#then also my favourite customers husband

[rowanhoney]

so yes I do announce a new best friend every other week and I do crush hard on multiple people at once and then continue to crush again and again from the moment I first meet someone and I know people who are critical of these parts of me but I think it’s simply evidence of my capacity to love and it’s clear I’ve been blessed so there’s that

[melinoelliones]

BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK BLACK BUTLERS COMING BACK 

Say hello to my husband <3 I was tryna wait till October to do Black Butler shit but now I gotta.... 

Reminder, how I interpret these characters may be different to how YOU interpret them, don’t jump me if you dislike what I say. X fem and X gn reader

This is more on the Undertaker before his ass takes off the hat side, so the jokey cheeky Undertaker. ALSO MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE LETTER W!! 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s probably giggling to himself and mocking the noises and phrases you said during sex LMAOOOOO. Really tho he’ll defo pull the blankets over you and feed you one of them dog bone biscuits, kisses in abundance, nothing too crazy as he will probably leave while you sleep do to fuck knows what.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves our whole body, he examines it like crazy and he says it’s so “he can fit us for a coffin one day”...... I feel like he loves our throat though 100%

On him, he loves his hands and he takes VERY good care of them, fresh set n everything we all saw that shit

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Enjoys doing it on your entire front, all of it, top to bottom

Also loves it down your throat, you can never take it all at once so watching it trickle down the corners of your mouth alongside your spit and tears is everything to him

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Enjoys doing stuff while he has customers present, if you make a noise or people get suspicious he’ll laugh or do something stupid to get people off it

He has shamelessly got off to the thought of you, maybe even your underwear

He begs and he enjoys doing it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is quite experienced I’ll be honest

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Riding in all ways possible, he wants you on him, grinding up against him whilst he helps you. Watching your needy face try to take everything in has him grinning like a crazy man

Missionary where your legs are over your head pretty much. You pushing his hair to the side as he’s panting and whimpering slightly, you know he’s close but he won’t stop

Any position where you are half hanging out a coffin, kinda like stuck in a wall but your stuck half out a coffin? He probably made a custom one JUST for this. Hearing your moans echo off the walls of the coffin keeps him going.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very goofy, keeps the jokes going THROUGHOUT

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s pretty wild down there imma be real

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is always making jokes and sometimes being cocky but he’ll always show an intimate side straight after

“F~Fuck just like that, please please keep going” he’d choke out laughing, mocking what you had just moaned out. “Don’t give me that face, I want to hear more of it” he’d laugh once more at your pout, pulling you into a kiss whilst pushing deeper into you.

Sum like that

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

A lot and he has NO shame in it. It’s pretty shocking how often he can do it. Sometimes he’ll stay pent up just to get off when he knows you’re coming home as he knows you love when he’s a whimpering n babbling mess, maybe you’ll even decide to help him out?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Blindfolds, he loves to mess with ALL of your senses while you can’t see

Knife kink and blood but its SUBTLE. You may or may not have seen him store away a bit of your blood though, wonder what he’s saving that for…..

Restraints, wants to tie you up around his shop

Toys for both of you, watching you desperately cry out to cum as he keeps turning off the vibe

Choking, he enjoys doing it while thrusting into you with full force, hearing you choke out moans and mumbles while he tightens his grip

Dacryphilia for sureeee, would examine your face and wipe your tears while fucking into you with no remorse. Even lets out a giggle or two while at it 

“Well would you look at that, you’re crying my dear, such a pretty specimen indeed. Cmon you can hold out for me, just a bit longer and i’ll make you feel so so good”

Not sure if its a kink but pussy eating. He will sit there for as long as he can just eating you out till you're completely numb from the waist down. 

"You haven't used your safeword yet you've cum 4 times in a row, is it too much for you yet hehe? Cmon, let me wipe those tears, you're too pretty to cry. Now how about I make it 6 times, or even 10 AHA, can you take all that my sweet sweet doll? Let's see shall we?" he'd smirk whilst shoving a couple digits into your already sopping core, tongue already making its way to your swollen clit. He would go on all night long if he could.

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

Every corner of his store, if you can see it, you've done it there. Favourite would probably be on his desk though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

YOU! JUST YOU! You are something he’s never seen before and the way you make him feel is unmatched.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything outside the shop or on ONE specific coffin.... Whats in there?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a munch, yes I said it

Begs to have you on his face, even if that beg is in riddles or him twisting the narrative

“Hehe cmon, you know you want to, have a seat my dear, it's all yours”

“I want to taste you just once more, cmon don’t be shy, I won’t bite, unless you want me to hehe” 

He also loves receiving too though, you under his gown, even when customers are in and he’ll be giggling while starting to fuck your face on the other side of the desk

“Aha, look at you, you did brilliantly. You barely made a peep whilst they were here, such a special specimen indeed” he’d coo, pulling back his cloak to ease you off his cock, your tears mixed with his release rolling down your lower face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s cheeky as fuck. Would start slow, then speed up to a perfect pace then as you are close slow all the way back down, to the point where it's technically edging and you can’t even get off. I can hear him giggling now 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He says “Come on my love, we can make it quick” then ya’ll are at it for an hour. Ultimate LIAR. It gets boring in his shop so ya’ll still do it often anyway 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hell yeah but he knows you will never get caught. Just for entertainment you defo tried to get caught but he covered it up swiftly

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a hot minute, like 5+ rounds. With his personality people could think otherwise but absolutely not.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A sucker for a toy. He defo made a pocket pussy using YOURS, so when you aren’t with him he has a replica but he knows it's not exactly the same. Also has a vibe, he has sensitive nipples and we take FULL advantage of that

He loves to use toys on you too though, watching how they make your body react is quite fascinating. He can tell the difference between fake and his real thing though and he adores it, your needy face begging for the real thing is everything. Only he can make you feel certain ways

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Too much, but the orgasms he makes you reach after are always worth it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When he’s seriously into it he only grunts and dirty talks, otherwise it's the opposite, whimpering and cursing under his breath

“How does that feel my dear? You like it deep don’t you”

“Your body takes it so well, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep g~going much longer”

“Listen to yourself, all this dirty talk from such a sweet specimen?”

“A girl like you should be walking the streets of Soho, yet here you are taking the cock of an Undertaker. How did I get so lucky to have the dirtiest of them all stroll through my doors?”

“Aha, keep going love, i’m not finished just yet”

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

Would consider making you into a puppet when you die and keeping you for…. Personal reasons

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Dude is pretty big so imma say 8/9 inches, more on the slenderish side but veiny

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Unusually high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t, he’ll pretend to but go off once you’re asleep. Dudes got things….. to do.......

[aziraphales-library]

Dearest ineffable mods

Thanks for your amazing work! Long time lurker, first time asker. This is my favorite library by far!

Do you have any recommendations of fics focussing on the staff of the Ritz? And how they view our favourite idiots throughout the years/dinner? Preferably not AU. I checked the outsider pov tag but didn't find any.

If you could recommend some, it'd make me immensely happy ❤️ thank you in advance!

Here are some outsider POV Ritz fics for you...

The Ritz's Biggest Ineffable Husbands Shipper by frogfaced (G)

The staff of the Ritz had created a name for the couple once, a long time ago, it had to have been at least twenty years or so ago by now. It stuck, whispered fervently when they appeared in the queue. “Did you hear?” A comment passed from one hostess to a waiter, whispered quietly almost like a secret kept close to her heart, almost like a prayer. “It’s them.” ----- Or, Aziraphale and Crowley have become something of a legend at the Ritz, and have become the basis for many of the employee's gambling problems.

The matter of the Definitely Not Husbands by plainrefillnotepad (G)

The waiters and waitresses who worked at the restaurant at The Ritz weren’t what you would call a tight-knit group. If there was one topic of conversation, however, which every staff member had at least heard of, it was the matter of the Definitely Not Husbands.

An Angel Dining at the Ritz by misslmf (T)

The staff at the London Ritz become quickly familiar with the regular customers that come into the establishment, especially if those regulars were polite and easy to remember in some way or another. A pair that stood out to every member of staff after a while were the two men that came in at least a few times a month, always seeming to have a reservation despite never ringing to book one. Which is why it was so unnerving when neither of them showed up for a month. *** Or, how the staff at the Ritz are also children of divorce since Aziraphale left Crowley

Table For Two by JM_Finnigan (G)

Thomas Kinsley has known the two regulars - the red-haired man and the blond one called Fell - for as long as he's worked at the Ritz, so he is caught quite off-guard when only one of them makes an appearance one night. The aftermath of Aziraphale's return to Heaven as told through a Ritz waiter's eyes.

Code Angel by orphan_account (G)

She didn’t fully understand this kind of miracle but she knew one thing for sure. When a Code Angel came to The Ritz, they should expect miracles to happen.

There Were Angels Dining At The Ritz by AstersLibrary (T)

The employees at the Ritz have their favourites. And they're no so subtle about them.

- Mod D

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𖠺 Tattoo Artist!CW!Bucky Barnes x Florist!F!Reader x Tattoo Artist!Nomad!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𖠺 1.1k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𖠺 Fluff, crack

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𖠺 Yes, I can't get enough of these two.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𖠺 @stuckybingo 𝗡𝟮 — "Baby it's cold outside!" (December Adoptable) — Masterlist 𖠺 @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was a slow day. 

Customers came and went for hours on end — all pleased as punch at your array of impressive options and choices available to decorate for the season. Reds and greens lined the countertop edges in wreaths of holly, and along the shelves were rows of garlands prettied with poinsettias. 

It was also your turn to display an aged tradition, and you did so proudly — a giant Christmas tree, passed down the generations in your family, stood in the corner with spools and ropes of endless lights woven through the branches.

However, not only was it a slow day for you, but your favourite neighbours, too. And, while you were overjoyed to spend the lull of time with them, it came with a price. 

Because for the love of everything botany, they refused to settle down and act civilised. 

A surprised shout and loud crash came from the back room. “For goodness sakes,” you groaned. The words came out muffled behind your hands; no matter how many times you facepalmed because of one of them, it didn’t make it easier. “Bucky!”

“Sorry, sorry–!” Bucky rushed, and the wince of shame was plainly evident in his tone. You stuck your head just inside the doorway. Thankfully, nothing was toppled or broken — unless you took into account Bucky’s bruised ego. “Damned thing was not there before–”

“That has been there since the very first day I moved in here,” you argued back, pointing at your small fridge, which now sported a dent the size of Bucky’s palm on the door. The poor victim of such vandalisation was your most trusty appliance; the saviour of many days where neither you nor Wanda could venture outside to get lunch. “If you would just sit your butt down and stop wrecking my shop, I could get some work done.”

Steve started to snicker from where you left him behind the counter by the till. Blue eyes danced with mischief and a cunning, keen sense of trouble. You rounded on him and pointed at his chest with your forefinger. “That was not a cue for you to rile your husband up, you–”

“Alright, alright,” Steve soothed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay—we’ll chill and behave for our Petal, right, Buck?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answered, and the sound of a chair scraping across the floor punctuated his voice. 

“Finally, some peace and quiet,” you quipped, striding towards the counter to pick up where you left off on the few arrangements. 

Beside you, Steve helped with his deft fingers unravelling ribbon and string, or handing you rolls of paper to place around the bouquets — the back room was equally quiet, and if you strained your ears, you could hear the hum of the fridge, as well as the scratching sound of graphite over paper. 

You should have known it was not to last. 

No more than an hour later, after you worked with Steve through the order of arrangements, did it happen. 

The snow outside the window danced as you watched, content to have a short break and stretch your fingers from all the cramped and fiddly movements. It was quiet — not a sound to be heard except the soft songs playing over the speakers, a playlist you made of all the classic Christmas songs.  

Not even the scratch of graphite on paper could be heard. 

“I really can't stay,” Dorothy Kristen sang, her aged voice like honey to your ears. The overlay of Franklin Sinatra’s line, “Baby, don't hold out,” made you think of Bucky and Steve — such old-fashioned souls, what would they have been like in the forties?

You blinked from your daze and looked around. Steve was focussing on a bundle of holly and amaryllises, his brows drawn close from the intensity of his concentration. “What are you doing?” you asked quietly. 

“Jus’– I wanted to sketch some ideas later and I thought—‘cause it’s Christmas—that maybe some holly designs might take off,” he explained, poking and prodding at the leaves until they sat just right. “I know Buck is wantin’ to do the same, or at least, somethi– FUCK!”

Steve’s answer was cut off by a sudden, loud shriek of fright falling from his lips, and he leaped a foot in the air, arching his back as though to get away from something or someone. 

That someone, as it happened, was his devious husband. 

Bucky fell into hysterics — his face turned red from how hard he was laughing, and you stared at him as he sank to his knees on the floor. The sound of his wheezes for air were as funny as the whole of the situation itself.  

“You fuckin’ bastard,” Steve grumbled when he finally came back down from the stratosphere. “Buck, I swear–”

“What did you do,” you demanded of Bucky, staring between the two of them. The fright had not only scared Steve, but you as well, and you hadn’t even seen it coming — there were no sounds as Bucky approached to do whatever he did to Steve. 

“The fucker put his cold as fuck hands on my back under my shirt!” Steve ranted. “Here I was thinkin’ he maybe wanted to be sweet on me, but no; fuckin’ no.”

It dawned on you — the lack of graphite scratches over paper, the fridge next to where Bucky was sitting in the back room... 

And you lost it. 

Your laughter echoed with Bucky’s, and you only managed to save yourself from falling to the floor by grabbing the countertop. 

“Oh, very fuckin’ funny—yeah, sure, it’s hilarious,” Steve rumbled, gesturing wildly with his hands, but he wasn’t fooling anybody — the quirk of his lips grew bigger until he was smirking, and his eyes, bright and fond, stared down at Bucky and you with something big swimming in them. “Wait– Were you in on this, Petal?”

“No!” you cried, getting to your feet and hauling Bucky up, too. “I swear—I didn’t know, I just–”

“Your face, oh my fuck–” Bucky tried, but he burst into laughter again. 

Steve shook his head and walked around the counter. “I’m goin’, see you two later,” he said, barely holding back his laugh. “Catch your breath and I’ll be back with drinks—if I feel nice.”

The door swung open, the bell rang off of the walls, and Bucky dramatically cried, “But Steve, baby, it’s cold outside!”

It was to no avail — the door swung shut behind Steve after he walked out, chin high and shoulders back, and both you and Bucky dissolved onto the floor once more, keening with laughter. 

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[utahimeow]

oikawa’s kids find a photo album

the kids and their curious hands never fail to amaze you. this time, they managed to uncover a photo album from a box somewhere in the depths of your home. you stumble across them sat in a circle around it in the middle of the sitting room and cross your arms over your chest.

“where’d you go and get your noses stuck this time?”

“mama, is this you and daddy?” your seven year old asks. he’s the middle child—also the loudest, a stark contrast to your first son who’s two years older and hardly made a peep when he was a newborn. your youngest, your four-year-old darling girl, is somewhere in between the two.

as you approach your little clan, you find that he’s right. the photo he points at is one of you and oikawa on a high school trip in your third year, back when you two were still hiding feelings from one another. back when you were still fawning over the volleyball team’s captain and setter, one of the top players in your prefecture. a smile overtakes your face then, a nostalgic warmth setting into your bones.

“come on,” you say, picking up the album so you can take a seat on the couch. the boys earnestly take their spots on either side of you, and your little girl scrambles into your lap.

even you’d forgotten the contents of the album, having left it untouched for so many years. but as you sit there, sifting through the pages that held memories from fifteen years ago, you have to bite back tears in front of your children.

“there’s daddy with your uncle iwa,” you say, pointing to a picture where the two boys strike some dumb poses. it was the summer after you all graduated, and you had gone to the beach with a bunch of classmates to celebrate. next to that photo is one of you and oikawa, his jacket around your shoulders, his arm pulling you close.

“there’s me with daddy,” you say, voice oozing with fondness. “that was when we fell in love.”

it was the night he kissed you for the first time. it took him three years to do it—to this day you haven’t let him live it down. it was also the night he told you he was moving to south america to play volleyball for a living, and the night you cried until you couldn’t breathe.

he had made a promise to you that night— “this is just the start of everything, my love. not the end. i promise.”

…and here you are sitting with three of his kids. well, he certainly didn’t break his promise.

as you flip through the pages, you find photos of you in college, and oikawa with his teammates. photos from when you graduated and moved to argentina. photos of your parents as well as oikawa’s. photos of when oikawa proposed. photos from when you became pregnant.

“you know who’s in there?” you ask, tapping at your bump in the picture. taken in mexico, when you and oikawa decided to head there for a vacation. three heads shake, and your fingers tickle at your oldest’s side. “it’s you.”

“but how did he get out?!” your younger son screeches, and your eyes turn dramatically wide, your shoulders shrugging as you stare at him with an expression that mirrors his one of perplexity.

one of your favourite photos is of your husband after winning a match, holding his very first son who was just one, who’s wearing a tiny version of his jersey that you’d gotten custom made to surprise him. there’s a second photo of the three of you at the same match. at the time oikawa had no idea you were three months pregnant with his second child.

“you guys wanna see photos of younger daddy playing volleyball?” you gasp. your kids give a chorus of excited yeah!s in response, so you rise to your feet after plucking your daughter off your lap. “okay, be right back.”

what you thought would be a treasure hunt doesn’t last long enough to be called that. because sure enough, you find the album you’re after underneath you and your husband’s shared bed—a scrapbook filled solely with professionally developed photographs of oikawa throughout his career.

you’re not sure how you didn’t hear the front door, but when you return to the sitting room, your husband is home, getting climbed on and attacked with affection from his children.

“oh, hello,” you chime. dark brown eyes find you and in an instant they light up.

“hi, gorgeous,” he grins. when he stands, his daughter remains clinging to him, arms wrapped firmly around his neck. she doesn’t budge even as he plants a kiss to your lips in greeting.

“we were in the middle of looking at some old photo albums. care to join us? oh, wait, you’re probably hungry, aren’t you though? let me heat up—”

“baby,” oikawa chuckles, ever so charming when his arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you towards the couch with him. “dinner can wait. i can’t miss the chance to tell the kids what an annoying brat you used to be when we were young.”

your mouth falls open as you scoff in disbelief. “wait till they hear what a cocky son of a-”

“oi,” he cuts you off, but not without a cheeky grin.

you stick your tongue out at him, eventually taking your spot in the middle of the other oikawas.

your husband gives some kind of story for each photo in the album, one of the plays he recalls making, how close the match had been, how he had made the last point by pure luck.

“daddy, you’re like flying!” your daughter squeals, pointing at one of the pictures where oikawa was spiking—a rare occasion for a setter, and extremely impressive for that reason.

“i felt like i was,” oikawa says.

“i wanna be like you, daddy,” she declares.

oikawa had never pushed volleyball onto his kids, no matter how much he wanted to pass on his legacy. if they wanted to play volleyball, he wanted them to play it out of passion, not some random obligation, not out of pressure. and your daughter had always been the biggest daddy’s girl—she adored him, as much as he adored her. it’s why his chest swells at her words and the both of you know: a volleyball player had just been born.

[minhosimthings]

Call him up. He comes to my bedroom. Ended up we'd fuck on the hotel floor.

Summary: you, Jay, fucking after an award show

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, MINORS DNI, Oral (recieving), some comfort from husband material Jay

A/N: ALRIGHT! First smut work! I definitely need to improve a lot but here you go my babygirls. Also first Jay drabble! YAY! im taking a break from my work and writing whenever I'm at work and just staring at fishies.

Song rec: A&W by Lana del Rey. Yes the title is a lyric from that song. My favourite lyric!

"You wanted to see me baby?" Jay Park. Can anyone in this world get more luckier that you to get Jay fucking Park.

Award shows were boring, but when you had Jay beside you, it made it worth it, for you to stare at that slightly open white shirt with that watch that you gifted him, wrapped around his pretty little wrist. Yet again, L/N Y/N had won another award for best producer of the year. Some more of these and your house will end up becoming a store for selling 'Best producer' awards. Jay's group Enhypen had won 'Best boy band of the year' award this time and you were so proud of him. If not for the slight hiccup.

Being a producer, your ears were probably the most sensitive shit on earth, which enabled you to hear far more further than most people can (I actually have this ability and it's really cool!). Which in turn allows you to eavesdrop easily. But sometimes the eavesdropping isn't always the most comforting thing on this world, and as you heard your fellow producers smoke in the bathroom stalls and say 'She just got that award because she's Jay's girlfriend.' and 'He's so delicious though. Why did he pick that ugly bitch of a whore?'. You weren't really the type of person to cry or feel insecure, I mean after all you were in the kpop industry. Someone was always prettier or more talented than you. But hey, you were raised by some pretty good people, who taught you not to let jealousy take over you. But sometimes even saints abandon their principles in time of desperation. And for you? Your co workers shit talking about you was the time of desperation. You knew being in a relationship in this industry and letting it be public was a risk. But for Jay? Oh honey you'd risk the entire universe to be with him.

"Honey what's wrong? Hey are you crying?" Jay had walked into your hotel room, after you sent a staff member to get him. The afterparty was in the same hotel and you knew Jay would be with the rest of the boys, enjoying, drinking and critiquing every person's outfit. But you just couldn't go and stand there and give fake smiles to your coworkers, and pretend that everything was okay. You needed your boyfriend right now. And Jay would do anything for you, even abandon a party to come up to your magnificent suite. "Baby what's wrong?" Jay sat down on the bed next to you and cupped your cheeks. "You weren't at the party. I brought some food for you." Hearing that only made you sob harder onto your custom made red Prada dress, a gift from the worried man sitting in front of you, wondering silently what he could do to make you feel better as he stroked your hair and put your head against his chest.

"Shh baby shh. What happened?" "I- I heard them s-saying- Jay they think I- don't have- Jay." You sniffled in Jay's chest as he quickly understood what had happened. He had seen your coworkers giggling and approaching him again and again at the party and connecting the dots, it made perfect sense. Tracing the jewels on your dress with one hand and slightly taking off his tie with his other, Jay moved you to the pillow slowly, whilst admiring your figure in that dress. He hadn't had much of a chance to talk to you or see you up close since both of you were seated at different places, far from each other, neither did he have the chance to see you before the show, so when his eyes fell upon the tightly fit fabric on your hips, oh god his entire world came crashing down.

"Jay wha- what are you doi-" "Baby where do you keep the condoms?" You shuddered back as Jay slowly cane above you. "I- I'm on the pill." Jay slowly unzipped your dress, sneaking his hand behind you as you moved your hand to his collar. "Good" he growled against your ear. "You'll see what you're capable of tonight."

"Jay~" you whine as he grinds against your figure, the fabric of your dress slowly getting destroyed and ripped off of your body. You were quick to unbutton his white silk shirt, your gift, and unbutton his pants, throwing away the belt onto the bedside table. Jay moaned lowly as he inhaled the scent of your jasmine perfume, his favourite one. "Shit baby were you always this wet for him?" He teased you as you could do nothing but only whine in response. "Jay ah fuck!" He had slipped his fingers into your cunt, rings still on. The metal of the rings rubbed your pussy so hard, pleasure seeping in and out of you. "Is this ok baby? Or does my love need my cock inside?" "Jay ngh ahh fuck!" He slips himself in at an absolutely brutal pace, that your brain goes dumb and your pussy goes wild. This was heaven like you've never seen it. Jay was angry, so angry, and as his hands felt all of your naked skin, and all of your sadness turning into pure pleasure, satisfaction filled him to the brim. "No Jay don't pull out please." You whine to Jay as he slowly goes back. "Patience baby. Patience. I'll make you feel even better yeah? Give me my belt would you?" You were quick to reach out to the bedside table, where the brown leather belt lay, waiting for its turn. Jay slowly got your hands up and tied them to the bedframe with the belt tightly, as all you were capable of doing was whine and moan for him. "Jay please" He chuckled slowly at your desperate words and made his way down to your ripped pink panties. Pressing light kisses to your pussy, Jay took in your ever sweet whimpers and as his tongue darted out ever so often to flick you cute little clit, it drove you crazy, as you begged and begged for his cock again and again. "Aww does my Y/N want her daddy's dick inside of her now?" You whimpered again as he came up to you, face right above yours, hot breath, tinted with the smell of alcohol hitting your face. "Yes d-daddy please I need it please." You whispered to him. "Anything for my princess." He kissed you with his tongue moving around in your mouth, hands touching your clit, making you moan out his name, in the dirtiest way possible.

"Ah deeper Jay go deeper please." "You like that baby? Want me to cum inside of you hm?" The belt tied around your hands was untied now, as you moved your hands to Jay's pretty neck and thrust him into you. Jay sucked on your nipple softly, love and roses filling the huge room. The bed was definitely strong, because at the rate both of you were thrusting into each other, it should have broke. But then again, the hotel you were in wasn't called the best in the country for no reason.

"Wanna get in the shower baby?" Jay finally pulled out and flopped next to you on the bed, both of your hair and makeup, a mess. "Sure baby. Round two there?" You asked him, massaging your legs. Jay, to your dissatisfaction, shook his head. "No baby. Lets get washed up. We got an event tomorrow don't we? Don't want you limping at the event do we?" You pouted slightly as you remembered the Prada event you had tomorrow and as an ambassador, you had to deliver a speech. Yep another round of sex with Jay right now and tomorrow, nothing would be on your brain other than getting your pussy filled with his cum again. "Alright oh great Park Joengsoeng. I got your lavender shampoo. Wanna use that?" You said while getting up from the bed, completely naked. "Of course baby." Jay replied.

Winning an award tonight was good but getting your actual award with Jay was even better, you thought, as you entered the hot shower, Jay caressing your hips and kissing your neck. Yep you can't wait to get married to this man.

[rinstrumental]

under the mistletoe grapevine

diluc / 1,035 words

a/n i started writing this at work last year and remembered about it like an hour ago lol

# friends to lovers, mutual pining (all that Good Shit), assumption that diluc has/had extended family and a mother, gender neutral reader, love confessions, not proofread

The Ragnvindrs had a special Christmas tradition. Instead of the usual mistletoe branch overhead, a grape vine would hang in its place - to honour the family’s legacy, nothing more.

However, this custom was also observed at the Ragnvindrs’ open house holiday parties, which of course were always packed to the brim. there was an age old rumour that any lovers who kissed under the vine would be blessed with a content and long relationship. Loosely following that belief, many people ascertained that confessing to your beloved under the grapevine would make them reciprocate their feelings. Numerous couples were formed every christmas thanks to that, though only a handful proved the myth to be true.

Diluc did not believe in or care for this tradition, despite it being the way his own parents began dating. Sure, his parents were happy together until his mother passed, followed by her husband, but they were one out of a hundred. Year after year, Diluc watched countless teenagers cry dejectedly under the vine and relationships quickly fall apart by the new year. He wasn’t the only witness to the drama - everyone knew about it. So why did people still believe in it?

People yearned love, and this was just another silly gimmick believed in by those desperate enough to put such delusions in their head to obtain it. Whatever. He had more pressing matters to worry about.

His bright red eyes flickered up and caught yours, surprised to find them staring at him. It was Christmas Eve, the night before the festivities were due to begin, and you were helping Diluc with the last-minute preparations like you did every year.

Your gaze shifted towards the list in your hands, slightly embarrassed that he’d seen you looking.

“That’s the tree done… just one more thing to do. Drum roll please…” you rapped your fist against the table. “The grapevine! Your favourite!”

Diluc snorted. “That’s my least favourite.”

“I know. That’s the joke.”

He yawned. “Well. it’s your favourite. I think i’ll give you the pleasure of putting it up, and i’ll go to sleep. I’ve got a ton of small talk to do tomorrow.”

“Come on, humour me.” You turned in your stool to look at the man beside you. Without a word or a second glance, he slipped off his seat and began walking away.

“Wait!” you yelped, grabbing his arm quickly. “Please?”

Diluc felt his body get warm at your grip on his arm and the look on your face. He knew you knew that you could always get the better of him with those eyes.

You cleared your throat when he didn’t respond, deciding not to tease Diluc for the painfully obvious blush on his face. “Besides, I need you to hold the stepstool for me. don’t want me breaking my leg on Christmas Eve, don’t you?”

“Fine,” he muttered finally. You let his arm drop with a triumphant smile and marched off to the living room.

The ceiling there was not as high as the one in the main hall, just the perfect height for hanging decorations from it. Diluc unfolded the stepstool it in the furthest corner of the room and held it steady by the legs.

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/N.”

You began your ascent, grapevine tucked precariously under your arm. Once you had clambered to the top, you stood up slowly, careful to not lose your footing on the small surface.

Diluc watched you tensely. He trusted that you were being cautious, but he couldn’t help but worry. “Careful,” he called out.

You didn’t respond, focused on securing the vine to the ceiling. after a minute of silence, you finally exhaled, arms dropping back to your sides. “That’s my workout the rest of year.”

“Alright, get down from there now,” Diluc sighed.

It all happened so quickly. You missed the step on the way down, and you all of a sudden your balance was lost and you were toppling backwards. A shout of terror ripped from your throat, anticipating the crash.

You felt yourself land on a… body? You looked around frantically to find yourself in Diluc’s arms, his left hand cradling your back and his right hooked under your legs.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped. His face looked just as shocked as you were, concern etched into his features. You could feel his heartbeat against you - fast and worried. “You’re lucky I managed to catch you. Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine.” you gasped, still trying to calm down from the scare. You couldn’t seem to get your pulse to slow, and how long has it been since you’ve been in Diluc’s arms? A minute? Ten?

His gaze kept flickering around your face, searching for any indication that you were hurt. Even in a moment like this, he couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you looked… and how close you were.

It was a collision, the way your lips crashed against each other. The kiss was initially intense, passionate, years of pining finally bursting past the brim. Then it eased off slightly, gentler as Diluc let your feet reach the ground and his hands slid down to meet at the small of your back, pulling you closer. He tasted like gingerbread.

The way he chased your lips, the way his arms wrapped around you, it was all you ever could’ve imagined and more. Finally processing what was going on, you pulled away from the kiss.

“I love you.” You said it quickly, before you lost your edge.

“I… love you too,” Diluc whispered, surprising himself. He didn’t think he would ever say that out loud to you. Hell, he didn’t even dare admit it to himself. “I have for a long time. I don’t think I can ever stop.”

The two of you stood, basking in the feeling that is having someone reciprocate your love. The room seemed a little more colourful.

“Do you realise what you just did?” You were the first to break the silence.

Diluc groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I kissed someone under the grapevine.”

You laughed breathily. “Back to your grumpy self already? Should I kiss you again, Luc?”

He cracked a smile, despite himself. “I’m not against that.”

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

hey! really like the fics you write, and if you're still taking requests, domestic klaroline please? like they're settled and everything, could be human au or not, with or without babies, thx!

This is a gift for one of my favourite authors @galvanizedfriend--love love love your stories, especially The Wolf...so hope you like this!

(also this is my first time gifting an author on ao3/tumblr so I'm super nervous)

Combined this with another ask of the ask game: wedding+kc fluff. Hope you like it!

XXX

“Klaus, put me down!”

“It’s tradition to carry your bride over the threshold, love,” said Klaus, grinning as he ran towards the house, careful not to let Caroline’s veil drag on the ground.

“When you're near the steps of the house, not the entire way from the wedding venue,” said Caroline, her tone half-exasperated and half-amused.

“Not in my world,” said Klaus, swinging her around, and she laughed, her eyes dancing with laughter.

“Klaus, people are going to see. They're going to think we’ve gone mad.”

“We got married,” said Klaus, and he couldn’t help but relish the words. “We’re married, Caroline. You're my wife.”

“I’m aware,” she laughed, kissing his cheek. “I was there.”

“Alright, we’ve reached the house now, now you don’t even have an excuse to tell me to put you down.”

“I suppose not,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips. “Carry me over the threshold, husband of mine.”

“As you wish, my love,” he grinned, and swung open the door, kicking off his shoes and slipping Caroline’s off, setting her down. He quickly grabbed her waist and drew her closer, kissing her with a fervour.

“Klaus,” she said, between kisses, “Nik—mm—listen—we have to—Klaus—”

“Later,” he muttered, his hands working at the pins securing the veil to her hair.

“Niklaus,” Caroline said, her voice breathy, “listen to me.”

“Tradition dictates I have a right to kiss my new wife after I carry her over the threshold,” he murmured, kissing her neck, and Caroline let out a soft laugh.

“You're never been one to stick to tradition, Nik,” she said, her breath hot on his neck. “But if you obviously want to listen to tradition, then I think you should hear one of the other wedding customs there are.”

“Alright, fuck tradition,” Klaus growled, setting her on the couch, ripping off the veil.

“Then you obviously don’t want to take off my garter now? With your teeth?”

Klaus pulled back, a light dancing in his eyes. “Well, if it’s tradition…” he drawled, and Caroline rolled her eyes.

“You're an idiot.”

They had mutually decided not to do the garter toss at the wedding (it’s stupid, Klaus, and I don’t want to accidentally flash any of our friends), and had instead decided to do it in their new house (even better, since I’ll get to finish what I started, don’t you agree, love?...Klaus.)

“Skirt up, love,” Klaus smirked, sinking down to his knees. “Since we’re so traditional.”

“Premarital sex is not traditional,” Caroline said, letting out a small gasp as he placed a kiss on her thigh as he looked up at her with dark, lustful eyes.

“I don’t recall hearing any objections,” Klaus replied, lazily snapping the band of the garter against the sensitive skin of her thigh, making her moan. “Lace, love?”

“As if it could be anything else,” Caroline gasped, winding her fingers into his curls when he snagged his teeth onto the lace band. “Just take it off, Klaus.”

“Beautiful thing, this,” Klaus murmured, lazily sliding the garter down to her knees. “Judging by the varieties I've seen, however...black lace. Last summer. Brighton. Shame it didn't go with your dress.”

“If you don’t behave and take it off you'll never see anything like it again.”

Klaus emerged from under her skirt, his hair thoroughly rumpled, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, the white lace garter between his teeth. “Now, I do believe I have a few…traditions…to adhere to.”

“Take me to bed,” Caroline murmured. “Now.”

“As the lady wishes.”

XXX

Thanks for reading! Cheers!

[circusgoth-dotcom]

The Love Shack (aka the local convenience store)

Ship: Wade Wilson x Keaton Magnolia

Word Count: 1156

Summary: HUGHJGHGHH THE SILLYYS... sorry writing this fic rotted my brain in a good way. Wade and Keaton make a trip to the convenience store. :0) CWs for themes of insecurity and food mentions. GLITTER ON THE MATTRESSSS GLITTER ON THE HIGHWAYYYY (lyrics) 🕺🕺

Tag List: @futurewife @canongf

Wade had always been eerily astute when it came to reading his boyfriend’s emotions and body language, especially when it seemed like such a hassle for everyone else. So a deep sigh from across the room was more than enough to catch his attention. The two had been sitting on opposite sides of his living room and looking at their respective devices, an activity Wade had only recently learned the name of: Parallel Play.

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, dropping his custom red and black Nintendo DS on his chest. Keaton looked up, clearly having not expected for Wade to take such obvious notice of the sound he had made.

“Oh, er, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Keaton waved his hand dismissively, still half-focused on his phone. Wade heaved himself off of his couch and placed his hand between Keaton’s face and the screen.

"Talk to me. Even if it really is nothing, it was enough to make you sigh like your favourite celebrity turned out to be another asshole, so talk to me."

Keaton’s face burned slightly as he set his phone down. "You're not going to let it be until I talk, are you?"

"Do you really have to ask me that question?" Wade grinned and nudged Keaton over slightly, squeezing into what little space was left on the armchair his husband had been occupying.

"Fine. I want to make a trip to the corner store but it's late and I don't want to bother you by asking you to put on pants and you know how I am about spending money--" Before he could finish, Wade had leaned in, his lips ghosting Keaton’s own and his nose bumping against theirs.

"All you had to say was you wanted some snackies and I would've had my pants on before you had even gotten up. Keke, you know I'll never say no to food, no matter the time, and don't beat yourself up about spending, I am flush with cash. Especially cash for snacks." Wade whispered intensely before closing the minute gap between their lips. "Fuck, I love you."

Keaton blinked, somewhat surprised. "Damn, didn't know such a proposition would get you so hot and bothered or I would've asked earlier."

Wade giggled excitedly and crawled off of him to throw on some pants- for once, without argument. Keaton popped up and threw a Bad Batdz Maru sweatshirt on over his tank top, a gift from Wade when he had taken a contract in Japan.

“God, you’re so cute, I just want to crush you down into a tiny ball and hurl you across the room,” Wade growled happily through gritted teeth as he squeezed Keaton’s cheeks before picking up his keys. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

As soon as they entered the hallway, Wade quickened his pace just enough to goad Keaton into chasing him down the stairs and out onto the street before launching himself onto Wade’s back and transforming into a sloth, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his ribs.

“Gotcha!” Keaton announced triumphantly.

“Ohh noo, I’m going to succumb to sloth fever, blehhh,” Wade stuck out his tongue in a mocking performance of dying from a made-up illness, making Keaton chuckle. “Shall I carry you all the way, like a mighty steed?”

Keaton considered this, then slid off of his husband’s back and transformed back into his human self. “Eh, might get some especially weird looks if the humanoid equivalent of an overboiled hotdog is seen carrying a giant sloth on his back, don’t you think?”

“Sounds like your average Canadian New Yorker to me. Also,” Wade then gasped dramatically, “rude!”

The two walked hand-in-hand down the dark street, laughing and talking loud despite it being nearly midnight. They couldn’t care less about the few shouts they heard to shut up, it was those people’s choice to live in the city that “never sleeps!” When they reached the corner store, Wade held open the door for his husband.

“After you, fine sir.”

“Oh, how chivalrous. Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya on the way in.” Keaton snickered, winking as he wandered into the linoleum-lined oasis, breathing in the smell of floor wax and the heat from the slushie machine. He went straight for the beverage aisle, debating on what he wanted, while Wade scoped out the chips. Love Shack by The B-52s played on the overhead speakers.

“Sign says, ‘Stay away, fools! ‘Cause love rules, at the Lo-o-ve Shack…’” Keaton mumbled to himself under his breath with a smile as he selected a bottle of Pepsi, moving onto the freezer section and calling over his shoulder, “Wadey, you want any ice cream?”

“Ah-huh?” Wade’s muffled voice came over the shelves, prompting Keaton to look around the corner, where he spied Wade with his entire head under the blue raspberry slushie nozzle, mouth steadily filling with unnaturally blue slush. Keaton snorted, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth.

“Wade! We’re gonna get kicked out!” He hissed through silent laughter. Wade swallowed thickly, flicking off the nozzle and angling his head out from under it, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“They can ban the mercenary from the convenience store, but they can’t ban the convenience store from the mercenary,” he stated matter-of-factly, his teeth practically glowing blue. “And yes, of course I want ice cream.”

“That makes… no sense, but moving on, their selection’s kind of shit if I’m going to be honest. You want Chunky Monkey or Moose Tracks?”

“Mmnm… Chunky Monkey, please.”

“You got it, hunky monkey. Also you’ve got some slush on your chin.”

“Come lick it off, then!” Wade called eagerly as Keaton turned his back to him.

“Veronica Sawyer prefers cherry!”

Wade groaned in light annoyance while Keaton smiled to himself and picked up the ice cream; a pint of Chunky Monkey for Wade, and a chocolate drumstick without nuts for himself. Lastly, he slipped into the candy aisle and picked up a classic Herhsey’s bar. He then met Wade at the counter, who placed down a large bag of Takis and two large slushies, one blue and one red. Keaton watched him adoringly as he paid for it all, taking the two plastic bags and handing Keaton the slushies to carry.

“You really are the best partner, Wade,” Keaton praised as they made their way home. Wade blushed and smiled crookedly, his mind flooded with insecurity at the word “best.”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t say that…”

“Hey, just because I love you doesn’t mean I’m dismissing that you’re still a real asshole sometimes… but I love you. Don’t forget that, okay?”

Wade swallowed, his lip trembling slightly before bumping affectionately against Keaton as they walked.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it… pookiebear.”

The two smiled at each other in the yellow lamplight.

“Can I get a sip of my slushie?”

“Yes, Wade.”

[gothimp]

tagged by @archonfurina in a cute new game

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭…

01. a character you love.

Shadowheart… she’s my wife she’s my best friend she’s my mirror she’s my narrative foil I just love her. Her design is so delicious too. My husband actually got a necklace custom made for my birthday right after the game dropped that looks exactly like Shadowheart’s circlet

02. your favourite food from your culture.

Americans really changed the game with corn dogs and peanut butter. They’re like the only two foods that make me feel patriotic. Also if we’re talking about roots shepherds pie and cottage pie have a big tradition in my family and instantly make me feel at home

03. what your dream apartment / room / house is like.

We’re actually about to move cross country and trade our 3 bedroom house for an apartment so I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I really like a clean but moody aesthetic. Minimal knick-knacks but some silver framed art, colored glass vases. I’m hesitant to say dark academia but maybe just like a slightly less cluttered whimsigoth?

04. your personal style or aesthetic.

Lots of cool tones and dark colors. I prefer looser more gender neutral cuts when I can but when I’m feeling more feminine I LOVE a patterned fishnet + band tee combo. I also wear a lot of hair accessories like hair sticks and claw clips (these sunnies have been on my wishlist forever, and those vans are my favorite shoes I currently have)

05. a happy memory.

Seeing Hozier for his wasteland baby tour :) it was at the beautiful orpheum theater and the whole show was so dreamy

06. your favourite way(s) to spend time.

Playing D&D, writing, playing video games with my husband, horror movies, reading, going on road trips, sunbathing.

07. story behind your url / title / quote / description / icon.

As far as my url, my favorite pokemon is Grimmsnarl!! I love the dark/fairy dual typing. Also I love the use of imps as familiars.

08. something that comforts you or brings you joy.

My kitties 🩵 they are my little house goblins and I love them so much.

09. what you’re looking forward to.

MOVING!!!! Get me out of the south please 😭

10. something else that’s important to you.

I saw Dev Patel’s Monkey Man weeks ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I know I didn’t even catch all the complexities because I don’t know much about eastern cultures but it’s one of the best movies I’ve ever seen and the symbolism I did catch blew me away. Please watch Monkey Man. Please.

Taglist below 🩵

@haarleps @razz-berry @elvves @estevnys @dragonologist-phd

@superhaught @avallachs @devilbrakers @leopardmuffinxo @pitchmoss

@dragonsplague @vvanessaives @katsigian @mapeslyrup @feykiller @fullyclothedmolerat

[finniestoncrane]

Can you do Riddler headcannons about going to Disney World or more chaotic them going in a big group to Disney. I feel like Arkham and Telltale are the groups designated dads and Capullio is throwing a fit because they won’t stop to get him an ice cream again! 😂

Riddlers At Disney World

Riddler Headcanons this is perfect lmao (also shout out to my husband for sitting next to me and shouting out his own headcanons) so i picked disney world because i've been there more recently and there was more to choose from! i've assigned them all what i think their favourite park is too because i couldn't help myself also i would like to say that they're all wearing the same custom jumper. it's green with a question mark on the front and on the back it says "if lost please return to arkham" request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: mostly all fluffy but some language

telltale

you are 100% spot on he is the designated dad of the group for sure. only because he's so grumpy and determined to remain calm even in the face of unbridled, nostalgic joy. he'll queue to get his picture taken with mary poppins and then he'll be the bag carrier for the rest of the day. he doesn't want to go on any rides, that's for babies. and god help you if you suggest he put on a pair of mickey ears. favourite park: downtown disney. booze, limited children, and for some reason he's just super into the idea of the hot air balloon

gotham

this is neither fun nor whimsical nor evil not intellectually stimulating. maybe MAYBE he would be vaguely entertained by what was on offer at tomorrowland, and he did like the dapper dans to be fair. but the haunted mansion did remind him of a certain someone's aesthetic. and so did the enchanted tiki room, so the whole time he was grinding his teeth and almost busting the vein at his temple... favourite park: the car park, especially on the way home, when the park is but a distant memory

dano

from the minute you get past the main gate, like the one at the car park, his stupid little smile has been pressed tight into his chubby cheeks. man is DESPERATE to heal that inner child, and part of the process is having a day long sugar high, meeting eeyore, eating three turkey legs and seven dole whips, and then napping in the monorail after the fireworks at the end of the day. he is literally bouncing. favourite park: hollywood studios. i know man is frothing at the mouth for the star wars shit and you can't convince me otherwise

arkham

wow ok he really thought he would hate this, but then the boat turned that first corner in it's a small world and his silly little eyes lit up. so. many. little. robots. my GOD the possibilities would be endless with an army of robot children. and you think he was vibrating with excitement after that one, wait till you see him encounter that freaky animatronic of the shaman on the avatar ride. favourite park: animal kingdom. it's nice to have a look at all the different animals so he can decide which ones he should attach lasers to next

capullo

you're so right, anytime he sees something he wants but can't have he's going to go in a little huff. the temper tantrum he had when gaston made a joke about being more manly than him was bordering on bad enough to get escorted out of the parks. also, he's not allowed to do any more character meet and greets because if he hits on one more princess he's getting a lifetime ban and a smack on the head. favourite park: he likes the water parks, for the wet milfs. hello potentially desperate single moms

unburied

he's only going on the fastest rides and good luck getting him to stop swearing in front of children, which while you're on the subject, he wants to know why there are so many children? and is it ok to kick them out of the way if they're particularly irritating? also, he's not sorry about the fact that he is going to pick the most irritating souvenirs. anything that is bulky, bright, and loud. just like him. favourite park: epcot. and not because of the frozen ride, definitely NOT because of the frozen ride, he's a fan of world cuisine

young justice

oh my god his feet hurt and you are not going to hear the end of it. why does he have to queue? do they not know who he is? and also, you wouldn't have to queue for so long if everyone had listened to him when he said he had worked out a plan with average wait times to calculate which rides to go to first. but no, everyone was too busy calling him a nerd. and now look, he's tired and cranky and he wants a fuckin churro. favourite park: magic kingdom (tomorrowland). but the carousel of progress freaks him out

[mk-writes-stuff]

WIP Questionnaire

Rules: answer as many (or as few) questions as you’d like!

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks and @illarian-rambling for the tags! This one seems like a lot of fun :)

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

For the Seven Stations, I created Belladonna, Cassie (although her name was actually Cass for a bit) and the general concept of “stations floating in the void” all at once chilling at a bus stop going “I want to write space fantasy.” Belladonna and Cassie were created as “stuck-up noblewoman (actually being abused) and her rude (but actually not a bad sort) bodyguard who hate each other and are in lesbians about it.” The stations came about because I went “wow I don’t want to write about planets I just want to be on a ship” so I structured the world so I could just do that.

The Pirates’ Roost is a fanfiction so I started with that. I think the first independent thing I came up with was Amelia’s wife and Malcolm’s husbands. Then Malcolm’s tragic backstory (which slowly got worse, sorry Malcolm). Then Julian and Finley as the first major OCs.

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

The Seven Stations would probably call for a custom space-opera-esque orchestral piece. Somewhere between “ball music” and “Star Trek theme song.”

The Pirates’ Roost - well the theme song I currently have for it is Sea Shanty Medley by Home Free, but the Pirates of the Caribbean theme song would also suit well.

Who are your favourite characters you’ve made? Why?

Seven Stations it has to be Stellaris. He’s the world’s sweetest most awkward autistic nobleman who’s trying really really hard and still keeps screwing it up (relatable). I love writing him - he’s so blunt - and he’s always so earnest. For later books, Septimus and Shen are two of my other favourites, but I haven’t talked about them that much.

For the Pirates’ Roost, it’s Tatum. I love them. Tatum is probably the most dysfunctional individual on Ixalan who’s been through so much shit and keeps going through so much shit and everyone hates them. They’re trying really hard but every circumstance is stacked against them and also they’re dying, so it’s not going too great.

What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

Hmmm this is a hard one. I feel like “fantasy space lesbians” might grab some of the Locked Tomb fans for Seven Stations but I know they’re pretty different outside of that. I’m not entirely sure yet?

The Pirates’ Roost is fanfiction so I’d hope some of the Magic: the Gathering fanbase would be interested :). Also the Our Flag Means Death fandom might get some interest because gay pirates

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Honestly, with the Seven Stations, mostly actually writing the thing. That and trying to keep the story aligned to an actual plot and not just meandering to do all the cool things and forgetting why I’m here. I think I’ve done a pretty good job :)

With the Pirates’ Roost, pinning down some of the characterization has been surprisingly hard. Malcolm was difficult to get consistent. Also figuring out how to post it in something readable - I still don’t know if I’ve achieved that.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

The Seven Stations have bees. That’s literally the only animal on the stations. They’re exclusively used for farming. They’re absolutely vital to the stations’ ecosystem but they are not plot relevant lol.

The Pirates’ Roost has a lot of animals - there’s a side arc about a kid who, among other things, really wants a pet dinosaur - but I have to focus on Francisco. Francisco is a very intelligent Ixalani Black parrot who was rescued from the hold of a smuggling ship by Malcolm. He’s basically Malcolm’s therapy animal - Malcolm lavishes affection and attention on Francisco as a way of coping with his own neglect and abuse over the years. He also inadvertently trains Francisco to spy for him by teaching him the question, “Who said that?” There is an incident where a deckhand cuts Francisco’s primaries and Malcolm sneaks into their room and shaves them bald, including their eyebrows.

How do your characters get around?

On the Seven Stations, within stations, they get around through walking and elevators. They travel between stations and ship cargo via shuttles. There is also a generation ship they encounter briefly but it quickly gets stranded.

In the Pirates’ Roost, other than walking (or flying if you’re Malcolm), it’s pretty much all ships. Sailing ships are the only practical long-distance travel. The Sun Empire rides dinosaurs sometimes though!

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Draft 1/1.5 of book 1 of the Seven Station Chronicles! I always do one quick editing pass immediately after I finish a scene so drafts 1 and 1.5 kind of happen at the same time.

The Pirates’ Roost is on the backburner but I’m currently posting what I have! Hoping to post Tatum’s first focus short very soon for anyone who’s interested :)

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

For the Seven Stations, I’m hoping the novelty of it being all on space stations will get some attention. Also I have a lot of representation in the series, so I’m hoping that’ll catch a few eyes. Besides that, we have enemies/annoyances to lovers, lots of space politics, and cool regency space aesthetics.

For the Pirates’ Roost, well - pirates! Also dinosaurs. Again, lots of representation. Found family, chaos adventures, the world’s most cinnamon roll protagonist, his grumpy but loving boyfriend, and his deeply deeply traumatized friend (whoops they’re all deeply traumatized actually).

What are your hopes for your WIP?

I want people to read and enjoy it! For both of them - I would absolutely love to get even a handful of excited fans, that would be the dream for me. Even for Seven Station, I think I’ll be going down the online self-publishing route but I’d hope to get a few really excited readers! I just want to share my creations with the world and have people like them :)

This was a fun game! @elsie-writes @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @finickyfelix y’all want to try this one out? Questions are below:

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

Who are your favourite characters you’ve made? Why?

What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

How do your characters get around?

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

[newtonsheffield]

"Google, turn off Katie's boyfriend" turns off the wifi in the Grand Sharma house.

That’s not going to stop Granny Sharma. She has her Favourite videos saved.

Anthony is a beloved fixture in Kate’s grandparent’s house. He’s been going there since he was six, with his backpack and playing cards with Kate’s grandpa. They’re thrilled when Kate and Anthony get together.

And for all their talk of Grandma Sharma being a legend, Grandpa Sharma is also a legend in a much quieter way.

Edwina was terrified to tell her grandparents she was dating Josie, but they’d been a huge part of her life and she didn’t want to lie to them anymore.

So she cleared her throat at dinner one day with Kate squeezing her hand and said “I’ve been seeing someone. A woman. Named Josie and I’m really happy with her.”

Everyone was silent, staring back at Edwina before their grandmother sighed “Well where is she then?”

“She’s… at home?”

“She doesn’t eat?”

“I… wasn’t… I didn’t know if she would be welcome?” Edwina stuttered looking around at their family sighing as her grandmother turned to Mary.

“Listen to this one. I’m a very modern woman, Edwina, not like Francine across the street. She won’t let her son and his boyfriend in the door, shameful behavior if you ask me.” She tutted, disgusted, “As if that’s not still the child you raised.”

But Edwina wasn’t listening, she was staring at her grandfather, who hadn’t stopped eating his dinner, anxiety clawing at her stomach. “Poppy do you… are you okay?”

Her grandfather finally looked up at her, shrugging, “Girls are pretty, am I supposed to be mad that you noticed?”

“Girls are pretty.” Edwina agreed, swallowing the lump in her throat. “My girl’s really pretty.”

“That’s good.”

And he didn’t say anything else but the next time Edwina saw him he had a tiny rainbow pin on his sweater vest.

“I bought this off a nice young man at the market. He makes them in notting hill with his husband.”

“That’s… sweet Poppy, thank you.”

Grandpa Sharma is also one of Anthony’s best customers. He stops by every day for a fresh loaf of bread. All the staff know him. He buys a loaf of bread and a custard tart and he eats the custard tart before he goes so his wife doesn’t know because he’s supposed to be limiting his sugar intake. He doesn’t care.

[lunagojo]

My Favourite Anime Boys on Their S/O's Birthday

a/n: it may or may not be my birthday on Friday so...is this self-indulgent? Maybe. :p pls enjoy every one <333

Satoru Gojo

(loml, my husband, my darling <3)

Wakes you up the day of with a very loud "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY Y/N!!!!" Then flops on top of you, peppering your face with kisses

Proceeds to just absolutely spoil you for the whole day, even if you insist on him not spending any money on you

"Satoru, just being with you is more than enough."

"It's your birthday, Y/N! I'd be an awful boyfriend if I didn't spoil you ~"

Buys anything you even slightly glance at, doesn't matter what it is

Does not take his hands off you the whole day, expect a whole lot of random hugs and smooches (even more than usual, so...a ton) -- he is not shy about PDA

Brings you to Jujutsu High for a visit and to your surprise the first and second years are there with a cake for you all to share <3

The day ends with you two snuggled up on the couch together, and you fall asleep on his chest, arms wrapped around his torso (he's probably just the comfiest and he probably smells so good I just agdhasgfhs)

He just smiles at the sight, thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life <3

Tengen Uzui

It is an EVENT

As with everything with Tengen, it is flashy, flamboyant, and extravagant

And, of course, his lovely wives help in making the day special

Like Gojo, Tengen will SPOIL you!!! He'll get you an especially beautiful kimono that he had custom made for you to wear <3

Get ready to be just showered in love and praise from all of them, all day

Suma has a hand written letter for you full of how much she adores you and appreciates you, she will also just cling to you all day long

Makio shoves a bouquet of hand-picked flowers into your arms, grumbling while she does so (but she's blushing and shyly wishing you a happy birthday)

Hinatsuru, of course, cooks your favourite meal, but also enlists your help in making a cake for you. She just enjoys spending time with you and likes teaching you how to bake

When Tengen gets home he swoops you up and practically crushes you in his huge arms, swinging you around and covering you in kisses. "Another year of you in this world, Y/N! How very flamboyant!"

Bakugo Katsuki

"Oi, dumbass. Happy birthday."

Acts like he doesn't give a shit or that he didn't spend an extraordinary amount of time panicking about what to do or what to get you for your birthday (spoiler alert: he did ;w;)

It got to such a point that he begrudgingly enlisted the help of his classmates

When Izuku and Ochako suggested throwing you a surprise party, he was a bit hesitant but eventually went along with it, helping them set everything up and telling them what you'd like or wouldn't like

You were so surprised and touched when you saw how much effort they all put into it!

When you hugged Bakugo and thanked him for getting it all set up, he grumbled and blushed a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah...you're welcome."

Though when he sees you having fun and enjoying yourself he can't help but smile a little bit

He would never ever admit it but he's so weak for you <333

Gundham Tanaka

lowkey f r e a k s out when he realizes your birthday is coming up

How should he go about showing you how much you matter to him, especially on such an important day?

He consults Sonia on what to do and she replies with "Well, what do they like to do? Take them to do something they like!"

So, he does just that. Accompanies you wherever you'd like to go, no matter where or what it is. He struggles with socializing, of course, but he enjoys being near you and watching you

He'll stay very quiet throughout the whole day but the look in his eyes just shows how much he adores you (they become so much softer)

If you both somehow end up at an animal shelter his demeanour completely changes

You both spend so much time just playing with the cats and dogs ;u;

Sonia, Peko and Gonta stop by later on with cake to celebrate with you both <3

[fragrantpines]

Hey. I would like Dezou Chicken with the matcha tea prompt, please! 🥺 I love him so much and i want to kiss my Screen because of him.

Take care and don't forget to drink. ❤️

Aww thank you, I'll be sure to do so 💕 Dezhou Chicken with a side of matcha tea coming right up!

(Link to request and prompt list post)

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

Dezhou Chicken

▪︎ Dezhou is a methodical man. He'll calculate everything down to the last second and take into account every possibility, including you rejecting his proposal.

▪︎ At first, the idea of marriage never crosses his mind, content with the relationship that he has with you currently. However, as years go by and more customers start to mistake the two of you for a married couple, he starts to think; quiet mornings with just the two of you, a ring wrapped around his finger signifying eternal love, your voice calling out his name sweetly before referring to him as husband with a small smile... wouldn't it be nice to make those dreams a reality?

▪︎ Days leading up to the proposal are some of the most nerve wrecking days in Dezhou's life. He's made sure that everything is perfect down to a T, including a reservation at a restaurant with your favourite food and a ring that perfectly matches your taste and finger size (Don't ask how he got it, he didn't ask how the flavour girls got it either). All he has to do is actually propose to you....

▪︎ ... Except when he does, the events leading up to it aren't really as planned.

There were three things that could make Dezhou lose his mind: Fuli, work and you.

Right now, as he stands frozen in the doorway, watching you play with the ring he had been planning to propose to you with next week, he wonders where did it all go wrong? The ring should have never appeared within your range of sight, yet somehow here it was, taunting him under the light as your attention is completely drawn by it.

It wasn't until his hat falls onto the floor with a soft "thump" did you notice his presence. You immediately yelp and hide the ring behind your back, nervously laughing, “Dezhou you're back! How... how long have you been standing there?”

“Um,” Dezhou stammers, his internal clock going haywire. “3 minutes 21 seconds? Or maybe it was 26 seconds.... or 27..... or.....”

You bury your face into your hands, exposing the ring under his vision again. “God this is so embarassing,” you murmur loud enough for him to hear, whether intentionally or purposefully he has no idea.

“I--”

“I--”

A silence befalls onto the two of you before both of you start laughing simultaneously.

“You go first.” Dezhou laughs, gesturing you to continue with a wave of a hand.

You return a sheepish grin before placing the ring onto your palm and facing it towards him. “I found this in your drawer when I came to visit the other day,” you explain. “At first, I put it back and tried not to think about it. Yet, the harder I tried not to think about it, the more my thoughts were plagued by it, so I just... wanted to take a closer look at it, that's all.”

Dezhou stares at you wordlessly, his eyes growing bigger and bigger the longer you spoke. Eventually, he takes long strides and bends down in front of you, taking both of your hands into his with a stern look.

“Do you like the ring?” He asks.

You blink, processing his question internally before nodding nodding. “Yes, I like it a lot.”

With your answer, he exhales a breath that he didn't know he was holding, giving wake to a soft smile. “In that case, will you let me propose to you with this ring tomorrow.”

“??” You raise your brow in shock. “Can't you ask me right now?”

Dezhou shakes his head. “No, everything has already been planned. It would be a waste to cancel everything because of a little mishap.” He pauses for a moment, as if deep in thought before whispering softly. “Also, I want to give you the best proposal I can offer. So, can you wait for me?”

He watches as your face slowly turns crimson, dying your cheeks into a pretty red that never failed to make his heart skip a beat. After a while, you finally smile, chuckling lightly.

“Alright, I'll be waiting, soon to be fiancé.”

[skyloftian-nutcase]

oooh um... most of my favourites have been mentioned already, but if you're still up for things either Snow or Emotional Support? Picking is so hard.

LOL Emotional Support, oh, my silly little attempt to cheer @telemna-hyelle haha. Sure, I'll have some fun with that.

...

Relations with the Gerudo had always been... tenuous. Although years of war and famine had wittled their numbers down, and Hylian abuse had done little to help, Zelda was doing what she could to repair the damage.

That included royal visitations.

Zelda felt it was both a sign of good faith to meet them in their own territory and more respectful than demanding they come to her. Of course, there were rules that accompanied such a trip, including following Gerudo customs. Seeing as she was trying to repair the fractured relationship, it was best that she abide by those rules.

It made things a little complicated, seeing as the Gerudo banned men from their encampments. All of Zelda's troops were men, though a citizen and member of the former resistance, Ashei, had volunteered her very capable services.

Which left the matter of Zelda's husband.

It was possible that, if circumstances were different, Link might be allowed into the Gerudo territory. But no one knew he was married to Zelda since that would cause a stir in court, so no such excuses could be made for him.

Link didn't need the excuse, anyway.

"Your Majesty," the Gerudo chief acknowledged, barely nodding her head. Zelda didn't take the slight personally. The woman's stony demeanor softened a little, though, when she looked to Zelda's left. "...A trained wolfos?"

"Just my emotional support dog," Zelda answered calmly as Link wagged his tail to help sell the act.

Other Gerudo chattered amongst themselves, some unbothered while others giggled and made cutesy noises Zelda's furry companion.

The Gerudo chief raised a questioning eyebrow, but she didn't argue the point. That was good enough for the queen. It certainly helped things during their long discussion, because eventually the chief's daughter wandered into the room and started playing with the wolf, who wagged his tail excitedly to cheer her up.

When Zelda retired to her provided chamber for the night, Ashei standing guard outside, she saw Link flopped on the bed in his Hylian form.

"Where did you disappear off to after the talks?" she asked.

"All the ladies wanted to see me," Link chuckled. "Also they all had so many snacks, I am so full."

Zelda laughed. "Well, I'm glad you were able to help with my negotiations."

Link smiled, reaching out to cup her cheek. "Anytime, my queen."