#there's a lady on my house who does food sharing and so I ended up with five lemons

[sheirukitriesfandom]

When life gives you lemons, make lemon curd 😁

#personal #there's a lady on my house who does food sharing and so I ended up with five lemons #now I got three decently sized jars of lemon curd #*in

[calisources]

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from different sources about romance, marriage and specially arranged marriage and what that entails. Mentions of affairs, mistresses, wedding ceremonies and medieval talks of what marriage entails follow. Change names, pronouns and locations however you see fit.

Marriage is a marriage, whether it is arranged or not. Both necessitate the same level of dedication.

It’s not an option to be best friends with your life partner; it’s a requirement for a firm foundation in a long-term relationship.

Arranged marriage is not always a bed of roses, but it is possible to achieve with love and faith.

It’s different for women, isn’t it? They have no choice where they go. They grow up in a prison and then get married into one.

Is there anything more courageous/stupid than saying yes to spend your life with someone you have no idea about?

The country was as much of a mystery to me as the man I had married.

One day you’ll be in love with me.

You could be a titled lady. 

I have avoided the fate my father had planned for me. Surely it is I who has won, not he.

I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.

But if you were matched, what do you think she'd be like?

We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other. 

In this case the time is not so important for me, the person asking for commitment is.

We are trapped by convention and must marry another.

Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.

I am to be a bride, but whose? 

I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?

I found out soon after we met that Leah’s father had promised her in marriage to some young Pole.

If I ever get into an arranged marriage, I want it to be like theirs.

Arranged marriages require effort; constantly and every day. And where there is love, you want to make these efforts.

A successful arranged marriage can help climb the biggest mountain and build the biggest empire.

An arranged marriage is like wine; it tastes good with time.

You will marry him and do your duty to your House.

You are my daughter and you will do as I say. End of discussion.

Love? What does love have to do with marriage?

He'll honour his duty to family and swallow it.

I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck. 

 So I was raised to be his wife. I was taught my favorite color was gold because his favorite color was gold. I was told my favorite foods were his favorite foods

I never thought what it would actually be like to have him... be gone. 

I was raised for him, and now I am... new. I am brand-new. And I do not even know how to breathe air he does not exhale.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

Marriage is a financial contract; I have enough contracts already.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

Arranged marriages work like this. The girl is hardly asked and is expected to follow whatever her parents deem fit.

Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of.

Maybe she'll be beautiful. Maybe she'll be rich. As long as she brings swords and men.

Perhaps love is a minor madness.

It doesn't matter who the seed is. The important thing is that it has a place in your womb.

Her maidenhood will seal an alliance and must be kept safe.

Every married woman knows a man can have mistresses and we must look the other way.

All I ask is, that you do not cast me aside. Have mistresses and lovers as you please, but confide in me as I am to be your wife.

A husband’s first and foremost job in a marriage is to protect and love his wife.

Touching without looking had been incredibly arousing.

In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.

I want you in every way there is to want. I want you in any way you choose to share.

I'm free to do with my wife as I fucking please.

The marriage of convenience lasts until you become an inconvenience.

Ours is a marriage of convenience and nothing more.

From now on, you're sleeping in our room. There's no chance in hell I'm letting you sleep far away from me again.

You agreed to this marriage and didn’t even dare to ask my opinion on the matter.

You're going to bend, and so am I. We're going to compromise, negotiate, and distract each other.

Being together means our priorities are going to change.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

I don't think I am likely to marry, Harry. I am much too in love.

It is certainly romantic to be in love, but there's nothing romantic about a definite proposal.

They are royals, whoever they marry is not their choice but who is better for the crown.

That is a match made in a boardroom.

Once you are wed to another, you will forget me. 

I will marry a man who desires me but I have no interest in. 

I will not be a secret kept in shadows. Once you are wed, I will leave.

How can I marry them, when I am in love with another? It is not fair to them, that I think of you when I’m with them.

Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.

Behave yourself, out here, we are wed and what you do, reflects on me.

You are being sold like a mare and do not care.

Once I bore him a son, he shall be happy, I know it.

We hate one another but for peace, we must wed. At least, let us enjoy this part of the contract.

I am doing this for my family and for the terms you offer.

A marriage is simply an alliance.

All will be well, love can be found in a marriage. If not love, at least, good company. 

Do your duty and give him sons.  That’s all men want.

I will not be paraded around in a bedding ceremony. I will wed them and bed them, but I will not be humiliated. 

You think this title gives me power, but you forget, I am a woman.

I am lucky enough to have options. None who please me but at least, I can choose one.

Come to bed now, husband. It is our wedding night, after all.

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #arranged marriage

[erosia-rhodes]

Speculation on Mizu’s heritage

Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix is one of the best things I’ve seen all year. As I’ve been rewatching it, I couldn’t help but speculate on Mizu’s heritage, and I wanted to share my theory so we can all laugh at how wrong I was in a few years. (I am notoriously bad at guessing plot twists. I was totally wrong about how Wandavision and Loki season 1 would end.)

Spoilers and speculation behind the jump.

Short version: Mizu’s mother was a white woman and her father was the Shogun. The Shogun’s wife, Lady Itoh, put the bounty on Mizu’s life because she was proof that the Shogun broke his own laws.

Who Would Want to Kill a Baby?

We know that there has been a bounty on Mizu’s head since she was a baby. There are only three reasons I can think of for putting a hit out on a child who’s just been born and couldn’t have personally wronged anyone yet:

1) To deny them an inheritance.

2) To eliminate proof of an affair.

3) To eliminate proof of a crime.

The woman that claims to be Mizu’s mother is Japanese, so Mizu assumes her father must be white. But once Fowler reveals that Mizu’s “mother” was actually her maid, it opens up the possibility that Mizu’s mother was white and her father was Japanese.

We know that someone is willing to a pay a lot of money to kill Mizu, but the maid also ran off with enough money to take care of Mizu for several years, so at least one person in this mess is wealthy. We also know that someone still wants Mizu dead when she's an adult because men come to kill her when her husband rats her out, so she’s still a threat to someone else’s interests at that time.

If the Shogun slept with a white woman and fathered a mix-raced child as a result, that would fulfill all three reasons to put a bounty on a baby. Killing her would remove any chance that a bastard might try to blackmail her way into an inheritance, it would remove proof that the Shogun had an affair, and most importantly, it would destroy evidence that he violated his own laws against Western influence by sleeping with a white woman.

But the True Culprit is…

But I don’t think the Shogun put the bounty on Mizu’s life. I think it was the Shogun’s wife, Lady Itoh, for several reasons:

1) Lady Itoh is willing to kill people who learn that her husband broke his own laws.

When the nobles are trying to escape the fire in the finale, Lady Itoh makes her sons lock the door behind them and sentence the other Lords to death because they witnessed the Shogun’s shame, the revelation that he broke his own laws by dealing with Fowler, a white man. She’s demonstrated that she’s willing to kill people to destroy proof of her husband’s violations, so she’d do the same to a mixed-race baby he fathered. It would also explain why Mizu’s maid never claimed the bounty herself; she would have been targeted for death too because she knew about the Shogun’s crime. She probably took whatever money was in the house when the killers came for Mizu, and went on the run as much to save her own life as Mizu's.

2) The woman’s a sadist.

Lady Itoh does everything she can to make Akemi’s life hell once she marries into the family. She saddles her with bitchy attendants and serves her disgusting food at the banquet, and finishes it off with the cooked remains of the bird Akemi tried to free. Then she sends her two more birds the next day, claiming they’re breakfast and lunch. I have no trouble believing this woman would put a hit on a baby!

3) She’s a hardliner against Western influence

After the fire, Lady Itoh orders her sons to destroy 2000 guns which they could have used in the future against their enemies because she’d so fiercely against Western influence. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the one who came up with the law banning white people and talked her husband into enacting it. That would explain why the Shogun was willing to violate the law, because he didn’t completely believe in it and only enacted it to get his wife off his back.

It Fits a Common Theme of Revenge Stories

Another reason I think Lady Itoh is the ultimate villain is because it fits the common theme that revenge is futile. Revenge usually destroys the person seeking it just as much as anyone they go after. There is a famous quote from Confucius that says, "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves." The implication is that the second one is for yourself.

If it turns out that Mizu has been going after the only four men in the country who couldn’t be her father, it would demonstrate how misguided revenge quests are. She’s spent her whole life pouring hatred into the wrong mission.

It would also be a painful twist to know that Mizu was in the same room with Lady Itoh in the finale, but she was focused on killing Fowler instead of realizing that her true enemy was fleeing out the back door with everyone else.

How It Will All Sort Out

I predict that Mizu will eventually learn the truth about her parentage and ultimately target Lady Itoh for death, not just for revenge, but so she can permanently remove the bounty on her head and live her life freely as a woman.

Akemi might end up assisting Mizu since Lady Itoh is also her enemy. Akemi will probably spend season two battling Lady Itoh for control of the household, and thus the country. If Akemi can put her husband in place as the Shogun, she could remove the bounty on Mizu's head.

If Taigan ends up working as a castle guard, this might put him in conflict with Mizu and Akemi if they target Lady Itoh since he would be honor bound to protect her.

It will be interesting to see how it all sorts out!

ETA: I misspelled Lady Itoh's name, sorry! (According to the subtitles it's Itoh, not Ito) I think I fixed every instance.

#blue eye samurai #netflix #blue eye samurai spoilers #mizu #taigen #akemi #mizu blue eye samurai #lady itoh

[melzula]

The Search

part three

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

notes: we finally made it to the end of the search! hope you guys enjoy :) and as always i suggest reading the comics to better understand the series

summary: Zuko finally finds his mother, and the Princess is faced with complicated feelings for Azula

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

Your heart pounds rapidly in your chest as you will your legs to continue their sprint for as long as they can. The sun is beginning to set and the valley is growing darker, and you desperately hope Misu’s shortcut will get you to Noren’s soon before you’re too late.

So much had happened since your arrival to Forgetful Valley. From meeting the water tribe siblings Rafa and Misu to the Mother of Faces, it seemed your group was one step closer to finding Zuko’s mom. But after Azula had used the Mother’s one favor to uncover Ursa’s whereabouts, things had gone awry. She’d ruined Misu’s only chance of helping her brother and run off to confront Noriko, whose true identity had been revealed to be none other than the missing Fire Lady.

Now, you and Sokka found yourselves accompanying Zuko as your trio rushed to Hira’a in hopes you’d reach Noren’s house before his malevolent sister could.

“I can’t believe your mom was right under our noses this entire time,” Sokka says breathlessly.

“We couldn’t have known,” you reply from beside him. “All that matters now is getting to her first before Azula does.”

“We should be there soon,” your boyfriend assures you both. “I just hope we’re not too late.”

“We won’t be,” you comfort him with a reassuring smile, “you’re going to be with your mother again, Zuko. Sokka and I will help you see this through.”

“We’ve got your back, buddy.”

He flashes you a grateful smile, but he doesn’t have time to say much else as your trio finally reaches Noren’s house. The surrounding area is dark save for the warm light that floods out from the windows, and you cautiously approach the home with your guards up in case Azula is inside.

“It’s so quiet,” Sokka notes, club in hand and at the ready.

“Too quiet,” Zuko agrees before pressing himself against the wall of the home and peering into the open window.

“Do you see anything?” You whisper to the fire bender as you position yourself beside him.

“What’s going on in there?” Sokka presses. “Noren’s family… don’t tell me Azula-“

“No, they’re fine,” he breathes out in relief, “they’re eating dinner.”

“Thank spirits,” you exhale, the tension in your nerves immediately leaving your body once you know they’re safe. You were especially worried about Kiyi, so it relieved you to know no harm had come to her or her family. “It looks like Misu was right about that shortcut.”

The three of you peer in at the family who share smiles and food in the comfort of their home. They looked so normal, it was almost hard to believe that the woman inside was the lost Fire Lady.

“I’m going inside. Can you two keep an eye out for Azula?” Zuko asks.

“Sure, anything you need, Zuko” Sokka happily obliges.

You gently grab hold of his hand to halt his movements as he passes and give it a comforting squeeze. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I will be,” he says. “Will you?”

“Don’t worry about us, Sokka and I can handle Azula easily.”

“I know you can, Princess” he replies with a fond smile, gifting you an affectionate kunik before releasing your hand and heading inside.

“Good luck, my love,” you murmur quietly, turning your attention to the empty fields before you once the door is shut.

“How’re you holding up, Chief?” Sokka asks while surveying the area in search of any danger. “I overheard that nasty argument you had with Azula last night.”

“I know better than to let her get to me,” you reply thoughtfully, “but that doesn’t make her words any less hurtful. I’ve been dealing with Azula’s wrath since I was four, and it hasn’t gotten any easier.”

“I bet, but you’re one of the strongest people I know. If anyone can stand up to Azula, it’s you.”

“I’m not sure if I agree with that,” you sigh, and Sokka doesn’t miss the way your eyes fall scrutinizingly to the scars on your hands. Though the pain has faded and the physical damage has healed, you’ll never be able to forget what she’s done to you.

“Hey, you’re doing your best,” your friend consoles. “You’ve been nothing but supportive for Zuko this whole trip, that counts for something.”

“Thank you, Sokka,” you say with a meager smile. “I guess you’re right.”

“I always am,” he agrees proudly. “Besides, now that Zuko’s found his mother this whole thing will be over soon and we’ll never have to deal with Azula again.”

“Are you sure about that, peasant?” A mocking voice chimes, catching you and Sokka off guard. You’d been so engrossed in your conversation that you hadn’t even noticed the fire bender’s looming presence, and now there Azula stood before the two of you with a crazed look in her eyes and an itch to take you both down.

“You’re not hurting that family, Azula,” you warn her with a glower to which she merely chuckles slyly in response. “Leave them be.”

“Don’t you remember what happened the last time you fought me, Princess?” She mocks while gesturing to her hands. “Zuzu isn’t here to protect you, and Mother won’t be able to stop me from fulfilling my destiny, but I’m willing to show you water rats mercy if you get out of my way.”

“Fat chance,” Sokka retaliates, “you’re going down!”

“Suit yourself,” the Fire Princess hums with a meager shrug. “It’s more fun for me this way anyhow.”

A blast of flames is immediately shot in your direction, forcing Sokka and yourself to drop and roll out of the way to avoid being burned by her strike. Pushing yourself up off the ground, you spot a well in Noren’s backyard and quickly begin a sprint towards the water source. “Sokka, cover me!”

“I’ve got you covered, y/n!” the Water Tribe boy calls as he hurtles his boomerang unsuccessfully towards Azula. In the meantime, you peer inside the well to ensure it’s full of water before pulling out a long stream from within. With Azula’s back turned and her focus on Sokka, you use a water whip to sweep the girl off her feet so that she lands on the ground with a harsh thud.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you utter desperately, sincerity clear in your tone as you stand over her. Despite the hateful scowl on her face, you urge, “Let us help you, Azula. I know there must be some ounce of goodness in your heart, you can change!”

“Whatever you and Mother are planning against me won’t work. I will not be fooled!” She cries indignantly before kicking her feet out to send a burst of flames towards you. “Zuko may be foolish enough to fall for your tricks but I’m not.”

“Princess!” Sokka exclaims, rushing towards you and tackling you to the ground to prevent her flames from hitting you. “Are you crazy?! Why are you trying to reason with that psycho? You could have gotten yourself hurt.”

“I had to try,” you murmur to yourself, “I had to see for myself if there was any chance of redemption left for her.”

“We don’t have time for that now,” he urges while helping you up off the ground. “We have to stop her before she gets inside!”

Spotting her figure on the roof, you quickly create a blast of snow to propel Sokka and yourself onto the top of the house with her. Your sudden presence startles her, but she quickly regains her composure and begins to form a strike of lightening to hurtle at you both. However, before she can complete the move you send a blast of water across the roof that quickly freezes over into ice and traps her feet to the surface. Sokka promptly hurries over to the fire bender and grabs hold of her hands before maneuvering them behind her back so she can’t try to strike you.

“Let go of me, peasant!” She growls, thrashing violently in his grasp in an attempt to break free. With her feet stuck to the ice and her hands restricted Azula’s attempts at freedom are futile.

“He’s not a peasant,” you correct her firmly, “and you’re not getting out of this. I’ve done all I can to help you, to try and understand you, but it never seems to matter what I do. You’ve never liked me, even though for Zuko’s sake I hoped that one day you might.”

“Mother sent you to distract Zuko, to take my brother from me,” she remarks adamantly. “Everything was perfect after Ba Sing Se, but you made him weak!”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about!” You exclaim in exasperation. Ever since your trip had started she’d thrown strange accusations your way that you couldn’t comprehend, and you didn’t understand why she perceived you as someone who was out to get her. If anything, you had always felt it was the opposite when it came to your relationship with Zuko’s sister.

“I should have finished the job when I had the chance,” she utters lowly, and as her eyes begin to hone in on your scarred hands a shiver of fear crawls down your spine. “I won’t make that same mistake again.”

A breath of fire blasts from her mouth straight towards you, and when you use the ice to form a barrier to block her attack she takes the opportunity to release herself from Sokka’s grip now that her feet are free. She shoves the boy backwards, and with lightening jolting between her fingertips she strikes a hole through the roof that causes the entire structure to cave in.

“Sokka!” You cry out, falling through the broken roof along with Azula. In a last ditch effort you send a blast of snow in his direction to break his fall, but you aren’t left with enough time to do the same for yourself. You slam onto the ground below you with a loud thud that has both Sokka and Zuko wincing. Your head hits the wood on impact and you’re knocked out cold, prompting Zuko to rush towards you only for Azula to send him flying across the room.

“I said get out of my way!”

“Check on y/n!” Sokka demands while helping the Fire Lord up from the floor. “I’ll deal with Azula.”

Disoriented from his sister’s attack, the boy stumbles over to your unconscious form and carefully pulls you out of the rubble. A small trickle of blood rolls down the side of your head as Zuko scoops you up into his arms and holds you carefully against his chest, making sure to be mindful of any possible injuries you may have from your fall.

“This is all my fault,” he murmurs quietly into your hair as he presses a careful kiss to the top of your head, “I shouldn’t have brought you into this.”

“Zuko!” Sokka calls, rushing over and carefully taking your sleeping figure from his friend’s arms. “I’ve got her, you take care of your mom.”

“Keep her safe,” he pleads, watching as Sokka rushes Noren and Kiyi out of the house.

Your still face is the last thing he sees before your group disappears into the cover of the night, and it’s what urges him to finally face off to his sister once and for all.

~~~

The waves that crash against the shores of Ember Island bring a sense of peace to the woman who stands with her feet in the sand and her eyes focused on the endless expanse of water. A quiet coo pulls her attention away from the sea and back to the newborn girl who lies nestled in her arms. Her beautiful golden irises stare up at her in awe, and the woman smiles warmly in response.

“Are you enjoying the family beach house, little fire ferret?” She hums, watching fondly as the child grabs onto her outstretched finger.

“Azula!” A voice calls from the balcony, and now her attention is fixed on the water bender who peers down at her from above. “Dinner is ready, won’t you come inside?”

“Of course, sister,” she smiles sincerely at the girl she had once hated with her entire being. “Elza needs to be put down for her nap anyhow.”

“She always sleeps better in her Aunt Azula’s arms,” her sister-in-law notes fondly. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“As am I, y/n.”

“Azula,” you gasp the moment you wake from your dream, sitting up in bed only to immediately trigger a pounding ache in your head.

“It’s alright,” a voice shushes you as gentle arms carefully push you back down into bed, “you must be careful now. You took quite a fall.”

“Is Sokka alright?” You ask quietly, noting the dryness of your throat. “Zuko?”

“They’re both fine,” she comforts as you begin to adjust to your surroundings. The sunlight that shines through the windows doesn’t ease the ache you feel in your head, and it takes a moment for your eyes to focus on the person in front of you. “Zuko’s asleep, but he hasn’t left this room since we brought you in here.”

“Fire Lady Ursa?” You murmur as your eyes finally take in the sight of a woman’s gentle smile and kind features. “It’s really you, isn’t it?”

“It is,” she replies thoughtfully, but the look in her eyes seems to suggest that she isn’t sure of her own answer. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Zuko has told me so much about you.”

“Same here,” you reply with a meager smile. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name I’ve heard in all those stories.”

“I can’t begin to express how grateful I am for all you’ve done for my son,” Ursa expresses earnestly while gently pushing back the hair from your face. “Thank you for taking care of him when I couldn’t.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I love your son more than anything, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Zuko.”

“He’s very lucky to have you,” she notes with a gentle smile, and once you’re able to carefully sit yourself up in bed she offers you a cup of water that you greedily finish in a matter of seconds. “I’ll fetch you some more water, but in the meantime you rest. You don’t want to hurt yourself any further.”

You watch with a careful smile as Ursa leaves the room, but a quiet call of your name has you turning to look at the chair across from you. You’d been too engrossed and in awe of Ursa’s presence to notice Zuko at first, but it’s hard to miss him now that he’s at your bedside quickly checking you over for any wounds or injuries.

“Are you hurt?”

“I have a bit of a headache and my limbs feel a bit sore, but I’m alright,” you assure him. Sighing, he carefully allows his forehead to fall gently against yours in search of comfort and reassurance that you’re really okay.

“It’s my fault this happened to you,” he utters dejectedly. “So far every time I’ve asked you to help me deal with my sister it hasn’t ended well. I shouldn’t have stopped you from returning home and asked you to come to Hira’a.”

“Zuko, this isn’t your fault in the slightest,” you argue with a frown as you gently take his face in your hands and prompt him to look at you. “I came with you to Hira’a because it’s my job as your girlfriend to support you. You’re my other half, and when you need my help I’m supposed to be there for you. Your sister is unpredictable, but I knew the risk I was taking when I agreed to travel with her, and what happened to me was just one of those risks come to fruition.”

“I just hate seeing you get hurt,” he laments quietly before carefully pulling you into a hug.

“I know, but I’ll be okay as long as you’re there to look after me.”

“I always will be,” he promises, nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes as he looks upon your tired face.

“So what happened while I was out? Where’s Azula?”

“She ran away. Sokka, Aang, and Katara searched Forgetful Valley for hours while I watched over you but there’s no sign of her. We’ll just have to keep looking.”

“And your mother? How did she get her face back?”

“The Mother of Faces returned it to her and restored all of her old memories. I told her she didn’t have to, she had a peaceful life here as Noriko, but she did it anyway.”

“Well I’m sure Azula will turn up at some point or another. I don’t think she’d give up that easily,” you say thoughtfully. “As for Ursa, I’m glad you finally have your mother back Zuko. I know how much this all means to you, and I know how much more peaceful life will be for you now that you’ve found her.”

“Thank you, but I couldn’t have found her without your support,” he expresses earnestly before leaning in to give you a loving kiss.

~~~

“Please, please, please do it again, y/n!” Kiyi pleads while tugging at the skirt of your dress. With delighted laughter spilling past your lips, you can’t help but relent to the little girl’s pleas.

“Alright, just for you,” you tell her before taking the cup of water she eagerly hands you and concentrating on your next move. Drinking the water from the cup, you take your time swishing the liquid around in your mouth for dramatic effect before using the coolness of your breath to transform it into snow and blow out a flurry of snowflakes into the air. Kiyi’s shrieks of delight fill the atmosphere as she runs around trying to catch the snow, and from the shade under the tree Zuko and Ursa watch the scene with matching smiles on their faces.

“She’s wonderful, Zuko,” Ursa compliments, a small laugh leaving her at the sight of Kiyi and yourself catching snowflakes on your tongues.

“She is,” he agrees with a fond smile.

You’d never been able to get along with Azula no matter how hard you or Zuko tried to force it, so it was a nice change of pace to see you get along with his other little sister. He finally felt that sense of family he’d been searching for all this time since becoming Fire Lord, and he was grateful to have you as a part of it. He only hoped that with time you could grow your family together.

“It warms my heart to see you’ve found your other half. I hope you’re able to cherish your love forever.”

“I will,” he says earnestly, and it’s a promise he makes to himself and to his Princess.

You are his other half, and your love will stand the tests of time forever.

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[wardenparker]

Vampire Waltz - ch 11

Max Phillips x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

A mysterious inheritance, sprawling mansion, eccentric roommates, friendly bat, and coven of New England witches are the newest chapter of your life after being unceremoniously dumped and kicked out by your boyfriend. For Max, the biggest change in his life is you, and what exactly he's going to do about the fact that he is stuck living with you as long as his sire continues to punish him for that incident at his last office...

Rating: Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 9.5k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: deceased parents, cursing, food, blood and blood drinking, depictions and references to abusive relationships. Anxiety and trauma responses. Self-worth issues.* Not many warnings this chapter, just a lot of emotions running high and a fair bit of lying for the sake of keeping secrets. Summary: Your first day in the past with Max is full of emotional moments and surprises, but nothing more surprising than a revelation shared with Eddie and Allison back in your own time. Notes: Hello and welcome to the Gilded Age!! It's been so exciting to see how many of you gleefully jumped into the deep-end with us on this plot twist and I hope you enjoy! This week's Chateau-sur-Mer room on display is Eddie's room 💛

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It is Mrs. Taylor who wakes you with a gentle knock on the door the next morning, bearing an arm full of clothing for each of you. Max had been resting with his eyes closed, holding you close while you slept, but his eyes opened immediately at the sound. "Good morning," she greets you both with a nod as she hustles into the room, shutting it behind her. "I brought you some things. To help you to blend in. Mr. Brown has arranged for each of you to be measured and fitted today, if you will be kind enough to go into town just after luncheon. He has sent orders to have wardrobes made that will be fitting for members of his family." It isn't her place to comment on the decision or the certainty with which the word 'family' was used, but she follows her orders to the letter.

Max sits up, shirtless and nods. “Mr. Brown is a gracious host.” He is almost giddy at the prospect of tailored suits, considering it’s so hard to have one made during his time. He’s looking forward to the trip to town. “Would you help my wife dress?” He has no clue how to dress you and he’s not sure if you know either.

"Of course." Mrs. Taylor agrees to the request easily, considering she had already but told to do so, but sets down the clothing on the nearby chaise for a moment while you rise from bed in your odd clothing. "After this morning, Mr. Brown has tasked Miss Annie's maid Renee with seeing to your wife. I hope that is acceptable."

It’s a struggle not to show that he recognizes the name, but he manages. “As long as it does not interfere with her duties to Miss Annie.” He takes the borrowed clothes for him and strides behind the privacy screen. He doesn’t care about you seeing him, but this is a different time and he doesn’t wish to offend Mrs. Taylor.

"Of course not, sir." While this particular morning is outside of her own normal duties, that does not concern her much. The staff of this particular house is far more efficient than any other in the community for their ability to work hard without the need for substantial rest or food. Losing a few minutes to dressing a young lady hardly affects her schedule.

Max dresses quickly, approving of how well his sires' clothes fit him and sets out from around the screen with only his boots left to put on. They are his modern shoes, but no one will notice.

The layers that Mrs. Taylor helps you put on seem endless. Chemise. Corset. Bustle. Petticoats. Corset cover. All these underlayers have to go on before she can even button you into the outer shell of the dress, but once you have the soft green and dark brown dress on in all its complicated glory, it's...oddly comfortable. The corset redistributes the weight of the dress and underlayers so that it isn't too heavy on any part of you, and the layers are all surprisingly thin but so much cotton adds up to a very warm outfit. The chill of the fall weather won't get very far at all, especially not with the wool stockings you have on underneath it all to cushion your feet in the neatly laced leather boots that somehow fit you perfectly. They must be your grandmother's -- that's the only explanation you can come up with, knowing how well some other pieces of her wardrobe fit you in your own time.

“You look….” Max’s eyes are wide, slowly taking in your very prim exterior. He had never expected to have such an attraction to the Victorian style, but he finds that it’s very becoming on you. “Exquisite.” He manages. “It’s as big as a ball gown.”

"Hush." The warmth in your cheeks belies the tone in your voice though, seeing the slow way Max surveys you up and down like some kind of precious gem. "You look very handsome as well." The suit that was brought for him is simple but well-made, and even though you have no idea whether or not it's in fashion, he looks like the romantic lead of a BBC period drama come to life and you are absolutely here for it.

“So you’re allowed to compliment me, but I can’t say how attractive my wife is?” He huffs at you playfully and shakes his head. “That will not be cool at all.”

The term is unfamiliar to Mrs. Taylor but she tactfully does not react at all, simply nodding to you and Max in the doorway. "Breakfast will be served in the dining room in fifteen minutes," she informs you before disappearing again. "You look like Mr. Wickham," you tell Max with a grin, doubtful that he'll get the reference but not really caring. "Dashing and handsome, and a little bit like trouble."

“Mr. Wickham.” He looks at you in utter offense, huffing. “I am no wastrel, I’ll have you know.” He grins back at you to show he’s teasing, and holds out his arm to you. “I’m Darcy, of course.”

"Hmm, maybe you're right." Taking his arm is soothing and grounded, reminding you that no matter how crazy this situation is, he's right here with you. "Alli and Eddie are definitely our Jane and Bingley, after all."

“Yes, they are.” He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Obvious to everyone but them that they were crazy about each other.”

"I think it's sweet." Their enthusiasm for each other has been endearing, and a pang of missing your friends makes your heart ache but you have no choice other than to shake it off. "And it looks like we'll have some very, very interesting stories for them when we get home."

“Yes we will.” The dining room is straight ahead and he reaches over and pats your hand. “Are you ready to get to know her in ways you never imagined?” Max asks, not wanting to say ‘your mother’ in case she has hearing like a vampire.

"I'm nervous," you admit, knowing that this is an enormously big deal for only you. Max has no emotional stakes in this meeting, but you have them in spades. "What...wh-what if she doesn't like me?"

“There’s no way that would ever happen.” Of that, he is confident. You are amazing, even if you don’t see it.

"You're biased." It's bolstering, though. It makes you feel a little bit like you have a champion on your side to help square your shoulders when they start to round down again. "But I hope you're right."

“I know I’m right, babe.” He tells you cockily, sending you an air kiss. “They are both going to love you.”

"I hope so." A soft nod is what you can manage right now, knowing that beyond that doorway are two women who have been completely lost to you for so much of your life. "I really hope so."

“I’m with you.” Max promises. “After this, we will see how you dance in that dress of yours.”

"With really big swishes." That is a welcome thought, though, and you revel in the idea of dancing with him becoming so normal that it can happen pretty much anywhere. It has you smiling again, and visibly relaxing, and you nod to Max before gently squeezing his arm. "Okay. Let's do this." The dining room table has been laid with fine China. There are five places set and five chairs, while the sideboard is filled with piping hot serving pieces full of all manner of breakfast items. Tea and coffee and a third carafe that you have to assume is blood are all set out on the opposite wall where a footman stands at attention waiting to pour.

Max glances at you, wondering if it’s a reprieve that your mother and grandmother aren’t down yet. He hums as he guides you towards the table, deciding that he would set you on the opposite side from the door so you can see them when they come in. “At least there is coffee and tea, right?”

"And more, it looks like." You nod toward the third carafe. "Good morning." The next figure to sweep into the room is your grandfather, and he sets himself down at the head of the table without hesitation. "I trust you had a restful night?"

“She slept through the night.” Max answers with a polite nod. “Thank you for the clothes as well. It will be better to blend in.”

“Indeed.” He nods, not reacting at all when the footman in the room steps forward to fill first his coffee cup and then his drinking glass with blood. “The appointment to make your wardrobes is essential. We are throwing a ball in just a week’s time and you must be properly attired.”

Max winces when the blood is poured into a wine glass and when the footman comes around the table, he covers the glass. “Please pour it into the coffee cup.” He instructs.

The footman says nothing but nods and adjusts the angle of his pour once he is standing beside Max. “Your room is comfortable?” Yayo asks. He knows that his staff works hard but he also knows that humans are particular.

Max looks over at you for the answer. Knowing that you were the one sleeping, although he was comfortable as he laid with you. “My dear?”

“Very comfortable,” you assure him quickly.

“Good.” He nods and gives a pleased smile. “The gold room has a special fondness for me.”

“Oh?” Whatever stories your grandfather is willing to share are wonderfully welcome. Only for a moment do you find yourself distracted by the appearance of the footman, who pours tea for you when you indicate your preference.

“Cookie and I spent nearly a year exploring the far East.” He tells you with a soft sigh as he leans back in the opulent chair. “When she had fallen in love with that bed, we bought it and had it shipped back.”

“It’s very beautiful.” Even before now you had thought so. Even considered asking to have it moved to your bedroom on the second floor. But you had decided that that would be an immense thing to ask for and instead started dreaming of one day having visitors who might use the room.

“Our daughter was conceived in that bed.” He admits with a small smirk and raised brow as he stares at the two of you. As if expecting you to say that you are also expecting a joyous occasion after one night in that bed.

“Is that…so?” It’s a little more than you need to know, considering that’s your mother he’s talking about, but it’s still worth noting. With everything you’ve been finding out about your family and your magic lately, who knows if it means something or not.

Nodding, he’s amused by your reaction. You are not timid, you dress far too boldly for that, but you are slightly embarrassed by the idea. Further cementing the truth that you are his granddaughter in his mind. “My wife and daughter should be downstairs shortly. They are not exactly morning people.”

“No…” A slip of a memory runs through your mind and you smile. Your mother dragging herself downstairs in her robe with a yawn only to find that your father had already made her coffee for her. “No…that seems to be true no matter what the age.”

“Since she was a babe.” He chuckles softly. “A fortuitous arrangement, considering that I do not sleep. So I could be up late into the night with her when she was fussy. My wife and I did not allow a nurse to care for her.”

“A fairly unusual choice, but I can see why.” Not knowing how much can or cannot be said around the house staff in this time, you just smile and politely add, “She must have been a rare child. And very loved.”

Everyone in this house is aware of what his child is and he nods. “We are free to speak of all issues but yours,” he tells you meaningfully. “The staff are all vampires. Easier than explaining to humans.”

“I see.” Well, that certainly explains how things are the way they are in the future. When your staff never ages or dies, there’s no need to change them. “That certainly does simplify things.”

“Quite.” He agrees. “The coven and social circles provide Cookie with human companionship when she so desires.”

“I know the Newport coven to be full of kind and caring women.” Of course, it might not be entirely true now, you don’t know for sure. But in your time? Those women became your friends as easily as breathing.

“Then the reputation of the coven has endured over the years.” He hums. “There were some turbulent years, but Cookie is not one to deal with much foolishness.”

“It is my understanding that she is very much beloved.” Before you have the chance to say more, you spot two women approaching from the great hall and nearly swallow your tongue. Your mother looks nearly identical to how you remember her, with the biggest difference being just her style. You remember a woman with short hair and a fondness for berry-tone lipstick, who wore dresses only on the most special of occasions. This version of her blends perfectly into the time, with none of her natural features tempered by makeup, her long hair swept up into a complicated style, and the gown on her frame affixed perfectly to make her look as elegant as a flower in soft pink. Memories of your grandmother have been coming back — many as dreams — since the spell that kept them from your mind seemed to break apart. And now that you are in a different time it seems as though the veil over your mind has been lifted entirely. Your abuela looks just as you remember her as well, all dressed up as she liked to be, with a twinkle of mischief in her eye and a perpetual smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. As though she were intending to save it for later.

“John, you didn’t mention we had guests when you came downstairs.” Her tone is apologetic as she sails into the room and to the seat that is at her husband’s elbow. “My apologies for seemingly ignoring your arrival.”

“Not at all, my dear.” He softens measurably when he looks at her, and seems to forget everything else in the room for that moment. “Some family arrived late last night. One of my sons, and his young bride. I insisted they stay on with us.”

“Oh?” Her eyes brighten and she glances back at the two of you with a warm smile. “Then welcome. I must assume that your bride is breathing?” She asks curiously as she tilts her head. The footman brings the coffee over and pours her a cup silently.

“Max’s wife is as you and Annie are,” he informs his own wife and daughter politely. Just because they can speak freely in the house does not mean he will be crude.

“Delightful.” She nods and turns towards you with a smirk on her face. “Perhaps you will be willing to take tea with me this afternoon, then?” She asks. “John has some business to attend to and my daughter is expecting a caller.”

“I would be delighted.” Tea time has become a sacred ritual for you because of Mrs. Taylor and your grandmother. To actually sit down to tea with her is a privilege higher than you can articulate.

“Lovely.” She smiles at you and then looks over at Annie. “This is my daughter, Annie. She’s normally more engaging than this, but she’s not had her cup of coffee yet.”

“I fully sympathize.” And having seen your mother before coffee on many, many occasions, you expected nothing less. Even so, it’s the seeing her again that has you struggling to hide emotion. “And I’m…I’m very glad to meet you, Annie.”

Her smile is polite and tired. “Forgive me.” She begs. “I become more social as the meal continues but I mean no offense.” She takes a sip of her coffee and sighs. “I believe I should have been an owl.”

“There is a certain magic in seeing sunrise at its beginning instead of its end. The nighttime can have magic in its own right.” At least, that’s what you’ve always thought. Hopefully it doesn’t sound cheesy.

She perks up slightly and nods. “Yes, you are right.” You seem so familiar but she cannot place where she knows you from.

“You seem to be two peas in a pod,” Cookie observes, seemingly delighted by that revelation.

“Do you only have the one child?” Max asks, hoping to draw out more information for you to soak up about your family while you are here. “Or is she the youngest of the group?”

“We only have our darling Anne.” Cookie beams at her daughter as the two of them pick up their plates to serve their own breakfast at the side table and you follow suit. “She is our entire world, I am happy to say.”

There needs to be a conversation about how he can reproduce and other vampires cannot. Max hums. “That is good. We thought to have one, maybe two.”

“Children are an infinite blessing.” While the three mortal women are serving themselves breakfast, the man known as Mr. Brown smiles at the son he barely knows. “An unpredictable and bewildering blessing.”

“I’m sure that we will discover that blessing for ourselves sometime in the near future.” Max wonders if the child you and he will have will be more vampiric or more like you.

“Most families like ours are not so blessed.” Cookie smiles at her husband. “But we have been lucky. And you will be too, I think.”

“Hopefully so.” It’s a truthful answer. He had always assumed that he couldn’t have kids since he was technically dead. Since learning that it was possible, he’s been imagining a little girl that looks just like you, but her favorite parent is him.

“I think my husband has hopes he has not yet shared with me.” It's impossible to deny how much you like calling Max that, and you break out into a smile when you come back to the table with your plate. “Not that I mind, of course.”

“Dolly, you know that I am your willing servant.” Max hums dramatically. “If you wish to be childless and not go through the pain, we will have our friends and my vampiric offspring to surround ourselves with.”

“Not at all.” In fact, it warms you straight to the bone that he has even thought of a family with you. The fleeting thought is far more than you’ve allowed yourself, but now the fantasy seems to jump fully formed from his mind to your heart. “I think it’s very sweet.”

Mad smirks and takes a sip of his blood in the tea cup. “That’s me, my dear.” He teases. “Sweet.”

“You certainly seem to be.” Cookie offers with a polite smile. “May I ask how long you have been married?”

“Recent.” Max laughs, picking up your hand and kissing it. “Very recent. Yesterday as a matter of fact.”

“Truly?” Annie perks up at that, returning with her plate to the seat on your other side. “How romantic!”

“Yes, we were suddenly overcome with the need to marry.” Max sighs softly. “Her parents do not approve of me - I was reluctant to share my true nature with them and they found me odd.”

“So you eloped?” This seems to appeal to Annie even more, and she sighs dreamily at the sheer romance of it all. “What utter devotion.”

“I would not spend eternity without the other half of my soul.” Max nods and leans over to kiss your hand.

"Soulmates." It is your grandmother who sighs this time, and for the moment your extended family seems utterly besotted with the idea as you and Max share a sweet smile. "Well," Cookie's expression is wholeheartedly maternal. "You must stay with us as long as you need to settle yourselves and begin this next chapter of your lives. Mr. Brown may be able to help you find a new home, or lend you the ear of our architect if you choose to build."

“That is a very gracious offer.” Max didn’t expect much else, but it’s honestly a relief. He doesn’t know anything about this time and to be around his sire and your family will help him relax. He knows that they will help protect you. “We humbly accept with our thanks.”

"It is very kind of you." There was a lot more tension in your shoulders than you realized, and when they drop it's out of full relief rather than anything else. Since you have no idea how to get home, there is a remote possibility that you're going to have to buck up and make a life here in...whatever year it is.

“Think nothing of it.” Your grandfather assures you. “There is nothing like having family while you are starting out and you are now family.”

******

You find out quickly that the planning you have been doing for the Samhain Masquerade at home pales in comparison to the levels of planning that Cookie has been doing for her own. There is a small ball to be held in two days time -- something your grandmother refers to rather affectionately as a dinner dance but sounds to you to be an enormous undertaking, and then the full-blown Halloween masquerade in a few weeks time. From the look of the menus she is sifting through in the green salon and the sound of the dresses that are being made as well as the decor and band being hired? It's very clear that you have been planning a dinner dance for Samhain and not a full-blown ball. Maybe you ought to be taking notes, as you sit near your grandmother with a book and she bustles through her papers, but all you can do is watch in awe.

“Lobster bisque with a curried quail or roasted prawns and lamb with mint cream?” She asks, looking up as she decides between the two menus that appeal the most. “I don’t think that I care for the tomato custard with beef shank.”

“Prawns and lamb, I think?” Not ever having eaten quail before, you don’t feel safe recommending it over something else. “Or…that is what I would choose. Although, if you are fond of curry, it is delicious with lamb as well.”

“We will have to have a tasting menu, I believe.” She decides, finding your idea intriguing. “We will have both menus and your curried lamb. Do you have a recipe for Mrs. Taylor? Or just use a curry like with the quail?”

“I actually do have a recipe…” It might be a little too intense for Gilded Age palettes, or it might go over like gangbusters. There’s no way to tell. “I can write it out for you, if you like.”

“If you would not mind.” She asks with a smile, tilting her head imploringly.

"Of course not." The recipe had been your mother's, in fact, and now you can't help but wonder if this is how it made its way into your family in the first place. "It would be my pleasure."

“Delightful.” Cookie beams at you and offers a pen and paper. “We will have Mrs. Taylor make the menus for dinner tonight.”

"I hope very much that you will all like it." Writing with this pen is going to be a nightmare, but you valiantly dip the nib in the ink pot that she offers you and begin to write out the recipe as you remember it from cooking with your mother.

“I am sure that it will become a family favorite.” She predicts, watching you scribble. “You have such unique technique with the pen.” Cookie offers. “Do you often write letters?”

Unique technique. You almost snort at the way your grandmother politely calls out the fact that you can barely write with such a common instrument. "I did not have many people to write to," you tell her by way of neatly avoiding the question. It's not like you can explain texting.

“I see.” Her heart aches for you, finding you a wonderfully charming young woman. Reminding her so much of her own daughter that she feels very protective of you. “Well, if you and Max decide to settle elsewhere, I insist that we exchange letters.”

"I truly doubt that we will, but if it ever does happen, I hope to share many letters between us." That box of letters from her is at the forefront of your mind, and the smile on your face ends up slightly bittersweet before you remember that you're here. Here with her and with your mother.

Cookie interprets the slightly sad smile as a remembrance of your family. Perhaps you still mourn their lack of acceptance of your life. “Don’t worry, my dear.” She reaches out and pats your hand. “Family has a way of coming back to you.”

"More than anyone could possibly know." And that brings your smile back to a much brighter place instantly. "Perhaps my life with my husband will have many more surprises in store."

“Men, especially vampires, are always full of surprises.” Cookie trills and shakes her head fondly. “Even when he drives me to wail, there’s no one I would rather spend my life with than John.” She admits and reaches out to take your hand. “Max has explained that he can lengthen your life, correct? A mortal existence is just but a blink of an eye to a vampire.”

"It has not been the subject of a long conversation yet, but I do know of the possibility." You can't tell her that you know about it because of her, but it doesn't matter either way. The fact is that you'll eventually have to talk to Max about it. "But he cannot tell me if it hurts. Or if it has any other...effects."

“There is no pain involved.” Cookie assures you, happy to share the information she possesses with the wife of another vampire so close to her soulmate. “Truly, you only need to drink but a drop of his blood every day. Just a drop. I know that partaking of their…habits, sounds unsettling, but it is masked wonderfully by a cup of coffee.”

"Really?" It hadn't seemed like it should be that simple, and you tilt your head at her with a small laugh. "I expected it to be far more...dramatic. They are terribly dramatic men, after all."

“Lord, they are.” She joins in the laughter, her own bright and vivacious. “John has a flare for it and it seems he chooses others with that same inclination to change.” She huffs. “As far as effect….you will feel stronger, be stronger. I have such horrid eyesight but since I’ve been partaking in my soulmate’s blood, my eyes are perfect.”

"The strength that it lends them...we get some of it as well?" Truth be told, you hadn't considered that before. But it makes perfect sense now that you hear it out loud.

“Most of the favorable attributes we would share with them.” She explains. “However, we will never have their full strength.” She sighs. “But it does have one ill effect.”

"That seems only fair." A nod of your head asks her to go on, willing to hear whatever unsavory side effects this otherwise magical situation.

“You…” Cookie leans in, cupping her hands around her mouth as if she were telling a secret. “Have horrible smelling body functions.”

It's so unexpected that you sort of freeze, feeling like time has slowed to a surreal whirl, right before you burst out in the most unladylike laughter of your life. "Is that all?" You manage, gasping for some semblance of control between guffaws. "Why--we deal with that on a monthly basis anyway. That hardly seems to make a difference at all!"

“I suppose so.” She straightens and wrinkles her nose. “John sometimes cannot be around me, the smell is too much for his sensitive nose.”

"That seems almost useful," you joke, still laughing harder than you can control. "It gives some time alone, doesn't it?"

She stares at you for a moment and then gives a very un-ladylike snort. “I suppose you are correct, Dolly.” She muses, finding your way of thinking refreshingly bright.

"There is nothing wrong with a little solitude now and then." While you would never ask for it from Max, there are plenty of times when he's off doing other things and you fill your time on your own. That's just how life works.

“Individuals need to be free to pursue things that fulfill them.” She agrees. “My coven accepts John, but they also know he will not be there every time. Society does not know about his…nature.”

“You have been very lucky, I think.” With your grandmother’s hand still holding yours, it’s hard not to be overly emotional. There is something in your chest just aching to burst out but as long as you’re here you won’t be able to let it. Knowing even a small part of her story makes you feel oddly like the Grim Reaper in ways you dearly hate, but can’t ever show. “I hope the rest of the life you choose continues to be happy.”

“Even if it’s not, it will be my journey.” She hums softly, squeezing your hands gently. “Every journey, good and bad, teaches us. Helps us learn for the next life.”

“Maybe you’re right.” It’s such a bittersweet thing to hear from someone who has already begun their next life journey, but you offer her a smile and nod. “That is a soothing way to think of it.”

“Isn’t it?” She smiles softly. “The only problem is; I don’t know when John would meet up with me in the next life.” She admits. “Even though he is immortal, and very much older than I, we are joined in this life and every life we will have.”

“Then perhaps it is you who will find your way back to him?” You suggest, hoping it sounds as soothing to her ear as it feels to you. “And not the other way around? I know…whatever comes next…I will do everything I can to find my way back to Max.”

“Your paths have been destined to be intertwined.” Cookie sighs lovingly, her own eyes soft and dreamy. “Every person should find their soulmate and their happiness. Although the two are not mutually exclusive to one another.”

“I think that’s very important to remember.” And bittersweet, considering you know that it will be forgotten along the way. When your mother falls in love with a man who isn’t her soulmate. Well after that man is taken from her.

“Are you feeling peckish?” She asks after a moment. “I feel as if we should have some tea.”

“Tea is always welcome.” The morning seems to be that much longer when breakfast is served sharply at 7:30am, and with more than an hour left before luncheon, a cup of tea sounds perfect. Down the hall you can hear the soft sound of laughter and conversation from the library, and you can’t help but smile. Your mother’s laugh sounds so much more polite in this day and age. Which makes perfect sense, considering how young women were supposed to act. “Do you suppose Annie and her caller would join us? Or would that be imposing?”

“We can see.” She agrees with a small smirk on her face. “If she can drag herself away from Emmanuel long enough to take tea.”

It’s impossible not to stare when the name crosses your grandmother’s lips, realizing that the man your mother has been talking to in the library for more than a half hour (well over the societally-correct fifteen minutes) is her soulmate. The most you can manage is a weak “Oh?” Out of the need to make some sound.

“It seems as if he will be a regular caller.” She continues on, not noticing your reaction. “He is from a nice family and my husband is impressed with his business dealings.”

“So, it is a…a good match?” You remember Yayo speaking of it with fondness. Saying that your mother had loved her soulmate and that was why he had taken such drastic action. This seems like it is the very beginning of that attachment and your heart aches knowing what your mother has yet to go through.

“Very much so.” She nods. “My daughter is a very powerful witch and will take a strong man to stand by her side.”

“And a good one, I hope.” Never having met Emmanuel, you can’t say. But you’ve seen what strength looks like in good and bad men all your life. “Strength in a bad man can break even the strongest of women. Not help her.”

“You are right.” Cookie nods seriously. “It has happened before and it will happen again, I am sorry to say.”

“A tale as old as time, some would say.” Even if you hate yourself for the reference just a tiny bit, it’s too good to resist.

“Oftentimes the best of tales are older than time, just as some of the worst.” Cookie muses with a wry smile on her face. “I have seen time pass far more than most and I believe that to be true.”

“I will trust your word,” you tell her honestly. Your grandmother has seen far more of the world and far more of humanity than you have and you both know that even at face value. “My life has been sheltered until now, for better or for worse.”

“Then we will have to make sure that under the protective shield of your husband, you live the life you wish.” She promises.

“Then I suppose I ought to decide what it is that I wish for.” Whatever it is, it will have Max and it will have dancing. Anything else that life decides for you is still very much up in the air.

“Agreed.” She smirks slightly and her toe presses the button that is discreetly placed near the table leg by her chair. Allowing her to summon Mrs. Taylor.

Mere seconds later the vampire housekeeper arrives in the doorway of the drawing room with her hands folded and an expectant smile. “Ma’am?”

“Please ask Annie and her guest if they would join Dolly and myself for tea?” She asks, smiling at the housekeeper. “And we have a new recipe for you to try.”

“Of course, ma’am.” The recipe is a surprise, but Mrs. Taylor accepts the paper from Cookie with only a slight look of disbelief at the handwriting before she curtsies lightly and turns the corner toward the library.

“Shall we adjourn to the morning room?” She asks with a small smile. “Give the lovers a moment alone to discuss having to be around someone else?”

“It’s always a rude awakening. To have to remember that there are other people in the world when you are in your own little bubble.” That expression probably doesn’t exist here, but it’s probably self-explanatory. Hopefully.

“You have the most charming colloquialisms I have ever heard.” Cookie hums in delight. “It has been so refreshing having you here. I feel as if we will be lifelong friends.”

The best you can do is sigh your relief that she doesn’t call you out on being odd, and instead embraces it. So you smile warmly. “And perhaps those lives will be much longer than other friends could ever hope for.”

“The advantage of being with a vampire.” She laughs. “One of many, although I’m sure you are finding out the others when you retire to your rooms at night.”

“Oh, um…” You really have to wonder how odd it is that you claim to be married to Max but haven’t breached that particular nighttime activity yet. Thank the gods your abuela can’t feel the heat rolling off you as it rises in your cheeks. “I—of course…”

“Do not worry, we are not as uptight as some families might be about that sort of thing.” She assures you, standing up and offering you her arm. “If you wish to talk to another woman about those things, you just come to me anytime.” She is assured that your mother never spoke to you about a wife’s relations with her husband behind closed doors, and she doesn’t wish for you to be ignorant.

“That is most generous of you.” And it is, really, except she can’t possibly understand how awkward it is to have that offer made by your grandmother.

She can sense you won’t but she just pats your hand. “Well, we will talk about something else, shall we?”

Like a merciful saving grace, your mother appears in the doorway a moment later followed by a tall man with masses of wavy, dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes. It’s pretty clear your mother’s physical type is tall and strong, though. If the similarities between Emmanuel and your father are anything to go by. “You sent for us, Mother?”

Your grandmother tuts playfully. “You act as if you have been summoned to a hearing, rather than tea.” She teases. “I was hoping you and Emmanuel would join Dolly and I for tea?”

“Of course.” Even though she says it with all manner and politeness, you recognize the tone from your mother as placating and bite back a smile. She called it her ‘PTA voice’ for when she had to deal with the other moms at your schools when you were growing up. Apparently it had existed long before her involvement in any PTA. “Mr. Aubert was just saying how lovely today would be for a walk,” Annie tells the room as if it was some momentous declaration. “Perhaps you could spare me this afternoon, Mother? To accompany him?”

“I think an afternoon walk after tea would be a very delightful undertaking.” She grins because she knows that her daughter would like to be alone with her beau. “Perhaps Dolly and I will join you.” She has no intention of joining, simply meddling to meddle.

“Oh!” Annie’s head whips back to look at Emmanuel and reminds herself to smile before looking back at her mother. “Of course. If you would like to join us, you are both very welcome.” It’s clear that wasn’t her hope, but she isn’t going to say no. Saying no might have her chance at a walk revoked altogether.

“Although….” She tilts her head towards you. “Dolly and I still have so much to plan for the ball. Since she has volunteered her help.” She reconsiders. “It would be best if we stayed and continued to work, wouldn’t it?”

“There is considerable planning to do.” You manage to pick up on it almost right away, the way abuela Cookie is messing with her daughter, and you even manage not to crack a smile or laugh. “Perhaps it would be best. Will you be terribly disappointed if we are forced to stay behind?”

If your mother could look any happier, she would be crying tears of joy. Bobbling her head quickly, she’s not even looking over at Emmanuel. “That seems like a proper plan, I would hate for our outing to put you behind. Perhaps another time?”

“Yes. Another time.” Cookie’s face shows no trace of teasing or amusement until her daughter looks away and shoots you a sly smile. “What a pity. But I am sure you are more than capable of being a charming companion for Mr. Aubert.”

“So, tea?” Your mother looks around for the tea set eagerly. As if beginning it will get it over with quickly. She is eager to be alone with Emmanuel.

“Yes, miss.” The footman that appears with the tray and sets it on the low table in the center of the room. “Thank you, Franklin. We can manage for ourselves.” Cookie smiles when she dismisses the footman, but it is definitely a dismissal.

“Emmanuel, allow me to fix you a cup of tea.” Annie flirts, smiling winsomely at her caller and moving over to the tea quickly.

“Mr. Emmanuel Aubert, may I present Mrs. Dolly Phillips. Her husband is family to Mr. Brown and they will be staying with us for the foreseeable future.” Ever the gracious hostess, your grandmother makes you sound as grand and important in her introduction as royalty and you nod politely as you have now seen several women in this time period do. Shaking hands seems to be considered something quite intimate so you refrain from offering the gesture like you normally would. Seeing your mother act exactly like a teenager with a crush is sort of sweet, but you don’t comment on it at all for now. Hopefully having the other guest in the room get a bit talkative will take some of the focus off of you. “How long are you in Newport for, Mr. Aubert?”

“Business brought me to Newport for the next three months.” He explains, looking towards Annie again with a smile. “But I think I will be staying longer for personal reasons.”

"That's wonderful to hear." And more than a little heartbreaking, considering Yayo told you what happens to them. But right now your mother is happy. And being able to sit next to her again? See her smile like that? It's everything.

“Quite.” Emmanuel’s gaze at Annie is nothing short of adoring and he’s already sent for the heirloom ring that his grandmother had made him promise would rest on his spouse's finger.

“And…what sort of business are you in? If you don’t mind me asking.” So much curiosity overwhelms you at this other possible direction your mother’s life could have taken. It’s a little maddening but fascinating at the same time.

“Railroads.” Emmanuel answers simply. “My family builds railroad cars. My grandfather is George Pullman.”

“Really?” That’s probably too enthusiastic a reaction to be considered ladylike, but you weren’t expecting such a fascinating answer. “I—that is—how remarkable!”

“Then you have heard of our sleeper cars?” He asks with a proud smile. “Have you traveled in one?”

“I have not been so lucky yet.” Pullman cars being a thing of the past — now that you’re in the past maybe you’ll have a chance. “But I saw a photograph of one printed in a newspaper once.” In the archives at Vanderbilt, there had been loads of old newspapers on microfiche. It had been something of a hobby to go through them for little tidbits, and you ended up finding some fun things there.

“Then we will have to rectify that.” He smiles at you with the excitement of a man being able to show off a favorite toy. “My personal car is at the rail station. Perhaps we can take a small trip to showcase the luxurious ride available?” He clears his throat. “Your husband is welcome to join us, of course. As well as you and your husband, Mrs. Brown.” He adds politely.

“Alas, I think perhaps Mr. Brown and I will be too busy to join you.” Cookie smiles a very knowing — scheming — little grin. “But perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Phillips would be entertained by a train journey? There is time yet before the masquerade, if you choose to go sooner rather than later. A few days away does young people a world of good, without interfering with any of your responsibilities.”

“Would I be able to go?” Annie’s eyes are wide and pleading, wanting to spend as much time as possible with Emmanuel.

The knowing smile on your grandmother’s face is everything, and she nods once in polite agreement to her daughter’s plea. “I think it would be lovely for you and Dolly to make friends,” she hums, pleased with the idea. “As long as your father agrees, you may depart on Sunday as long as you return again before the Astor’s ball next Friday.”

“Mama, thank you!” Rushing forward, she kisses her mother’s cheek happily and nearly buzzes with excitement.

“Mind you behave yourself.” Cookie accepts her daughter’s love with glee, though, before going back to demurely sipping her tea. “Mrs. Phillips shall be my spy while you are away.”

“There will be nothing to report.” Annie promises, nearly giddy and she rushes around to hug you as well. “We will become the best of friends during our tour.”

“Wherever you would like to go.” Hugging your mother again — despite the corsets, despite her not knowing you yet, despite every obstacle — nearly has you in tears and you have to blink them away as fast as lightning so no one notices. “Whatever you would like, Annie.” It doesn’t even matter that using her first name is a foreign concept to bend your mind around. You’re getting to hug your mother again.

She beams and nods, happy that you are willing to be a chaperone so she can spend more time with Emmanuel. “Perhaps tomorrow morning, we can walk through the gardens together?” She asks softly.

“That sounds wonderful.” So wonderful you could damn near cry, but you’ll save that for the privacy of your own room tonight, where you know Max will understand.

“Then we have a date.” She had picked up on some of Max’s unusual phrases at breakfast, liking them immensely. Nodding and letting go of you, she rushes back over to her caller’s side.

“Wisely and slow.” Cookie says, in a moment that would seem rather enigmatic if it didn’t immediately trigger a core memory somewhere in your mind that you hadn’t even given a flicker of recognition to in years. “They stumble that run fast.” Both you and Annie finish the line of Shakespeare in unison, exchanging a look of surprise immediately afterward.

Annie is the first to break, giggling and humming playfully. “Did your mother dole out wisdom from Shakespeare as well?”

“Rather constantly.” And now you know exactly where she got it from. “And took me to the plays, as well.”

“How utterly delightful.” Annie nods. “Mother always makes sure Father secures tickets. Experiencing Shakespeare is a requirement of being a cultured lady.”

“My mother thought so as well.” And how you wish you could just dive across the room and hug her and just never let go. Or just say anything. But you promised Yayo it would be a secret.

“Well, I am glad that you are also well versed.” Your grandmother beams at the two of you. “This is like having two daughters, if only for a while.”

“I’m very glad you think so.” For you, the dream of seeing your family again is very real. It only makes sense that they recognize those traits in you, as well.

She smiles softly and nods, aware that your own parting from your family must be bittersweet for you. “Well, I think that we are going to have a marvelous masquerade this year, don’t you?” She asks you.

“It sounds like it will be wonderful.” If you ever get back to your own time to plan another, the second Samhain Masquerade you plan is going to be a hell of a lot fancier, you know that for damn sure.

“Mother enjoys planning events.” Annie offers with a proud little smirk on her face. “No one would dare turn down an invitation, not even the Astors.”

“I know I can speak for my husband when I say we are both honored to be included.” The morning for Max has been time alone with his sire, and you know that this afternoon when you have to venture into town to get fitted for clothes he’ll be talking your ear off about everything that’s been said.

“You will not regret it. The salmon pâté is probably my most favorite bite of all the buffet.” The other woman practically moans at the prospect.

“Then I dearly look forward to it.” It seems like Mrs. Taylor has always been both cook and housekeeper here and you know her cooking is impeccable. She’s made things for you that you had never imagined trying before and they’ve always been wonderful. “You’re very fortunate to have such a talented chef.”

“Mrs. Taylor has a passion for cuisine that I have never seen before.” Cookie answered honestly. “If she were born a man, she would have been accepted to the top culinary schools.”

“Perhaps she should start a school for women cooks. Share her talent with any who wish to learn and let the pool of talented women become talented, trained women.” Just because you know for a fact that it does not happen between this time and yours, doesn’t mean it never could. And it doesn’t mean it shouldn’t either. Mrs. Taylor would be a wonderful teacher.

“That would be something she would adore.” Mrs. Brown admits. “She cannot have children of her own, so the people she cares for become her children in a way. I know students would be no different.”

“Perhaps one day.” Annie chirps with a smile. She knows that something drastic would have to happen to separate her mother from their housekeeper.

“Perhaps.” Your grandmother hums softly with a smile on her face. “For now, we get to sample her delightful creativity. Why Mrs. Phillips had brought her a new recipe to try.”

“It is nothing. Really.” A bit of bashfulness has you not wanting to have your offering pried into. It all happened by accident anyway.

“Nonsense. Mrs. Taylor was floating around the kitchen with glee.” Even if she hadn’t seen the other woman, she knows how she reacts to new challenges.

“Then I hope the dish turns out to be a popular one. So she may enjoy her triumph.” You offer, and just let the facts settle over you privately and silently, that the reality of time travel is very weird.

“We will find out tonight.” She reminds you with a smile before she takes a bite of her finger sandwich.

******

"I guess they aren't up yet." Allison shrugs her giant cardigan a little closer around her body, overcorrecting for the lack of body heat from Eddie even though her vampire boyfriend is wrapped around her like an ivy vine as they slowly descend the stairs to the dining room for breakfast. There's no sign of you or Max being up or around the house, so the logical conclusion is that you've chosen to sleep in and Max is by your side. "More breakfast for us, then," she looks up at Eddie with a smile. "Or just me? Are you eating with me this morning?"

Eddie smiles down at her, amazed that she is here, that she’s in his arms. He hadn’t even heard Max’s car come home, so apparently he had been completely preoccupied. “I’ll eat with you.” He promises. “I love eating with you.”

"There's an entendre there somewhere," she hums, grinning when he leans down to kiss her halfway down the stairs.

“Didn’t think you’d want Mrs. Taylor to hear what else I love eating.” He teases her softly, grinning against her lips.

“Menace.” She’s giggling though, and pinching Eddie’s side before she starts down the second half of the stairwell. “You’re an absolute menace, Edward Cowper.”

“That’s me.” He never thought he would be classified as a menace, that was thoroughly Max’s area of expertise but Allison brings it out of him. “A menace.”

“Something smells like paradise.” The scent wafting up from the kitchen is rich and fruity and cinnamony at the same time, and Allison groans happily. “I’m getting spoiled being in this house all the time. With the Menace and the best cooking in the whole world.”

“That is nice to hear.” Mrs. Taylor bustles through the door, a distracted frown on her face as she looks at the pair. “Did Max and Dolly indicate that they would be lodging elsewhere last night?” Her question is abrupt, showing none of her usual tact.

“They didn’t come home?” Eddie’s frown matches Mrs. Taylor’s instantly. “I figured Dolly was just still asleep.”

“Max’s car is not in the garage and Renee said the bed was undisturbed.” She tells them, her jaw set in a very unhappy stance.

“They only went to Portsmouth.” The younger vampire’s frown deepens and he pulls out his phone to see if he’s missed a text but there’s nothing there. “There’s no reason they shouldn’t have come home.”

“That is what I am afraid of.” Mrs. Taylor frowns even more, her fangs descending in worry.

“If anything had happened to Dolly, Max would have brought her home instantly,” Allison reasons, though her arm around Eddie’s waist tightens with nerves.

Unless he couldn’t is the unspoken fear that passes between the two vampires in the room. Making the normally calm and collective Eddie ruffle slightly with a shudder.

“If you are wondering after his brother and his soulmate, they won’t be returning for some time.” From the darkened doorway, his voice is quiet but firm

Allison’s eyes widen at the sound of the new voice, unaware that anyone else is there and her head swings around to peer at the voice. “Why?”

“They are traveling.” Is the enigmatic answer, as the master of the house enters the room with one long, sure step.

“Where would they have gone?” Eddie asks, but a look of understanding immediately passes over Mrs. Taylor’s face. “I see.”

“Not far.” His sire assures him, seemingly nonplussed by the concern on Eddie’s face. “But I am afraid it will be some weeks before they return.” His eyes slide over to Mrs. Taylor, who nods. “Allison,” he addresses her without shifting his gaze. “You will take up Dolly’s place in finalizing plans for the ball with the coven. Mrs. Taylor will tend to things in the house. She knows what to do.”

“I- me?” She asks, slightly alarmed by the presence of Cookie’s soulmate. She has not seen the vampire since her funeral.

“Yes, my dear.” He regards her with the warmest expression he’s capable of this morning, knowing what has befallen you last night in those woods. “Cookie taught you how, and I know you have been helping Dolly. You will manage it well and have Mrs. Taylor to keep you moving forward.” His cool hand touches her arm and he nods as if to say it will all be well. “My soulmate regarded you as something of a second granddaughter, you know. I know you will make her proud.”

“I- I don’t know what to say.” Allison says, teary eyed at the beautiful words. “I will make sure that everything is perfect for Dolly and Max’s return.”

“Second granddaughter?” Eddie frowns, not quite understanding and looking to his sire curiously. “I didn’t know Cookie had a first granddaughter.”

The elder vampire smiles enigmatically. “The cat is out of the bag.” He hums and shrugs slightly. “Dolly is our granddaughter.” He reveals as simply as if he was stating the weather outside and not some surprising news.

“I knew something didn’t make sense!” Allison nearly leaps out of her seat but anchors herself by grabbing Eddie’s hand in her eager surprise. “Cookie would never have left this house to some far-flung, unknown relative!”

“You are correct.” The smirk on his face is both slightly sad and proud. “In order to break the spell, my darling Cookie decided to give up her immortal time to allow Dolly to know all of you and myself.” He pauses. “Once she is settled, I will end my existence and find her in my next life.”

The shock of that announcement sucks the air out of the room instantly, leaving even the undead breathless as Eddie’s jaw hangs wide open and Mrs. Taylor grasps the nearest piece of furniture in an uncharacteristic moment of uneasiness. She doesn’t question him, knowing how devoted he had been to his soulmate for hundreds of years, but she clasps her hand over her heart as though it were breaking. “You…” Eddie swallows air he has no need for, the harsh sound echoing in his chest. “You have an entire family here,” he protests, knowing it sounds weak — and maybe it is weak. But there are only so much family he will ever be able to have in his afterlife, and they are all because of his sire.

“I do.” His decision was not made lightly, and Cookie had protested against it, as much as he had protested her decision. “And every one of you is special to me, but she is the other half of my soul.” He reminds Eddie. “The Devil made me walk this earth for over a thousand years before my soulmate was ever born. I cannot walk another thousand without her.” He refuses to, is the real answer, but he is more dramatic than that. “I know that my chosen successor will fill my role fantastically and keep our family together.”

“Then you have already chosen.” Mrs. Taylor nods in understanding and recognition, as solemn as it is.

“All will be revealed when it is time.” He intones seriously. “It will be a joyous occasion amongst my vampiric offspring.”

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[seahagart]

Gilmore girls meets cottage core meets island living

My friend and I came up with these oc’s, they all live on a little island, and are slice of life type slow fishing town vibe. I made the severe looking lady, and the guy in the knit sweater.

Henriette ‘Hattie’ Boucher (grumpy woman with apron) - village baker, runs her shop with an iron fist (along with the rest of the town) she keeps people in line and her shop ends up being a meeting place for all sorts (she trades lunches for shares of whatever the fishermen catch that day)

Aonghas MacTàmhais (red head man in sweater) - Farmer turned fisherman. He recently moved to the island after receiving a job offer from his family ‘friend’ Dominic, who had scared off the lady willing person to work with him. Aonghas wanted a fresh start, and was immediately taken with the grumpy baker

Dominic (Dark haired man, friends oc) - Fisherman and town heart throb. He’s in an on again off again relationship with a girl on the mainland, but it’s not going well. The rest of the girls in town want him, and he wants nothing to do with anyone. He lives with Aonghas in his old shabby house, the grumpy cat to his sunshine red head friend

Imogen (Blonde girl, friends oc) - village seamstress. She makes and repairs clothing under the guise of the head seamstress, but in reality Imogen does all the work. She lives with Hattie in a cottage up the hill from the village. Helps keep Hattie’s temper down, and gets to taste test new food. She has been in love with Dominic for a long time now.

Dominic and Hattie get along as the two grumps. Imogen and Aonghas get along as the two sweethearts. They are the few people close in age, so they spend most of their free time together whether they like it or not

Aonghas has been asking Hattie to marry him but she has declined so far

Imogen has a magic frog that’s as big as a cat that reads fortunes and tells the weather.

#slice of life #cottagecore #character design #oc #my oc art #my art #personal art #digital art #illustration #seahagart #romance oc

[punsmaster69]

15/MAR/20XX

it's silent in the house.

sliding my slippers lightly along the floorboards to avoid breaking the silence, i peek into the living room.

on the couch is toriel, who seems to be deep in memory of something. judging by that look, it isn't a great memory.

𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬.

she snaps out of it when she hears my knuckles tap against the doorframe exactly twice; the perfect amount for a good opener. it's a pattern very familiar to the both of us.

"...Who's there?"

"figs."

"Figs who?"

"𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘴 your phone - been missin' you all morning."

"Have you been trying to reach me? I do apologize. I am..."

her smile flickers as she lightly sighs.

"Perhaps a bit out of it."

"i feel you. get days like this too."

"everyone does, to some extent."

"Please, come in. Assuming you are not busy, that is."

"hm. lemme see."

i unfolded a small notebook -

yeah, another book. not this one. i'm not gonna jot all my joke ideas in this journal, obviously. that'd like be giving it all away for free.

-and clicked a pen (yes, this one) with a focused look on my face.

"well, i've got a lot of nothing scheduled for eleven, a sizeable amount of zilch at one, followed by an hour of lollygagging..."

"What a full day!"

"...buuuut. i guess i can reschedule, just for you."

"Do you think you could squeeze in a bit of chitchatting over pie?"

"and ruin my strict schedule even further?"

"Mhm."

"i'd love to."

——

when i told tori about the no-alcohol thing, she seemed surprisingly unphased at it.

"not shocked, huh? someone tell you already?"

"This is the first I am hearing of it."

"i knew there wasn't one in the main gc, but wow. they didn't make an announcement in any group chats that're 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘴 me either?"

"color me surprised."

"What color?"

"blue, 'cuz that really 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 me away."

i can't help it if my grin cracks a little wider when she laughs.

"Why 𝗮𝗿𝗲 you so shocked, though?"

"usually updates on my health stuff end up messaged around within minutes."

"how come 𝘺𝘰𝘶 aren't more surprised about it?"

"Out of all the times over the years I have seen you drunk - and subsequently, hungover - the recent have seemed to affect you much more negatively."

"saw it coming?"

"I suppose so."

toriel removed her phone from her pocket to check for any messages.

"..Ah. I suppose I haven't checked properly in a moment."

"It seems they did try to inform me, after all."

"device slipped your mind? or, maybe your pocket?"

"..An awful lot of things have slipped my mind. It happens sometimes when even I, myself, begin to fall down that slippery slope that is remembering the past."

"sounds like a slippery situation."

"Sorry for letting so much 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽 suddenly. This old lady needs to learn how to keep her s𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 shut a tad better."

"i mind if you 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽k𝗻𝗼𝘁 - your company's what i'm here for."

"..and free food, sometimes."

"I only worry that I may over𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽 some boundaries at times."

"nope. won't be having any 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽outs from me about it. share all you want."

"You seeing me like this was a bit of a 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽up to begin with."

"you've seen me at the worst of my 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽sloppiest. really, i don't mind this even a bit."

"Pffft. These 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨 are slipping in quality now."

"no way, this is 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽top of the line."

she snorts a bit.

"It is reaching nonsense levels."

"you're smiling."

"That I am."

"Perhaps this is just what I needed."

"didn't get a lotta emotional baggage unpacked, but i'm fine to leave everything in the suitcases for a while if you wanna."

"This is a much better mood than that would be, anyway."

"....."

"well."

"i'm glad that pun nightmare is 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽over."

she's barely able to say

"Sans!"

through laughter.

i really

#undertale #journal #sans #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I was thinking in the next part of teenagers after the reader tells Miguel that she got hold of her superspeed and Miguel and hobie help her travel through time?

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟐𝟎

Miguel O’Hara and Hobie Brown working together, who would’ve thought?

“Okay, so I don’t know exactly how people do this shit, but I guess we’re gonna figure it out?” Miguel said.

“I guess so. How does one travel in time? Maybe I should like search it up or something.”

“I dunno, from every movie I’ve seen all they gotta do is focus.” Hobie shrugged, leaning back on the concrete wall of the alley.

“This would be so much easier if I knew someone who could travel through time or something.”

“I would say Dr. weird guy but… don’t know where he’s at, and he seems annoying, so no.”

“But there’s gotta be like… multiple variations of him, no?”

“It’s possible.. I guess. But I would know where to find them.”

“Lyla, search the database for a dr. Strange on our world.” You said, and she quickly appeared next to Miguel.

Miguel rolled his eyes. “I coulda thought of that.”

“Got it. Strange 2099, she’s currently housed in-“

—————————————————————-

That’s how you guys were now in Jeannie’s house, Miguel ranting on about how he knew she existed but didn’t wanna come here.

“O’Hara.” A voice said from the stairs, he winced and sighed heavily.

“Jeannie.”

“See you’ve brought some people.”

“Damn.” You said out loud.

“What?” Miguel said, annoyed already.

“You’re very.. tall.” She was probably about 6 feet.

She chuckled and floated down, and looked at Hobie who was just eating.

Then you and Miguel and looked him, he looked up and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What?” He said, mouthful of food.

“Hobart Brown, close your mouth when you eat.”

“Sorry.” He said, and waved for them to continue what they were talking about.

“Anyways, you. I see that you hold great power, beyond the ones you already know.” She came up to you, and grabbed your jaw.

“But your being held back. Another strong magic is blocking you from doing such things. And that’s why you came to me.”

You nodded, jaw still in her hands. Hobie looked in confusion and watched carefully, he didn’t have a very good feeling about this lady.

She let go of your jaw, and stepped back a bit.

“You got your speed powers back, but that is it.”

You nodded again. “Yes ma’am. I was hoping that you could help me.. you know?”

"I can..”

“Really?”

“Sure. It’s not a big deal. And you possess a great potential.”

You smiled at her and then Hobie just nodded along.

“Right, well, uh, this ain’t gonna be like an ‘I own you now’ type thing, no? Cause I’ve had my fair share of those and-“

Miguel gave him a glare for him to shut up.

“Jus’ saying it only worked out for ariel in the end, but that’s cause she’s a mermaid, and she’s fictional-“

“You’re nervous. Why?” She asked.

You turned to him now and he sighed.

“Cause, I jus’ don’t want anything bad to happen.”

“I can protect myself, Hobie.”

“I trust you. I know. It’s you I don’t trust.” He looked at Jeannie.

“Promise, nothing’ll happen to her as long as she’s under my wing.”

“Swear?” Miguel said now.

“Swear. It’s cute how your both so concerned though.” She laughed, and looked back at you.

“Whatever. Thanks Jeannie, we’ll see you.. when?” Miguel asked, and put his hand on your back when you turned around.

“Tomorrow night.”

Miguel nodded. You waved bye to her with a smile and Hobie just followed behind you both.

“So, we going home?” You asked.

“Yeah. Come on.” Miguel mumbled, and looked at you both in the back of the seats.

He hoped nothing would change, but he understood what you wanted to do, and respected it.

When he got to the apartment, you all got out and went inside.

“Movie night?” You said, you and Hobie sitting on the couch. You held up the remote. Miguel was cleaning up in the kitchen.

He looked back, and he dried his hands.

“Sure." He mumbled, and smiled slightly as you laughed loudly when Hobie started to tickle you, throwing the popcorn bowl above your head.

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OUUGHHUIIIUIOO DIMPOLE

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[ID: An in-character interview with Dimple from Mob Psycho 100 on 4chan. It reads:

>Interview with Dimple

>Q1. What kind of person were you when you were alive?

A. I forgot... But since its me, I'm sure it was a hella sexy dude.

>Q2. It seems you can communicate with Reigen when you're possessing him. How is that different from others?

A. Who knows. It's probably because we have a shared purpose. Even when you're both sitting in a car, only one of you can use the steering wheel, right? So unless two people agree exactly on which direction they're going, the car's not going to move in the right direction with two people behind the steering wheel. Ordinary people aren't usually conscious when I'm possessing them. It's different for espers, though. Especially strong ones, who can't even possess.

>Q3. What do you feel like?

A. Wet, smooth, slippery. A bit cold, but that can be adjusted. But it's not like ordinary people can touch me to begin with.

>Q4. Why did you stay in the world after giving up on becoming a god?

A. I'm not sure either... Spirits are born from a purpose, like resentment or obsession. Only with strong desire can the spirit body be maintained. But maybe it's like what Mob said. People are just people. You don't have to exist for a reason, and it doesn't matter if you care about it or not. Why does that kid occasionally say something profound when he's dealing with something besides himself?

>Q5. Is there anyone you particularly enjoyed possessing? Anyone you want to try?

A. That old lady or whatever guarding Claw. People who have very little spiritual resistance will do whatever you want, so that feels nice. Being the cult leader of LOL was especially fun! One person that surprised me was the leader of the Body Improvement Club. It was like manipulating a giant robot! Someone I'd want to try... probably Hanazawa. If you give him to me, I'm sure I can take him from being the school idol to the least popular guy in school in a day.

>Q6. What do you do when Mob's at school?

A. I've been going to Spirits and Such more often because interesting things occasionally happen there. Besides that, sometimes I take a walk, watch TV, or I check out your house. (evil laughter) I'm kidding, of course.

A. He's always trying to play pranks and thinks he's got Mob fooled, which is pretty funny to watch. Or at least that's what I thought, but it turns out Mob is really just that gullible. Reigen's like that guy who keeps building shaky towers out of building blocks, and it should come as no surprise when they collapse. He's always using some weird and question means of maintaining it all, and sometimes I just want to poke him a little bit and make him fall. ...I have to repress that desire.

>Q8. If you could become a human and become Mob's friend, what would you do?

A. Become a human... Make friends... Travel, eat food, play sports. Anything would be good, but I'd just like to pass the time as usual. That's enough to make good memories. ...or actually, I think I'd like to do sumo! Even if I can't beat him in powers, I want to use my bodily strength and muscles to toss Mob around. Let him see how that feels like.

>Q9. What was your first impression of Mob? How about now?

A. I thought he was just a kid so I underestimated him. But instead he was scary as fuck. I pissed my pants, okay? I don't think I understand him as much now since he's grown up a lot. I wonder how he'll end up.

>Q10. How can someone see you? A. You need to think that seeing me is something completely natural. Once you can fool your brain, your perspective changes. This is something that you can train, but maybe something completely unexpected will happen. So it's dangerous and not recommended. The easy way is to just let me possess you. The important thing is just to break the common sense that forms your vision.

Q11. Can you eat ordinary food? Please tell me your favorite food!

A. I can still eat and drink, and I'll absorb the energy in the food. My favorite food? Beans and peanuts. That's cute? Yeah, that's right. Also alcohol. Beer has the best alcohol fragrance. You say I sound like your dad? Hmph, shut up.

>Q12. What's the first thing you remember?

A. The memory of my life is entirely gone... I can't remember at all. I feel like it should be like it is now. I stare at the sky a lot. There's some old memories from right after I became a spirit, probably in a cemetery. But I don't know if I have a tomb somewhere. It's all like a prior life to me, anyways. One day, will I forget about what's happening now, too...? Ugh, that sounds like something an ordinary living person would be worried about. Forget about it. End ID]

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You watched as your mother embraced Alicent. She seemed rather happy to see her. Happier than she usually was when your father insisted on visiting Otto, she wasn’t overly fond of King’s Landing. 

Otto had been a mentor to your father and a friend to your grandfather. It wasn’t unusual to be invited to King’s Landing. Your father had broken off to speak with Otto quickly and they both seemed in high spirits too. 

“Does it feel like everyone is a little too happy?” Aemond muttered as he approached you from behind. You turned to face him and took a few steps back. He had a smug look on his face as if he had information that he wasn’t planning on sharing.

“You know something.” You snapped and glanced around the room again before looking back to find Aemond with a satisfied smile.

“Do I? I believe it was you, the last time your family visited us, that said I was an idiotic princeling who knew nothing of the world outside the castle and would not be able to survive without my mother… If that were true how could I know anything.” Aemond’s smile twisted deeply and you realised that he was not going to tell you what he knew unless you took back what you said.

“Well someone needed to tell you the truth. I imagine you will want to avoid embarrassment when you are let out into the world and end up at my home, being spoiled by my father. Lest one of his dear mentor's grandsons see a day of worldly adventure.” You grumbled. Aemond chuckled and leaned in closer as the doors to the room opened again.

“I may well visit your father's home if I decide to travel. But I think you’ll find that it would not be your home any longer.” He pretended to look as startled as you when you looked away from the door, having tried to see who else was joining you all for lunch, to the prince who chuckled again. “I imagine by then you shall have been shipped off to them.” 

You turned and recognised a Lannister sigil. Three of the cousins. Or nephews. There were always so many of them you could never recall their names. You and Helena liked to sit alone in a corner at gatherings and make up names for them and use silly voices to make them say silly things as you whispered to each other in a hush.

“Why would I go anywhere with any of them?” You asked.

“My Lady! Did no one tell you that this is a dinner to celebrate the joining of two houses? You are to begin courting in hopes of a marriage match.” Aemond’s tone was playfully cruel as he let out a laugh and stepped away from you. He joined his siblings, who had been gathered next to Alicent, to greet the Lannisters. It left you entirely alone and you didn’t like the way the two older sons looked at you as if they were starving dogs.

You were sat between two of them during the dinner. Helena sat at one end of the table with her grandfather and your father while Alicent sat at the other with your mother and the mother of the three Lannister brothers. Aemond and Aegon sat opposite you. While Aegon seemed to get on with the boys, who made pigs of themselves as they tore into their food, Aemond was taking delight in taunting you.

“So. How many sons would you like, my Lord?” Aemond had asked. One of the men turned to you and looked you up and down. You gave him a rather incredulous look that you hoped was withering and cold.

“A lot.” He grunted out before tearing into another piece of meat. 

“A lot… do you think you would be up for that dear (Y/N)?” Aemond was clearly taunting you and received a glare from Alicent. He tried to give her an innocent look as he could manage but you kicked his shin under the table which made him flinch. It felt rather satisfying. 

The younger of the three stayed politely quiet and listened to your father, Otto and, as it turned out, his uncle. Apparently, their father had passed away a few years before. When lunch was finished everyone moved out to the grounds to walk around. Aemond was distracted by something Helena was saying to him. It gave you a chance to try and slip away as he had been the only one keeping a close enough eye on you to notice that you’d turned a corner ahead of everyone else.

You rushed off at your first chance only to collide with the quiet Lannister.

“My lady! I am sorry.” He gasped.

“It is no trouble. My fault really.” You said and laughed a little. An awkward quiet passed over the two of you until you hesitantly began to talk. Once he opened up he was quite enjoyable company. He was interested in the Red Keep and how it was built. You’d lived there when you were younger, your father had worked for Otto for a while. So you were able to answer a few of his questions. Things had been going well until you heard a tutting noise.

“Sneaking off together. What will people think?” Aemond. He was grinning at you, barely acknowledging the poor Lannister man who was stumbling over himself to explain that nothing untoward was happening.

“Oh! Aemond, I am grateful that you are escorting them. (Y/N)! You know better than to wander off.” Your mother scolded as the rest of the group caught up. Aemond seemed to preen under the fuss your mother made of him. You noticed that somehow Aegon had managed to sneak off and decided you’d scold him for not taking you when you next saw him. Helena gave you an encouraging smile and hurried to link arms with yours as the group started to move again.

“What do you think?” Helena asked.

“Of the lions? The younger one is fine. We like similar things. If I have no choice but these three I suppose he shall do.” You said quietly. You should have realised that no matter how quietly you whispered to Helena, Aemond was always close enough to hear.

He continued to pester and bother you, so much so that Alicent pulled him aside and furious hushed words were exchanged ending with Alicent looking at you as if she was shocked. It was clear that your parents were hoping that if you liked one of the matches you would announce that you were officially courting over dinner that evening. Though it appeared that you had no choice but to pick one, you were grateful you had a choice as it was a rare luxury in Westeros.

Aemond found you again shortly before dinner. You wanted a quiet moment to yourself. Your father had agreed that he would insist on a year or two for you and whoever you picked to get to know each other. He had given your sister the same time and it was only fair. Taking a moment to yourself in the Godswood you had sat on one of the stone benches and closed your eyes to soak up the quiet.

“Cutting it close.” He said. He hadn’t startled you as you heard him approach. It seemed to bother him a little as if he’d hoped to make you jump.

“Cutting what close?” You asked.

“The rejection. Normally by now you have whipped everyone into a frenzy, and upset my Grandfather who has taken it upon himself to help his dear friend’s daughter find a good match. They are all hopeful it will stick this time. All talking about how much you must like this one.” Aemond’s tone was different. Taunting but with a touch of spite to it. As if he was trying to figure out what you had planned.

“Why do you think I would reject him?” You asked, standing as you felt irritation bubble up. He always knew exactly where to hit to get you snapping back and forth with him. Even when you were young. 

“You always do. You’re waiting for a better offer.” He said confidently enough to make you grit your teeth.

“Oh! Is that what I do?” You huffed out. He smiled and nodded.

“I know it is. Because you want my father to make a better offer. The one he’s saving.” Aemond circled you and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Helena and Aegon watching.

“What is that? To marry poor Helena and your pig of a brother like the old Targaryen’s used to?” You snapped. He chuckled and glanced down before looking up at you again.

“No. You're waiting for him to offer me up.” Aemond was so sure of himself that you would never be able to convince him that this was the very first time you’d even considered him. A long silence passed between you and Aemond as you stared each other down. He grinned while you boiled furiously.

“Did she just call me a pig?” Aegon said quietly.

“Hush! They’re going to fight again and it never ends well for Aemond. It upsets mother so…” Helena hissed back at him.

“You?” Was all you managed to get you. “You think I would want you?” For a moment you were pleased with how the word hung in the air. How you’d managed to have it dripping with resentment, disgust and fury. The arrogance he had to think that you would want him. He had always been so… so… mean. Tormenting you the way that Luke and Jace had done when they were staying at the Keep years ago but Aemond had never grown out of it. Taking the books the Maester said you could read under his watch just as you were finishing them, words met to jab and prod constantly, spooking your horse with his giant beast just so he could catch you and have Sir Cole scold you for not being careful enough.

“They’re just staring at each other.” Aegon said in the same hushed tone.

“(Y/N)? Perhaps we should go inside?” Helena asked as you glared at Aemond. 

“Yes. Let us go.” You snapped and let her take your hand. She hurried you through the corridors and into the hall where everyone was gathering.

“Ah! There they are!” Alicent said as she greeted you both. She leaned in closely and muttered to you. “You know if you insist on a Lannister, there are others more… tasteful that wish for the favour of the queen. Your mother is not happy with the pushing from those two.”  She looked over to your fathers in the corner and you smiled.

“Thank you, your grace. I shall keep your offer of rescuing in mind.” You muttered. Alicent nodded and smiled, squeezing Helena’s arm before moving on to greet her boys who came in behind the two of you. Aemond muttered something to her and you saw out of the corner of your eye that they both looked over at you.

“You know he really does like you.” Helena said quietly.

“He has a funny way of showing it.” You muttered back as the two of you sat in a corner together.

“You have both been at each other for so many years. I do not think he knows how to do anything else. You know the flowers in your rooms, your favourites, he had them put in when the wrong ones were added. And your favourite fruits on your balcony, he took out all the ones you do not like!” She smiled hopefully as if she were talking him up to you.

“So he knows my favourite fruits and flowers. That is all. What else is there?” You said as you began to get irritated by all the talk about Aemond and she sighed.

“Your favourite books, the path you like to take when you go riding, the one off the beaten path, he rode out there himself to make sure it was clear for you because you do not slow down and get whipped with the spring branches. He knows which of the Targaryen ships you like and had it prepared for you because he knows how you like to go out on it all day if it is warm. He went to find the bard that you like and when he found out he had died in a bar brawl he found two of the bard’s apprentices and made them perform until he was certain he knew which one you would prefer! If you ask for a bard, that’s who will come for you. Aemond will not let him perform for anyone else.” Helena paused and watched you carefully. 

“The bard passed? I did so enjoy his music.” You said and were surprised when Helena stood abruptly.

“Oh! (Y/N)! Ever stubborn!” Helena’s outburst was louder than she had meant it to be and drew the attention of everyone who had gathered in the room as you talked. She stalked over to her siblings and crossed her arms. For a moment you felt quite alone. A feeling that was smothered when you met Aemond’s gaze and pride spurred you on to join the group.

“Are we ready?” Your father asked everyone.

“Yes, father.” You answered. Helena groaned and Alicent, along with your mother looked quite surprised as if they had expected you to say no as you usually did. Even the Lannisters looked hopeful.

“Well… I… really? Well, that is good.” Your father smiled and for a moment you quite forgot that you were attempting to spite Aemond. Your father seemed quite relieved that he’d found a match for you. He spoke warmly to the Lannisters, the longer he did the more often Aemond would glance up at you from behind his sisters. Helena had her head clutched in her hands and even Aegon seemed surprised that you were going along with it. Normally by now you’d run off and he got to pretend he was watching over you while the two of you had a drink in Flea bottom until Cole was sent after you.

“Mother!” Aemond’s voice cut through the chatter around you. “Mother!” More insistent this time.

“My lords… May I?” Alicent asked. They gestured for her to go ahead and speak, she was queen after all. “I know that you have been requested to wait for two years, so that (Y/N) and your son may get to know each other. But perhaps instead of a betrothal, we should agree to an equal waiting period. (Y/N) you shall take no offence if, in these two years, this fine young lord should decide to set sail or find someone else?” 

“No, your grace.” You muttered and glanced at Aemond. He looked up, avoiding looking at you for the first time all day. Guilt was clear on his face but a twist of satisfaction as well as a hard stare that was fixed on the Lannister lord you’d picked. “It would be unfair of Lord Lannister to agree to this for me and not to be able to do the same himself.”

There was a quiet acceptance and more discussions went on. Aemond hurried out of the room while you glared at him. It did not go unnoticed when you stormed after him, a few minutes separating the two of you. Helena excused herself as well, knowing Aemond tended to wind you up until you lashed out at him. He seemed to enjoy making spit like a fire.

"I had a feeling you couldn't stay out of this." You barked out as you caught up with Aemond. The prince turned and looked at you.

“Why would I? You would make a choice like this just to upset me.” He said and sounded more frustrated than you’d ever heard him.

“Upset you! As if my life is a dance around yours! I think you shall find I spend very little time thinking of you.” You shouted. Helena had stopped and turned back towards the hall she’d left, gesturing for the guards to quickly shut the door in case anyone else heard the two of you.

“Liar! I know!” He loomed closer as he spoke, closing in on you but he was cut off with a sharp snapping slap across his cheek. It stunned him for a moment.

“Fuck you!” Storming away and leaving him there you wished you had thought of something cleverer. But you opted to leave him in surprise while hurrying through the corridors. When you weren't too far from your rooms you heard footsteps hurrying up behind you. In your fury, you assumed that it was Helena until a firm grip took hold of your arm and yanked you towards a small hallway. Your back was slammed against the wall as Aemond breathed heavily, licking his lips nervously as he tried to curb his anger.

“You cannot leave me be?” You said and tried to keep your sharp tone but he’d taken you by surprise and it faltered, allowing him to take the upper hand.

“Leave you be? You live in my mind. It is you that will not leave me.” His tone was different now and his fast breathing stayed as he leaned closer and closer, his arms now trapping you between him and the wall. You stared at each other, intimately close as if you’d startled yourselves. 

“Perhaps you spend too much time thinking of me.” You said quietly. Your body was beginning to feel hot and aching in a strange way that it never had when you’d gotten close to Aemond before.

“What else is there to think of but you?” He had calmed now. His voice was softer and gentle. As he spoke, the hand holding your arm let go and drifted towards your face as his thumb stroked over your lips. They parted as you let in a trembling breath and it seemed to crumble the last of his resolve. He crashed into you, arms winding around you to pull you up into him. His forehead pressed against your temple and you could hear that his breathing had picked up again as if it was a great effort to retrain himself. Your fingers dug into the leather covering his back while his hands twisted into the sot fabrics covering you, the only thing truly keeping you apart. You were certain that if you crushed yourself any closer to his body you would feel his heart pounding just as hard as yours.

One hand came up the back of your neck, gentle as his fingertip brushed up over the skin and moved your necklaces away from the base of your neck. You felt a warm brush of air as he moved to press a kiss to your heated skin, eyes fluttering shut as a second followed. The third kiss wasn’t soft like the others. It was a needy, messy affection made of hunger and fire that was consuming you both in the dark corridor.

“Aemond.” You said so softly that you hadn’t realised it had slipped out. Not until you felt him smile against your skin as your legs buckled.

He had won the game for today.

As your legs gave way he sank to his knees with you, lips still burning across your skin as he moved to mutter in your ear, lips brushing softly against your skin as he spoke, making you tingle. “Have your lion for today, my lady. He will not last long against a dragon.”

He pulled away from you, cementing his victory as he looked down at you, crumpled and melted to his will. Reaching out to stroke your face he smiles before leaning down and sweetly kissing you on the top of your head. He retreated, leaving you there in his wake. He had won. But if you whispered his name again with such tender need he would be nothing more than an obedient dog at the feet of his master. He wasn’t willing to throw down his arms just yet.

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JAM OUT - fourty! never letting you go

synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?

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warning: lord why am I attempting to write smut. ahah but yeah there is smut below here. p-proceed with caution because it sucks☝️ now let me put the smut warnings: protected sex (BECAUSE WRAP IT UP WHORES), oral (receiving), please tell me if there is anything else. this is also a little self-indulgent bc LORD HAVE MERCY I WANT THAT MAN

word count: 2.8K words (when the sexy time is longer than the actual fic)

NOTE: so the sexy time is placed under the red border. this is just to inform those who don’t want to read the sexy time and they can stop reading there.

you were extremely excited for this trip. it was a very much due since well school was stressing you out and you needed a breather. obviously the school holidays was 2 days later but it was always fun to be a rebel and skip school.

"so are you guys ready?" heeseung asks. he turns to see yeji and jake arguing over the back seat.

"just cause you're sad, doesn't mean you can get the seat, jake." yeji yells.

"I DESERVE PITY SINCE SUNGHOON DIDN'T REMEMBER OUR KISS!" jake yells.

heeseung sighs. he takes out the luggages that were on the back seat.

"ladies, why don't you sit in the very back. the luggages will be next to jake and layla."

"oh doesn't that mean (name) will sit at the front with you?" ryujin asks. you faced heeseung, he blushes.

"well if she doesn't want to sit with me, she can sit at jake's place and jake can take the front seat."

"i'm perfectly fine with sitting in front." you say.

"great, then it's settled."

finally, you were on the road to the cabin. heeseung blasts some music and everyone in the car starts singing along. it takes about an hour or two to arrive at the cabin. somewhere along the journey, you had stopped at the grocery shop to buy some groceries and some meat for barbecuing. once it was done, you were on the road again.

the whole time, heeseung kept one of his hands holding yours and the other on the wheel. he squeezes it every now and then since he knows you have motion sickness. you couldn't stand travelling by car for more than an hour so heeseung was just making sure.

heeseung finally parks in the small lot that they had for the cabin. both you and heeseung left the car first.

"are you okay?" heeseung asks. you nod.

"yeah, i'm okay. just a little migraine but it's not much."

"i'll cook something for you. i'm sure you're just hungry." right on time, your tummy started growling. both you and heeseung laughed.

"is that another cabin connected to this one?" jake asks. heeseung unlocks the door with the keys.

"yeah, i asked for 2 cabins since there might not be enough rooms. i guess my dad's secretary just got one that is connected to each other and shares the same barbecue area." heeseung explains.

ryujin, yeji and jake stared at each other.

"I'M GETTING THE MASTER BEDROOM FIRST!" they yelled before running with their luggages into the cabin. layla runs behind them following jake into the house.

you and heeseung just shook your heads.

everyone settles to choose a room of their own. heeseung chooses the room next to yours. you smiled when you looked out the balcony, heeseung comes in and wraps his arms around your waist. he places his chin on your shoulder.

"mmm, i wish i could've held you sooner." heeseung pouts.

"well, you were busy fucking around and breaking my heart." you say. heeseung huffs.

"i still have to make it up to you so to do so, i'll prepare you some food."

"ramyeon?" you asked. heeseung unhooks his arms from your waist.

"with spam." heeseung says whilst adding a wink before leaving to prepare the food. you chuckled. jake pops his head into your room.

"what did you two do?" jake smirks.

"nothing, jaeyun. we were just talking. he is just going to make me food too since i'm a little hungry right now."

"hungry for food or hungry for his dic-" you smacked jake's arm.

"food. he is making ramyeon."

"without me?" jake gasps, "what is this betrayal." jake stomps out of your room. you playfully rolled your eyes.

about 10 minutes later, you went to check up on heeseung. the doorbell rings and so you saw jake going up to see who it was. sunghoon appears seconds later with jay and sunoo. they rolled in their luggage and the two youngest ones. jay simply just needed to travel back later to pick them up.

"have you bought groceries?" jay asks. both you and heeseung pointed to bags on the counter before continuing slurping on ramyeon. jay inspects them. he takes note of what to buy later on.

"i'll go pick up the kids now. enjoy your time." jay says. both you and heeseung hummed.

"why does he look like an uncle." you asked heeseung.

"he purposely dressed like this because he wants to take photos to fool married women."

"are you being for real?"

"the first part is the truth, i'm kidding about the second part. that's just how jay dresses up during holidays. he's dressed like a dad because he starts acting like one during trips like this." heeseung explains.

"soooo you're saying jay dilf agenda is real?" heeseung cocks his brow.

"what's with you and jay being a dilf agenda. do you like jay or something?" you giggled.

"why are you jealous?" you teased.

"yes. i am jealous." heeseung says. you gasped.

"you admitted to it."

"because my woman is talking about another man in a inappropriate way."

"your woman? since when was i your woman, mr.lee." you sat closer to him. he smirks.

"since i first laid my eyes on you." heeseung flirtatiously says. the both of you fell into a trance, just staring at each other before leaning in and kissing.

it was a fast and messy kiss, heeseung's lips practically devouring yours. it had been a while since he had kissed you so you missed this feeling. you missed him, in more ways than one. his arms reach out to cup your left cheek (ON THE FACE NOT ASS, though heeseung was very much tempted but i won't say anything). he deepens the kiss even more.

you pulled away quickly since you heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. you moved back your stool and pretended nothing happened. heeseung chuckles, he steals a small peck on your cheeks before the person entered the kitchen.

it was sunghoon and jake, they chatted with you and heeseung for a while and they didn't suspect anything weird happened so you were happy about that.

it was about 4pm, everyone had settled in and unpacked their things. each doing their own respective things, whether it being together or alone. heeseung decided to step out and sit at the lake nearby. you had put on your swimsuit knowing heeseung would probably shove you in playfully. that's just how he was.

you tugged on your jacket, it was a little cool outside. heeseung dips his feet into the water, enjoying how warm it was compared to the cool air surrounding him. you sat beside him, dipping your foot into the water too.

"(name)?"

you hummed, "yeah?"

"i know we are remaining as friends for now but friends don't really makeout in the middle of the kitchen."

"that's true." you turned to look at heeseung.

"so what are we?" heeseung asks. you giggled.

"i don't know."

"oh come on (name)." heeseung pouts.

"we said we'd take it slow but we already crossed the line by making out like we did before when we were friends with benefits."

"mhm..."

"heeseung, do you get what i'm saying?"

"umm, that you want to start that kind of relationship again?" you smacked his arm.

"no!"

"i'm kidding." he laughs, "yang (name), will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes, lee heeseung." you say.

"what was that?" heeseung teases.

"YES, LEE HEESEUNG!! I'LL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!"

"great." he says before he shoves you into the lake. you gasp.

"GET IN HERE, YOU GIANT FUCK." you yelled. heeseung tries to run away while you splashed water on him. you spot jungwon. "JUNGWON, PUSH HEESEUNG IN THE WATER NOW!"

"with pleasure." jungwon smirks and pushes heeseung into the lake. heeseung flails in the water, shocked that jungwon actually managed to shove him inside. "you messed with the yang siblings, hyung."

heeseung's jaw drops, "y-you called me hyung! BABE, HE CALLED ME HYUNG!!!" heeseung hugs you.

shortly after, the rest of them decided to join in. it was about 6pm, everyone gets back to take a shower. jay starts getting ready for the barbecue. everyone gathers around the campfire that jake had set up. it felt good. you felt great, it had been a while since you ever felt this complete.

a hand grazes your waist, it pulls you out of your trance. heeseung places a peck on your cheek. he smiles at you. you smiled back before cuddling with him.

this was right. the man you grew up with. your first love. your first sexual partner, the man who took your virginity. you couldn't have felt more happier.

the end-

HAH kidding, you really thought i was gonna end it there? i'm just getting started. now this part, is umm i tried. so enjoy the sexy time...GOD OKAY SOFT ME IS GONE NOW PEACE!

after the little barbecue party, everyone had gone into their respective rooms. jake and sunghoon were last seen flirting (they drank so yeah). it was a little awkward for both you and heeseung since you walked back together.

there was this lingering tension. he was extremely touchy of you during the whole 'party' and obviously since you've done the deeds with him on multiple occasions, you know why he was this touchy. you wanted to bring up the subject to him but was it even okay for you two to talk about it?

okay maybe it was supposed to be fine, after all you've had sex with him tons of times! why was it so hard for you to bring this up to him. you finally reached your bedroom door, you turned to heeseung ready to pop in the question. however, before you could even utter a word out, heeseung's pretty lips was on yours.

next thing you know, your back was against the wall of the bedroom. heeseung kicks the bedroom door shut with his foot. he cups your face and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. you let on a small moan as you feel him press up his leg against the most vulnerable part of you.

he breaks the kiss only to trail kisses down from your lips to your jaw and rests on your neck. he works his way to find that sweet spot of yours. once he finds it, you let out a whimper.

"found it." heeseung growls.

when lust took over heeseung, he was a different person. it was scary honestly but you liked it. your hands made it under his shirt, trailing his toned body down to hold his waist. he pulls back.

"are you sure you are okay with this (name)? i mean, we did have history with having sex but i don't just wanna fuck you this time. i wanna make love to you."

"heeseung, whatever you did just now was not making love. you should go slower when making love."

"well...you never enjoyed going slow..." heeseung's eyes watches you.

"shut up and fuck me."

"gladly, my love." he smirks.

your body lands onto the mattress after heeseung carefully places you on it whilst not breaking the kiss you two shared. heeseung hovers above you after breaking the kiss.

"let's prep you first hmm? it's been a while." heeseung says.

"can we skip it? i kinda just want you and besides the others are still around us...we need to make it quick."

"aren't you the one who said love making means taking it slow? i'll take my sweet time with you, princess." heeseung purrs. you felt your whole face heat up. he starts trailing kissing down to your stomach and thighs.

he stops just above your pathetic sleeping shorts. it was a set you brought just for heeseung since he mentioned how he loved satin pyjamas on you (this was mentioned when you two were still fuck buddies).

"c-can you stop teasing me, heeseung?"

"that's not my nickname, sweetheart."

"sir, please."

"since you asked nicely." he pulls down your shorts along with your panties. his lips latches onto your clit and he devours your cunt like a starving man. you were squirming under his grip. heeseung holds you down.

“you taste divine, my love.” heeseung says. you slapped a hand over your mouth so you didn’t accidentally moan out loud. “hmm, let’s see if you can take my fingers. it’s been a while, need to have you stretched out to be able to take my cock. hmm?”

heeseung runs his finger up and down your folds teasingly. you whine.

“heeseung, can you please for the love of god just stick it in-” you gasp when you felt his fingers in you. he starts to slowly scissor you whilst kissing you, swallowing your moans.

he starts moving faster. you gasp again.

“h-hee.” was all you mutter out. he knows you were close judging by how you were clenching around his fingers. he pulls out and you whines at the sudden loss.

“I think you’re ready.” he smiles.

“please.”

heeseung finally pulls off his clothes. you were left staring at his body. yup, you were definitely lucky. he was blessed with looks and a huge dic-

“eyes up here, love.” he tilts your head up to meet his eyes. he rips a condom packet he took out from his pocket and rolls it on.

“heeseung.” you sounded desperate because you were. you needed him and he knew. heeseung runs his tip against your folds. your body shivers in pleasure.

“ready?”

“heeseung, it’s not my first time. you were rougher during my first time anyways.”

“like I said.” you nearly moaned out loud when you felt him just shove inside you. “you never liked going slow.”

“well maybe because you never liked it too.” you retort back. heeseung cocks his brow.

“being a brat now? do you want to get punished? let everyone hear how good i’m making you feel?” heeseung says.

“no please, sir.”

“good girl.” he smirks. “but…i’m not lying when I said I want them to hear how good you’re drowning on my cock.”

“heeseung wait-” he thrusts faster into you. you moaned. heeseung doesn’t bother covering it up. you were sure anyone would hear it.

“w-what happened to you wanting to make-” he presses down on the bump you that formed on your tummy as he thrusts into you. “love to me.” you finished your sentence after catching a breath. heeseung was making it hard for you to talk.

“do I really have to answer that, love?” he cockily says.

“fine.” he hits that spot. “oh wait, that f-feels good.”

“right here?” he hits that spot again. you groaned.

“heeseung, h-harder.” he listens to you and snaps his hips harder. you nearly screamed.

“I can feel you clenching around me, love. you’re close, aren’t you?” you nod at his words. he smirks as does the most cruelest thing ever. he slows down. you whined.

“heeseung, please.” you begged. a tear slips out of your eyes. heeseung wipes it. he speeds up again, he groans into your ears and you swore it was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your whole life.

“fuck.” heeseung curses. “I love you (name).” his hands goes to reach over for yours. it interlaces.

“I love you too, lee heeseung.” he kisses you one last time before you came undone. this was the hardest you ever came. heeseung pulls out and ties the condom before discarding it into the dustbin.

he goes over to the bathroom in your bedroom and grabs a small towel. he dampens it and starts to you before wiping you down cleaning you up. you whimper when he touches your cunt since you were still sensitive. he mutters small sorry’s while doing so.

“let’s get you to pee first, hmm?” heeseung carries you to the bathroom. you did your little business.

he hands you the t-shirt he was wearing before and starts dressing the both of you up. once he was done, he settles right with you on your bed. you were barely keeping your eyes opened. he pecks both of your eyelids.

“sleep.” he says.

“heeseung.”

“yeah?”

“I meant it when I said ‘I love you’ back.” you told him whilst playing with his hands.

“i know and I love you too.” he pecks your forehead. “you think those three boys were listening in?”

you groaned, “why would you ruin the moment?”

“I’m just saying. if they were…we could bring them in for more fun.”

“don’t start putting ideas into my head, heeseung.”

“so you were thinking about it.” he smirks. you hid your face on his chest. he chuckles. “you know I would never oppose to what you want, love.”

“let’s just sleep, please.”

heeseung flicks the lamp lights off. the both of you fall into sleep.

he finally had you in his arms and he was not letting you go ever again.

THE END

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[riveranova]

(A/N): Some IkePri as Roommates Headcanons, because my own roommate is making me want to eat my cactus. :,)

The IkePri Guys as Roommates x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: Nokto's a lil bit Spicy, honestly mostly crack

Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.044

Gilbert von Obsidian

honestly, menace

i'm 100% sure that he does not know how to cook

doesn't he like to poison peoples food? yeah.

but like, hes not doing it on purpose - he has this really cool game of thrones cookbook which he uses for almost all his meals

hes having three mental breakdowns and calls his mother two times which results in her just not answering the phone anymore

has no problem with asking you for help tho

when you enter the kitchen you have to look twice at what he made

,,Idk why it's so orange, I didn't even use orange ingredients!''

You get my point

otherwise hes actually very nice to you

hes still the kind of guy who would laugh his ass off if you fell before helping you up

hes keeping a clean room and follows the cleaning plan for your apartment

i imagine him to get cold SO easily - like you'd rather catch this man dead than with an open window in winter

80/100 would roommate again

Silvio Ricci

*sigh*

the complete opposite of Gilbert

hes using those italian roots

dont you fucking dare cook without him because lo' and behold, this man cooks like he worked with Gordon Ramsay his entire life

he insists on wearing his rings tho no matter what hes cooking which results in him cursing like a sailor every five minutes

husband material in the kitchen

the rest,,, not so much

i imagine that he does clean but like BARE minimum

like, the barest - the line is ON THE FLOOR

vacuuming the floor but not under furniture, that bad

he doesnt get why, he never sees it anyways and he has better things to do

i think his rooms smells very good, like eros from versace

problem is, it smells A LOT

so now your entire apartment smells like eros from versace

if you have a sensitive nose, I'm sorry for you

60/100 would roommate again

Keith Howell

okay so lets say Keith is uh,,, less fucked up

he mostly keeps to himself but if he needs something, he asks you

you don't know how he does it but you never hear a peep out of his room - as if he just sleeps 90% of the day

hey, maybe he does - i could almost relate

if you guys get along well, hes actually a really sweet man

his actions speak louder than his words tho

you need something build? ask Keith! you need something carried up (or down) the stairs? ask Keith! there is a fucking huge spider in your room? ...run, because Keith wouldnt touch that thing for the life of him

i imagine that hes as quiet as he is because my man is studying

straight A student but is shit at explaining things so he can't really help you

you both end up crying if he tries to exlpain math to you

80/100 would roommate again

Sariel Noir

it feels like your living with your grandma

in the most amazing way possible

dont get me wrong, i love Sariel but I'm 100% sure that this man would act like an old lady

he loves these really old tablecloths that look like this

puts them everywhere too - on your kitchentable, on the little drawer by the frontdoor and i BET the even has them on his desk

like omg little versions of them for his flowers and like little pots with random shit in them

i bet he makes them himself too

hes way to old to be a student but for the sake of this, lets say hes in his 20s

also a straight A student and, obviously, really great at tutoring

you guys share the same classes and that saved your ass more than once

he takes the tutoring seriously, very seriously

he doesnt whip you when you fail, he rather makes you do chores around the house for longer than you'd have to

90/100 would roommate again

Rio Ortiz

puppy dog boy l

i can't not see him as anything else

you guys knew each other before you moved in together

when you told him that you needed a roomie, he made sure that he would be the one moving in with you

obviously in love with you, doesnt even hide it

makes sure youre never hungry, everything is clean

i'm sure that even if you guys had a cleaning plan, he'd just clean before you have the chance to

simp

also, a yes friend

dyeing your hair? yes. cutting your hair at 2am as a result of a mental breakdown? yes. randomly rearranging your bedroom? yes.

loves to cuddle

spends a lot of time in the living room, waiting for his pray (you) to fall into his trap (the sofa) to be violenty (softly) ripped apart (cuddled)

you have to remind him to relax once in a while, hes not your butler after all

100/100 would roommate again

Clavis Lelouch

*sigh_pt.2*

i mean, at least it doesnt get boring around him

opposite of Keith, hes loud as fuck in his room

watches 'try not to laugh' challenges only to laugh 90% of the time

he loves to prank you (really now)

he once put bleach in your shampoo but ended up using it himself on accident

he played it off as planned, mastertrapper clavis doesnt fail

doesnt cook for himself, he snatches food from you

tried his hand at baking and it actually turned out good

it looked like a disaster

he ruined the taste by putting random shit in it to prank you

,,don't worry, it tastes better than it looks!!'' *hides the tuna can behind his back*

youre actually the one tutoring him

he finds studying boring af so he just doesnt do it

straight B student because the universe is unfair

his room is a mess which follows him wherever he goes

60/100 would (think twice about) roommate again-

Nokto Klein

:I

fuckboy (in the most insulting way possible)

i cant keep defending this man

isnt home, like ever

only if he brings people home

no matter the gender, he brings them home

results in you having a lot of akward run-ins

is also really loud in his room for.. reasons

definetly tried to fuck you once and even if you say no, the flirty-teasy remarks never stop

he'd never disrespect you in any way tho

if you look past his fuckboy-self, hes actually a gentleman

if hes home, that is

helps you with homework (if hes home)

cooks you food if you dont have time (if hes home)

you dont know where he is, you guess that hes partying

hes with his family - mostly Licht

due to,,, problems,, he and Licht hat to stick together

hes still visiting bars after

40/100 would (really question myself if we) roommate again

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[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 5.10 ‘Charlie Foxtrot’ review

So lots of stuff happened and at the same time not that much stuff happened. Some rapid fire thoughts.

(spoilers...obviously)

We did get some Miggy heart eyes... never gets old!

For me I think the first 5 minutes and the last 5 minutes were the best.

I liked it but also preferred the season 4 ‘Higgy spy adventures - MI6 don’t care about you...I do’ mid season finale to this (I mean there was the x-mas one too but plot-wise it was the spy episode that was the season finale right?). Like IDK, more emotional impact in that one was better?

Maybe Magnum should have been the one that got snatched or shot here. Just saying.

Poor Cade! Like even though TC is the one that got shot and paralysed (:O) I feel worse for our poor baby Cade!

RIP Childs, you were just starting to grow on me. No funeral? Is that going to be the start of 5.11? Or do we just not care enough about Childs for there to be one?

Very little Miggy in this one, even if soft + banter was cute, I feel like it was a pretty quick flip from kind of feel-y end of 5.09 to start of 5.10 which was all banter though really was meant to be like what? half an hour apart?

(Magnum being domestic and making Higgy food (or hot milk) and stuff has been like the running theme of this season and I want to nominate him for some boyfriend of the year award. Not just for the cooking but, you know, a little bit for that.)

(Higgy just keeps on going - seriously she was drugged and had crazy wacky nightmares like a few hours ago? This girl can not catch a break.)

Why is it so hard to make a villain still scary after learning their motives/backstories? 

Anyways...

Higgy sharing recipes from childhood, Magnum being all ‘you’ve had a rough day, how about we take a break (from watching news stories about the lady who tried to kill you and totally drugged you up a few hours ago’ and stuff’ is adorable. We almost got the “why does Higgy not drink tea” story which now is a story I must know. Like come on! It’s almost as enticing as maybe one day learning what her tattoo is...

Juliet looking out the guest house window and noticing commandos - you cannot tell me that was legit not her worst fear coming true - and then our faves being all badass (that flip!), very much a good start.

Then, because I’d somehow gotten it into my head we were going to have ‘Robin’s Nest under siege’ for like a good chunk of the episode, I felt a little bummed out. Because I wanted like hostage, drama, no police, gang vs, baddies. But I didn’t get that.

Now, other than the fact that Rick is the person we’re looking for and TC is in the hospital, this case feels weirdly like just a normal case.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked it, but somehow it lacked a little of the ‘wow shocking! thrilling! excitement’ I’d hoped for in the mid-season finale. Maybe-just maybe because we kind of know Magnum, Higgins, Rick and TC and even Gordy and Kumu probably with 99% certainty aren’t going to die.

Which is nice.

But it also makes them being in danger less scary than for example say Cade had been taken or Suzy or even Childs (if he’d not gotten blown up.) Why Beth or Dennis being in danger is scarier than Rick. Because they could die. There is actual bad things that could happen.

I think that’s why Higgy in the mental hospital still felt scary and had lots of potential, because we knew she was going to be alive - we just wasn’t sure what kind of messed up visions, drugs, weird electro shock stuff that could have happened to her, right?

So I am kind of excited to see what they do with TC not being able to feel his feet/being paralyzed. Because you know, that is scary stuff, and super duper emotional and scaring to go through (good thing he rigged the chopper for Shammy to fly!)

Bad guy (well gal) of the season instantly became less badass when she became an actual person, which is sad. If that was her backstory of falling for a terrorist, dead child or just how not scary she felt IDK. I just felt a little sad for her.

Did it all also go kind of fast?

Fast can be good, it means it’s entertaining enough the 42 minutes flew by fast. But it also maybe means it was a little unmemorable. Which I think is what this episode ended up being for me.

Also random small question - would anyone ever get found or saved or stuff figured out without Higgy’s hacking skills? Just you know, asking for a friend...

(I’ve also been watching some K-dramas lately and IDK, I guess I wanted more melodrama and more cute-y feels and angsty accidental car accidents and evil CEO father figures than I got...)

Depressing for my Miggy heart, that this episode failed to really deal with Higgins ‘I’m scared Mangum will die’ worries and I doubt we’ll get it next “season”. Rather brought up Magnum’s worry about the gang maybe being broken up if TC or Rick didn’t pull through. Just because he said that and Rick made the video, I almost wondered if they would kill of Rick.

So when they didn’t it felt a little bland.

Mean of me to say, but that would have been pretty interesting and brave of them to do. Kill Rick I mean.

Like that would have been something! Suzy getting that video and it would also maybe be a “ahah” moment for Magnum, making him feel a little of what Juliet have been feeling with Richard and why she’s so worried. It could have gotten us a Miggy ‘I love you’ moment too, because though we know our two idiots love each other they haven’t said it yet.

Yeah, Rick’s death would have made for character development everyone too, going forward. Like maybe suddenly super over protective Magnum in the B part of the season? TC being suddenly a sad boi and not himself and struggling with a depression sort of thing, freaking Cade out, making him consider moving with his family on the mainland, making it worse. Higgy feeling like she failed the guys and Suzy because she was too focused on Magnum’s safety. Suzy could just be a big mess and we could have Miggy babysitting moments? But it’d be sad because Rick is dead... So much potential for angst and stuff.

Whatever. I’m not considering writing a fic where Rick died. I’m really not.

Anyways, I did like the ending with Cade and Higgy talking a lot. Higgy somehow being her normal ‘feelings?what are those’ while at the same time really saying awesome and uplifting things and just all around being the new spokes person for Happy Endings... 

They guys all joining up and it feeling pretty hopeful was nice too. It was a nice place to end it, because while I got some angst and worries about the TC recovery plot, he’s alive and kicking and got his friends. And he’s TC! Come on, he’s going to big bear his way back to running after bad guys in no time. And if he don’t, he still awesome!

(Though what happened to TC’s girl? Is she not his girl anymore? Did I miss something? Maybe she’ll show up in part B of the season!)

Yeah, over all I enjoyed the episode, but it did not feel super-duper much like a midseason finale. I’d also like to inform everyone that it’s 132 days until September 3rd. So basically forever! How will we ever survive!? I guess we do have some pretty epic Miggy fluff and content to re-watch...

Anyone know when we’ll know anything about season 6? 

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[staygoldwriting]

First Love (One shot or Part IV) 🌹

Summary: Y/N is Nancy Wheeler's best friend and Eddie Munson's first love ❤️

This is a series but this one can be read as a oneshot! Please see my Eddie Munson masterlist for more 🤗

Word count: ~1.4k

Warnings: fluff, slow burn (I think)

A/N: The recipe used in this fic is an actual recipe that I make! Bake for 14 minutes 🍋 I hope you enjoy this part, and please show love and support as always!! ❤️✨

“Nance, I am so nervous. Why did I ask him out?” you groaned into the phone.

“Y/N, don’t worry about it, I’m serious! I talked to Mike, and Eddie seems to be a good guy, really sweet underneath his persona. I think you’re going to have an amazing time.”

“But this is my first date!”

“Steve was my first date, and as intimidating as it sounds, you remember how it went, right?”

“Right. But Steve’s different, you’re different. You guys sort of hung out before, I feel like I don’t know Eddie enough.”

“Hence the date,” Nancy emphasized, making you sigh heavily.

“I see his van outside, I gotta go. Wish me luck!”

“Good luck, Y/N/N, you’ve got this!”

As you walked downstairs, you rushed out of the house to meet Eddie. He was walking up to the door as you ran out, and you crashed into him. Luckily, he held his arms out, so he caught you, then he chuckled and blushed.

“Woah, hey there!”

“Hey, Eddie, sorry,” you breathed heavily, now blushing too. “You-you didn’t have to come to the door, I saw your van coming.”

“Anything you don’t want me to see in there?” he asked jokingly.

“No,” you said, blushing more.

“Are you hiding me?” he asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“No! Not at all! My parents aren’t even home, but they still know about you.”

“Oh, okay. Cool, good, um, by the way, I picked up some pizza and some sodas ‘cause I thought it might be nice to eat our pizza at the park or something. Does that sound like something you’d wanna do?”

“Yeah, absolutely!”

Eddie opened the passenger door for you as you climbed in. As he sat down, you looked over at him shyly, a concentrated look on his face as he drove. He didn’t look over much, so you snuck in more glances than normal, smiling and blushing as he did seemingly small and insignificant things like turning up the radio, steering, and looking in the rear-view mirror. Finally, at a red light, Eddie looked over at you sweetly.

“You’re staring.”

“Sorry, I guess I just like looking at you.”

“I didn’t say I minded it.”

Eddie smirked and turned back as the light turned green. You felt your face heat up and your heart beat faster. You looked outside of the window, then, very slowly, made your way to look at Eddie, who was now smirking and blushing. 

It was a short drive to the park, and you both soon hopped out and found a nice spot in the grass. Eddie had brought food, drinks, and a blanket to sit on, so you both took your shoes off to anchor the edge of the blanket, then plopped down with the pizza box between you two. 

“You remembered!” you smiled as you saw the sausage, peppers, and extra cheese on the pizza. Eddie smiled sweetly.

“Ladies first,” he said, handing you a slice. “Sorry, I forgot plates and stuff.”

“That’s okay, pizza’s meant to be eaten casually,” you giggled.

“Couldn’t agree more.”

You two sat in the park, soon finishing the entire pizza, all while laughing and chatting about anything and everything that was on your mind. Now that it was just the two of you, you felt more relaxed. Eddie was an extremely easy person to talk to, and you soon found yourself sharing some of the silliest thoughts that entered your mind. He received them with deep thought, engaging your weirdest tangents, like if he thought he’d make a better vampire or werewolf (he voted for vampire for himself, werewolf for you). Soon enough, your picnic felt like it was coming to a close, and you looked somberly at Eddie.

“I guess we should go,” you said quietly. “I had a really great time though, I don’t really want it to end.”

“It isn’t,” Eddie said, drinking some soda. “This was only part one of our date. Remember the cookies?”

“Oh my gosh, yes!” you exclaimed, laughing a bit. “Here I was thinking you had to leave.”

“You can’t kick me out yet,” Eddie smiled, then grabbed your shoes. “May I, Cinderella?” You giggled and nodded as he slipped your shoes on, then pulled his on quickly, jumping up after to give you a hand getting up.

“Alright, let’s get home and bake some cookies!”

-🍋-

“Okay, first, we need aprons!” you exclaimed as you rummaged in a cabinet. “This is mine,” you said, putting on a mint green apron with French pastries on the front. 

“Very cute,” Eddie smiled.

“We don’t have many others, so you can wear this one,” you said, handing him the apron quickly and in a ball. As he opened it, he chuckled and looked at you.

“Is this intentional?” he asked, smirking.

“Um, no, it’s just our best spare one,” you said, trying to avoid eye contact. “Besides, we’re baking, not cooking.”

“Okay, I accept,” he said, putting on the white apron with big print letters: KISS THE COOK. 

“So, we need flour, baking powder, salt, white sugar, brown sugar, butter, a lemon, vanilla extract, and two eggs.”

“O-kay, let’s take a look in here,” Eddie said as he peered into the cupboard, gathering most of the ingredients. Meanwhile, you grabbed the butter, lemon, and eggs, then two bowls and utensils.

“First, I’m going to preheat the oven to 350 degrees.”

“You sound so official.”

“I try to be,” you smirked. “Okay, we’re then going to mix one and a half cups of flour with a teaspoon of baking powder, and a quarter teaspoon of salt.”

Eddie measured everything out, plopping it into the smaller bowl. As he mixed it together, you looked over at him, smiling as he delicately whisked the flour.

“You’re staring again,” he muttered, smiling.

“I know,” you said, pinching a bit of flour and throwing it at his face. He looked up at you playfully, taking a bit of flour and puffing it at you, making it spread across your face. 

“Now we match,” he said sweetly, grinning widely.

“I suppose I deserved that, but watch your back, Munson!”

“Oh no! Are you going to whisk me?” he said in mock fear.

“No, I’ll withhold the cookies,” you joked. “And another date with me.”

“I’ll behave for the cookies!” he said, standing tall. “And you,” he smiled, bumping your side. “What’s next?”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “Next, we’re mixing four tablespoons of butter with half a cup of white and brown sugar. Then, we’ll add one whole egg and one egg yolk, then one teaspoon of vanilla extract.”

“On it!” he smiled, mixing everything together. You dipped your finger in occasionally, mostly to eat the sugar and butter mixture, making Eddie mock-scold you, trying his best to “perfect his craft,” as he said.

“Do you need any help?” you eventually asked, giggling at how insistent Eddie was to make the cookies himself.

“No, I’m good,” he smiled. “Here’s how I see it. You spend all this time making everyone cookies, but when was the last time someone made cookies for you?”

“I-I don’t really remember,” you admitted.

“That’s the problem right there,” he said, pointing at you with the whisk. “It’s time someone treat you, and I will be the one to do it, I promise you!”

You smiled softly, your heart soaring. You looked tenderly at Eddie’s stern face, his softening into a matching smile. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek very gently and quickly.

“You had some flour on your face,” you whispered.

“Thanks,” he said, still looking at you intently, then snapped himself back into reality. “Um, what’s next?”

“We zest the lemon and then squeeze about a tablespoon of juice into the dough. Then we add the dry ingredients.”

“Okay, and this is a zester?” he asked, holding it up.

“Yeah, it is,” you said nervously.

Eddie continued to work, zesting the lemon, but he seemed distracted. You felt badly; it was too early to be kissing him, you probably scared him. You accepted the fact that you had ruined your one and only date with Eddie Munson. He was shakily adding the flour mixture when he suddenly stopped, placing the bowl down loudly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, worried. Eddie looked up at you, his lips tucked in. He took a deep breath in, then walked up to you, cupped your cheeks, and kissed your lips. You were surprised, but eventually relaxed your body, kissing him back, your cheeks warming up. As he broke away, he breathed in shakily.

“I just felt like we needed to listen to the apron.”

-🍋-

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[myshiptrashcan]

Might I share the very first story Idea i ever had for House of ashes Jalim.

So im not sure what time period i made it in but i think it’s more modern. 

Jason lives with his Grandma and Sister in London. Jason is an exotic dancer. 

Salim too lives in London with his son Zain, who is in university. Now in this Salim’s wife is still technically married to Salim however isn’t around anymore because of her continuous affair. She is with a very rich man in this story and is not a nice lady. Salim is trying to officially get a divorce for a while now but She always manages to slip away from signing papers and such. 

Salim works as a Baker and before Zain was born had wanted to be a poet of some kind. 

Him and Jason meet when Jason’s grandma brings them in for some good bread and sweets. Salim’s shop quickly becomes her favorite place. He is very nice to her and she ends up hanging around and talking to Salim most days. She even cooks up foods and treats of her own for Salim and his son to try. Whenever Jason doesn’t find her at home he finds her at Salim’s shop. So it doesn’t take long for Jason and Salim to become friends too. 

Grandma mentions one day that Jason is a dancer and Jason shyly invites him to his next show. Salim accepts but doesn’t know that its a club Jason dances at. 

He’s one of a few Male dancers “for the ladies” that go but most of the dancers are Female. 

Salim goes home to clean up and Zain asks him where he’s going. Salim has put on a nice button up shirt, one that isn’t wrinkled. 

“A friend has invited me to watch him perform. Apparently he’s a dancer.”

He goes and is hesitant when he see’s the building. The bouncer asks his name and Salim asks if a Jason K. is here. 

“Salim Othman.” Jason had him on a special list. Salim is unsettled and uncomfortable in this place. 

When Jason takes stage he is more than glad and a bit nervous to see Salim sitting near the front. a smile and a wave and Jason gets started. Salim is glad it’s dark because he is RED. Jason leaves off stage and Salim goes home. He drops his keys in a daze and Zain asks how it went.

Next day Jason asks how he liked it.

“You should’a stuck around a lil longer. Wanted to talk to ya.” Salim is hesitant to answer.

“You are very good.” and Jason laughs.

“That isn’t what I asked.” Still Salim is silent.

“Listen, if you didn’t like it that’s fine-”

“I liked it.” Salim rushes out quietly with his eyes averted.

“Why not stop by again. We can chat in between my sets.”

So Salim is having a bit of a crisis. He Likes Jason. had liked him well enough before, but now he feels something he isn’t used to when he watches Jason dance.

Jason Likes Salim. He doesn’t let anyone know however. Jason’s sister is always bringing over her friends to watch Jason dance and introduce him to them. “I don’t need you to set me up.” Not with women anyway. 

Salim’s “wife” is in london with her well off boyfriend to see Zain and pester Salim. She finds out about Jason from Zain, “his good friend” and it doesn’t take her long to find out what Jason does.

“Where is your Baba, Zain?”

“He’s with Jason watching him dance again.” Zain doesn’t know.

She turns up yelling about what a ‘shameful’ husband and father he is to be hanging around a place like this, while Salim and Jason were talking in a corner booth. 

Salim wasn’t wearing a ring when Jason met him. Never mentioned a wife even if he mentioned a Son. Jason draws back to his dressing room with an excuse. 

“I gotta get ready for my next show.”

Salim turns to his ‘wife’ once he leaves, “We need to talk.”

they go back home.

“How is it I am only your husband when it is convenient to you?”

“We are still married. Or did you forget?”

“Only because you refuse to let go of me!”

“How could you degrade yourself in such a way? How could you disgrace your vows?”

“I have done nothing wrong! Jason is a dear friend of mine. If you fail to remember, you cheated on me! I want out of this marriage!”

“Think of Zain. Think of what it will do to him.”

“Don’t use Zain as a weapon! Stop trying to find ways to chain me to you! I am thinking of Zain. I was there for him when you left. I raised that boy and look at him! Look at what he’s accomplished. The only reason you’re still a part of my life is so you can be a part of his, and that is all! Don’t try to interfere with my personal life again.”

----

Jason liked Salim. He really  liked Salim. He was just.. he was kind and smart and honest and yes a bit of a smart ass. He made you care about things and other people just from his passion alone. If it mattered to Salim it mattered to Jason.

 Which was why Jason didn’t tell him about his work. He was afraid to scare him off. But Salim came, he showed up in a button up shirt and his nicest shoes. He didn’t call Jason horrible things, in fact he liked Jason’s dancing. And he continued to show up in his button up shirts and his nicest shoes and a smile on his lips. He was his only friend to know about his work and his home. Salim was such a good man, after all Grandma didn’t cook for just anyone. 

Jason had liked Salim and so far up until now it seemed Salim liked him. At least, Jason thought. For once he had allowed himself to hope. Hope that maybe love could be for him. Now things didn’t look so bright. 

(Thats all I had written down so far in my little note pad. I could continue writing out the story plan if i feel like it. But yeah that was my first story idea for Jalim. it was that stupid song that did it. I’m sure you can guess the one.)   

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[anxiouswritingbitch]

heyyy!! it would mean a lot if you could write some hcs on how nick furcillo would be during halloween 😭😭 tysm again i love ur blog ❤️

Hi ! Of course ! I hope you like it ! I wrote some stuff about Americans and Halloween but I'm European, so forgive me if I got things wrong lmaoo

Remember, requests are open in my inbox <3

ɴɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴜʀᴄɪʟʟᴏ ᴀᴛ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ (ft. Jacob and the counselors)

First of all, Nick is Australian. He probably grew up there, so even if every country know what is Halloween and some people celebrate, nobody does it like America.

So yeah, when he got to the states, he was a bit confused. He felt like Halloween was like a religion there. Sure, he got trick or treating with a few of his friends when they asked, but he never lived the full experience.

Enters Number #1 Himbo : Jacob Custos. He is DETERMINED to make Nick love Halloween as much as he does. It's his life goal since summer.

Nick won't admit it, because he feels like saying "I want to go trick or treating" makes him sound like a child, but he's really excited.

Jacob has this idea to throw a party at his house and to invite all the counselors, Laura and Max included. We all know how the last party went, so it took a lot of convincing they're still traumatized lmao but they all say yes.

Nick stayed closest to Jacob after the events of the summer. They kept in touch and texted frequently, hence how Jacob learned that he had never had a proper Halloween.

SO. Party at Jacob's ! As we know, Nick was the cook at camp, so of course he was the one who baked all the sweets and made the candies. It's insane how much work he put to make them scary. He looked at recipes for orange food and even asked Abi for scary cupcake icing ideas. He stays the day at Jacob's, who spent it decorating the house.

He even makes punch Jacob adds most of the alcohol, because he saw American teens drink it at parties.

The costumes. Oh boy the costumes. That's probably what he is the most excited about. He chose to go with Dracula. He isn't white but who cares, not all vampires are pale. The clothes look very classy on him.

Speaking of costume, everyone got a vibe check by Jacob when entering the house.

Abi is dressed as a witch, Emma as cat-woman. Jacob went full nasty and dressed as a Hot Nurse. Laura came as Frankenstein and Max as Shaggy from Scooby Doo it fits his vibe sm, fight me. Kaitlyn is a gremlin, Dylan is Mr. Spock and Ryan is a zombie. Before you ask, yes they are all hot.

Dylan wanted Nick to be Crocodile Dundee, Jacob wanted him to be a kangaroo. Nick said they were being racist. Jokingly ofc.

Whenever the door rings, Emma or Abi go to open the door. Nick always takes a sneak peek at the kids' reactions to his candies. They love it. He's very happy.

Finally, it's trick or treat time. Of course, Jacob, Dylan, Kaitlyn, Laura and Nick go. The other are either too happy or afraid to go. Max stays mostly to watch over them. He has that mom energy.

Jacob is ON FIRE. He drags Nick everywhere with him, and Nick is living. his. best. life. It's definitely way funnier than when he was a kid.

Then something happens. They ring a house's bell, and an old lady gives them fucking Peanut Butter Butterpops. One bag. Kaitlyn and Dylan burst out laughing, Laura is lost.

The contest is ON. Whoever has the fullest candy bag gets to keep the treasure.

They stay out until way too late. And maybe are too drunk.

Nick ends up again winning the contest. But because he's a kind boy and that the whole thing was Jacob's idea, they share the bag.

Pretends that his bag is so full of candies because he wanted to give them to Abi. It's a lie it was for the butterpops, but a man gotta keep a face.

Nick really enjoyed the night, his tummy will probably burst from the candies and the expired butterpops (pop pop pop 'em in your mouth !) and he can't wait for next year to do it all again.

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