn't find you horrible, but he did it. And it only made you love him more.

But still you tried to hide it from him, knowing it would be exhausting if he really knew how insecure you were. If you'd been taught anything, it's that it wasn't attractive to be unsure of yourself. You didn't want to drive him away because something in your mind was messed up.

There was a period of time when you were really in the pits. You avoided mirrors because you couldn't stand to see yourself. Any compliments to you, about your body or personality, made you disgusted with yourself.

You didn't think Billy noticed, the way he likened you to beautiful things. Wildflowers, rivers, smooth stones he found on the banks. Everything he found that was natural and lovely he automatically tied to you. It made you smile, but immediately it was followed by a wave of doubt.

Billy was very in tune with how you were feeling, and he did notice sometimes, but that only motivated you to become better at hiding it. You would be uncharacteristically quiet some days, and Billy wouldn’t say anything, just hold you extra tight, maybe give you a few more kisses. Anything to coax a little smile out of you.

But on days like today hiding felt impossible.

You came home from town and set your bag on the floor, leaning against the counter and taking in a deep breath. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it has to be okay.

Someone you’d known for awhile had commented on how skinny you were, and made a joke about how you needed to eat more. You’d laughed and smiled tightly, clenching your fists so your nails dug into your palms.

Now, you were leaning on your kitchen counter, trying to hold back tears and making half moon indents in your palms. You wanted to scream and tear your hair out.

All you wanted to be was skinny and it turned out when you were that, it was a bad thing. You couldn’t win; not in your mind and not with anyone else. Despite your efforts, another tear slipped down your cheek.

You heard the heavy sound of boots on the floor and straightened up, the heel of your palm going to your cheek to brush away the tear as you turned around.

Billy was all smiles as he came in. “There’s m’ sunshine. Hi baby.” He reached for you immediately, sliding his arms around your waist and leaning down, pecking you once on the lips once. The brim of his hat slid up over your head as he nudged his nose against yours. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled softly, kissing him again.

He kissed your forehead. “How’s m’ girl? Have a good day?”

You knew your eyes were blank, but you forced a smile. “Yeah. Yeah, it was good.”

At first he smiled back, but as he searched your eyes he started to frown. “Whatsa matter, honey?”

Tilting your head in surprise, you said, “Nothing’s wrong.”

He thumbed the side of your cheek. “Your eyes are extra bright. Always are when you’ve been cryin’, or when you’re about to. What’s wrong, honey?”

That intimate observation made your eyes well up, and your lower lip trembled. Effort was made on your part to stop, but it didn’t work and before you knew it you were in tears and he was pulling you in closer.

“My girl,” he murmured, his hand finding a home at the back of your head and stroking your hair. “You get it out, mkay? Ya don’t cry ‘nough and it gets all bottled up.”

“I hate crying,” you sniffled, clutching at his shirt. It was true- crying was something you found embarrassing and weakening; at least for yourself.

“Ain’t no shame in it,” he rubbed your back gently. “You’re so strong; gotta get it out every once in a while.”

He brought you over to a chair, holding out his hand so you could sit on his thigh. But, biting your lip, you forwent it for a nearby chair. Billy's brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't question it.

You were completely in your head. Even though the woman's comment had been about how you were too skinny, you still felt like you were too heavy. And you didn't want to sit on Billy when you were feeling like that.

"Somethin' happen in town, my love?" he asked quietly, reaching for your hand and holding it to his lips. "Someone say somethin'?"

"It's so stupid," you confessed, one elbow resting on the table, your hand over your eyes.

"Not if if made ya cry, sweet thing." His thumb rubbed your knuckle.

Letting your hand fall on the table, you looked at him, into his comforting blue eyes. "I...I'm having one of..." you pinched the side of your waist, eyes falling to the bit of skin between your fingers. "These days."

Instantly, Billy knew what you meant. He clicked his tongue in understanding, holding out a hand for you. You shrank back a little, your eyes wide. Noticing this, he re-emphasized his hand. "I know what you're thinkin'. I'm a strong man, baby. You ain't ever gonna be too heavy for me."

Reluctantly, you got up and sat on his firm thigh. He kissed your temple and settled a gentle hand on your waist, rubbing slightly. "What happened?"

"Someone said I was 'too skinny'," you mumbled, and he sucked in a breath, his arm around you feeling more protective now. "Probably didn't mean anything by it. But it hurt."

"Course it did, sweet girl," he said sympathetically, and pulled you to sit right up against him so he could hold you properly. You settled close, your head resting on his shoulder.

Once he knew you were safely breathing against him, Billy dragged his fingers up and down your back. "You know I think you're perfect. Every bit of ya."

"I just..." you looked down at yourself frustratedly, your voice getting softer and higher as it poured out of you. "I can't ever be good enough. And there's nothing I can do to make it better. I can't skip enough meals or be active enough to get to where I wish I could be. I'm just... I'm convinced everyone sees me this way and I hate it."

Billy listened intently. One of your favorite things about him was that you never felt like he was judging you. Once you were finished, he sat silently, just rubbing your back gently for a moment.

Then, he carefully lifted you up by the hips, so you were standing, then getting to his feet himself. Holding out his hand, he gave you a little smile. "Can we try somethin'?"

You nodded, putting your hand in his and letting him lead you into your bedroom, sitting you down on the bed. When your eyes strayed to the mirror, he turned your cheek, so you were looking back at him. "Eyes on me sweetheart." Billy knew about your struggles with seeing your appearance that way. "That can't show ya what I want you to see."

Kneeling in front of you on the bed, Billy looked up at you, his hands on your knees. "I've got too quick a temper with everyone except you. I can't always say the things I mean. I wish I wasn't so tall so I could lean down and kiss ya better. My body runs hot, and I don't like that cause then I can't hold ya during the summer."

Brow furrowing, you tilted your head. Reaching forward to him, you opened your mouth. "Billy-"

He shook his head, meeting your eyes intently. "Do you see any of that when ya look at me?"

Shaking your head slowly, you breathed, "No."

Billy nodded, lifting both your hands to his mouth and kissing them. "I promise that when anybody looks at ya, they don't see what you see. They don't even think it. All they know's that you're pretty 'n cute."

He came up to sit on the bed with you, taking your face in his big hands. "You're beautiful-" he kissed your forehead. "-the most beautiful girl in the world-" a kiss to your cheek. "-and the sweetest-" your other cheek was kissed. "-and the best, my best girl." His lips pressed to your nose gently, then concluded pressing softly to yours.

Pulling back slightly, he pushed some of your hair behind your ear. "I wish more 'n anything that you could see yourself the way I do. My beautiful girl."

Even though he couldn't make you see yourself that way, looking at him and seeing it reflected in his eyes was the next best thing. The way he looked at you...it was believable that you were what he said.

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck and finding your solace in the safest spot in the world. Billy held you tightly, whispering "I love you" over and over into your hair.

It would have been hard not to love that about him. That he would tell you anything over and over until you believed it.

"I know you're gonna have days where you ain't feelin' the best 'bout yourself," he muttered, his chin resting on your head as he kissed your hair. "I know it ain't gonna just go away after this. But I'm here. Always gonna be here to pull ya back 'n tell you just how perfect you are."

Cuddling into his chest, you nodded, completely relieved that he understood. Billy was an angel as far as you were concerned. And you knew he would hold you until you thought you were too.

[palskippah]

Hi! You saw preg Bowuigi, but may I present to you… preg Mareach ✨

The thought won't leave my mind after I mindlessly drew Mario asking Luigi how is it to be pregnant and then it escalated from there 😔

So! Here's some headcanons (that you can find too in the drawings) for this:

Edit! I deleted the suggestive-y ideas to make it more all viewers-friendly, sorry!

-Mario and Luigi's mamma and uncle are twins, so they have this 'twin gene', and it just so happens that Mario got twins first try and Luigi didn’t.

-Mario has thoughts when seeing his bro expecting, he develops a serious case of baby fever that he refuses to tell anyone about. Like he catches himself thinking about him and Peach expecting and her acting in the overly attentive way that Bowser does, or thinking of a tiny blonde baby with a button nose and blue-sky eyes. He feels a bit guilty about these thoughts.

-Luigi eventually pries the information out of Mario and tries to convince him to talk to Peach about it, that she’d be understanding even if she doesn’t like the idea. Mario’s stubborn and just doesn’t and feels bad for wanting a baby too just because his bro is going to have one.

-To Mario’s surprise (and relief) it’s Peach who mentions the idea of having children (he feels a bit embarrassed that she easily used the exact words he scolded himself for: “I want a baby”), so they shyly entertain the idea.  And they decide they'd like to be parents in the future.

-When Magma (that's the Bowuigi baby's name!) grows and gets to the toddler stage, Mario finally decides that they could start trying.

-(Corny and I pulled this from Deadpool 2 but) He gives the 'green light' to Peach as a sort of anniversary gift and she's so happy she jumps in place and holds him to her chest and rambles about what to name the baby and how they'd look and what they'll do together and– Mario jokingly reminds her that first she's gotta put a baby in him for that to happen.

-Luigi is really excited when Mario and Peach tell him that they’re expecting. He hugs them both and says he can’t wait to finally be an uncle, and that they’ll be great parents.

-Luigi spoils his bro the same way Mario did with him when he was expecting Magma, like baking him treats and his favorite foods whenever they’re at their house and overall being a very good bro.

-Soon Peach arranges a room to make a nursery and plans how it’ll be.

-When they discover it's twins she makes arrangements again to adapt it for two babies, assigning a color to each baby’s things, because she thinks that Mario and Luigi having their signature colors is adorable.

-When they’re back from the doctor after discovering they’ll have twins, they’re both happily thinking about two children. Peach of snuggly wrapped little babies with round noses and brunette hair, and Mario for some reason thinks of two blonde toddlers with matching hats and blue overalls.

-Mario's belly looks big soon and Peach is over the moon because he's so round and handsome.

-He's so shaped.

-Due to almost all of the Mushroom Kingdom citizens being small Mario often loses sight of them, especially when talking to toads. They love to stand close and right in front of him, even if Mario tells them to stand at his side so he can see them. Mario's pretty sure not even the toads can see him over his belly and yet they don't listen.

-Mario lives at Peach's castle but he and Luigi still kinda often stay at their own little house at the outskirts of Toad Town. Luigi sometimes goes by himself or brings some of his children. They like to have some kind of peace apart from their families and the royalness of it all. (Thinking about the fact that Bowser went on a vacation by himself as Junior said once in a game sjdks)

-Peach is very excited for the babies and she always asks for permission to caress his belly and to hold it and to kiss it. She talks a lot to the babies too, even at times holding very long one-sided conversations with them while Mario listens in with an absolutely besotted smile.

-Many nights, when Mario's sprawled on his side with his arms in weird positions and snoring away and Peach's at his back holding him, she mumbles on and on sweet words to her children and her boyfriend, and holds Mario closely.

-Ever since they know he's expecting, Peach randomly suggests baby names to Mario, who shakes his head or actually explains why he doesn't like them. She suggests one day a couple of names just for funsies and to her surprise Mario loves them.

-Peach leaves their bed very early to focus on her royal duties all morning, while Mario's asleep almost until midday surrounded by an insane amount of red and pink pillows.

-Peach eats red power up mushrooms to be able to easily carry Mario around when he gets too tired, that way she doesn't get tired either.

-Late on Mario gets the 'pregnancy brain', he forgets things and sometimes does stupid stuff. Once at their house he dropped a fork, and since it never crossed his mind to ask for help or pick another one from the kitchen cabinet, he ended up stuck in a crouch when trying to reach it, yelling for Luigi to come help him up.

-Donkey Kong and Mario are mean besties, and DK often teases Mario and vice versa. Like DK purposefully drops something and asks in a faux nice voice for Mario to pick it up for him, then does the laugh™ as Mario stares at him unamused.

-DK used to (gently) push Mario to sit in soft furniture and laugh at him for getting stuck. Mario would sulk and cross his arms over his belly until the stupid monkey dignified himself to help him up. Until DK did it one day that Mario had been particularly tired about the pregnancy, and besides the usual reaction he also got misty-eyed and his lower lip wobbled. DK freaked out and couldn't figure out how to console him as Mario silently cried. Peach almost obliterated DK on the spot when she caught them.

-Since then DK isn't as mean with Mario until the babies are born weeks later. Also, he's a bit terrified of Peach now.

-Magma, who's still a toddler, often asks her uncle-mama when the babies are going to come out of his belly so she can meet them.

-They have twin girls! They're identical when they're babies and kids but when they grow older they have more noticiable differences (like height, same as Mario and Luigi and their mom and uncle)

-They’re Nettarina and Mariella. Sadly I don’t care how silly the names are, I like them and so does Mario aksjdksajd

-Mario has strong genes so their babies look a lot more like him than Peach (who’s glad, because she wanted to have two mini Marios!), although he hoped they’d look more like her.

-Mario is already fat and he gets even fatter with the pregnancy.

-The girls (and Magma too) speak fluent italian and english.

And that’s what I have so far! I know i missed some characters that I could have mentioned like Daisy or Toad and others, but maybe I’ll think of them too for another post c:

I hope you liked them, and if you have any other ideas or headcanons feel free to share them, I’d love to know!

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

1. Fairytale

From the june prompts. Set in the "accidental baby acquisition" au.

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For a decade, Anetra did not have a semblance of a sleep schedule, and that was how she liked it. She made her own hours, she was her own man. It meant she could go out in the middle of the week and get fucked up, then sleep it off until past noon and wake up fresh as a lettuce, knowing she had all night to catch up on work. That was the life.

And now here she is, eleven pm and exhausted already, struggling not to fall asleep in her baby sister’s tiny bed, again. It’s so bad for her back.

“Milena, please, it’s way past your bedtime.”

“I’m uncomfortable,” Milena complains, tossing and turning under the sheets.

She’s already asked for a glass of water, an extra blanket, a story, but nothing’s working tonight.

“Alright, wanna read another book?” Anetra attempts, rubbing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Goodnight Moon? The Very Hungry Caterpillar? The Cat in the Hat?”

Milena shakes her head at all the options. She’s quickly getting bored of the small collection of books she has, since they need to read at least two every night before she can fall asleep. Anetra should take her to a bookstore soon. That would make a good Saturday. God, she’s gotten so lame.

“Can you tell me a story? A new story.”

“What kind of story? A fairytale?” Milena nods and turns to face Anetra, expectant, curling her hands under her cheek.

“‘Kay. Hm.” Her eyes keep closing on their own. “Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a princess– no, a queen, ‘cause she had a crown and stuff.”

“Princesses have crowns,” Milena informs her.

And then, Anetra feels tiny hands and feet dig into her body as Milena climbs over her to get down from the bed and go to her costume trunk.

“No, Mile, it’s late, buddy, it’s bedtime,” Anetra says, sitting up. “Come lay down.”

Milena obeys, like always, but she managed to find a tiara and she puts it on as she goes. Anetra sets her in bed again, but then Milena can’t lay down comfortably with the plastic tiara, and when she tries to take it off, she finds it got tangled in her hair and it hurts when she pulls on it. Anetra tries but doesn’t fare better, and Milena’s almost at the point of tears when Sasha appears on the doorframe like she knows she’s needed.

“What’s going on, girls?”

“I can’t take it off,” Milena explains in a wobbly voice.

“Oh, baby.”

Sasha sits at the foot of the bed and reaches for Milena, who immediately leaves Anetra’s side for Sasha’s. Quickly and painlessly, Sasha detangles the tiara from Milena’s hair without pulling on it once. Just another item in the long list of evidence that Sasha is magical in Anetra’s head.

Sasha kisses the top of Milena’s head and they get her under the covers again.

“Can you stay until I’m asleep? Netra’s going to tell us a story!”

“Really?” Sasha asks with too much mirth.

Anetra rolls her eyes and pats the bed, and Sasha lays down so that Milena is in the middle. Her fingers thread through Milena’s hair, and Anetra starts the story again.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a queen with a crown– though princesses can have crowns, too,” Anetra corrects herself before Milena does.

Milena nods approvingly and scoots back into Sasha’s arms, finally relaxing.

“The queen was beautiful, with dark hair and green eyes, and she gave the warmest hugs.” Anetra waits for Sasha to catch on and give her that bashful smile she loves so much. “She also had the prettiest smile.”

Sasha shoves her shoulder for that one, then goes back to playing with Milena’s hair. The queen in the story goes through odd adventures and befriends forest creatures and engages in general queen-ness, and by the time she gets her true love’s kiss, Milena is sound asleep.

“Do you wanna stay over?” Anetra whispers to Sasha on the other side of the pillow.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’s late. You take the bed, I’ll take the couch. You need to sleep on a mattress, old lady.”

“Oh, and you think you’re chicken? Who’s the one falling asleep before midnight?”

“The same person who got woken up at six by a tiny creature staring at me from my bedside. I almost had a heart attack.”

Sasha muffles her giggles on the pillow, and Anetra thinks she couldn’t even dream up a queen more beautiful than her.