#zablife dating game

[zablife]

🌹Mystery Date-Peaky Edition

Since Valentine's Day is next week, I've created a little game. Choose 1 emoji from each category and send them in an ask. (Example ask: 🌹❤️‍🔥❤️) I'll answer revealing who, what and where!

Place: 💌, 🚨, 🍒, 🌹, 👠, 💋

Activity: ❤️‍🔥, 💘, 💝, 💖, 💞, 💓

Your date: ❤️, 🧡, 💛, 💚, 💙, 💜

Tagging some moots who might want to play, but it's open to all: @cillmequick, @shelbydelrey, @runnning-outof-time, @raincoffeeandfandoms, @dreamlandcreations, @evita-shelby, @madame-wilsonn, @solomons-finest-rum, @look-at-the-soul, @mgcldydrms, @mythos-writes, @theshelbyslimited, @peakyswritings, @moral-terpitude, @there-goes-thefighter, @dandelionprints

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Breakfast in Margate (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Modern AU

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: A grumpy Papa Solomons (yes, that is a warning) and a whole lot of tooth-rotting domestic fluff

Summary:

Mornings aren’t always easy. For example, it’s terribly difficult to not be caught making breakfast for your fiancé, a workaholic who always takes the task upon himself.

However, what makes it harder today is the fact he loathes food made with recipes found online. Fortunately for you, though, Alfie isn’t the only one who’s good at playing games when he wants to push his own agenda.

Especially those that concern a sweet reward.

Author’s note: I've kept Alfie's adherence to his Jewish heritage quite loose. Nevertheless, I hope that the aspects I did incorporate in this work have been done so properly. If not, let me know and please don't hesitate to educate me (in a polite and respectful manner) because I love learning about different cultures and religions.

Tag List: @potter-solomons @zablife @wandawiccan60 @dreamlandcreations @liliac-dreamer @buttercupsandboys @vir-tual @rose-like-the-phoenix @hoodeddreams13 @mollybegger-blog @solomons-finest-rum @hecatemoon87 @babaohhhriley

TH Masterlist

Mornings like this are rare, these quiet moments unbroken by the usual ruckus in the kitchen. Now, it’s solely my bare feet on the wooden floor and the waves crashing onto the shore. No clanging of metal, no muttered curses in Yiddish or Russian, nor the scent of freshly brewed coffee. 

In the living room, Cyril lays in front of the hearth. The first rays of sunshine fall over him like a warm natural blanket, highlighting the ginger undertone in his fur. One of the many features he shares with his owner. 

As soon as I pass by, he lifts his head, tilts it in wonder, and lets out a low bark. After all, it’s Alfie who’s more often than not the first one to wander around the house at the crack of dawn. That is, if he’s slept at all. However, recently he’s started properly adhering to the Shabbat. Although, as much as he allows himself to because if Alfie Solomons is one thing, it’s mighty stubborn. Moreover, he’s an incurable workaholic. As hard as he works at The Old Rum House Bakery to let the business flourish and maintain his position as the fearsome Mad Baker of Camden, just as much effort does he put into our relationship. In fact, it’s not only towards Cyril and I his attention goes, but also to the house.

Our home.

Alfie has become a lot more domestic since we started dating, shortly after meeting one another on a train to London. Disregarding his tendency to walk around naked, he cooks and cleans, assuring me time and again I don’t have to help. When we go out for our weekly grocery trip, no matter how tired he is, he carries the bags to the car so that I don’t have to. Neither do I have to put away what we got, more often than not shipped off to the luxurious red sofa in the living room with a cup of coffee or tea to pair with whatever he’s baked at night. 

Nevertheless, regardless of the otherwise very loose relationship with his heritage, Ollie and I are glad he’s at least taking a day off in the week to rest up. The bakery has recently started taking its toll thanks to an influx in customers, which means extra stock as well as staff is needed. In turn, this means more part-timers to train and more admin work. In other words, everyone has to pick up the pace to meet the current demand. Such is the power of marketing, especially on social media. Alfie is loath to admit it, but Ollie and I can tell he’s secretly grateful we managed to convince him to let us handle the bakery’s socials.

We don’t get cinnamon buns on Monday anymore, though.

I stop in my tracks, turn to Cyril, and put a finger to my lips. “I know, love, but Papa is still sleeping. It’s finally Mama’s turn to make breakfast again.”

Seldom do I get the chance to experiment in the kitchen, let alone try a recipe I’ve found online. Or worse, via Youtube or Instagram. Now, that’s usually enough to make Alfie bristle. Nevertheless, mention the word ‘viral’ and a scowl will twist his lips.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not Alfie and Cyril are the same person because he lowers his head onto his paws and lets out a deep sigh that sounds like sarcastic resignation.

Thanks for the faith, buddy.

“It’s gonna be okay. No fire in the pan this time, I promise. How about we go stretch our legs after brekkie, hm? That sound good?”

Cyril huffs in agreement and closes his eyes, back to enjoying his luxurious pillow. 

We bought it for him when we went antique shop hopping in London last week. Although, perhaps it’s better to say I bought it after convincing my grumpy companion we should occasionally pamper our adopted four-legged child and I couldn’t fix his old pillow anymore. Of course I could, but I was more than done with constantly needing to fix the seams and re-stuff the thing.

Borough Market has become a regular stop on our weekly grocery trip, mostly because I used the splendidly efficient strategy of batting my lashes and pouting. Artisan goods and fresh produce can be luxuries, something to only occasionally splurge on. After all, why spend a fortune when there is a cheaper alternative that’s just as good? 

Nonetheless, Alfie developed a taste for supporting local businesses soon after our first visit. To some he has proposed contracts, offering them a position as a supplier to his bakery. Granted their goods are kosher, of course.

Yesterday, we got some wonderful fresh bright yellow bananas, eggs from a local farm, and oat flour from a mill a little ways away from London. Alfie thought little of it when I plonked them triumphantly in our grocery bag, having occupied himself with the fresh stock one of the florists was setting out. I glance at the colourful bouquet of wildflowers on the table and for a moment I’m back to him holding out to me, face full of the warm tenderness that stands in stark contrast to the stern and unpredictable persona he portrays when I’m not there. 

Right then and there, he wasn’t The Mad Baker of Camden, the fearsome King who rules the borough.

He was a sweet and caring gentleman.

Simply Alfie Solomons.

Nevertheless, in spite of these small moments of tenderness, he can still be awfully grumpy.

Especially if he hasn’t had his coffee.

“Mornin’, dove.” Two big warm hands glide over my hips towards my lower stomach. Those very same palms pull me flush against a naked chest grown soft with neglected muscle, slightly clammy with the remainder of last night’s late summer heat. Alfie presses his lips to the side of my neck and hums, tightening the embrace as he does so. The sonorous trill in his voice sends a shiver down my spine and rekindles a familiar heat. Nonetheless, the way he leans on me betrays he isn’t entirely awake yet. The slight slur in his words serve to confirm the lingering drowsiness, sounding like they’ve been pulled out of bed only moments before too. “That shirt looks good on you.”

“I’m glad you think so because you’re not getting it back any time soon.” I briefly stop mixing the batter to scratch his beard. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch as a content sigh escapes him. “You slept in.”

“Still woke up to an empty spot, though. If you want me to sleep more, yeah, which you know I find a terrible waste of time, I’ll need my wife to ‘old.”

I pat his hands to placate him. The thin gold band inlaid with a modest diamond around my ring finger matches his. I had thought Alfie would pick something elaborate for himself, but instead he chose a simple thick gold ring and got it engraved. It says: Ani l’dodi, v’dodi li; I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. “Don’t get hasty. We aren’t married yet.”

“Let’s just go to the courthouse today.’’ He slips his hands beneath the fabric of the shirt I stole from him, letting them rest on my stomach after a brief caress. It’s a gesture he often makes nowadays. ‘‘Sign the paper, right, and be done with it so the desk eaters are ‘appy. We can always celebrate it later. Throw a party as big as the whole of bloody Camden, like a proper coronation ceremony to celebrate our union.”

“Tempting as it is, I’ll have to refuse. Besides, it's Shabbat today and you need to take a break. I promise I can wait a little while longer to officially become Mrs Solomons.”

“You ‘ave been from the start, Y/N. I don’t need a ring to call you my wife. ‘Sides, you well know ‘ow I am. Which reminds me, breakfast is my job, innit?” A wary tone creeps into his voice as he leans away to check what’s in the mixing bowl. “Is that edible?”

“It will be,” I say, continuing to mix the ingredients until they’re well combined.

“I’m not eatin’ that goo. Looks fucking awful, that stuff.”

“It’s healthy goo! Uses the bananas, eggs, and flour we got yesterday.”

Nose scrunched, Alfie peers at me. “Oh, so yesterday was all a little scam to get me to eat whatever this is?”

“You aren’t the only one who can lie. Although, it’s not really a lie, is it? More like a half-truth.’’ I shrug. ‘‘I simply never told you my plan. Would ruin the surprise.”

“Which is?”

“Baked oats that taste like cake. They just haven’t been baked yet.”

“Where’d you get the recipe?”

“YouTube…”

He groans, wide awake now that the conversation has taken a turn towards a point of absolute irritation. “Fucking ‘ell, dove, ‘ow many times ‘aven’t I told you not every recipe on social media-’’

“Don’t judge before you’ve tried it.” I put the spatula down, turn around in his embrace and steal a kiss off of his lips. “Said so yourself, didn’t you?”

“Don’t use my words against me.”

“Oh, I will. If only to keep things fair. Have a little faith in me. It’ll be fine.”

I hope.

A warning finger raised and pointed at me, he leans in until our faces are mere inches apart. “Fine. But I’m gonna make us coffee, right, so we’ll at least ‘ave something to get us fucking started.”

I can’t suppress a chuckle at the grumpy gesture. “Sure.”

The threat turns into tenderness when he cups my cheek. His palm has grown rough with the hours spent at the bakery, proof of his hard work. Tenderly, he presses his lips to mine. “Ikh hab dir lib.”

“I know.” To show I accept his usual indirect apology for his bad mood and avoid coming across as being cross with me, I run my fingers along his jaw. “I love you too.”

Resting his forehead against mine, he nudges my nose with his. “Mhm.”

“Why don’t you take Cyril for a brief walk, eh? The oats have to bake for twenty-five minutes anyway.”

“We can take ‘im on a walk later together. I’ll go set the table.”

“First put on a pair of knickers.”

“No.”

“You know the rules, Alfie. No buns on the chairs during summer.”

“I ain’t sweating.”

“Not yet.”

“Maybe you’re the one who isn’t.”

I cock an eyebrow, fighting the smug smirk threatening to break out. “That so?”

“Yeah,” he drawls, “first we’ll ‘ave coffee, right, ‘cause otherwise neither of us functions. Now, ‘ow about after we’ve started the day proper I’ll fuck you like last night, hm?”

Until I black out. 

The prospect of it mixes with memories of last night. Sea blue eyes, usually so steady and full of hidden temperaments, barely able to refrain from going cross-eyed. The fight with the stutter in his hips, gradually growing closer to the edge of pleasure but also exhaustion. Big hands reminiscent of wolf paws gripping the headboard for support while I was already lost in a satisfied delirium. The absent-minded glance to the bruises on my thighs adds to the steadily growing heat between my legs, perversely longing for more.

For him.

Nevertheless, the haze clears in an instant with a single sharp thought. I take a step back, crossing my arms as I search his expression for confirmation. However, as usually is the case, Alfie keeps his true motifs to himself. And this time, behind a mask he tends to put on when he wants something from me in particular. “So you can make breakfast. That’s what you’re getting at, aren’t you?”

“No,” he purrs, stealing a kiss as soon as he has bridged the distance between us, “not at all, dove. I just want my wife. I wanna make love to you.” We softly start to sway, slowly making our way out of the kitchen. “Let me make love to you.”

We come to a halt on the threshold. “Later. After you put on a pair of knickers and we’ve eaten.”

He blinks, the cheeky smile grown stiff. I can feel his muscles tense, unconsciously causing him to grip me a bit tighter than before. “But-’’

“Knickers, Alfie.”

“One round.”

“Alfred Solomons Jr, knickers. Right now.”

The use of his full name provokes a menacing snarl, the kind which is usually preserved for those who cross him. “Those oats better be fucking worth it, yeah, ‘cause otherwise you’re payin’ for lunch.”

I trace his cock, the skin hot and hardening beneath my fingertips with every sharp intake of breath. Perhaps this game won’t go on for as long as it usually does before he loses control. “Somehow I don’t think I will.”

He roughly grips my face, the thrill of every low-voiced word against my lips travelling throughout my body. “I ought to do somethin’ ‘bout that attitude of yours. Big fucks small, Y/N, always.”

Game over.

Except for the one card I have left to play.

“I know,” I wrap my hand around him, barely able to grip him properly, “but first some knickers. Please, Papa?”

“Clever bird, ain’t ya?” He growls into the kiss when I lightly squeeze him and let go. “Maybe I should carry out my own personal form of stigmata later. Add to those pretty bruises.”

Like snow in the spring sun, his attitude melts and changes. Alfie gently nudges my cheek and makes for the bedroom. A few moments later, he returns and starts setting the table while I pour the batter in the ramekins and plop them in the oven.

Despite the promise to make coffee, I reach for the cupboard to grab a mug. After all, old habits die hard.

Nevertheless, I find myself cut off by a hand that gently lowers mine, away from the handle.

“I said I’ll make us coffee,” Alfie grumbles. “Let Papa Solomons do ‘is job, yeah. Go sit in the livin’ room. I’ll be there shortly.”

I nod at the baking aftermath in the sink. “I got some washing up to do.”

“Nah, that can wait. Coffee and, ‘opefully, food first.” He places his hands on my shoulders and kindly coerces me out of the kitchen. “Go on.”

I let him guide me, feigning defiance by pouting. Yet, the act quickly falls apart with a lighthearted giggle. I suppose I still have a lot to learn from him concerning the art of masks. “Alright.”

Soon after he joins me on the porch, where I’ve settled down with Cyril to enjoy the salt air. The beach across the street is still empty, devoid of the plethora of towels. The breeze is silent, not yet filled with the chatter of tourists and locals alike.

These hours are ours.

This is our Margate.

“'Ere you go, love.” Alfie hands me a steaming mug of cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, the milk soft and foamy, before he sits down next to me. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes as I take a sip. “Nice, innit?”

“Mhm.”

Thus we sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the view and each other’s company. Cyril has started to doze off, although he tries in vain to keep his eyes open. One glance to the side tells of Alfie fighting the same battle. Occasionally he pulls a face or lifts his hand to stifle a yawn. It’s strangely funny to watch him continue to take a sip afterwards, a small gesture of hope. Surely he should be readily awake before his cup is empty.

Because sleeping isn’t an option.

He’s tired of the nightmares.

The faint sound of the oven going off disturbs the domestic bliss.

Alfie groans as struggles to get up, glad to have my arm to use as support while he pulls himself to his feet. I say nothing, knowing full well how his sciatica influences his mood.

And it’s already rotten enough in the morning.

As Alfie washes his hands, I get the baked oats out of the oven and place them on the plates. Meanwhile, Alfie warms up a few slices of babka and the challah bread we made together yesterday. “Just so we ‘ave somethin’.”

He sits down while I wash my hands. From the corner of my eye, I see him poke the oats with his fork. “It’s kosher?”

“It is,” I say, drying my hands before I sit down across from him. “Shall I go first?”

“Very funny.” He scoops a bit of the oats onto his fork and puts it in his mouth. His brows knit together, contemplating the taste.

“And? Do you like it?” 

Remaining silent and gaze fixed on the ramekin, he pokes his oats again. 

I swallow hard, my excitement crushed under the stones of dread. A nagging voice in the back of my head feeds into the fear of his judgement. Funny how one connects their self worth to food. Then again, it was that which started our relationship. A cup of coffee, a slice of babka, and a slice of plant-based carrot cake. Back then, though, my stomach didn’t quiver this badly nor did my ribs feel like they were caged in a very tight-strung corset. “You don’t.”

“Dove,” he begins, but doesn’t continue. 

Not until after he’s had another bite. “It’s good.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or simply trying to appease me.”

“I’m serious.”

“You are?”

“I am,’’ he says, raising his voice ever so slightly in spite of the effort to keep it even. Alfie finally meets my gaze and I can tell he’s being sincere regardless of the way he accusingly waves his fork at me. ‘‘But I still don’t like 'ow you got this off of the internet. ‘Ow many times ‘aven’t I told you, hm? You should know better by now.”

I chuckle as I at last taste the baked oats myself. They’re chocolatey with a subtle banana undertone, which is warmed by the cinnamon. “I gotta find new recipes somehow.”

“There are cookbooks.”

“Too limited and they take up too much space.” While nibbling on a piece of challah bread, I take a sip of coffee. “Can I make this more often?”

“It does taste like cake,” he reluctantly admits, spooning up another bite. “Yes, you can.”

“Why do you make it sound like there’s a condition?”

“You can make these oats, yeah, if I get to serve you something sweet in return.”

Something not to be had in the kitchen.

‘‘Deal,’’ I lean in, biting my lip as I play my final card, ‘‘Papa.’’

Alfie clenches his fork upon hearing his favourite nickname, the title he is secretly proud of. A dark haze clouds his eyes, the gloss in them highlighted by the morning sun. The smirk on his lips has evened out, his jaw tightened with the effort to practise self-restraint. 

Game over.

I won.

And the prize is something sweet with lots of cream.

[evita-shelby]

A Man of His Skills

Or Eva and Jack have some fun in the White House for Valentine’s Day 1922 inspired by @justrainandcoffee valentine’s moodboard

Rated:M MDNI 🔞

Taglist: @zablife @cljordan-imperium @call-sign-shark @thegreatdragonfruta

Cw: smut, spanking, lingerie, mentions of anal sex and toys and James Frecheville's mutuation that gives him a red beard and brown black hair.

When the president asked him for a repeat of the favor they did him on Christmas Eve, Jack pretends he’s not surprised by it.

Eva was the one friendly with the first lady, Eva was the one who they talked to, Eva would’ve been the one they asked the favor to.

But Harding has Frank Roosevelt call him here for this request.

“Whatever you did Christmas Eve must’ve impressed him.” Franklin pats his back in approval unaware of what Jack did to the presidential suite of the White House.

Eva hadn’t asked for anything in return last time, this time Jack would make sure his services were paid for.

Who would have thought Harding needed people to think he has the stamina to fuck his missus on Valentine’s Day?

Either way, it was going to be unforgettable.

Eva knew Jack was up to something with how generous he was being this week.

He’s never been tight fisted with money, and he’d taken her disappointment at not being pregnant last month as a challenge, but he’s never been the type to go shopping with her ---even lingerie shopping--- if it did not end within half an hour. Jack simply didn’t have the patience to be teased with the promise of a good time as a reward after they’d left the store, he had never been patient.

They’ve been banned from shops for making use of the large dressing mirrors and now she did her shopping while he was at work. But he sits there, legs spread as he always sits and while she is trying on the lingerie --in reds and pinks and other colors he picked out for her--- for him.

“What are you planning, Jack?” she asks divesting herself of a sheer pink teddy and giving him a show. He’s demanded she show him every piece from every angle but refuses to touch her.

And he is enjoying the effect this has on her just as she’s enjoying the way he can’t hide his erection even with his fashionably loose trousers.

Her husband likes her games but prefers his where he has all the control. Wouldn’t be the first time they had their fun in the car, this car was only taken out for date nights and events they attend alone, a favorite setting for their escapades.

“Can’t your husband spoil you, Mrs. Nelson?” he smirks knowing she’s yet to figure out his valentine’s day gift.

He's good at that, a touch gaudy and with every intention to show off to the world, but he’s far too good at gift giving for her to care about the aforementioned things. Knowing him he’s going to buy everything she’s tried on.

“You hate shopping, Jack. What are you planning?” she asks again, this time only putting on the French panties of the next set and leaving the dais to get on her knees for him.

Jack hardly says no when she’s got her hands on his meat, or her mouth, he had a thing for seeing her lipstick on his prick come to think of it.

Her gangster had caught on with her tricks going by the way he refuses to let her undo the button of his trousers no matter how prettily and submissively she begs for it. As much as she enjoyed dominating him, she loved it when he treated her like a whore to use and not his loving wife and soulmate.

“If you haven’t figured it out yet with your cards, I’m not telling you, sweetheart.” He cradles her chin and denies her what she came for, so she denies him her mouth in annoyance. This causes him to retaliate by ending this fashion show once she’s put on the brassiere with a pout.

A new record, thirty-five minutes sitting on the chair like a good boy. Too bad Eva doesn’t want to reward him for it even if he did buy her everything she wanted.

He wants her to wear red, red like blood and so sexy even prostitutes would find scandalous.

Jack knew she’d be like this when he began to exploit this sudden blind spot of hers. He can never surprise her and now she’s mad at him for not giving up his secret.

She’s giving him the silent treatment all day and late that night wears the lacey rose slip from the pile of clothes he bought for her today to sleep in. Evie hates being told no and takes her petty revenge to new levels knowing he won’t try to stop her.

Lays on her stomach with the hem of her nightie barely covering her delightfully firm and perky behind, does this to torment him with what she will deny him with as he comes out of the bath after dinner.

Eva does a good impression to hide that she’s freezing her tits off, and refusing to snuggle with him to keep warm, all because he won’t tell her.

“Misbehaving like this all ‘cause daddy won’t ruin his surprise for you, Evie?” He asks with a playful swat of her ass after taking her over his lap and teasing her for her bad behavior. Even mocked his red stubble and called him Redbeard while the children were playing pirates in the living room.

The gangster supposed his darling Evie needed a spanking. His witch can be such a brat sometimes, needs a strong man to put her in her place. Good thing Jack’s got experience with that.

“Maybe I am, maybe I need my big strong man to put me into place.” She can read minds sometimes, usually just his dirty thoughts and occasionally useful things.

“For a woman fighting for equal rights, you really enjoy being treated as if you were Daddy’s pretty fuck doll.” He points out to his very progressive wife who only shrugs.

“For a big bad gangster, you can take the rubber cock so well. Who would’ve known, honey?”

She discovers it in the most mundane of ways, having tea with the First Lady and other members of her charities.

“I have no idea what possessed my husband to ask for such a favor, I was absolutely mortified when he told me he had asked your husband for such a thing.” The way Florence Harding is too shocked to say what she means says it all.

“Neither do I, but we will be happy to be of service, Madame First Lady.” That dirty bastard, he had secured the President’s bedroom for Valentine’s Day and wouldn’t fucking tell her.

No matter, Eva would get her revenge.

And she does.

Eva had wanted a night of wild sex and had prepped herself for it with every intention of greeting February 15th sore, satisfied and so full of cum in every hole. Now she supposed she’d greet it in Washington DC where she’d foreseen the conception of the Duchess of Devonshire.

If she didn’t find herself pregnant this February, she would refuse to have another child, God and the promise of nine children be damned.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t get me a gift because I didn’t tell you?” he asks as they are led by armed servants to the Presidential Suite.

“Oh, I’d never, Jack, your gift is waiting inside.” The witch smiles knowing he really thought he’d gotten away with it.

“Cailleach.” Jack’s surprise is almost boyish and falls back into Irish as they arrive to the most desired bed in America.

There on the luxurious bed sits a box tied in a red bow made with the same fabric her dress and his bowtie are made with.

“Go on open it, love.” she whispers sultrily, and he whistles impressed by what he sees.

A set of anal plugs that look too pretty to be used so filthily.

“What would I be without you, Evie?” He asks noticing the largest one ---the one about the same width as his prick--- is missing from the box.

“Bored out of your fucking mind.”

[chaosinkest1996]

First Kiss

Summary: This is one of Lilith Rose Shelby's firsts. One of her childhood/Teenage experiences/adventures. A boy from school wants to take Lilith to the picture house, but she's not sure if she wants to go with him....because she likes someone else.

The character of Scarlet Shelby belongs to @zablife.

TW: Underage. Kissing. Violence.

The year was 1915.

It was quieter these days as Lilith walked home from school. The men had gone to war a year ago and as such the women had taken on their roles as breadwinners. The streets were quieter and that only made the noise, when it did come, seem louder. It was warm. One of the warmest summers she’d ever experienced. Her cotton shirt clung to her skin annoyingly and beads of sweat gathered at her temples. She’d grown a lot this last year. At fourteen her figure was slowly shedding its childishness and becoming more womanly. Her hair, now shoulder length shone black like a raven’s feathers in the golden sunlight. She must have been the only person in small heath who seemed at ease. She was happy…and that made most people uncomfortable. There was a war on. Surely she should be worried. Her sunny disposition, however, had engaged the attention of a boy at school. George Kimber was only a year older than Lilith. He was handsome…or so the other girls at school said as much. Lilith wasn’t bothered. At least, not at first. Up until George, she’d only ever looked at girls. She used to stare at Esme Lee a lot, fascinated by her. One day the gypsy girl caught her looking and Lilith blushed before stalking ahead of her and pretending it hadn’t happened. After that Lilith became more guarded with who she looked at and who she acknowledged. She kept herself to herself. which was why Lilith was taken aback when George Kimber swaggered up to her in the schoolyard that very afternoon and asked her if she would go on a date with him to the picture house. Ever confident, like his father, he’d taken her startled expression and silence as a ‘yes’, smiling and winking at her before returning to his school friends. And now here she was on the way home from school, questioning whether or not she actually wanted to go.

     Rounding the corner and onto Watery Lane Lilith smiled when she saw Finn and Ada stood at the door waiting for her. Finn squealed when he saw his sister and ran towards her. Lilith laughed at his fast waddle and wrapped her arms around him when he barrelled into her boyishly. He almost winded her.

      “Careful Finn!” Ada called. “You’ll knock her over one of these days.” Finn smiled toothily up at his sister mischievously as she ruffled his hair. She had a sneaky suspicion that that was the game. The two siblings walked the rest of the way hand in hand. Ada smiled and ushered them inside. With Scarlet away at war, she had only her eldest sister for company

     “Good day at school?” She asked.

     “Not sure, really.”

     “What happened? No one’s been bullying you again I hope.” Ada frowned as she led them into the kitchen and closed the doors to what had once been the betting shop.

     “A boy asked me to go out with him.”

     “Oooh!” Ada gasped, delighted. “What boy? What’s his name?”

     “George Kimber.” Lilith dropped her bag on the kitchen table, rifling through it for her homework. Ada’s face fell.

     “Billy Kimber’s boy?”

     “One in the same.”

     “What did you say?” Ada asked nervously.

     “That’s the problem.” Lilith sighed as she slumped into the kitchen chair. “I didn’t.”

     “You didn’t what?”

     “Say anything.”

     “Pardon?” Ada tucked her hair behind her ear and crossed her arms.

     “It all took me by surprise. I was just reading in the school yard and he ran up to me, asked me to go out with him. I was so stunned and…. confused.” Lilith pored herself a glass of water.

     “Confused?”

    “Yes. I’ve never really noticed him before. I mean, I have noticed him. I know who he is. I’ve just never looked at him the way most of the other girls have looked at him.” She took a sip. “So I didn’t say anything…or rather I didn’t have much time to think about it before he took my lack of an answer for a ‘yes’ and walked off.”

       “Bloody typical. He sounds a little entitled. Well, like father like son, I suppose.” Ada scoffed. “You know; Billy Kimber hasn’t even gone to the front. Fucking coward.” Lilith ignored that line. She knew it must have been bad that Billy Kimber had somehow wormed his way away from being conscripted to the front…but secretly she was jealous of George. She wanted Tommy home.

Why did Billy Kimber get to stay if Tommy had to go? Selfish bastard.

Lilith swallowed her resentment and looked at Ada pleadingly.

     “Now I don’t know what to do.” Ada took the seat beside her sister.

     “Would you like to go out with him?” Lilith leaned back and thought about it for a few moments. All the other girls at school liked him and said he was handsome…. or as handsome as a boy could be at the age of fifteen. But Lilith herself didn’t exactly think he was an oil painting. He was obnoxious as well, over confident and bullish towards their peers.

      “No.” She decided. “But I suppose I’ll have to.”

      “You don’t have to do anything.” Lilith considered the prospect of turning him down tomorrow at school and cringed. No, that would be horrific. He’d be humiliated, everyone would talk about it. Lilith did not want to be held responsible for making her family enemies with the Kimber’s.

      “I know. But I don’t want to hurt him. I’ll pay him the respect of pretending to consider him as a potential suitor.” Lilith joked. “And I’ll let him down at gently after a nice evening. Besides, who knows. We might even make friends.” Ada didn’t look too convinced.

      “Lilith, sometimes you can be too nice. You don’t have to-.”

      “I know.” Lilith snapped. “But I’ve made up my mind.” She took out her workbook and began to ignore her sister. “You can go now, Ada.” Lilith didn’t like the description Ada had given her. Nice? When the fuck had she ever been described as nice? Nice was a word used to describe the mousy, shy girl at the end of the street. Nice was a word used to describe a dinner cooked well enough by someone who had cooked it a thousand times over. Nice was a word used to describe a cottage in the boredom of the English countryside. Nice was not a word used to describe Lilith Rose Shelby.

Ada scowled at her sister’s dismissal, grabbed a magazine and stalked out of the room.

*****

Polly was downstairs pacing. She had not been best pleased when the two sisters had informed her of Lilith’s impending date. It certainly didn’t help that the potential target was a Kimber. Tommy would be livid. Lilith could relate to her aunt’s anger. Of course it would be different if the men were not at war. Tommy and Arthur would for sure have put a stop to it and John would have threatened the ginger haired lout to within an inch of his life.

     “You’re not going out with that boy!”

     “I think you’ll find that I am.”

     “You don’t even want to go.”

     “That’s beside the point.”

     “Seriously?! You’re worried about his feelings?!”

     “On the contrary. I’m doing this for-?”

     “For what?!”

     “Us!” Polly scoffed and Lilith picked up a book and threw it at her. “He’s Billy fucking Kimber’s boy!”

     “Language!” snapped Ada.

     “Don’t be a hypocrite Ada.” Polly snarked at her.

     “If I humiliated him then I’d have made us a target for Kimber in the future. There’s no one here to defend us.” Polly had grumbled but reluctantly agreed and now Lilith stood in front of the looking glass as Ada finished pinning her hair. Polly had altered one of her mother’s red dresses for her to wear. She stared at her reflection curiously. It stared back.

     “You look pretty.” Ada whispered when she’d finished.

     “Do I?” She asked. Is that why he’d asked her to go out with him? Because she was nice to look at. It must have been. He’d never even had a proper conversation with her. He didn’t know that she was intelligent or cunning and sly enough to kill him without anyone knowing that it was she who had done it. Her reflection smirked coldly back at her through the looking glass, onyx eyes twinkling wickedly. If he just wanted a pretty doll then that’s what he’d get…a beautiful, terrifying little doll who by the end of the evening would have scared him away from her and all women for the rest of his life. Polly caught eyes with her through the looking glass and smiled.

     “There’s the Lilith I know.”

*****

He was a floppy haired idiot. It waved around his ears like some kind of spaniel as he walked with her towards the picture house. Her small gloved hand was locked tightly in the crook of his arm and she was starting to get pins and needles in her fingers. She clutched her clutch bag closer to her. She’d done all the right things. Smiled, giggled, taken all of his condescending little compliments on how pretty she looked and how lovely she looked on his arm. Either he wasn’t very bright or he just didn’t care both were bad signs. The only moment he’d conjured up a genuine smile from her was when he had presented her with a ticket for a Charlie Chaplin film. She sat beside him in the theatre, savouring her popcorn and resisting the urge to kick him in the shin as he loudly crunched on his at the speed of sound.

What a pig.

The film started and her shoulders dropped in relief when he ceased inhaling his popcorn. She was enjoying it. Charlie Chaplin was hilarious and very clever. When Thomas had taken the family to see him in London she’d thought he was fabulously entertaining. Not to mention rather handsome beneath all that stage makeup. It had been one of the last times the whole family had laughed properly. His success in the film making business pleased her. A laugh bubbled inside her before she froze. Lilith immediately became very aware of George’s arm around her shoulder. She stiffened directly when his fingertips brushed against her bare arm. An unpleasant shudder shot through her and she closed her eyes for a moment fighting every urge to flinch away. The theatre abruptly appeared to shrink and it felt like they were the only two people in the room. except they weren’t. when she peeked out of the corner of her eye, Lilith was aware that there were people everywhere. When the film finally came to an end Lilith stood quickly, turning to address George.

     “If you’ll please excuse me. I need to use the facilities.” She didn’t even look at him. Her eyes darted around him, refusing to make eye contact. Her stomach churned as she turned from him and scampered off without giving him a moment to respond. She disappeared out the back of the theatre and into the ladies’ lavatory. Closing the bathroom stall she opened her eyes and took a moment to gather herself.

What is the matter with you?!

Lilith had no idea. All she could think about was the rats that scuttled across her skin when he touched her. Had it been accidental? She frowned. No. If it had been he would have surely apologised.  She tried to think, to distract herself. What had happened in the last six minutes of the film? Surely he would ask her what she’d enjoyed the most about it. Alas, everything about the film had blurred when he’d touched her.

Get a grip, Shelby. The sooner you get on with this, the sooner it’ll be over.

Lilith exited the stall, marching out of the toilets with fresh determination. The floppy haired fool was waiting for her in the picture house restaurant. He smiled at her, but it didn’t look like a smile to Lilith. Instead it looked more like a sneer. He passed her a Coca-Cola in a glass bottle and she sat down in the booth opposite him. She sipped her beverage silently. She watched his lips move, alas he did not ask her what she liked about the short film. In fact, he didn’t ask her anything. Just talked at her. His lips moved, forming words ceaselessly, but she wasn’t listening. It was all just noise to her. The horrible part came when he abruptly got up and slid into the booth beside her. Lilith shifted away slightly, looking to give herself a little bit of space. George shifted with her. He leaned towards her, reaching a hand out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. Lilith, uncomfortable with how close he was to her, sat stock still, hoping that he’d pull back. He didn’t. It was when his nose brushed against hers that she realised what he wanted. She recoiled.

Absolutely not.

Lilith’s fingers fumbled with the clasp on her clutch bag. Before George could even press his lips against Lilith’s she felt him freeze when he heard the clicking of a gun as she cocked the hammer and pressed it against his groin. He pulled back a little to look at her in disdain, his features twisting hideously in anger.

    “Move away from me please.” Lilith smiled as politely as she could. Her pearly teeth on display, glistening like weapons in the lamplight. “I don’t want to kiss you.”

    “No one says no to me. I’m Billy Kimber’s son.” She didn’t know why that made her laugh. But it did. It bubbled inside of her like something hot and poisonous. What was he trying to achieve? The audacity she had to both reject him and to laugh at him must have flabbergasted him because the expression of absolute shock on her face in the seconds before it twisted into something more sinister caused the laugh inside of her to bubble to the surface and she let out a vindictive little giggle.

     “That attitude won’t get you anywhere, Georgie.” She laughed. “You really are an entitled little brat, aren’t you? You can’t handle it when someone says ‘no’.”

      “You little gypsy slut!” He snapped at her, before lunging at her. He wrapped one strong hand around her wrist, squeezing it painfully in an attempt to get her to drop the gun. She held tight, determined not to let go. She knew this was a bad idea. Is this what he did with other girls he took out? Is this what would happen if they also rejected him? She didn’t have time to ask as he wrapped his other hand around her throat and squeezed. She spluttered and coughed, trying to wriggle away from his as fast as she could. But in spite of how lanky he was, he was very strong. It frustrated her as she grew lightheaded. She gripped the hand around her neck and dug her nails into his flesh. The boy gritted his teeth but refused to let go. She was beginning to fear that the last thing she’d ever see was his face when something incredible happened. A band of red bloomed out of nowhere, a beautiful velvet ribbon. She watched, transfixed as delicate fingers wrapped the ribbon around George’s neck and squeezed mercilessly. The boy instantly released his grip on her, his hands flying to the ribbon crushing his Adam's apple. As Lilith’s vision cleared and became less blurry, her eyes locked with Esme Lee’s. The Shelby girl blushed and sat upright, steadying herself against the table.

      “Are you ok?” Esme’s sweet voice rang in her ears. Lilith nodded and Esme released George from her grip. Esme scowled down at the ginger-haired boy and snapped at him. “I think this date is over George. Go home to Daddy now and leave her alone if you know what's good for you.” stepped out of his way and Lilith nearly choked on a laugh as he bolted for the exit door. They watched him leave.

       “Thank you,” Lilith murmured, looking down as she tremblingly returned her gun to her clutch bag. She looked up and found Esme staring at her. “What?”

       “You’re too pretty to go out with him.”

       “Oh.” Lilith licked her lips, nervous. She hadn’t been expecting the compliment. She blushed and said the first thing she could think of. “You’re pretty too.” Esme laughed and offered Lilith her hand.

      “Come on. Let’s get out of here and have some real fun.” Lilith looked at her proffered hand for a moment and felt her heart flutter. The red ribbon Esme had used to strangle George was now tied around a braid in her hair. Lilith was taken aback at just how beautiful Esme really looked. She took Esme’s warm hand with her own and the Lee girl’s fingers hugged her own. The two of them ran off into the evening without looking back.

*****

Lilith laughed. She couldn’t believe her luck.  She was dancing around a large bonfire, under a starry sky. Hand in hand with wilful, wild Esme Lee. Lilith couldn’t bring herself to look away from the girl before her. Esme’s hair fluttered in the breeze, the red ribbon in her hair standing out in the warmth of the firelight. Her eyes sparkled with joy and laughter. Her laugh was girlish and carefree, the tone of it caressing the inside of Lilith’s ears. Everytime Esme had spoken, Lilith had felt herself become warm and breathless. Esme’s skirt dances in the breeze, the embroidered flowers against the black fabric reaching out to Lilith in an open embrace. Their hands were clasped as they danced and sung together beneath the summer sky.

      “Enjoying yourself?” Esme asked, her soft lips curling into a gentle smile as she locked eyes with Lilith. The Shelby girl nodded vigorously. This was infinitely preferable to the picture house. This was the best she’d felt in a long time. Interest nudged at her.

      “How did you know I was at the picture house?” Lilith asked curiously as their dancing slowed into a sway. Esme stopped dancing and glanced over at the Vardo at the edge of the party. It looked empty. Esme tugged Lilith towards it and she followed without question. The two girls climbed inside and Esme closed the door behind them before they both settled on the rug beneath them. Lilith sat, admiring the room.

      “I saw him ask you in the school yard.” Esme answered softly, hypnotically. “You didn’t look comfortable so I thought I’d check in on you.” Lilith’s heart jumped.

      “Thank you.” She murmured. “You didn’t have to do that. We don’t know each other well.” She swallowed as Esme’s chocolate eyes speered her own. Her mouth was becoming dry and she really needed to drink…. something. A thought occurred to her. “Wait. You were watching me at school?” Esme chuckled and reached out to clasp Lilith’s hand in her own. Her thumb caressed over Lilith’s soft skin and the Shelby girl’s pulse jumped.

      “You didn’t think George Kimber was the only person who fancied you, did you?” Esme shifted a little bit closer. “You’re a very beautiful girl, Lilith.”

      “But-.”

      “I thought you might have been interested in me that day I caught you staring.” Esme began to pull away, looking uncomfortable and a little bit hurt. “I’m sorry if I was mistaken.”

      “No Esme.” Lilith reached for Esme’s hand again. “You weren’t mistaken. I just didn’t think you’d like my attention. You’re so, so-” She struggled to find the word, “...breath-taking.” The two girls were huddled close together now and Esme reached up to tuck a stray hair of Lilith’s behind her ear. They beamed at each other giddily.

      “Can I kiss you?” Esme whispered suddenly into the space between them. Lilith shyly nodded before Esme’s soft warm lips brushed against Lilith’s and her breath hitched. Her heart pounded and she blushed, absolutely certain that the Lee girl could hear it. Lilith grew bold and kissed Esme more firmly. Esme leaned in, warm sparks tingling in both the girl’s lips and faces. They pulled back a moment later and smiled.

*****

The Lees lent Lilith a horse and she returned to small heath. She hummed happily as she slid off the white stallion and handed him over to Uncle Charlie with strict instructions to allow the horse to leave the way it had come after it had eaten.  She slipped back into the house and skilfully avoided Polly and Ada’s awaiting interrogation.

      “He won’t bother me again.” Lilith smiled. “I’ll explain in the morning.” She was firm, even when they pressed her for more details. It wasn’t until she was lying in bed, humming herself to sleep that she felt it. Her fingers reached up to caress Esme’s velvet ribbon tied around her throat…a promise between two young girls. She smiled as sleep carried her away. The world was wonderful again.

[double-j]

*STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE SEPTEMBER WEEK 4 MASTERLIST*

[FOR ALL FICS, CHECK THE STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE TAG]

*reminder to please heed the author’s warnings on individual fics!*

~ reposting september and october by week because the links were only working on mobile ~

TGM: JAKE HANGMAN SERESIN FICS

wingman, or more? p. 3 & p. 4 from @thebeautifullydamnedone​​ 

he loves me, he loves me not from @make-me-imagine

come over here and overwhelm me p. 9 from @anniesocsandgeneralstore

fake dating with hangman from @callsignvalley

self defense from @thesewordsareallihavetogive

a drunk confession (part of the flyboy universe which you need to read) from @kryptonitejelly

wingman, or more? p. 3 & p. 4 from @/thebeautifullydamnedone

major mistakes p. 2, p. 3, & p. 4 from @archivallyfound09

satisfied p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, p. 5, p. 6, p. 7, & p. 8 from @geniedocroe​​ 

you again p. 1, & p. 2 from @ereardon​​

when we were young p. 1 & p. 2 from @andreaaamustdie​​

noughts and crosses p. 3 & p. 4 from @poetryinsilence​​

icarus and the moon p. 1 & p. 2 from @/jupitercomet

the offer (from the best benefits series) from @/writercole

adore you from @/winchesterandpie​​

party of two p. 1 from @wombtotombx​​

“you could punch me in the face and i would still want you ngl” from @seasonsbloom

TGM: BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW FICS

wishful drinking from @/thebeautifullydamnedone

something to come home to from @abliafina-18782​

game night from @dreamingathighaltitude​ 

don’t think, just do from @evansrogerskitten

the arrangement from @croimilis​ 

stay? from @winchesterandpie 

is it working for you? p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, & p. 5 from @roosterforme

till forever falls apart & i’ll always feel the way i felt from @jupitercomet

one for the history books p. 10 from @pisupsala

trouble in paradise p. 15 from @sunlightmurdock

plus one, hands on you & broken promises (from the all or nothing series) from @princessmisery666

the beach disaster & the blackout from @feralforfrank

skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight from @gretagerwigsmuse

drive my car from @gogobootz1

“you know you don’t have to” from @topguncortez

your hands only. from @scoutwritesworld​ 

speak now (or forever hold your peace) from @softspiderling

enchanted from @/feralforfrank​

jealousy, jealousy from @/feralforfrank

faking it p. 5 from @tongue-like-a-razor

show me from @/tongue-like-a-razor

ceasefire p. 1 from @/sunlightmurdock

she's a heart full of rain (red lips like a flame) (from the storm warning series, plz go read) from @hufflepuffprincesse

steady p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @/callsignvalley

TGM: ROBERT BOB FLOYD FICS

enlightened from @writercole

TGM: MISC FICS

one night in fightertown ft. beau cyclone simpson from @zablife 

NHL FICS

that which we are, we are prologue from @spine-buster​ (n.mackinnon)

you are in love from @raysofcrosby​ (m.tkachuk)

the seasons are changing and so are we from @matthewtkachuk​ (t.seguin)

credence (j.anderson) from @princessphilly

[unluckycat111]

Thanks for the tag, @emotionalcadaver 😊

Rules: bold the ones that are true and then tag 15 people to do it too!

Tagging: @naurcissamilfoy @shelbydelrey @call-sign-shark @zablife @look-at-the-soul @cillmequick @ofhissharpmind @all-mirth-no-matter @peakywritings @moral-turpitudes @shelbystales @blushykiss @peakyltd @everythingelseisextra @raincoffeeandfandoms

Appearance:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies + Talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

Relationships:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

[emotionalcadaver]

Thank you for the tag, @runnning-outof-time!

Rules: bold the ones that are true and then tag 15 people to do it too!

Tagging: @cillmequick, @unluckycat111, @amyowl470, @peakyltd, @call-sign-shark, @eclecticwildflowers, @zablife, @moral-terpitude, @shelbydelrey, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @scaryscarecrows, @confidentandgood, @emilynightshade89, @everythingelseisextra, @sweetsearchingdreams, and anyone else interested!

Appearance:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies + Talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

Relationships:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

[peakyltd]

Thank you so much for tagging me @emotionalcadaver @call-sign-shark @unluckycat111 & @peakyswritings 🥰 I added a few things in purple as some kind of clarification 😂 Also there was much more too bold than I thought.

Rules: bold the ones that are true and then tag 15 people to do it too!

Appearance:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts (More like use them. I hate it so only wear them when using my laptop or when watching tv) // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies + Talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing (in the car, for the sake of other people's hearing) // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

Relationships:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

No pressure tags (sorry if you've been tagged already): @brummiereader @zablife @dearshelby @raincoffeeandfandoms @shelbydelrey @thomashelbyswife @cillmequick

[huntingingoodwill]

rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 other people to do it too!

this took me forever 😭😭😭 thank you ann!!!

appearance:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies + talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

relationships:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

tagging: @zablife @choreosmanias @runnning-outof-time (im so late to this so im sure some of you have done it so just ignore if you already have sorry!!!)

[zablife]

This sounds so fun! Here are my picks: 🚨💝💙

I can't wait to see what you do with this!!

Hi Bri, I'm so happy you're participating! Your date is with Alfie! He's taking you for drinks in Camden Town 😍 Thanks for playing!

[zablife]

can i pls play too? 🥺

💋, 💞, 💙 ty <3

Hi Em, of course you can play!! I was hoping you would join in the fun! You're going to the Eden Club to dance with Alfie 😍 Thanks for playing!

[zablife]

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Hi Isa!! Tysm for the ask. You're on your way to the Midland Hotel to be wined and dined by Alfie! Thanks for playing 💕

[zablife]

Hello, Lee!! For the Mystery Date-Peaky Edition:

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Thanks!! And I loved this game! 😂❤️

Hey Flor, thanks for the ask! I'm so glad you liked the idea. I thought it seemed like good fun and I'm glad others are into it as well. For your date, you're going to the Garrison for a meal with John! Thanks for playing 🥰

[zablife]

That's such a lovely idea 🙌👏

Here is my emoji selection: 🌹💓❤️

Tysm, darl! For your date, Tommy will be taking you to Arrow House to woo you with music. Thanks for playing! 💕

[zablife]

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for the mystery date thing with the peakys <3

Hi darl, tysm for the ask! For your date, you'll go on a romantic walk around the Midland Hotel with Michael. Thanks for playing! 💕

[zablife]

Ohh this looks so fun!!

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Hey Reb!! It's so good to hear from you! I hope you're doing well. Your date is quite unique. Michael is escorting you to Charlie's yard for drinks. Thanks for playing 🥰