#smelly slippers

[liesbeths-slippers]

Well-worn 100% pure silk with cow suede sole slippers.

[king-dior]

My Smelly Socks and Smelly slippers you should be on your knees smelling 👃and worshipping a Superior master I’ll stomp my feet right into your worthless face 😈🦶🏾🧦♠️💪🏾👃🐽

[joeymas2020-blog]

[batsbratsandbarbedwire]

Eddie has always been meticulous about his things in a way Steve never was.

Hear me out. I see all the sloppy Eddie, unintentionally a mess, even smelly headcannons. But like, I grew up without money.

They're three days into the at home recovery leg of Eddie's healing, and Steve's finally gone out to get Eddie the second tooth brush he's been asking for.

Eddie had been resting his head back on the arm of the couch, and lulled it over to give Steve a sleepy grin when he saw the toothbrush.

"Such a sweetheart."

Steve might have scurried away, unsure how to handle all of that.

But when he came back later to ask Eddie what they wanted to do about dinner, he found Eddie with the new toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste scrubbing at his reeboks in small, practiced circles.

"Upside Down gunk ain't no joke," Eddie said from the floor, where he was criss cross with his shoes in his lap.

He was a little out of breathe. Looked in pain.

"You might be better off with a new pair," Steve said from the doorway.

Eddie hummed a small, soft noise.

What did Steve even do with his Upside Down shoes?

Eddie kept scrubbing.

"You want help?" Steve asked.

Eddie shrugged. "S'okay."

And then Steve kept noticing it. The way Eddie kept a napkin tucked between his pinky and palm whenever he ate. The way the books Dustin brought him were always stacked in a neet little pile on the bedside table, biggest on the bottom.

He even folded the weatpants he slept in when he got dressed for the day.

Steve had taken to hiding his dirty laundry pile behind his closed closet doors in case Eddie ventured into his room.

A couple weeks later, when Eddie was up and moving around, Steve walked in on him pairing Steve's sock right out of the dryer.

"You don't have to do that," Steve said. "I kind of just toss 'em in the drawer."

Eddie tilted his head a little. "What if you lose one?"

"I mean, they're socks. You just get more every so often, right?"

Eddie's brows furrowed. He blinked and his tongue poked out to run across his bottom lip. His voice was almost a whisper when he spoke next. "Habit, I guess." But he grinned at Steve, a flashy sort of smile, and made a whole show of intricately pairing all the rest of the socks.

It wasn't until Eddie and Wayne had their new place and Steve was a little high, tucked into the center of Eddie's bed that he noticed the way Eddie's cassettes were all alphabetically stacked and his clothes were sort of color arranged in his closet that he started paying more attention.

Everything had a place. There were a few mini figures on the bookshelf, but they were artfully arranged like they were meant to be there. His Reeboks, the ones he just took off, the ones he'd scrubbed down with toothpaste at Steve's were in line neatly with his slippers by the door. His slippers that looks sort of flat worn.

Eddie didn't have a lot of stuff. His guitar was probably the most flashy thing in the room, but even the cassettes and books, there was only, like, a handful of each.

"You're so organized," Steve said. High and kind of filterless.

"Gotta love stuff while you got it," Eddie shrugged from his perch on the floor. And he said it kind of second nature, like he did whenever he was quoting some decent piece of knowledge he'd picked up from Wayne.

"Oh," Steve said, thinking of his shoebox of cassettes he never really paid much mind to. Some of them were out of their cases and they were all just tossed around. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, that makes sense."

[fourseasonscomeandgo]

The Jealousy Playlist: That One Twice Song About Jelly.

Pairing: BLACKPINK Jennie x gn!reader.

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff.

When you first started dating Jennie you felt a little out of place. She's so elegant, surrounded by her life full of luxury and her high-class friends, dressed in the best brands, going to events where she rubs arms with rich people.

But as time goes by, you start to get to know your partner more in depth, and so you realized that, in the end, she's just a normal girl, who would rather stay at home with her dogs, order food and watch Friends with you than go to a Chanel party. She's much simpler than you imagined.

Naturally, you feel more comfortable after years of dating her. But you do admit that you're different types of people.

You know what I mean, right?

Like nerds and populars, like elite people and middle-class people, those kinds of distinctions. Well, Jennie is refined, delicate, a typical popular girl, but chill and nice. While you're a gamer.

An addicted, smelly gamer, who disappears for days because you're playing Valorant, whose room is a mess, and who wouldn't react if their very famous, very hot girlfriend showed up naked in their room because you don't want to get killed in the middle of your perfect streak.

You're a gamer who fulfills every stereotype.

Is there a cliché of the cool girl who dates a freaky?

That's why when you met the other members of Blackpink, the click with Jisoo was instant. You two are just pixel junkies who prefer their favorite character in Genshin Impact over real humans.

Since you met, you passed your phone numbers to each other and started contacting from time to time to start a game of anything. Eventually you became very close, as you're always playing together on call.

On friday you went to visit Jisoo, brought your computer and both of you started playing League of Legends. Of course, before you went you let your girlfriend know that you were going to visit her member.

But when sunday came and Jennie went to get a pair of shoes from her friend's apartment, and it was you who opened the door, she couldn't help but get a little upset due to the fact that she didn't know you were there.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned entering the place and taking off her sneakers to exchange them for slippers.

"We're playing LoL, I had already told you." You commented simply.

"Yes," she stated, turning to look at you "on friday you told me you were coming to play LoL." She clarified.

"Yes." You nodded your head.

"You've been here since friday!?" She exclaimed, somewhat frustrated.

"Yes." You repeated.

Let's see, you weren't planning on staying at the older's house for three days, okay, but you didn't think your girlfriend was going to mind either. I mean, you and Jisoo got together to play League of Legends. It doesn't get any less sexy.

The worst part is that now Jennie was mad at both of you and was telling you a lot of things, but you and the blackhaired girl were too sleep deprived to be able to pay attention to her.

Is that a red flag?

You can see Varus in her face.

You ended up gathering your things and going back to her apartment. The moment you walked in you went straight to throw yourself on the bed and fell sound asleep.

You woke up the next morning, barely understanding anything, but you put the pieces of the previous day together one by one.

You were playing League of Legends with Jisoo, you were having an amazing winning streak, you are an amazing Varus, but Jisoo as Rengar is out of this world, she should be playing in the world championship. You had just finished another victorious game and there was a knock at the door, to which your gaming partner, vaguely, already very blinded by sleep and the amount of hours of playing, remembered that your girlfriend would go to get a pair of shoes for some reason. You opened the door and after seeing you, she got mad, and then you ended up here.

Oh, and you haven't had a bath in about four days.

You got out of bed and rummaged through your partner's closet to find some of your clothes left there from other times you've stayed. Finally gathering enough, and a towel too, you headed for the bathroom.

As you left the room, you saw your girlfriend sitting eating breakfast at the kitchen counter, she glanced sideways at you for a moment, but then diverted her eyes to her food.

"I'll take a shower." You notify, but no one responded.

Now clean, you went out and sat down next to her, who was now on the couch. You stared at her, but she was too determined not to pay you any attention at all.

"Jennie."

There was no response.

"Jen."

...

"Love?"

Nothing.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked in an innocent tone, almost scared or disappointed in yourself.

Jennie turned her head towards you, with a concerned and tender expression on her face.

"No, my love..." she hastened to say, but cut off her own sentence "yes, yes you did do something wrong." She sentenced, as if she had remembered something just then.

"But," you began "I can't apologize to you if I don't know what I did wrong."

"Y/n!" She exclaimed, incredulous "You really don't know?"

"I really don't know." You assumed.

"You stayed three days in a row at Jisoo's house and didn't even tell me." She explained.

"Yes I did tell you!" You protested.

"The first day! You forgot the part where you stayed 48 more hours." She attacked back.

"We were playing, I didn't realize." You explained, softly "Sorry." You added.

"It's not enough."

"Why?"

"Because..." she sighed, stressed "What if you fall in love with Jisoo because she likes the same things you like?" She expressed nervously "My sexy partner spent three days in a row at my sexy friend's house, alone! Anything could have happened." She added.

"Jennie, no one thinks I'm sexy." You said expressionless.

"What are you talking about?"

"All I talk about all the time is games and gamer gear, I never leave my house, I dress in the first thing I find, which sometimes doesn't match, and if I walk too fast I get very agitated and sweat a lot." You explained, to which she made a face of dislike "The day I met you, I told you about the complexity of the Zelda universe and confessed that I've gone as long as eleven days without a bath because I wanted to complete a game."

She brought her hand to her face, covering her mouth, pretending to get emotional, then wiping away a fake tear.

"Baby, that's so hot" She replied sarcastically.

"I know you love me, God! I'm so damn lucky you love me, I'm thankful everyday because someone like you cares for me so much, I would never dare to lose you." You confessed "And less for someone like Jisoo, babe, I've seen that girl pick up takis with her toes to her mouth just to not let go of the joystick." You made a disgusted expression.

"You're right." Assumed your girlfriend, as if falling into reality again now that she was no longer blinded by jealousy.

She moved over to you and hugged you, kissing your cheek, then snuggling up to you.

"But let's be honest," She spoke again "you're an attractive gamer, okay?" You smiled at her observation "You have the most beautiful face and the brightest smile. Honestly, you could be nastier." You both laughed.

—O—O—

okay, i may have exagerated it a little bit, but this was so fun to write. the idea of jennie dating a weird dirty reader for some reason was so cute to me, this is a representation to the smelly part of the gamer community, okay?

sorry if you don't identify as a bathless, antisocial gamer, i still hope everyone likes it<3

—ica.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

I felt like giving you ideas again since yes

All are Pavitr x Readers

Angst :: Basically, this one can be a little hard to right but like, if you know Hamilton, the song "Satisfied" / "Burn/First burn"

Fluff :: It's basically from Hamilton (lol) again but it's the song "Helpless"

Princess!Reader x Commoner!Pavitr :: YOU AND PAVITR SNEAKING OUT INTO THE FORESTS HOLDING HANDS AND BASICALLY SHOWING PDA WHILE YOU R DISGUISED SO PEOPLE DON'T RECOGNIZE YOU AS THE PRINCESS <33

@ Feel free to use these ideas <3

Write well my fav writer ♡♡

Princess and the Spider

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Pairing: Commoner!Pavitr Prabhakar x Princess!Reader Summary: Pavitr and you sneak out into the woods, your secret spot. Lots of holding hands and basically showing PDA while you're disguised so no one recognizes you as the Princess Tags: Fantasy AU, Royalty, Secret Relationship, Lantern festival

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Deep brown skirt brushes against your feet as you run through the forest, the fabric swishing with your every move. The breeze is infrequent yet soothing enough under the scorching summer sun.

The empty jug in your arms feel heavy as you finally reach your secret place -the river bank- and lean down, filling the jug with water before you drink from it. Satisfied, you look into the moving waters to see your blurry reflection staring back at you. Dang, if your mother even got word of the state you’re in...

Tainted clothes, slippers, ungloved hands and in the wild without guards or handmaidens? Your mother, the Queen, will pracitcally have your head for it if she knew!

An echoing howl alarms you and you bunch up your skirt, ready to move, abandoning the stolen water jug as your feet hits the ground once again. Whatever beast chasing you maybe quick, but not as swift as you. Plus, you’ve brought your stiletto daggers just in case.

Perks of being a royalty.

“Careful, Princess”, a shadow swings from the air, coming to land behind you.

A smile pulls across your lips as you lower your weapon, blush rising to your cheeks. You’d know that voice in your sleep; the voice that never failed to make your heart flutter. 

He’s dressed in festive clothes today -a crisp red tunic and blue dhoti- and comes to stand before you, removing his decorative face mask. His radiant smile rivals a thousand stars; bright and energetic as if to illuminate the entire world. You’d even believe if he was the reason summers are hot.

“Meri jaan-“

“You’re under arrest!”, you announce and the next moment Pavitr becomes alert, raising his hands up in surrender. A hint of confusion dance in his cautious eyes, his confidence wavering. No.. you wouldn’t betray him like that..

You keep him at the edge of your dagger till you can contain it no longer. “For having amazing hair!”, you burst out laughing.

When realization dawns, he finally breathes a sigh of relief, shaking his head with a smile. How can Pavitr forget you’re the Queen of Pranks?

“Oh God, the look on your face!”, you say, pinching his cheeks as he playfully slaps your hands away.

He knows you won’t do that to him; In fact, you’d be the first to defend him.

Pavitr simply points to the notice pinned on the trees asking for The Spider’s identity in return for a thousand silver coins.

“Not even gold!”, he jokes, crossing his arms, “The King really is a miser.”

It was put up yesterday; not a good sign. You planned on doing something about it once you got back to the palace. Until then..

“Pavi..”, you drag sweetly, rubbing the sides of his arms in a soothing motion, “You promised me something yesterday. Remember?”

Pavitr’s face falls a little as he stutters, trying to deflect. “I, uh, the weather is too hot today, isn’t it?”

“No.” You huff and cross your arms, pulling away from him to sit by yourself on a log, pouting as you refuse to meet his face. 

“Meri jaan”, he begs in vain, “please understand, it would not be safe. Plus, you may not like it there. The town is dirty and smelly; especially too crowded today-“

“You said you’d take me to the fair! And I won’t talk to you until you do.”

The Queen used to lecture you that stubbornness is unbecoming of a Princess and would take you nowhere but they seem to work on Pavitr just fine. He sighs, shoulders sagging as he eventually caves in, shaking his head in playful exasperation.

“Has Your Highness tasted a panipuri before?”

Your grin is wide as you take his extended hand.

______

Squeals echo through the forest as he swings you through bridal style, his grip on your waist never faltering.

Hitting the ground at the edge of the thick woods, you’re quick to grab his hand and pull him towards the brightly lit festive town, skipping all the way uncaring of the dirt brushing against the hem of your once pristine dress. Mother would scold, but you know it’ll be worth it.

The fair Is as crowded as he rightly warned, but not much as you were accustomed to. The royal balls were even more populated, with desperate snobs trying to impress the upper class. This is way better compared to that.

The first thing to hit you is the festive ambience.

“FORTUNE! FORTUNE CALLS!'', a man yells. "IS THERE A BIG FORTUNE IN YOUR FUTURE? THE SEER ANSWERS, FOR ONLY THREE COINS!”

You eagerly drag Pavitr to the tiny stall -despite his protests that they are fake- and pay them a bronze, showing the old fortuneteller your palm.

“Oh! This is a royal hand!”, the elderly woman cries. You freeze in shock, sweating bullets. Have you been found out? It doesn’t help that the local guards are roaming the fair either.

Pavitr squeezes your other hand in reassurance, saying it’s just a metaphor for a readable palm -and, that they say this to those who seem to carry a heavy pocket. You snort quietly.

“Your bloodline will be filled with fortune-“, she says in an exaggerated voice, “-and a handsome Knight in a shining mask will come to your rescue!” She leans down to your ear in a stage whisper, “why, I bet, ‘tis the very lad  you’re with!”

Your cheeks instantly go pink and you shyly raise your eyes to meet Pavitr’s from under your lashes. He rubs his nape, blushing. “N-no.."

“Nuh-uh, don’t you dare lie to me, hero!”, the lady says and Pavitr goes red in the face. He drags you away, uncaring as to how many coins he pays her in haste just to leave the place quickly.

You laugh at his embarrassed face and pull him towards a face-painting stall.

He reluctantly agrees, instantly regretting it when the artist smears a fat blob of red across his features.

Pavitr gets the shock of his life when the artist hands him a mirror to see the outcome and lo, what does he see? His own alter-ego staring back at him with equal surprise. He is The Spider.

“Meri jaan!”, he whispers in alarm, tugging at your silk blouse, “people might find out!”

“No, they won’t”, you say, hooking your arm around his elbow as you walk him to a food stall. “Not today, atleast. Look!”

Indeed, all the children and young boys in the stall are waiting to be painted as The Spider. It puts a humble smile on Pavitr, a real, genuine one and he looks at you with eyes overflowing of love. Tears of awe gather in the corner of his orbs, which he blinks away rapidly; his love for you is beyond words.

A horn Is suddenly blown, signaling the time for the special event -everyone’s favorite part of the fair. You look around in confusion as people run hither tither, Pavitr leading you as you try to decipher what’s going on. Curious, you rise to stand on your tippy toes and peek over his shoulder.

Without warning, a handful of color powder is thrown on your face!

What the- Oh. They’re powdered dyes!

You giggle in understanding, finally catching up. Rushing to a nearby stall, you buy a pocket of green, yellow and orange liquid dyes while Pavitr buys blue, red and white -his signature colours- and aims them at you like a canon.

You mirror his stance. “It’s on, Spider!”

“Do your best, Princess”

SPLISH! SPLASH! SLPOTCH!

You’re the first to drench Pavitr in green, his face-paint mixing with the dye into a dirty brown. Squealing, you run as he chases after you with blue while all the colours of the rainbow fly over your head, thrown around by other people.

By the end of it, everybody is wet and unrecognizable yet ultimately happy. You share a laugh before everyone goes back to exploring the fair, preferring to enjoy the evening rather quietly.

After cleaning yourself up, Pavitr walks you around the fair buying you panipuri as promised, all the while holding your hand. You enjoy his arm around your waist, a comfortable weight as you press yourself closer to him.

Pavitr introduces you to his family -Maya auntie and Uncle Bhim- who greet you excitedly. His friends join and a bunch of cute little munchkins come up to you asking for a story.

“Do you know the story of the Princess and the Spider? Once there was a Princess, who lived in a big, big castle. But she was very lonely and had no friends. One day, while walking through her garden, she found a spider tangled in his own webs..”

Behind you, Pavitr leans against a tree smiling to himself, listening to you narrate the story of how you met. He patiently waits for you finish, watching you transfixed.

You guys share a shy smile after you’re done, cheeks tinting pink as you grab his hand. Pavitr excuses yourself, blushing furiously when Maya auntie sends him a knowing wink and tells him to “go enjoy his youth!”

They know he wants to have you all for himself.

_______

Lights are put up everywhere, the fair itself descending into a warm orangey glow. The evening turns invitingly chilly and you stop for a drink, fingers staying intertwined when a particularly colourful stall catches his eye.

You find yourself seated on a private boat as Pavitr rows, other couples rowing quietly past you. It slowly comes to a stop at the middle of the lake and you hold hands, lifting your head up to witness the sun disappear into the quietness of the young starry night together.

His thumbs rub soothing circles on the back of your hand. Water lanterns float around your boat, let onto the surface of the lake by those gathered, engulfing the water body in a soft dreamy glow.

So romantic.

Pavitr takes your hand in his and places a water lantern in your palms, the light illuminating your features. His eyes shine as they give you a once over, stunned by the angel before him.

And, in that moment, you couldn’t help yourself.

Pushing a strand of curly hair away from his face, you lean in. He watches with baited breath, frozen with pleasant surprise as your soft lips touch his in a firm kiss.

Your eyes flutter shut as you let the overwhelming feeling consume you, the world around you stops moving and time becomes insubstantial; the only thing you know, feel and breathe is each other.

Is this love or rebirth, you can’t tell. You’ve never felt so alive.

When you finally open your eyes, a thousand decades have passed. The world is brighter and lively, more colorful. You gasp as his lips chase yours, not willing to part so soon even though you’re out of breath.

Blood rushes to your cheeks when it dawns on you that this is both of yours’ first kiss! You chuckle, seeing his face heat up just like yours. Flustered, you let your head fall to rest against his palpitating heart. Oh, the woes of youth! 

Pavitr cups your hand and gently lowers the water lantern onto the surface of the lake, making it stay afloat.

Very belatedly you realize that the Queen, aka your mother, asked you be home by sunset. You’re here past your curfew! The royal dinner would’ve been over by now -the one you haven’t shown up to.

He rows you quickly back to the shore, but not before splashing some water on your face in jest. Pavitr and you giggle as he swings you bridal style to the palace, landing on your balcony just in time.

“Meri jaan..”, he stops you, presenting a rose, “this is for you.”

Your heart melts.

(He plucked that from your garden but nevermind; it’s the sentiment that matters.)

The gifts you receive as a Princess may be worth the world, but his sentiment is priceless. And that’s what truly commandeers your heart.

You give his cheek a goodbye kiss when the door is being brutally knocked upon, your maidens yelling on the other side that your mother is frantically searching for you. By the time the Queen opens your chamber door, Pavitr has thankfully disappeared.

“Good grief, Y/N dear!”, she cries, clutching her worried heart, “why did you not come for dinner? And, why are you so dirty!?”

The look she gives your dress is enough to make you cringe internally.

You shrug, feigning innocence. “I was just… painting, mother. Forgive me, I must’ve been enjoying it too much to notice the passage of time.”

The Queen shakes her head in exasperation and orders you to clean up, offering to send supper to your rooms instead. You glance out of your balcony as she fusses for new clothes in your wardrobe, looking back to the single red rose in the water jar.

Masked white eyes glimer under the moonlight, a giddy smile spreading across your face as you find them hidden amongst the darkness of your garden trees. He may have vanished from your sight, but he stays in your heart forever.

Your web-slinging Knight in shining eye-mask.

______

Hope you liked it <333

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Okay I saw that requests (limited) were open and after I saw your prompts given to me, Omg I can’t get the look of Maxie getting pedicures out of my head! That’s so cute! But considering how ticklish his feet and toes are~ hehehe 🤭 I need to see that. Archie’s taking pictures and everything!

(I can’t quite blame him though, I accidentally kicked my pedicurist on my prom day as she was scrubbing my feet. That was not ideal, poor girl 😭)

(Also I’ll be doing BOTH of your prompts in the very near future! You can be sure of that! They’re both ADORABLE. Thank you for sending them both in! Love you!) -@magma-queen

Ahh, Queenie!!! It's always a treasure to see you! :D Maxie getting pedicures is canon, no one can tell me otherwise aiejajkejakrlejr And absolutely- you KNOW Archie's getting all the photos! I've gotcha covered, friend!

(OH SH- ajrjearjkejkrj It happens! I've never gotten a pedi myself- I hate my feet being touched; gives me the ick personally- but I can only imagine how tickly they are akjeajkrjkeajrk

AHH I'm so excited! Take your time of course and write when you feel up to it! There's never any rush or pressure :3)

CW: Feet tickles

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @gladdygirl18 @cupcake-spice13 @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo

Maxie, despite what anyone will tell you, did not have luxurious taste. He simply enjoyed parts of his life with an additional flair, that’s all.

Self care just happened to be one of those areas.

“Enjoyed your bath, princess?” Archie grinned from their shared bed, watching his husband return, toweling his hair. Dressed in a silk robe and matching slippers, combined with the fact Maxie had his baths by candle light and filled with all sorts of fancy bath products, it wasn’t too far off of a description.

That didn’t save him from earning a towel to the face though.

“Hush. You’d enjoy baths too if you bother taking one.” The redhead sat down with a small grin, already knowing what was coming. Seconds later, he was pulled into big arms, his sides pressed into and giggles rolling over his tongue.

“Oi, who are you calling a smelly sailor! I take plenty of baths!” Archie defended, pausing his words but not his fingers. “I bathe everyday with that good smelling body wash you keep in there! Feel me- I’m soft!”

“I nehehhehever shahahahaid you stihihihink!” Maxie laughed out, twisting in Archie’s arms and catching his hands. “I just mean you’d like baths too if you put more effort into them. Light some candles, throw some bath salts in, things like that.”

“Eh. I’ll stick to showers. I’m already sitting in salted water all day when I’m out to sea.” The sailor grinned before pulling Maxie into his arms, breathing in his freshly applied cologne. “One of us is gotta be the prima. I’ll leave that to you.”

“And just who are you calling a prima?” Maxie huffed, trying to glare. His gaze only met chest as Archie pulled him against his heartbeat, laughing softly. “I’ll have you know I’m just as rough and tough as you.”

“Dearie, you get those peddy things.”

“Pedicures. So? I like to look my best.” Maxie fumed some, pulling his slippered feet further together subconsciously. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing love. I only jest.” Archie leaned down and kissed him, an unspoken apology passing between them. “I just find it cute, how much you enjoy these things.”

“Again, you’d probably enjoy them too if you went and got one done.”

Instead of a playful retort, Archie seemed to think. Humming to himself, he ran a hand along Maxie’s back as he considered. “These boots do take a toll on the ol’ dogs…”

“And it’s relaxing. Plus they give you champagne.”

“I’m in.” At the mention of booze, Archie seemed to perk up like a puppy. Maxie laughed, hugging his husband close.

“Alright, alright. I’ll plan a date.”

~~~

Right off the bat, Archie was uncomfortable.

The salon was nothing like he was used too- everything shiny and smelly, bright colorful walls and chairs for miles to see. Pokemon and their trainers alike walked too and from, giggling amongst themselves as the techs painted their fingers and toes with color. Looking at the chairs for the peddy-things; he had a sneaking suspicion he wasn’t gonna fit such narrow seats.

“Is this your first time? No worries, sir. Our techs are the best in the Hoenn region! We’ll make you feel right at home!” The young woman greeting them was very nice, one of the few things keeping Archie from leaving on the spot. The other was Maxie’s comforting hand on his lower back, centering him and reminding him he wasn’t alone in these strange new waters. “Follow me, we’ll take you to our couple’s suite.”

“Couple’s what?” Archie asked, raising a brow at Maxie, who blushed some.

“I figured you’d want your first time to be just us- hush, don’t look at me like that.” Maxie shoved him lightly when Archie grinned, cheeks hot.

The “room” they were led to was a small private area cut off from the rest of the clients, separated by a half wall and containing two salon chairs. Waiting for them were two more techs standing by. Near their feet, an Espeon and an Umbreon lay.

“We like to provide our guests the comfort of eeveelutions if desired.” The younger tech explained, their Espeon rubbing against their leg as it woke. “Would either of you gentlemen be interested?”

Archie looked at the alignment of tools waiting for him, something like dread curling in his gut. “Sure, why not?” Beside him, Maxie squeezed his arm.

~~~

“Well, blow me down…”

Turns out the pedicure wasn’t as torturous as he imagined. If anything, Archie had never felt more relaxed in his life.

With an Umbreon curled in his lap, he sat back with a lazy grin as the tech worked away at his feet, melting away his aches with each scrub and polish. The seat was unfortunately a tad too small for him, but the heater in the back warming his spine made up for it tenfold.

That and…

“Aheheha! Ahehahahahhahahaha! I’m sohohohrry! I’m so sohohohorry!” Maxie was a giggling goon nearby, the Espeon in his lap purring away as his tech went about her task. “It tihihihickles!”

“Pfft, and here I thought you’d be used to it by now!” Archie laughed, moreso at his husband than anything. “Is he always this ticklish coming around?”

“Everytime.” Maxie’s regular tech-Inko he learned, grinned at him, eyes crinkling. “It’s always a pleasure having him though. He’s very giggly, but he doesn’t kick too often.”

“Wish I could say the same at home.” Archie laughed along with her, blowing a kiss at his husband. “Hehe, hang on, lemme get a video!”

“Doohohohn’t you dahhahare! Ahehahahah, Ahahahrchie!” Maxie tried to cover his face as the sailor whipped out his rotom phone, searching for the record button. Unfortunately for him, Espeon decided this was the perfect time to wake up and climb his chest, purring in his face and nuzzling his chin. “Ah! AHehahha, Ehehehespeon pleahhahhase!”

“Smile!” Archie cooed, giving up on videoing and taking a picture the second Maxie’s hands came down. A few more snapped and he finally had his perfect picture. “I’m gonna use this as my wallpaper…as soon as I figure out how.”

“Ahehahahhahsk for hehehehlp lahahhater-ahh dohoohohn’t seheheht it uhuuuhhp!” Maxie gave up fighting, sinking some in his seat as he carried on laughing through his appointment, hiding his face in Espeon’s fur as his ears burned red. Archie fell in love with him all over again.

~~~

“Well, that was rather nice. I see why you like going here.” Archie felt like his feet were made of air. Gone were year old calluses and in return toes painted a bright ocean blue. He debated on getting red but decided to stick with good ol’ team Aqua. He loved his husband, but he needed to represent.

“It was, and it’s a lovely place. Sorry they didn’t have any champagne today though.” Maxie walked beside him, hand in hand as they strolled along the boardwalk towards home. “I know that’s what you were coming for.”

“At first, yes. But after that cute sight I saw today, I got my fill.” Archie snickered, earning an eye roll and blush from his husband. “Thanks for taking me with you, Maxie. It was fun.”

“Heh. It really was.” Maxie paused some when they walked past a crepe stand, his stomach growling. “Say…”

“I got it.” Archie was already pulling out his wallet. “Chocolate Banana?”

“You know me so well.” The redhead laughed, making Archie’s heart do a hundred little flips.

Yep. Definitely making this an annual tradition going forward.

Thanks for reading!

[liesbeths-slippers]

For those who want them.

[cascowriteswords]

Doorstep from the prompt list, please!!!

It’s the 3rd bag of flaming shit Lexa has found on her doorstep in the same number of days.

She’d fallen for it the first time, quickly stamping the burning paper out only to find herself with an unfortunately smelly situation on her hands (er, feet?) and a ruined pair of house slippers. A quick and angry text was immediately shot off to Clarke in response, an image of her ruined shoes following. I really didn’t think you would resort to middle-school warfare tactics, Clarke. 

It had been met with unapologetic indignance. Raven is a free agent, Lexa. I can’t control how she reacts to her best friend being betrayed.

Lexa hadn’t answered, because Clarke was right and there was nothing else she could really say. She had betrayed Clarke, but she couldn’t apologize for what she had done when she believed it was the right thing to do. So even if she personally thinks Raven’s reaction is/was overkill, it doesn’t surprise her that she would come to Clarke’s defense so fiercely, and in the most annoying way possible. 

Lexa sighs and pulls the small fire extinguisher she normally keeps in the kitchen out from beside the front door, the space which has become its unlikely new home. She puts out the fire and then sweeps the bag and its contents into a dustpan, dumping it outside so as not to make her entire house smell like literal burning shit. 

When she goes to bed that evening it’s in a cold bed and a quiet room, no warm body tucked up against her or endearing quiet snores that Clarke swears she doesn’t make. 

I had to do it, I had to do it, she tells herself over and over again until she falls asleep. 

Somehow it doesn’t make her feel any better. 

xxx 

It happens again the next evening like clockwork. Lexa is sitting in the living room watching reruns of SVU when her doorbell rings. She sighs and clenches her jaw, teeth grinding audibly as she grits them and stands up. She knows there’s no point in trying to catch Raven in the act; she’s already long gone, and what would she do anyways? All that there is to do is clean up the mess she’s left and try to enjoy another evening spent painfully alone after more than two years of spending nearly every night hanging out with Clarke. 

I had to do it, I had to do it, the mantra repeats in the back of her mind. 

She grabs the fire extinguisher. 

Opens the door. 

But there is no flaming bag of feces on her doorstep. 

There is Clarke. 

Lexa stares for long enough that her eyes start to go dry, forcing a cartoon-like slow blink that makes Clarke smirk. She says, “Hey,” and Lexa blinks again. She’s been thinking about what she might say if Clarke reached out to her and now that it’s happening she can’t form even a single word. Classic. 

“This is silly,” Clarke says, evidently not needing Lexa to say anything anyways. “I miss you. I want to come home. Plus I think Lincoln is getting tired of having Raven and me crashing at his and O’s place. It’s not that big of a house you know.”

“I miss you too,” Lexa says, finally finding her voice. “The door has always been open, Clarke. I want you to come home.”

“Okay, good,” Clarke says, smiling and looking relieved. “So just say you’re sorry and we can pretend none of this ever happened.”

Lexa balks. “Clarke, I can’t. You know I can’t,” she says sadly, assuming this means Clarke will end up returning to Lincoln’s instead of walking through the front door with her. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Not technically Lexa, no you didn’t. But morally? Not even a twinge of regret for completely turning on me and stabbing me in the back?”

I had to do it, I had to do it. “I couldn’t show favoritism, Clarke. It goes against everything I stand for.”

“You didn’t have to show favoritism!” Clarke exclaims. Lexa’s eyes widen a tad at the raised voice and Clarke visibly gathers herself, chest rising as she takes a deep breath. “All you had to do was not hit me with a +4 card when I was about to finally win a game of Uno. I never win, Lexa, and you couldn’t just let me have it this once.”

“It wouldn’t have been fair,” Lexa repeats for the umpteenth time. Deflating because it seems like they’re just going round and round with this conversation versus finding any middle ground. 

“Lexa,” Clarke says, “Sometimes when you’re playing a harmless game with your friends and the woman you love, who makes you cum harder than you ever have in your life - your words, not mine - you can sacrifice just a smidgen of fairness. Don’t you think?” Lexa is about to argue that no, she can’t, until Clarke suddenly looks up at her through her eyelashes and takes a small step forward, the fingertips of one of her hands landing on Lexa’s hip. “I’ve really been missing you,” Clarke says. Her thumb finds the small strip of exposed skin between Lexa’s jeans sweatpants and her t-shirt and rubs a small circle. Lexa gulps, eyes darting down to Clarke’s mouth just as she’s licking her lips. 

“O-okay. You’re right and I’m sorry,” Lexa says, and the words only taste bitter for a split second because Clarke steps closer to her with those huge hungry blue eyes and she loses all train of thought. 

“Thank god,” Clarke says, both of her hands now on Lexa’s hips as she pushes her backward into the house. “That couch was killing my back, I’m too old for that shit. Now come remind me how comfortable our bed is, please,” she says, taking Lexa by the hand and tugging her towards the bedroom. 

Lexa is happy to oblige, abandoned morals all but forgotten. 

xxx 

An hour later, as they lay in a panting and sweaty heap diagonally across the mattress, the doorbell rings. Clarke raises a brow in question, and Lexa groans. “Can you please text Raven and tell her we’ve kissed and made up.”

“We did a lot more than kiss, babe,” Clarke laughs. “But yes. Texting her right now.”

[bridgertonbabe]

In the Royals AU does Charles get a little wearing a bathrobe while meeting a foreign leader moment like Prince George? Or is it one of his siblings instead?

It would be during a state visit from Princess Lucy's country that such a meeting takes place, with Lucy attending a state banquet with her family and asking Princess Sophie about her children. Sophie asks if she'd like to pop round to see Charles, recalling how fond Lucy was of her son, but of course understands just how jam-packed Lucy's itinerary must be to make time for such a visit. Fortunately Lucy does have time to spare seeing as her parents and brother have the bigger bulk of engagements to attend, and she accepts Sophie's impromptu invitation.

In the early evening the following day Lucy came over to Benedict and Sophie's home and after being greeted by the latter, Benedict entered the room hand in hand with Charles who was all dressed for bed in his pyjamas, a little robe, and slippers.

"He's gotten to stay up past his bedtime so he could meet you." Sophie mentioned as Charles padded over and curiously eyed up the newcomer.

While the young prince didn't remember his first meeting with Lucy, it only took a matter of seconds for him to warm up to her after she crouched down to greet him, shook his hand, and presented him with a teddy bear she had bought just for him. The two and half year old then began babbling away to Lucy, animatedly telling her about his toys and how much he loves to play football with his dad in the garden and how he helps his mum cook dinner every night.

The time flew by and soon enough it was time for Lucy to go and for Charlie to go to bed, but not before the little prince insisted on showing his new friend something. He eagerly took her by the hand and led her through the house and up the stairs, with his parents following behind watching in amusement, intrigued to know what their son was so keen to show to Lucy.

"You have to be very quiet." Charlie said in a hushed voice to Lucy before they entered the door he had led them to.

Immediately Lucy understood Charlie's instruction to keep quiet when she spotted the crib in the room they had just walked into and after the little prince tugged her over to it she peered in and laid eyes on an even smaller prince sleeping peacefully.

"This is my baby brother, Alex." Charlie informed her. "He doesn't do much." he added in a disappointed tone.

"Well he is only little." Lucy smiled. "But I bet you're the best big brother to Alex."

"Yeah. Mummy and Daddy tell me that all the time." Charlie puffed his chest out proudly.

"Do you love your baby brother?"

"Yes!" he toothily grinned up at her. "I love him so much! Except when he does really smelly poos."

"I bet." Lucy lightly laughed. She glanced over her shoulder where Sophie and Benedict were hovering in the doorway and while they were more than content to watch the scene in front of them, Lucy didn't wish to outstay her welcome or keep Charlie up any longer and disrupt his routine. "Well it was lovely to meet Alex,"

"No, wait! Alex hasn't met you yet!" Charlie gasped out. "Alex! Alex!" he called out, ditching his hushed voice in favour of raising his volume as he tugged at the boat-patterned blanket his baby brother was swaddled in.

"Oh no, Charlie, that's okay. He's sleeping." Lucy frantically insisted and attempted to prevent the young boy from disturbing the baby.

Charlie however wasn't going to allow his brother to suffer from FOMO and used both of his hands to yank at Alex's swaddling, a sudden movement which got the result Charlie was after as his little brother grumbled before letting out a wail.

"Charlie." Benedict groaned as he and Sophie rushed over.

"I'm so sorry," Lucy began to say, feeling awful for inadvertently waking up the baby prince from his slumber.

"It's not your fault." Sophie assured her and gently touched her arm before picking up Alexander to comfort him.

"Charlie, you don't wake the baby up when he's sleeping." Benedict softly chided his firstborn.

"But I wanted him to meet Lucy!" Charlie argued, defending his actions he had done in goodwill.

"Shush, shush, shush, it's okay Alex." Sophie rubbed Alex's back as she lightly bounced him. "Go back to sleep, my love."

The combination of his mother's voice and affection quickly eased Alex's cries and it didn't take too long for him to doze off again as Sophie rocked him to sleep.

"He's so precious." Lucy breathed at the adorable bundle in Sophie's arms.

"See, he got to meet her!" Charlie said to his father, who fondly rolled his eyes before picking up the toddler.

Once Sophie had settled her baby back into his crib the four of them left the nursery and Lucy said her goodbyes.

"Thank you so much for having me, it's been such a pleasure to meet the boys."

"It's been a pleasure having you visit." Sophie returned in kind.

"And what do you say, Charlie?" Benedict said to his son in his arms.

"Thank you!" Charlie answered.

"And?"

"I love you!" Charlie beamed at Lucy, melting the princess's heart.

"Are you going to say goodbye to Lucy?" Benedict chuckled as he prompted his son for the third time.

"Goodbye Auntie Lucy!" he cheered.

Sophie and Benedict both opened their mouths to correct him but after exchanging an amused glance they mutually decided not to bother - though little did they know that their son had actually predicted the future by inadvertently identifying Princess Lucy as his Uncle Greg's bride.

[thistransient]

I finally took the disposable camera I got on my trip to KL to be developed, which I would have done earlier if I had bothered to look up how long film is good for, but better late than never. (Dragonfruit plants along the route pictured above, actual photos to come.) I was happy with a surprising amount of it! I can see the allure of getting back(?) into film, although perhaps one cannot be said to have been "into film" in the past when it was literally the only option- I remember very distinctly the first time I witnessed a compact digital camera in the early 2000s. But I think it's safe to hazard that I have a different sense of aesthetic from back then and thus it might be worth another go. (Or at least it might make me more discerning and thoughtful about what to take pictures of, quality over quantity, that kinda thing.) I was pleasantly surprised that the developing itself was a brisk 24 hour service and only cost ~$4 for scans, so maybe things are different in Taipei (compared to a friend in another city who indicated otherwise).

This weekend I finally got back to my fave shibari salon after missing both sessions last month due to various comedies of error. The organisers had opened registration quite late and so it was sparsely populated with an excess of riggers in attendance- a bottom's market, you could say. (I had a good time.) At the end there was a single length of rope abandoned on the ground, and in order to determine the owner 4 or 5 people picked it up at once and started rubbing, smelling, and otherwise examining the minutiae of their section, which was both somewhat comical and also impressed upon me the relationship riggers have with their ropes.

On the way home on the train a man with a bunch of suitcases decided to set up camp in the seatless corner of the last carriage. He wordlessly and inexorably pressed forward until everyone else had moved out of his way, arranged his luggage against the wall, then sat down on the floor and started taking off his shoes. I was ensconced in a very comfortable and also adjacent position between a railing and the non-opening doors, and had no desire to be displaced. I decided he wasn't smelly enough to warrant surrender, held my ground, and watched as he removed his socks, carefully wrapped up and put away his sneakers, then brought out the 拖鞋 (iykyk, if you don't, it was these things, this exact pair:)

(Un?)fortunately I didn't get to see where he was going with all this (or maybe he didn't intend to go anywhere at all) because we arrived at my stop, but it was the first time I'd seen that sort of thing here. I did once observe a woman fling down her luggage in the middle of the aisle and sit on it, but the house slippers are a new one!

[asena-graywolf]

Hangover

You both hit the bottom of the drink last night. So much so that you even played catch-up in the toilet to throw up. But it was pretty fun for you. Once in a blue moon , you did a different activity with your boyfriend other than playing games. You wanted your heads to be beautiful. And that night, you almost reached nirvana in happiness.

You used to burst into laughter at even the simplest jokes. The last thing you remember about last night was when you barely threw yourself in Kenma's bed.

However, you managed to stay sober. But you still had a headache. Stomach was also standing. You drank 6 bottles of beer in total. There were still empty beer bottles lying around, and the place smelled of liquor. You felt like a mess too. You were supposed to take a shower.

It hadn't even occurred to you to look at your boyfriend, who was still asleep on the other side of the bed in his drowsiness and hangover. Kenma drank more than you and didn't seem to wake up easily this morning. You put on your slippers right next to the bed, being careful not to wake him. You went to the kitchen.

It was like a hose had run through the kitchen. He was in a mess. The kitchen needed to be tidied up, but first you had to clean up the beer bottles that were scattered around.

You opened a large garbage bag and started collecting empty beer skewers one by one. You kept cleaning until there wasn't a single one left. Then you went back to the kitchen and started stuffing the empty bags of chips that you opened to eat with your beer in the garbage bag. You left out and threw out the smelly appetizers.

When you're done with the trash, you threw them in the trash can on your balcony. Now it was time for the dishes. You put them all in the dishwasher one by one. But you must have made so much fanfare that Kenma appeared in the kitchen under the influence of a hangover, rubbing her head.

“What noise is that Y/N? My head hurts like it's going to burst. What cleaning is this in the early morning?"

“I have a headache too, Kenma. But I don't want to stay in this filth no longer."

He pulled out a chair and sat at the table.

“Oops! We missed too much. Do you remember how many times you vomited?"

"Three times. “Maybe four,” you replied.

“I drank more than you, but you vomited more than I did.”

"I'm in no mood to question why," you said as you continued your work in the kitchen.

"I know. You drank water on top of the beer, and then ate the appetizers. What you're doing is called stupid. Is it okay to drink water on top of your drink?"

“Kenma okay! I'm not in the mood to take any advice. Please"

Kenma stood up from his chair and approached you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Can't we get some more sleep?"

You were impressed by the way he whispered in your ear. But the nasty smell of beer from your mouth disgusted you.

Your arms clasped at your waist you pulled away from him and away from him

“For God's sake don't come close, Kenma. You smell like liquor.”

"Really? What do you smell? Rose?"

"I don't think I smell that bad because I don't drink as much as you do"

Kenma was determined to keep you from cleaning. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close

“I have never seen you in such a hurry.”

“Well? So what?"

He put his forehead on your forehead and answered the question

“You're so cute when you're in a rush. You're always sweet"

You stopped worrying about cleaning and focused on your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you

"Won't you kiss your drunk lover?"

“Would you let your drunken boyfriend kiss you?” he asked too

“My beautiful drunkard. Of course I'll let you."

Your hands ran through Kenma's messy hair

Then you gave each other short, passionate kisses on the lips

“You have soft lips. I can't stop kissing," said Kenma in his tired voice.

He hugged you tightly. He had his head buried in his shoulder

“This was so much fun. Let's do it again"

You patted his head and kissed his cheek, turning his face slightly. You felt the hardness of your beard, which is invisible but felt when touched, on your lips.

“It's so good to be drunk with you, Kenma. But it's not the beer that gets me drunk when I'm with you."

“So what?” ' he asked, without breaking his breath.

“Your caramel scent”

"Really?"

You loved Kenma's scent, and although you said it often, Kenma was happy every time he heard it, like it was the first time.

“I love your scent too. More intoxicating than even the strongest drink. I love you Y/N"

"I love you too"

You left your arms and put your hand on your cheek

“Come on, take a shower. I'll fix it here. I'll take a shower after you. After we have our breakfast, we will do whatever you want.”

He kissed her hand gently on her cheek

“Yesterday I couldn't continue the game. I fell behind in the exact order. If you help me, I can regain the points I lost.”

"Of course. I will be happy to help”

“One last thing. It would be so sweet if you could sit on my lap while playing games"

"You know I'll never say no"

[iluvchanniesposts]

-> fluff [[hwang hyunjin]]

pairings - fem!reader x hyunjin

warnings - slight smut, butt slapping, kissing, suggestive remarks, mentions of food.

gif made by @iluvchanniesposts

•••

you placed the last plate away into the cupboard before switching off the radio. waiting for your boyfriend to get home from practice was tedious, nevertheless, you always found a way to entertain yourself. the housework being done indicated that you were now able to head back to your comfort and do nothing on your phone. the bed dipped and bounced slightly where you flopped onto it, facing away from the door. the videos playing through your phone were at an obnoxious volume, making you unable to hear your boyfriend coming home. “hey baby, miss me hmm?” he hummed into your ear as he bent down with one arm over you. you didn’t need to look at him for him to know you had a big smile on your face, it’s the way your cheeks lifted from behind that he could tell. “meh, the peace and quiet was nice i guess.” you joked back. there was a certain response he was expecting from you, you know it as well, so you thought you’d play with him a little. “oh, was it now?” his tone was endearing, his fingers pinching at your sides matching it. you laughed and flipped over onto your back in attempts to get him off you. “mmm, just one.” you puckered your lips as he put both hands beside your head and bent down with a swift kiss to your lips. “come on smelly, let’s cook dinner.” he ruffled your hair as you swung your legs out of bed, placing on your slippers that laid below. the scuffling of your feet behind him made him chuckle, “what’s so funny?” you questioned with a frown. “pick your feet up when you walk, you’re not a child.” he spoke over his shoulder.

bits of oil spat over the stove as you fried the meat he was craving for dinner. “hyunjin, can you pass me the vegetables please?” you took the ingredients off him when he came over, flashing him a sweet smile as a ‘thank you’. “has anyone ever told you how sexy you look in those shorts?” he bit his lip and grunted a little before placing a swift slap to your behind. “no one has, surprisingly.” you joked back with a little wiggle of your hips. “all jokes aside, you’re so beautiful baby.” even though your back was facing him, you could feel his admiration piercing through your body. you laughed awkwardly and shook your head, continuing with dinner. “any chance dessert is on the menu tonight?” a cheeky tone in his voice was evident when you walked over with two plates in your hand. “anything for you.”

[soclonely]

The Clones As People and Things At The Drive In Theatre

Decided to take my siblings to our local drive in on route 66 and while the first movie is playing (Top Gun 2, I'm here for Jurassic World next) I had to do one of these bad boys because I forgot how ridiculous people were at these places.

Rex- foot long greasy corn dog I ate as soon as we got here

Echo- cursing as you try and find the fucking drive in channel on the radio because you didn't read the sign at the front

Fives- the high schoolers working security. Bless them they are taking it so seriously

Jesse- the guy next to me already asleep in his lawn chair

Kix- the lady in PJs and slippers down the row, living her best life.

Tup- cash only concession stand without an ATM

Dogma- the dad threatening to take his kids home because they keep going to the bathroom and wanting snacks, running to the playground and back, etc

Hardcase- the oldies music playing before the shows.

Coric- the heart attack I am going to have from eating all of the concessions food

Bly- teen couple making out in the kids beat up pick up trucks bed on our other side

99- golf cart attendants driving around helping people in the dark

Cody- looking up and seeing stars. I love this

Waxer/Boil- kids running and playing tag between the cars

Wolffe- the neon lights and classic vibes of the concessions building

Boost/Sinker- the asshole behind me whose headlights keep turning on every 5 minutes

Hunter- some fucking nerd next to me is dressed up in an aviator jacket and sunglasses like Maverick, to note it is currently 101 degrees Fahrenheit

Wrecker- the massive humps in the parking spots to angle ur car, I swear I almost lost my exhaust

Tech- the kid in the car next to us playing on his iPad instead of watching

Crosshair- the stinky and smelly microscopic bathroom

Omega- the truck bed of kids in my dad truck. Little brothers, nieces, and nephews all bundled up and having a great time 🥰

Howzer- cute manager 👀

Gregor- girl complimented my shirt at the exact same moment I complimented her hair 😭

Fox- the amount of caffeine I drank in order to stay up til 2am for both of these movies

[the-storyteller78]

Betrothal Necklace -- Zutara Headcanon

Ok, this definitely can't be a new Zutara headcanon, but if we suppose that Kanna gave her son her betrothal necklace to gift to Kya when he proposed (kind of Crazy Rich Asians style, but without the prior disapproval), wouldn't it make sense for Katara to gift it to Zuko when they get married? Of course, she might not want to give away the only thing she has left of her mother, so I'd still adore the idea of her carving one for him. I always read fics with Sokka doing it for Suki, and you CANNOT tell me it's only a guy-to-girl thing. You know Zuko's devoted, sentimental butt would wear that necklace literally everywhere. We're talking about the boy who kept his uncle's smelly slipper for no discernible reason other than pure sentiment. The jerk-hole war ministers and advisors gasping scandalously would really just be the cherry on top. Also, Katara would love it. Claiming a tradition historically reserved for Northern Water Tribe men? Getting the chance to further share her family's traditions/culture with Zuko and the rest of the Fire Nation? Sign her the egg up!