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motoroil-recs · 26 days
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[X / X / X] [X / 🏎️ / X] [X / X / X]
A stimboard for World/Michael [Mia's world] with imagery of roses, painting, and boats.
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mostlydeadallday · 1 year
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sfldsnkjg when one of your favorite writers gives u the opportunity for wips, you send 🌹 and you then tell yourself "if i send 12 can i have 12, you deserve a bouquet" help
Ashe you are the funniest person in my inbox (which is not difficult considering that I don't get that many asks, but still.)
and since you do deserve a bouquet I shall post more than one line
Six days. It almost shuddered again, caught at the last moment by the sharpness of Quirrel’s attention. His gaze was shifting from it to its sister and back again, and it could see the questions tugging at him, but he said nothing, and only the crackle of the fire and the drum of the rain filled the silence. Had it only been that long since she found it dying in the Crossroads? Since it flung its nail down into the dark, since it abandoned all pretense of being what it was meant to be? Six days since it escaped the temple. Six days of reprieve from its punishment. Six days that it should not have lived to see.
for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
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tommyinniter · 1 year
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HI IT'S ME. THE REQUEST BOY.
All the info you'll need to request things from this blog is in my about page! The link for mobile users should be in my blog description!
And below the cut is all the different tags you can search by!!
I've got a stomach full of battery acid and a creative mind. [doodles]
I will get married in rage. [bouquets]
I love making people cry. [headcanons]
Why do I look so damn good? [moodboards]
I want to enjoy throwing rocks in the sea. [positivity]
Well. Guess I'm a normal gamer. [name suggestions]
I think we're onto a bit of a girlboss here. [neopronouns]
I'm so damn mindful I can see through the damn walls. [carekits]
I'm a man of many men. [kin assigns]
Good news: I got you a woman. Bad news: she's American. [canoncalls]
I have entered a golden era. [request accepted]
I think I'm about to hit rock bottom. [request denied]
We're really just chilling fellas. [request completed]
I've got some moss in my mouth. [just chatting]
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Bouquet for Ghostbur with themes of forgetting and remembering
White opium poppy representing forgetfulness, scorpion grasses meaning forget me not and gladiolus meaning remembrance and memories
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mamasheeps · 2 years
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hi hi mama puffy, could i get a c!crimeboys bouquet with themes of like. forgiveness and neverending care ?? if that makes sense. yk. thank you, its a gift !! :3 i appreciate it, also im glad that my previous message made you happy, have a wonderful day !!
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hello dearest anon!! ive put together:
Bearded Crepis (protection)
Yellow Rose (I care)
Woodbine (fraternal love)
Daffodil (forgiveness)
Yellow Spring Crocus (youthful gladness)
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deadghosy · 1 month
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Okay, I saw the part in the noob!reader post about Kirby. I love Kirby and would love a Kirby!reader in hazbin hotel. Like how he is cute but can consume worlds and everyone is just like *pikachu shocked face*, same with him being able to pull out random weapons from his abilities. I can imagine he got there from a new weird portal and meta knight is like “where is he NOW?”.
Kirby is a being of chaos and I love him ❤️
I ALSO LOVE KIRBBY I WAS A BIG KIRBY KIN💗💗 🦆
HAZBIN HOTEL X KIRBY! READER
prompt: you lost the sight of your best friend only to be somewhere completely different.
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Meta knight was walking ahead of you as you picked up flowers with your cute smile. “Poyo!” You said smiling ready to show meta knight your flowers you picked up into a bouquet. 
When all of a sudden, you were getting pulled into a red portal as you screamed out to meta knight who seemed to be in his own world.
“POYO! POYO!” You then get sucked in as meta knight turns to see nothing. “Reader/Kirby?…..where is he NOW!” Meta knight exclaims, his accent thickening in worry as he runs around the area calling out your name.
Meta was basically that Brandon rogers meme when he lost his “child” 😭
You swirl in the portal to get thrown out and roll into the feet of a person. “Oh my! Are you okay sweetie?” The sweet voice says as she picks you up. Charlie looked worry seeing you dizzy. “Poyoo..” you said with a dazed out look from your trip of the portal.
Charlie took you in her hotel, getting you water and suited to rest as vaggie checks up. After 24 hours, they kept you as you became part of the hotel staff.
I headcannon you once accidentally swallowed Angel because you saw him as a regular spider. You literally transformed into his color palette before Charlie made you cough him up.
Angel was so traumatized 😭
I imagine you literally almost ending hell’s population by yourself cause you were hungry..you dead ass ran through the streets eating random shit. Thank goodness Lucifer picked you up and ran.
You once walked into Lucifer brain storming and he saw you…he immediately had a new idea for his duck creation. He made you stay in his room until Charlie said it was your bed time.
Vaggie always keep tabs on you so you don’t cause trouble around the pride ring and the hotel.
IMAGINE HOW YOU LITERALLY ATE A BUILDING…A FUCKING BUILDING AND HUSK WHO TOOK YOU FOR A ERRAND STROLL WAS LIKE
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The egg boiz
Nahh cause you definitely had swallowed up the egg boiz to have a egg shell around you to hide in the egg shell like an ability.
Sir Pentious is always scared of the fact of you just eating him. But you don’t cause you literally get fed chips by the bar. So Pentious calms down and lets you have some time with him
Lucifer would probably make you inhale one of his rubber ducks so you can have a duck beak and wings just so he can chase you around with heart eyes excited that his hyperfixation became real
You have a duck hat and a duck pj set. ALSO WITH AN APPLE THEME SET WHICH IS FAMOUS IN MORNINGSTAR FAMILY ❤️❤️
I can see you always following Alastor like the egg boiz did in “scrambled eggs” 😭 except you just waddle beside him cutely
“Poyoooo… poyoooo..” you said softly as you tug on Alastor’s pant leg. Alastor looks down slightly entertained by your language and gesture for him to look at you.
“Well aren’t you an eager little thing…” alastor says picking you up and taking you to show Rosie his new found friend.
Husk once
STOP IT CAUSE WHAT IF YOU INHALED A KNIFE AND EQUIPPED IT ONLY YOU BE THAT FUCKIN MEME WITH KIRBY HOLDING A KNIFE😭😭
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YOU WOULD STAB SOMEONE’S TOES AND KNEES YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!!‼️
You definitely stood outside of the Vee’s tower holding the knife with a smile as Valentino looks so scared closing his curtains.
#justiceforangeldust
Angel dust loves you to the point he might adopt you as a sibling since you are pink like him.
Charlie and vaggie are the parents who maintain what you eat and sleep. Dead as you were gonna eat a butterfly when vaggie picked you up like “NOPE! NOT TODAY!” And took you inside for the rest of the time-
See I can personally just imagine that Kirby gif where Kirby eats the whole ass meal on the table. So imagine the crew’s face seeing you do that shit 😭
I can see you getting on fat nuggets and just start to ride fat nuggets like a cowboy 😭💗
Angel definitely recorded it as you just smile while fat nuggets runs around the hotel freely.
I headcannon you bought a bunch a flowers for the crew and the was so adorable how you just picked each flower matching the cast’s colors
Imagine you just watching a hell cartoon and Vox is like “kill them! Kill your entire family” as you jolted shocked and cry at the scary tv man
Niffty once fed you dust particles thinking it wouldn’t affect you…it did cause you coughed and got sick. Niffty cried, not thinking it would harm you as she sniffles giving you soup in your room.
Niffty was banned from making lunch for you😭
Alastor be trying to troll you into eating cannibal meat, like dead ass he would make you a sandwich with “turkey” meat. But you could already smell THE MUSSTTT 🤮
So he failed with that mission. But at least you like his radio station and his jazz music.
Charlie brought you to her meeting with the first man so she can feel comfortable as you are kinda like her service animal.
Adam actually would like you cause you love to eat endlessly and you are pick up size. This mf will literally pick you up with one hand and dribble you like a basketball or treat you like a damn football💀
“Hey lute! Go long!” “Yes sir!” Lute replies back as she moves back far. Adam launches you making you scream as lute flies up and catches you.
“GOALLLL! FUCK YEAH!” Lute says accidentally throwing you off of the cloud floor they were on. “LUTE WTF?!” Adam yells looking at you fall before a portal had eaten you up. “Well damnit…I was gonna miss that lil pink shit.” Adam says before walking away with lute close behind him
Meta knight is back at home was tweaking out as he literally sobs eating with a picture of you on the table. He misses you deeply as he stares at the photo before looking down. “My friennnd…” he says with a sniffle as he covers his face.
Good ending was that you plopped down on the table from the portal as meta immediately hugs you as you smiled happily, showing him the flowers. You guys ate dinner happily!
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heartfullofleeches · 9 days
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[Tldr: Big spider wifey Yan and sweetie little human darling]
W...women... Tiny, kind-hearted Darling who welcomes the bitter rightful hier to their kingdom with open arms after she returns centuries after her trial and execution. Her new form frightens most, but Darling finds her piercing glowing eyes and ashened skin to be quite gorgeous. All those extra limbs she's grown would be wonderful for hugs. As the kingdom runs itself mad trying to find ways to defend themselves from the evil queen, Royal Darling is in their garden creating a bouquet of their favorite flowers to gift to her upon her arrival.
"You there... I've come to take what's mine. Give me my throne or I shall take it along with your head."
"...Okay! When is the wedding?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"T-the wedding?..... Seeing as I am the current ruler the only way you can become Queen now is if we are wed... Oh, is that not what you intended? I'm sorry... "
Darling knows the pain of being rejected by their people as well. Their dislike for their ruler has never reached the same scale as the former Queen's treacherous flock, but had there been anyone else left in Darling's family the crown would have been theirs. Nearly all of Darling's kin had been whipped out by some mysterious plague. Darling is all that's left and there have been whispers throughout the kingdom how unfit they are to wear the crowd for how soft hearted they are."
"hm, you are stronger than you appear. I suppose I can humor you for the rest of your natural life. I and the rest like me will outlive you and your people for eons...."
The Queen planned on killing Darling the day of their wedding. Did this fool truly believe she would want the last remaining member of that bastard bloodline who betrayed her to stay alive? It would be a spectacle for all to see, yet - as they day arrived her withered heart had changed its tune. Everyday since the Queen had agreed to Darling's proposal they waited outside her door with a fresh bouquet and handpicked fruits from their garden. They asked their servants to add minerals and rose petals to her water whenever she bathed so that the cracks in her skin hopefully never worsened. Though she never spoke back much in the beginning, Darling spoke to her as if they were already married.
It was almost.... endearing.
"Do you take this....woman to be your wife?"
"I do."
"And do you take this person to be your spouse?"
"....I do."
How humorous is it the Queen's rage was snuffed by a descendant of the people who made her as she is now. The new queen carries her adorable spouse in her arms every which way she goes. If her spies hear even a word of someone speaking ill of her angel for giving into her wishes so easily she'll have their tongue ripped out and fed to the hounds. The flower crown's Darling makes for her decay within a day's time atop her head yet she wears them with pride till the final petals falls.
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dawndelion-winery · 1 month
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Thanks for the Flowers
You send them a little prank thank you text with flowers they never sent
Ft: Alhaitham, Arlechinno, Childe, Scaramouche, Wriothesley
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Alhaitham:
You thought it would be a funny prank to send him a stock image of flowers and a small thank you
"Glad you like them."
He smiles to himself, but then immediately deleted his message when he sees the attached image
That wasn't the bouquet he sent
His smile drops so fast because who exactly is sending you flowers apart from him?
"Throw those out, they aren't from me. Don't you like the one I sent more? I got your favourites, my love."
He gives the house a cursory scan the moment he steps in through the front door
It's only after you've given him his welcome home kiss and a hug that he starts looking for the bouquet for some trace of who the sender might be
At first he doesn't believe you when you say it's a prank because he wouldn't put it past you to just want to allay his worries
He'll come around though, and then he's annoyed
"That's childish and you know it, you can have my attention if you just ask for it."
Arlechinno:
This is her sign to publicly announce that you're with her because this sort of idiocy wouldn't be an issue if people knew you were spoken for
Initially chuckles to herself as she glares at the offending image
"Do you like them?"
Of course she's not telling you the weren't from her if you like them
The poor sucker who sent them to you deserves no credit anyway
If anything, they deserve her personal thanks for helping her gift you something!
Of course she needs to know their name and face to express her gratitude in person <33
In a totally genuine and non-threatening way (lie)
She ends up coming home late that day, having scared off any of your potential suitors just to be safe
"Had some unsavoury business come up, dearest, sorry to keep you waiting. Have you had dinner yet? No? Shall we dine together?"
She never brings it up though, so you sorta forget to ever tell her it was a joke
Childe:
At first he doesn't process that he didn't send you the flowers
It's not like he doesn't pay attention, but he has his subordinates send you so much stuff as he comes across it that it's really hard to keep track
For all he knows it might have been something he came across and spontaneously thought of you liking it
And your likes were pretty much needs to him
"Love you, my pookie <33"
And then he stows his phone away
Only to remember he hasn't gotten you any flowers that day
"My honey drumlet darling-kins, there doesn't happen to be a note attached to the flowers, is there?"
When you insist that no, there isn't, and you've checked thoroughly, he makes a mental note to look into anyone who's ever had a crush on you
For a friendly spar, of course!
He just needs to make sure his competition is even worth noting (they aren't)
He comes home, thoroughly disappointed that none of them could even hold their own against him - few even dared to try, scared shitless by the sudden appearance of a harbinger demanding they fight
Sweaty and tired, he's all over you, whining about his day and how everyone wants you and can't take a hint that you're so happy with him ("You are, aren't you? I'm your favourite.")
Of course you cave and tell him it was only a prank
He scowls at first, but then breaks out giggling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck
"It doesn't really matter because I think they're all scared of me anyway. Some of them took one look at me and blanched. Unlike you, of course; the sight of me excites you, doesn't it?"
Ah. There's your bastard ginger.
Scaramouche:
"Wrong number, I think you meant to text your side hoe."
Sends you the most unbothered replies
Is actually overthinking
He knows logically this is most likely a joke because he swears he has seen that bouquet somewhere on the internet when looking for flower arrangement inspiration
But what if it's just a really similar layout and someone actually did send it to you?
Horrible. He doesn't want to think about it
But of course he does anyway
Brings you flowers because he planned to sneakily replace the stranger's bouquet
Wriothesley:
"Honey, please tell me this is a joke."
Seething inside
Who in their right mind dared to covet you while you were happily dating him??
Don't even try evade his interrogation, he needs to know every detail
From the exact time the flowers were sent to the arrangement and paper quality
Don't mind him, it's just a small investigation he'll carry out in his free time
The sooner you come clean the better
Not that you'll go unpunished...but hey, confessing to your crimes must at least lighten the sentence, yeah?
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cursedcola · 1 year
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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul (here!), Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. I've been thinking about maybe programming a small fan-made mini-otome using these ideas. Just for some practice for school while also being self indulgent hehe
Riddle Rosehearts
Very traditional, but this is expected. He asks your closest of kin (a cat, to his horror) for permission to propose. Regardless of Grimm's answer, there is already a ring that's been purchased. This is merely formality
He comes up with an elaborate plan to execute the 'perfect' proposal. Riddle maps it all out and runs multiple drafts by his childhood friends. Everything must go perfectly - or else you might not accept. Is it likely that not presenting you with exactly 12 red roses with the spikes trimmed and arranged with 6 sprigs of baby's breath will be the reason you decline? Likely not. Will he chance it though? No.
Despite all his planning, he is a nervous wreak. Our red prince is great at masking it though. He plans an entire evening down to the last detail. You both go to a upscale restaurant that serves your favorite cuisine under the pretense that you're celebrating an amazing jab offer Riddle received the day prior. There's dinner, dancing, a romantic atmosphere, and delightful conversation (he prepared conversation topics in advance in case he felt nervous).
Oh look, there just so happens to be an outdoor garden to take an evening stroll through. Would you like to go?
Of course you would, and he asks you to wait outside as he visits the restroom. After you pass through the back door, a nearby waiter slips him the bouquet of twelve roses that he dropped off in the morning. He counts them, checks the stems, the ribbon holding them together, and with a relieved sigh he reaches into his pocket.
Riddle nestles the engagement ring within the core of the center rose, and for a moment his anxiety quells. He looks through the outside door's windowpane, and sees you patiently waiting for him while admiring the garden lights. The anxiety returns, but he's ready. With a knuckle-white grip on the flowers, he passes through the doors.
"Hello...I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I had a matter of great importance to attend to - wha? No! Not that- ugh. I wasn't in the restroom! Only you would make such a childish remark on such an important day...No, do not apologize. I was not referring to my career. Perhaps these flowers will provide some clarity. I hope they are to you liking,"
When you notice the ring, he gently takes it and gets down on one knee. Riddles heart rattles against his ribcage, and his the mask of calm falters. He holds out the ring with one hand, and the other lightly trembles as it reaches for yours.
"Would you do me the honor of becoming my spouse? I promise that you will be cared for dearly, and that I will work tirelessly to become a husband that you will be proud of,"
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{Riddle's ring is a mix of new and old. Tradition dictates a diamond for a wedding ring, but he knows better. Riddle wants you to think of him every time you see this ring, so he chooses to stray. Three rubies sit nested in diamonds. The color of his hair, which you love to poke fun of so much. It represents how he is willing to consistently change while still holding on to his core values, all so he can become a husband worthy of you}
Trey Clover
A simple man, and therefore takes a simple approach. The depth of his proposal lies in the timing. He does not know when he will be ready to commit, or how to tell if you are ready to as well.
Trey puts proposing off for the longest time. He acts in baby steps. The idea toys with him for months, until one day he convinces himself that he is ready. After that he slowly begins to look at rings, and think of ideas. He wants to be original, but would that overwhelm you? He would sooner die than do something tacky like a public proposal at a concert or event...but is that something you might want?
If there is one thing Trey is certain about, its that rejection would break him. He knows that your relationship would never be the same if he proposed too early, or if he managed to royally screw it up. He's not a fan of attention. This is awful. Oh Great Sevens it's a pressure that he never dreamed of having to undergo.
But if he doesn't propose...would you? Are you waiting for him? what if you're thought process is the same as his?
Completely out of character for Trey, he ends up proposing on impulse. He woke up one morning and saw the ring tucked away in his sock drawer. For the millionth time he had to face the "I should just do it," thoughts and decided to act on them
The day is new, neither of you had work, and a quick glance over his shoulder proves that you would be soundly sleeping for at least the next hour. So what's he do? Trey puts on his nicest casual clothes. Nothing formal, but also nothing that is sloppy. Then he marches downstairs and starts to make breakfast. He decides to prepare tarts, a reminiscence of your days as students and where you first met. As he arranges them on a platter, he places the ring inside one made with your favorite flavor. It peaks out just enough for anyone to notice, and with a huff Trey steps back to admire his work.
His hands are slightly clammy, and quickly moves to busy himself in fear he might chicken out. It helps for a time, until he hears your footsteps approach the kitchen, followed by a sleepy 'good morning' and arms wrapping around his torso
He steels himself, and turns over in your arms to kiss the top of your head. With a nervous laugh, Trey gestures to the platter of fruit tarts and smiles at how the sight of food causes you to perk up. Like clockwork, you reach for your favorite flavor and quickly notice the metal chunk inside
He reigns in panic as you dig the ring out and eye it with a quirked brow. A moment of silence passes before it clicks, and you whip to gawk at him with the largest bugeyes he has ever seen. Wordlessly, Trey takes the ring, wipes off any crumbs with his shirt, and takes your hands in his
"I'm sorry to spring this on you so early in the morning. It must be quite the wakeup call, huh? Haha...The truth is, I have wanted to give this to you for such a long time. I simply did not know how. I had a burst of courage this morning, and am honestly running on pure adrenaline. I love you...I want to spend our lives together. Will you marry me?"
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{Trey's ring is a single pearl on a gold band. He feels that the ring should reflect it's wearer, and you are one of the most naturally beautiful people he has ever seen. There is beauty in simplicity - in seeing things as they are with no modifications. You do that for him, and he loves how your relationship is authentic}
Cater Diamond
Marriage? Huh. See, in the past that was a no-go. Very constricting and he didn't enjoy the idea of getting linked to someone in that regard. An s/o with no legal binding? Sure. It's just a title anyways, right? That kind of thing shouldn't matter in the long run.
Except it did end up being relevant, and now Cater wants to beat himself up because he explicitly told you once things were getting serious that he wasn't interested in marriage. You were fine with doing either and left the decision up to him. Very nice of you to be so nonchalant , and now he knows that marriage isn't 'off the table'. There is a chance.
A chance that requires him to both propose and take back his initial stance. Which is kind of humiliating. The take back part, not the proposal. Cater is confident that he can blow you away. He doesn't need shoddy internet advice, or to to do extensive research to be perfect. Nope. It's all in his noggin. He knows you like the back of his hand and therefore can concoct a speech to woo you easily.
So what comes first, the chicken or the egg? Does he try to casually tip you of that he's interested in getting married before trying to propose? No. That would be incredibly dull and ruin the element of surprise. Cater always hated those crappy half-baked romance films where the loser male lead is all 'oh honey I promise I will propose. Just give me time,' because hello???? You spoiled it??? Also don't make promises that you don't plan to keep, douchebag. How dull.
He decides that it's all or nothing. Cater spends an entire night online shopping for a ring. He already knows all of your sizes...don't ask how or why. Anyway, ordering is a cinche. Just ignore his eyebags the next day and his snappy attitude. He can't even whine about how tired he is because that would mean he has to say why he didn't sleep and -EUGH. He is torn between his two loves. Complaining for attention, and wooing you for attention. It's rough.
It comes in the mail, and after checking the package he decides to seal it back up again. It looks untouched thanks to his skills. Then, he sets up the living room to look like he is filming a video for his magicam. Specifically an unboxing video, and makes sure to let you know that it's from one of your favorite companies.
You take the bait, and he asks you to join him. Even if your camera shy, he insists that for just this one video you hop on. He might be a bit tricky and give you ideas about the product in the box (making sure to align them with a hobby or fandom that you're into). He sets the camera to record, plops down casually at your side, and hands you the box cutter. Go crazy.
Cater can't help but giggle when you open the box - just to pull out another small box. You eye it cautiously, now suspicious that this might be a prank. He urges you to open the box, and you do so while holding it at arms-length away from your face.
The ring's gem sparkles in the camera light, and he watches amused as you pull it closer. With a shaky hand, you take it out of the box and inspect it. With the way you side-eye him, Cater can tell that you're wondering if this situation is a cruel prank...
"Tada~~ You like? -- WAIT! Before you get upset just let me explain! There is no video. That was a lie, and I'm sorry for it. I surprised you good though, right?...ahem, uhm. I'm not pranking you. If you feel the same, then I want for us to get married! I know what I said before, and I take it back. The time we have spent together made me realize that I only felt that way - well, because I was unable to imagine liking someone enough to share my life. So...do you want to marry me?"
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{A diamond for a diamond. Diamonds are reflective. They glitter, and are clear. They are also viewed as the best choice for a ring, but in actuality they have are not. They're only considered perfect because of marketing. In actuality, they're quite the opposite. This same reasoning applies to Cater - and you understand. Yet, you still love him. The diamond represents himself, and the heart shape is to remind you how much you mean to him}
Deuce Spade
He may be young, but he is not stupid...alright. Deuce is not always stupid. Sometimes? Yes. He makes poor decisions and lets his emotions get the better of him.
This? Not a poor decision, and he will never EVER think twice about it. From the moment the idea entered Deuce's head, it was decided. HE would become your husband. Nothing would stop him.
It began during his final year at Night Raven College. Graduation approached, and everyone was excited. Everyone, except for one person. You. He didn't notice it at first, being too hung up over how he actually managed to do well in school. Get this, he even became Heartslabyul Drumhead after Riddle graduated! What an honor! His mother was proud of him, and he was proud of himself! He had career aspirations, plans to get a home back home, and even a lovely s/o to flaunt. Life was great.
What...do you mean? That you're not going back with him? The Queendom of Roses is such a beautiful place! He's certain that you'll love it and can become adjusted. Why do you want to stay at this academy? Was three years not enough?
Deuce has never gotten mad at you before. A little miffed, sure, but never frustrated. He didn't like it. Not these feelings, or how he failed to notice that you planned this from the start. He was so wrapped up in his own happiness, that he failed to see that you felt troubled over his assumptions. It stung. In a moment of weakness, he left you alone, scared that he might raise his voice at you.
He needed to think. Alone. Thankfully he moved past sharing a room with Ace when Deuce became Housewarden. His phone rang many times. Some calls from you, Ace, his mother...for once, Deuce didn't think her advice could help him. Not when he was so confused.
He thought over his dreams for after college. They were the same that he had since prior to enrolling. Nothing changed...except for you and the other unexpected friends he made along the way. It began to settle within him that the unpredicted parts were more important to him than what he initially planned. The image of him as a successful worker, on his own, and being successful were all hollow if they didn't include you. Deuce wasn't upset that you planned to stay at NRC, he was upset that you didn't plan to stay with him.
Or did you? He interpreted it as such in the moment, but he's not so sure. All Deuce knows is that you're his best friend and the love of his life. If you stay here without him, will that change? He doesn't want to find out.
The next day, he's determined. It's impulsive, this he knows. Yet it's what feels right in his heart and Deuce has always trusted his gut instinct. This choice is entirely on him. No one's advice to excuse it if you don't reciprocate, and yet he isn't afraid. He might not have a ring, or fancy offerings. All he has is his love to offer, and a willingness to work around any obstacle. The hurt from the night prior sill aches in his chest, but he has done difficult things before. The pain merely serves as a reminder for how he hurt you, and what his future might be like if he doesn't act.
He finds you before breakfast. When the first rays of sunshine peak over the horizon and the air is still moist with morning dew. You lingered in the hall of mirrors, specifically near the portal to Heartslabyul Hall. Your presence startled him, and he nearly headbutt you from the speed he was going through the portal. Were you...planning to visit him? His heart shuddered in a mix of guilt and happiness. Even after the way he behaved, you still cared.
Upon closer inspection, you appear just as disheveled as him. He must have caused you a great deal of worry...damn it. He can't even be mad at himself. Not with things as they are.
Before you have a chance to speak, he hushes you. Deuce's jaw sets in determination and he reaches into his uniform pocket. He pulls out a paper ring. One that children often give each other on the playground when playing family. He then gets down on one knee, and holds it out with both hands.
"I am sorry. I never intended to hurt you, or push my ambitions on to you. I simply love you more than anything else, and was afraid that you did not want to be together anymore. I was afraid...that being apart would take away what we have. I realize that I was wrong. I didn't see it happening, but being with you has caused me to develop dreams beyond what I initially planned. Nothing I imagine feels right, unless you are in the picture. I don't have a proper ring prepared just yet...but will you marry me? I promise that no matter where we are - for better or worse, I will make you happy. I swear it!
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{Your initial ring is made out of his most recent homework assignment. It's frail, and one drop of water will break it. However, he meticulously folded it and it is the byproduct of many imperfect prototypes. The paper ring truly represents who Deuce is. It's rushed, fragile, and full of love}
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{He chooses a vintage ring. With both of your initials engraved on the center, he hopes that this ring attests to a promise no matter where you both are. It's rose-gold, not as bright as pure gold but still beautiful. The mixed color represents the different worlds you both come from, as well as your melded life}
Ace Trappolla
Ace tends to get comfortable, and when that happens it is difficult to ignite change. However, he is also headstrong. More than many give him credit for. So once the problem is identified, it's only a matter of time until he does something about it. What he does isn't necessarily always the best solution, sure; however, when threatened he will indeed act.
Initially Ace did not plan to find love. For a long time, he rejected it and passed his feelings off as a small crush. You're attractive, he's a man, a lil of this and a lil of that - who wouldn't feel a little heart throb once in a while? It only became an issue when you became one of his best friends. It felt like he was betraying you with these thoughts. They became a problem.
His first solution was to repress them further. Like stated, he noticed a problem and so he acted. Was this the best choice? No. It ended in a dumpster-fire. Any time another student even remotely expressed interest in you, Ace felt threatened. He couldn't spend time at your side without indecent thoughts popping up. Not like 'that' (geez, get your mind out of the gutter people), but more so domestic. Ick. What was happening?!
He couldn't hold it in, and his confession will forever be known as a feels-dump that started with you sharing half of your grilled-cheese with him because he missed lunch.
Yeah. Humiliating. Ugh.
Now you're his partner, of a long time. A very, very, very long time. Years post graduation. You both have settled into life together, so why tack a title? It's not like those mean anything, right? Everything was perfect as is, and weddings are expensive. You never brought it up either, so why worry?
Well, those titles do mean things in the eyes of the law. Ace never thought to get documentation about emergency contacts and whatnot updated. So when hit his head and got a concussion when jogging? The hospital wouldn't let you in. Not until he woke up, which was the longest four hours of your life.
You didn't express how much it bothered you, but words weren't necessary. The muted panic that you tried to hold back was enough. He expected you to enter his room angry, but instead all he got was defeat. That sight alone hurt worse than the leg.
The event got Ace thinking about things he hadn't in a long time - like marriage. He got too comfortable after letting the thought go once. To him, you were already irreplicable. Years do that, and he's certain that you feel the same way about him. If his young self could see him now...pah, he was such a turd. All 'I don't need anyone,' and empty words to play tough-guy. Little did he know that the person he would need the most in life was only a dimension-hop away haha.
It's that simple, really. No panic or nervousness. Ace decided definitively that he was going to marry you, and it only took years of being an airhead to figure it out.
He spends the night in the hospital for surveillance, and the staff is kind enough to prove you with a cot to sleep on. He stubbornly drags it next to his bed, and once you're sleeping soundly he 3slips a bandage over your ring finger to take the measurement
He planned to go buy the ring instantly after being discharged, but you wouldn't leave his side. Nagging about bed-rest and taking it easy...ugh! He needs to do this thing! No, he can't tell you about it. It's a secret!.....ugh, fine. One more day. Just because he loves the attention.
The next morning after, he's excitedly going to the nearest jewelers. He doesn't have a particular ring in mind, but he's done some research! It's the idea behind the ring that's important anyways....alright. Maybe he'll call up Cater.
Ace does nothing extravagant. He sticks to comfort. You, him, both eating dinner while watching a movie on the TV that evening. He quickly scarfs down his meal within the first 10 minutes and runs to your shared room after ditching his dishes. Stashed in his wallet, he pulls put the ring and hides it in his palm.
Ace tries to be smooth. He dims the living room lights, and sits down closer to you than before. He moves to take your hand with the one holding the ring, and sneak it on to your finger.
It fails, obviously. Who wouldn't notice someone trying to shove a piece of metal on their finger? You pull away on instinct, and the ring falls between the couch cushions. He freaks out for a moment and sifts through them as you continue to eat between giggles. Only when he holds the ring up in triumph do you quiet down.
"Not so funny now, is it? - Nah, just kidding. It was pretty funny....although I wanted this to be a bit more romantic. Eh. It's fine. From the look on your face, I'm guessing that you know what this is?...Uhh. Yeah. I thought it was a good time, y'know? We've been together so long that I already do think of you as my partner. I think you feel the same? Feel free to jump in if not....but, yeah. I love you. A lot. I'd really like to make it official, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get the guts to ask. Will you marry me?"
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{Tradition is for chumps. Ace wanted to get something fun and eye-catching. Many suggested otherwise, but this felt right. Your relationship has never been conventional and never will be. Hell, screw 'conventional,' because it's perfect as it is and so is this ring. He knows that this ring will draw your attention, and that's all he cares about}
End Note: None of the ring pictures are mine. I pulled them off of google images because - well, I had ideas and tried to find rings to match them. I write fanfic, not weld jewelry.
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mochasenby · 5 months
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𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚄𝚜
Valeria x F! Reader She’s your obsessive ex. You broke up with her after a harsh realization that she would literally kill for you. She’s been sending you flowers for months to win you back over. She won’t stop till she has you in her arms or beneath her.
Tags: face-sitting, cunnilingus, strap-on use
"You fucker!" Y/n snapped as the men roughly dragged her into the warehouse. Her body ached from the rough rope that wrapped around her limbs, immobilizing her from running away. Cold metal jammed harshly against her spine, making her wince.
"Watch your tone, bitch." A man snapped at her, forcing the gun to drag against her skin. Y/n yelped in pain, looking over her shoulder to glare at him. How did it end up like this?
Hours ago, Y/n stood alone in her kitchen, glaring at the bouquet on her counter—another bundle of red roses. She knew who sent them; she didn't even have to glance at the notecard. They were beautiful, in full bloom despite the harsh winter storm that brewed outside.
She grabbed the stems, noticing that each thorn had been meticulously twisted off except for one.
She quickly drew her hand back, cursing as a thorn pricked her palm. "Fuck." She hissed, snatching the bouquet and tossing it into the trash along with the rest. She grabbed the notecard, preparing to toss it, but paused.
She stared down at the gold ink, her thumb tracing over each detail. With a heavy sigh of defeat, she turned it over. But just before she could read whatever devotion of love and worship was written on it, a loud whack echoed as she fell to the floor.
Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw was a pair of boots that looked all too similar to a particular war criminal.
And that's how she ended up here, arms bound together with itchy rope that was so close to cutting off her circulation. And a pounding headache that made her want to shriek. She glared at the bald man who held her captive, wishing death upon him and his next of kin for generations.
Just before she could tell him off, a bullet flew through the air, lodging into the man's shoulder. It happened so quickly that Y/n could barely process it. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she stared in horror at the man. He writhed in agony on the ground, his hand cupping his oozing shoulder.
"Who do you think you are, pendejo? You think this is a game?" A hiss echoed as Y/n's heart raced. She knew that tone all too well.
"Valeria." Y/n whispered breathlessly as Valeria appeared from the shadows, gun in hand, and her eyes blazed with malice.
Valeria stepped closer, pressing the heel of her boot into the man's head. "Apologize, hijo de puta, or I'll blow your brains out." She uttered, moving the gun to tap against his cheek.
The man gritted his teeth before his eyes darted to Y/n. "I'm sorry."
A click echoed as Valeria moved to point the gun between his eyes. His body stiffened as he quickly scrambled onto his knees.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, El Sin Nombre!" He pleaded desperately as she scoffed.
"Get the fuck out." She hissed as the man scrambled off the floor, darting out of the warehouse alongside the rest of her men.
Valeria rolled her eyes, stuffing the gun into her hip pocket. Y/n watched in disbelief, her jaw agape. "What the fuck?" She whispered as Valeria's attention turned to her.
The malice quickly vanished, only to be filled with longing and adoration.
"Mi Vida," Valeria cooed, reaching to cup Y/n's face. Y/n flinched back, her body defensive from her touch.
"Valeria, what the fuck. Do you know how fucking crazy you are? Why the fuck did you kidnap me?!" She shouted in anger.
Valeria seemed unaffected by her words, the adoration in her eyes only shining brighter.
"You know exactly why, mi amor," Valeria uttered, her voice laced with desire and possessiveness.
"How long must this game of cat and mouse continue when I can just do this?" She reached out, her hand finally resting on Y/n's face.
A shudder ran down Y/n's spine. "Valeria, this isn't right. It's over between us."
Valeria's grip tightened on Y/n's chin, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Y/n's lips.
"No, mi amor, it's far from over," she whispered, her voice laced with determination. "You think you can walk away from me? Think again."
“You’re fucking crazy,” Y/n whispered, her harsh words causing Valeria's eyes to start to fill with annoyance.
“You killed a man without any regrets right in front of me, and you expect me to forget it ever happened?” Y/n uttered as Valeria tapped her lips.
"Regrets?" Valeria laughed, her voice dripping with venom. "That man meant nothing to me, mi amor. I did what I had to do to protect what's ours."
Her fingers trailed along Y/n jawline, her touch simultaneously gentle and possessive. "I killed for you, Y/n. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means getting my hands dirty."
Y/n stared at her in horror. She knew deep down that Valeria's love came with a dark side that frightened her. Valeria's love was obsessive. Valeria's love had no end to it. And she just happened to fall into Valeria's web. But no matter how far Y/n tried to run or how hard she struggled, she trapped herself even more.
The pull Valeria had on her was intoxicating. And something about the crazed look in her eyes made Y/n shudder. And Valeria knew it.
"You call me crazy, but look who's responding to my touch?" Valeria uttered, her hand moving to cup the base of Y/n's neck. She could feel the beats of Y/n's heart, how it raced from each glide of her fingers.
"Sabes que no puedes dejarme." Valeria cooed in her ear, her grip on Y/n's neck tightening just enough to make her gasp.
"You still want me," Valeria whispered as her gaze met Y/n's. Y/n stared at her with frustration and anger, yet hidden behind was want. As Valeria's lips brushed over her ear, she shuddered. The possessive grip she had on her neck made her knees almost buckle.
When was the last time they had been this close?
"I fucking hate you," Y/n spat, her hiss weak as Valeria's lips twitched upwards.
"No por mucho tiempo."
Y/n grunted as she was shoved, her back colliding with the mattress. The rope that still bound her arms ground against the bed, making her groan in pain. She stared up at Valeria with fierce eyes as Valeria straddled her thighs.
With a swift motion, Valeria reached down, her fingers deftly undoing the restraints that bound Y/n's hands.
"Now, mi amor," Valeria's voice dripped with authority, "Show me just how much you hate me." She mocked as Y/n's eye twitched.
"Bitch." Y/n whispered before she reached up, her hands gripping the edge of Valeria's shirt. Their lips crashed together in a passionate clash, a battle of dominance and desire.
It was a battle that Y/n quickly lost as Valeria kept her pinned beneath her. One of Valeria's hands wrapped around Y/n's neck, squeezing firmly enough to make Y/n's head spin. Her other hand slid beneath Y/n's shirt, her fingers skimming up her stomach toward the edge of her bra.
Y/n moaned beneath her, arching up into her touch. "Valeria," Y/n whispered breathlessly.
Valeria took the opportunity to press her tongue through the gap of Y/n's lips. Their tongues glided against one another as the kiss deepened. The need to breathe grew stronger as Y/n quickly broke the kiss, panting as Valeria smirked.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Valeria's hand slid lower, tracing the curve of Y/n's waist before slipping beneath the waistband of her pants. Her fingers danced along the edge of her panties, teasingly brushing against her sensitive skin.
Y/n's breath hitched, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as she arched into Valeria's touch. Valeria's lips brushed against Y/n's ear, her voice a low, seductive whisper.
"You're mine, mi amor. Every inch of you belongs to me."
Valeria's fingers slipped past the fabric of Y/n's panties, delving into her wetness. Valeria's eyes darkened at the feeling, the slickness of Y/n's arousal coating her fingertips. She began to explore and caress with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her touch growing more insistent and demanding.
Y/n's body trembled beneath her, her moans growing louder and more desperate. "Valeria--" Y/n gasped as Valeria's thumb traced her clit.
Valeria's grip on Y/n's neck tightened slightly, a silent reminder of her control. With each stroke of her fingers, she pushed Y/n closer to the edge, her gasps and moans filling the room.
But Valeria was not satisfied with just this. She wanted to push Y/n further, to make her beg and plead for release. With a wicked smile, she withdrew her hand from between Y/n's legs, leaving her gasping and on the brink of climax.
"Valeria!" Y/n cried out in frustration as Valeria moved her fingers to her lips. She lapped the fluids that coated her fingertips, her gaze turning hungry.
Her voice dripped with seduction as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over Y/n's ear. "Oh, mi amor, you have no idea how delicious you taste," she whispered, her words laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure.
Y/n's breathing grew uneven, a mix of desire and anticipation coursing through her veins. Valeria's hand trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake until it reached the apex of her thighs once again. Without warning, she plunged her fingers back into Y/n's wetness, resuming her relentless exploration.
The sensations overwhelmed Y/n, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, her body arching against Valeria's touch.
"Please, Valeria," she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation. "I need to come."
A wicked smile played on Valeria's lips as she quickened the pace of her fingers, her movements becoming more forceful and demanding. She reveled in the power she held over Y/n, how she could bring her to the brink and deny her release.
"I thought you hated me," Valeria mocked, causing a string of curses to leave Y/n's mouth.
"You'll come when you submit to me," Valeria hissed, moving her head lower. A cry left Y/n's lips as Valeria's tongue began lapping her clit with deliberate and needy strokes.
Y/n's hips bucked upward as Valeria forcefully held them down. Her lips wrapped around her clit before pushing her tongue deep into her folds. Y/n groaned in pleasure, her body buzzing with want. She could feel herself growing closer to the edge of release, but just before she tipped over--- Valeria pulled back, licking her lips.
A frustrated cry left Y/n's lips. "Please, Valeria," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "I need to come. I can't take it anymore."
Valeria's eyes darkened as she reached upwards, grabbing Y/n roughly by her neck. She yanked her closer, their bodies practically grinding against one another.
"Louder," she demanded, her voice low and commanding. "Beg for me, puta."
"Please-- Fuck I-- I just want to come. I'll stay with you and stop running away; just please let me come." Y/n begged with teary eyes.
Valeria's eyes darkened as she roughly pressed Y/n down, straddling her thighs. "You sound so needy, preciosa," She cooed, moving back to spread Y/n's legs.
"I've imagined so many different ways I could have you beneath me again, crying and begging for me," Valeria muttered, her nails tracing Y/n's thighs. Valeria moved back, her hands pulling her pants down, along with her panties.
Y/n's breath hitched as Valeria climbed on top of her, pressing her deeper against the mattress. "You want to cum, mi amor? You'll have to earn it." Valeria uttered.
Y/n stared up at Valeria before it clicked in her head. She moved back, propping herself on a pillow. She reached forward and pulled Valeria closer. Valeria smirked and raised her hips as they hovered over Y/n's face.
"Go on, prove yourself," Valeria uttered as Y/n swallowed thickly.
Without hesitation, Y/n leaned forward, her tongue darting out to flick against Valeria's clit. A hiss escaped Valeria's lips, her hands tangling in Y/n's hair.
Valeria's grip tightened in Y/n's hair, guiding her movements. Y/n surrendered herself to Valeria's control, a moan leaving her lips as Valeria yanked at her hair.
Valeria rocked her hips, grinding against Y/n's mouth. "Good girl," Valeria hissed as Y/n's tongue traced patterns. Y/n's hands gripped Valeria's thighs, holding her in place as she continued to worship her with her mouth.
"Meirda." Valeria moaned, feeling her thighs begin to tremble slightly. She looked down and let out a breathless laugh. She yanked Y/n's hair, causing a cry to leave her lips.
"Look at me," Valeria uttered as their gazes met.
"You look so pretty like this," Valeria cooed, grinding herself on Y/n's tongue. Y/n shuddered at the praise, her hands cupping Valeria's hips to pull her closer. The ache between her legs was so intense she had to fight the urge to move her hand down.
And, of course, Valeria noticed as her eyes flashed with amusement. "You don't get to touch yourself, not yet." She whispered.
Y/n whimpered at the denial, her body aching with need. Her tongue worked fervently against Valeria's throbbing clit, forcing a moan from Valeria's lips.
Valeria's movements became more urgent, her hips grinding against Y/n's mouth with a fierce intensity. She felt her climax building, the coil of pleasure tightening within her core.
"You're doing so well, mi preciosa," Valeria moaned. "Make me come; show me how much you want it."
Encouraged by Valeria's words, Y/n intensified her efforts, tongue flicking and swirling with a newfound determination. She could feel Valeria's grip on her hair tighten further, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
And then, with a shuddering gasp, Valeria's orgasm crashed over her. Her body trembled, her walls clenching around Y/n's tongue as waves of pleasure washed over her. Y/n panted heavily as Valeria raised her hips, allowing her the oxygen to return to her lungs.
Yet as soon as she got it, the air in her lungs seemed to vanish as Valeria reached into the dresser next to them and pulled out a strap-on.
"Oh." The only word left her lips as Valeria grabbed and yanked her closer. Valeria smirked, her eyes darkening with hunger as she fastened the strap-on securely around her hips.
Valeria moved closer, her hands caressing Y/n's thighs, spreading them wide open. Her fingers danced along the slick folds, teasing and testing Y/n's readiness.
"You look so pretty beneath me," Valeria uttered before pressing the strap tip in. Y/n let out a choked moan, her eyes widening at the intrusion.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her body convulsing in painful pleasure as their hips slotted together.
"Open your eyes," Valeria hissed, pulling out slowly before setting a rough pace.
Y/n quickly obeyed as tears began rolling down her cheeks. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Y/n's body, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding and the echo of Y/n's wails.
Y/n's nails clawed into the sheets, her body arching to meet Valeria's thrusts, craving more. "V-Valeria!" She sobbed as Valeria's hand connected with her neck once more. The sensation of being filled and stretched by Valeria's strap-on was overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
She squeezed before bringing their faces closer together. "You can't ever leave me, my love," She whispered before crashing their lips together.
Valeria's pace quickened, her thrusts growing more forceful and demanding. Y/n's body trembled with each thrust, her pleasure mounting with each passing second. She could feel the coil of ecstasy tightening within her, the need for release growing unbearable.
"Valeria," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Please, let me come. I can't-- I can't do it anymore--"
Valeria's grip tightened on Y/n's hips, her thrusts becoming more relentless. "Beg for it."
Y/n's body ached with both pleasure and frustration, her desperate pleas filling the room. She begged and pleaded for Valeria to grant her release, her voice filled with raw need.
Valeria's eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and control as she continued to thrust into Y/n. But as the intensity of their connection grew, Valeria could feel her climax building. The coil of pleasure within her grew tighter, driving her closer to the brink.
With a final thrust, Valeria couldn't hold back any longer. She let out a moan of Y/n's name, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy. The sight and sound of Valeria finding her release was enough to push Y/n over the edge.
Y/n's body tensed, pleasure consuming her as her orgasm washed over her in a powerful wave. She cried out Valeria's name, her voice a mix of ecstasy and satisfaction. They stilled for a few moments as Y/n panted heavily.
Tears were still streaming down her face as she felt Valeria's hand wipe them away.
"Nothing could ever separate us, Y/n." She uttered, leaning closer to press their lips together once more.
"Aún en la muerte, siempre serás mía."
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riizeandshine · 2 months
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BREAD EATS BREAD
Jeongin was your first everything; it was your turn to do some firsts for your boyfriend on his special day.
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bf!Jeongin x gn!Reader Genre — Fluff, Crack, Suggestive Warnings — Cursing ? Word Count — 1.6k —̳͟͞͞♡Author's Note: Happy birthday to our Maknae on Top AKA Jeongin. We love you so much, Innie! Credits: Brown ribbon divider by @chachachannah
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On this rare day, Jeongin is able to do his birthday live as early as he can to get to the company and then he is free to do whatever the hell he wants. So this morning, Jeongin jumped out of bed as soon as he heard the alarms go off, threw on any outfit, gave you a kiss on your head and went straight to the company to get it over with. Afterall, his other half is still asleep. 
Or so he thought. Peeking one eye out from the covers, you panned the room to make sure he was really gone. You threw off the blanket that Jeongin had tucked you into and made your way to the bathroom to get ready for the biggest surprise you were going to execute. 
When you finished in the bathroom, you headed to your office where you hid Jeongin’s surprises. Beige-colored balloons crowded the entrance to the door as you opened the door slowly. You were surprised that Jeongin hadn’t opened the door because you could clearly see obstructions from the other side of the door. It literally looked like you were recreating the movie ‘Up’ in the small 10x10 room. You had to grab handfuls of the balloons by their strings to get the room to somewhat clear up. Not to mention, you also had to kick some from the floor as they were blown by your own oxygen. Although blowing up balloons last night gave you a massive headache, your living room is now beautifully filled with brown, beige and cream colored balloons.
Stage 1 was complete and it was time for stage 2— put up the banners and get one of his birthday meals ready. You got clear thumb tacks to hold up the “Happy Birthday Jeongin!” banner that had little drawings of bread on it. It hung in a crescent shape on the wall above the couch amongst the other balloons. 
It was now time to pick up the order from Jeongin’s favorite bakery. Yes, the bakery was an hour away from Seoul, but he absolutely loved it there. There was something about the crispness of the croissants and the moist cakes that made him bring them back home every time he visited. But with a constant busy schedule, it was nearly impossible to get them even when he craved them so much (Which he would not shut up about). 
You locked up the apartment to catch the soonest train. You were going to do anything to make sure he gets the best on his special day.
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Once the train stopped, you swear you were running up the escalator to get his goodies. Then, it caught your eye. A bouquet of flowers laying on a plastic table captures your attention. It would be stupid to walk away and ignore these flowers right now so you could beat Jeongin before he comes home. Reaching for your wallet, you grab the bunch and present them to the old couple selling them.
“May I purchase this, please?” You pant, shakily handing them the bouquet. One of them takes the bouquet to wrap. “What’s the occasion, kid?” He asks with eyes focused on wrapping the flowers in a brown cellophane with a white ribbon. 
“It’s my boyfriend’s birthday”
“He’s a lucky guy, I see” 
“I think I’m the lucky one”
The man hands you the finished product with a smile. “Love is a great gift. Happy birthday to your partner”. You left the stand and thanked them continuously. When you were walking away, you found yourself looking down at your flowers and back at the couple who sold you the flowers.
Maybe in years time, you and Jeongin would be like them, selling god-knows-what. Just simply living the rest of your years together.
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Though flowers were not on your list, you were grateful that you got them. It didn’t interfere with picking up the baked treats and you were still on time to catch the train back home. Jeongin was still on live playing some kind of game that the staff put him up to. You continued to watch his live on the train until you got home to keep an eye on him. 
Finally being able to do the finishing touches for his mini surprise party, Jeongin texts you. 
Innie: On my way back home! You up, my baby? 
Innie: What should we do today ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Y/n: Just come home, baby boy >;)
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Jeongin was on the other side of the door. He didn't know why you were being so suspicious yet he still listens to you and comes home. He slowly pushed the numbers on the door’s keypad and pushed the door open.
“SUUUUUURPRISE, INNIE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY BOY!!!”  You hop into his arms that were wide open. The amount of light entering your home was giving the sun a run for its money. You both smiled from ear to ear as guys hugged each other so tightly. He was caught off guard seeing the balloon bakery you made the living room into. It made him laugh so hard. 
“THANK YOU!” He shouts playfully, setting you back down. “How did you even do all of this while I was gone?” 
“I have my ways… Oh and these flowers… they’re for you!” You briefly went into the kitchen and handed him the bouquet. If his eyes weren’t already so filled with happiness, the flowers did it 100 times more. He brought the assorted flora to his nose then wiped away a tear from his eyes. 
“Wow… I don’t— I don’t know what to say” Your hand reaches to his cheek to brush the fading trail from the tear. “That’s not all, birthday boy”. You skipped to the kitchen again with the white box. It didn’t take him long to realize what it was. "TAADAAA!!" He covers his face with his hands and giggles. 
“You remembered?” 
“How could I forget when my boyfriend misses his favorite snack everyday?” You open the box and take one of the croissants out. “Ahhh” You say, holding it in front of his mouth. He opens his mouth and bites the whole thing. He closes his eyes and takes in the crispy, buttery taste. “I forgot how good this was” 
You watch his croissant-filled cheeks move up and down as he chews. You pressed a soft kiss on his lips, not being able to contain your admiration for the boy. It didn’t help that a few crumbs sprinkled the corners of his mouth that had to kiss away as well. Savoring the last bits of the piece he ate, he takes your hand to the living room. 
“What am I gonna do with you? Look at all this, baby” He smiles, hitting balloons all across the room.
“Do you like it?”
He scoffs, “Like it? I love it!” Jeongin hits a balloon towards your face which does land. Squinting your eyes, you challenge him. You get a balloon and chase him around the living room.  Jeongin kicks the floor balloons in your way to slow you down but it doesn’t work. You’ve trapped him back to the couch where you straddle him and rub the balloon on his hair, making him electric. You stick your finger close to his exposed arms and halt. 
“DON’T ZAP ME!” He whines.
“Then I will eat you instead!!!!” A little playful nom nom on your boyfriend’s shoulder never felt better. You only bit softly at his skin. 
“AHHHH STOP!! IT TICKLES!!!” He squealed and squirmed. 
“NO!”
“Hehehehehehehe” 
Gently tugging his skin away, you let go and look at him with a pout. He mirrors you and sticks out his tongue. 
“It’s my birthday. You’re supposed to listen to me”
“No, you’re supposed to sit back and have fun!”
“Do you want me to get another balloon?”
“Say that again, birthday boy and you’re not getting your birthday kisses” He gasps dramatically, covering his mouth as if he was given the most shocking news in his life.
“How could you?!”
“Do you want your kisses, yes or no?”
“Why would I say no?”
“Oh my god, just come here and shut up” 
Jeongin giggles as he puts his hands on your waist before you lean in to kiss his lips.“Make sure it’s 23… or more if you want” 
“Shhhh, birthday boy”
He could kiss you all day. It just makes him feel so warm and gleeful. While you give him a breather from his birthday smooches, his mind goes somewhere else when his eyes start to look around the room during . No one has ever put this much effort for him. The thought of getting flowers that he liked, getting the best baked treats of all time that he craved so much, getting up early to flip the house into a bakery baffled him. How could someone love him this much? The day barely even got started! 
“...21…22…23! 23 kisses of love for my love” You exclaimed. You move off to the side of him and lean your head onto his shoulder. Jeongin takes your hand in his and rests it on his thigh. 
“Y/n, thank you”
“No, thank you for being on this planet”
“Seriously though… I can’t believe this is all for me”
“It’s because you deserve this. You deserve this and more”
“Oh yeah? Does that mean you’ll do this for me every day?”
“Is this a proposal that you want to marry me?”
“I’ll marry you. You know that”
Jeongin leans his head against yours, settling in the moment of comforting silence that now surrounds you two. Jeongin can’t wrap his head around this amount of love. He can’t wait to see what else the day entails. 
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One Day : Chapter 5
Azriel x reader, based on the Netflix series by the same name
a/n: I haven't forgotten about AFAS but this one is so comforting to write. Also a master post for this series sis on my todo list I just haven;t gotten around to it.
warnings: canon typical mentions of violence, a lil fluff
Word count: 1.6k
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You were sitting beside Elain as you had done every morning since the Archeron sisters had arrived at the Night Court. She was no better than yesterday or the day before that. She ate very little and she was almost fighting against breathing. You had never seen anything like it, her body perfectly healthy but her mind… you imagined she was filled with rage and sorrow and grief for her past life. Not that she gave you much of an indication.
Being with Elain was calming in a way, she didn’t move much. You encouraged her to change positions every so often so her muscles wouldn’t atrophy but that was it. Sometimes you thought that your friends assigned you to her because of how Azriel arrived from Hybern. How he was seconds away from death. How you could only say “but I just got you back” over and over as you and Madja worked on his wounds. How you didn’t sleep for days until his eyes opened. How flashes of his too pale skin would cause you to crumble because he looked like a corpse and if Azriel was gone… 
So you painted Elain’s nails,  braided her hair and told her stories of Feyre when she first arrived at the Night Court. You reassured her that she would be back soon and that the three sisters would be safe in Velaris. 
Your favorite story to tell her was of how her sister freed the fae from Amarantha’s reign. How, because of her blood and kin, peace was within grasp. You told her how it felt when Amarantha died and magic returned and the sky at the Dawn Court glittered with the colors of the rainbow. How Thesan arrived at his palace and told everyone in his court of the brave girl who saved them. You told her that you had basically given up hope because if salvation lay in someone falling in love with Tamlin... 
“I only saw him once or twice during the reign but he was the most un-charismatic male I have ever met, we’re lucky Feyre has such a beautiful heart.” 
You didn’t tell her that when you returned to your cottage after the announcement and the initial euphoria there was a tall male with giant wings standing at your door. His head turning the instant a shadow told him you had arrived. 
“I thought maybe you moved.” 
You couldn’t tell her that you ran and wrapped your arms around him. The last fifty years had been an ocean and, just then, you finally found your lifeline. He hugged your shoulders, bringing his head to the crook of your neck and breathed in your unchanging scent. 
After minutes of the embrace that put your heart back together you pulled away and inspected his face. Perfect. He was absolutely perfect. “Az… you’re here.” 
He nodded and grabbed your hands, noticing the way his thumb brushed over your ring finger. 
“Rhys is back home… and I had to make sure you were…” 
“I’m fine, the last five decades have been hell, but I’m fine. What about you?”
“I’ve wanted to say I’m sorry for so long, what I said that day-” 
“I know. You don’t have to apologize.” 
“I do. I was jealous and foolish and it has haunted me ever since.” 
“It’s alright Az, I just… I’m so happy you’re here.” 
The version of events Elain got was “once Thesan returned I knew someone would come for me.” 
You told her how Feyre also had a difficult time with being turned fae, that it was fine for her to take her time to heal. 
After lunch there would be a knock on the door. Sometimes it would be Nesta, sometimes Madja, sometimes Rhys but today it was Azriel. He had made a complete recovery and would often keep you company while you were with Elain. 
He handed you a bouquet of flowers. “Happy anniversary.” 
You felt your cheeks redden at the gesture. “You know it’s not until tomorrow.” 
“I felt like starting the celebrations early, you know, to make up for lost time.” Rolled your eyes as he grabbed your free hand, “come on.” 
Just then Nesta walked into the room, a novel tucked under her arm. “I can stay, y/n, go on.”
“Where are we going?” You asked as Azriel picked you up and launched into the sky. 
“You’ll see in a few minutes.” 
You landed on a little cove by the Sidra. “I figured you needed a break from the house.” You nodded and sat on the shore, your feet just touching the water. Gentle waves lapping at your legs. He sat down next to you. 
“You never told me what actually happened with Lenus.” 
“We just stopped loving each other… and he cheated.”
Azriel looked like you had just said something ridiculous “Lenus cheated on you?”
A nod “yep.”
“Lenus, glasses Lenus? Lenus the scribe?” 
“She was also a scribe. Get this, I caught them in the library.” 
“No you did not.”
“I most certainly did. Anyways, after that I put everything of his in a box and threw it away. Haven’t heard from him since.” 
“If I ever see him again, I’ll kill him.” 
“You don’t have to kill him, just remind me to never date a scribe ever again, please.” 
“Noted.”  
“Have you ever dated someone in the last fifty years?”
“No.” 
“Really?” You raise a brow at him. 
“We had to keep the court running, I was busy.”
“Yeah, yeah… Az?” 
“Do you think you have a mate?” He looked up and thought about it. 
“I hope I do, but who knows.”
“I’m afraid I don’t.” 
“Why?”
“Well I’ve been alive for so long and I haven’t felt it yet. But the Archerons were turned and immediately found theirs.” 
“But Rhys was over 500 when he met Feyre, so… there’s still hope. You’re what? 499? Still have one year to find them.” 
You splashed water on him “you’re so dumb sometimes.” 
You spent the rest of the day in the cove. But even the longest day of the year had to end so when the sun was setting, Azriel flew to your apartment. “Home sweet home.” He said as he put you down. 
“I haven’t been here in weeks, there’s nothing to eat.”
“Let's go to a restaurant then.” Azriel grabbed your hand and led you to a small place at the end of your street. You always came here when you wanted something with noodles. You were led by an employee to your usual table, a small booth near the back. Just big enough for Azriel to fit comfortably but hidden away from curious fae. 
You ordered what you always get and so did Azriel. While you waited for the food you took Azriel’s hand in yours, feeling his pulse, confirming it. “I still can’t believe you’re alive.”
That arrow was straight through his chest. 
“It’s going to take a lot more to kill me.” 
You lifted your gaze to meet his. His breath caught in his throat at the intensity, like a switch had flipped. “Promise me I’ll die first.” 
The air got thicker and Azriel’s wings tensed. “What?”
“I can’t watch you die Az, I- I won’t survive it. So just promise me I’ll die first.” He grabbed your hand with both of his. 
“It's ok. See? You patched me up good as new.” He wasn’t getting it. Tears began to pool in your eyes as you pleaded. 
“Azriel-” you said so low he could barely hear it “please…” He saw your chest heaving and  knew what was happening. So he pulled you next to him with both arms and made a shield with his wings and shadows. “Breathe, y/n. I’m right here. I’m right here.” 
You were sobbing now, clutching his leathers as if he would float away. He held you firm against his chest. His heart a little faster than normal, but steady. It was the greatest symphony and the most beautiful prose. You kept your ear pressed against his chest. He was mumbling “I’m here, I’m ok, It’s alright.” Over and over. 
You were back in your apartment now. Azriel had asked for the food to go and brought you back home. So now you sit on your couch, the food getting cold on the coffee table. Hugging your knees to your chest as Azriel draws circles on your back.  The crying stopped a while ago. The mortification on the other hand… You hid your face in your knees. “I’m embarrassed.” 
“Why? At least you didn’t have a panic attack in the middle of a one night stand.” He attempted to joke. 
“I always keep it together.”
“You don’t have to.” 
“It just- it keeps me awake at night, the arrow right through your chest. Your heart-” a gulp “I could feel your heart desperate for relief, the ash and the blood loss put so much of a strain on it- you didn’t see how close you were to being gone and- I close my eyes and I see you on that table limp and-” You hadn't spoken with him about any of this. He woke up and you were your usual self, if a bit sleep deprived. 
“I never thanked you” , his hands still drawing circles on your back,“thank you for healing me.”
“Anytime Az,” you lift your face from your knees and give him something that resembles a smile. With his thumb he brushes away a few tears and some strands of hair stuck on your face. “Are you hungry?”
You nod. 
“Then let's eat.”
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Goo, Jake, Eugene and Samuel with rich reader whose love language is gift giving!!
Awww this is sooo cutee!! Tysm for the request anon soo we shall get started!
Gun, Goo, Jake, Eugene, Samuel x rich reader ||
Gun Park
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As discreet as Gun likes to be, his love language is something more sophisticated but savoury. And as much as he loves money, he would love to spoil you.
But when he found gifts randomly appearing in his room out of nowhere, you being the bigger spoon and paying for everything at a date. He would've never expected it.
His first impression of your love language was... weird, he was genuinely freaked out. He thought only he could do that. And him being the one receiving all that? Unbelievable.
He was flustered. His ears were all red and there was visible flush on his cheeks. he was a literal mess.
"W-whys this all here?.. " he asked you with a visible frown on his face, but he was literally blushing at the same time.
But anyway, he does love you a lot and so he accepts the gifts even if he feels that ‘weird’ feeling in his stomach when he receives them.
Kim Jongoo
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One word: Material Girl 🗣️‼️
Okay but, he really loves to spoil you, whatever you like, or have a preference for, he'll get it for you right then and there.
He's got his love for money, and all that money, so why should he not spend it on you? Since you're his pookie bear, sweetheart, darling, honey bun, sweet kins and what not (holy shit he's got a lot of nicknames for you damn)
But... When he caught a glimpse of gifts in his own room, on his bed, on the dressing table, heck even inside his closet, that man's face turned crimson red.
His hands were shaky, his face was sweaty, and he was all flustered mess. Just what did you do to that poor man? (Obviously made him kinda submissive)
"What the heck? She could do that too?!?" That, was his first thought.
Maybe you should've taken a pic of him like that, he looked adorable, like a new core memory unlocked.
But from time to time, as you continue doing so, he will get used to your love language, and it might transform into his own (maybe it was before too, but it'll have more love and affection than before)
So as you both keep gifting eachother expensive gifts, there will be occasional small gifts too, not necessarily expensive, but to make the moment precious and memorable.
Jake Kim
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Jake kim, is a man of his word, He loves to do anything that can make you fall deeper for him, anything that can get you guys even closer than before.
So he doesnt spoil you with money so often in terms of expensive gifts, yet he does spoil you in a different way. Little gifts like a love letter or a card, bouquet of flowers or a pretty rose quartz bracelet, if you are passionate about something, this man will do it all for you.
But he never expected you to spoil him with your money. he was in shock, and the flush on his face? he looked adorable, like when you call a kid ‘good boy’, that was how shy he had gotten.
He was all over the place worrying and asking you how much it all costed, and why did you do that in the first place? he doesnt deserve all this does he? (well he does and deserves even more)
“y/n!!! w-why would you gift me these?! Oh my god, It mustve costed you a lot right?” He asked you in panic, and all you could do was kiss him on his nose gently, to let him know you did this because you love him.
often theres times when Jake is with the Gang (Sinu, Brad, Jason, Jerry, Lineman and Luah) and suddenly he finds expensive gifts at his place out of thin air. And the gang is all over him, teasing him, and hes in the corner blushing and hiding his face like an idiot.
what a cutie honestly, you should spoil him more just to see his soft side show up.
Eugene
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As mysterious and unpredictable as our beloved President Eugene is, he actually does like spoiling you a lot and occasionally you’ll find him doing so.
Since you’re his lover, he actually enjoys to spend money on everything you want, or have a liking for, no matter how much its costing him.
But he actually doesn’t mind you spoiling him back, he enjoys that as well, since he really loves you, he doesn’t mind being spoiled by you.
He very well acknowledges that it is your love language, and so he doesnt interfere in that matter, and lets you do whatever you want to with your money so if you wanna spoil him? go ahead, hes very pleased to be spoiled by you.
However, he does let you know that sometimes its a bit too much, in case you’re actually overspending. (hes very gentle with his words when it comes to you)
He's not one to brag about the gifts he often receives from you, but he does wear your gifts more than often to let you know he appreciates your love for him, and that he belongs to you. (And vice-versa)
Samuel Seo
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Samuel, doesn't quite believe in spoiling someone with money. It's not that he cannot, he just doesn't resonate with the idea of it.
Yet often, he can find himself spending money on something you like, it happens as a repulsive act. Also Because he's way too deep in love with you.
Yet the for the first time ever, he had seen small gifts on the table besides his bed, he was surprised and shocked.
In disbelief, and to confirm, he asked you where you got these from, in case if they were actually yours and you placed them there 'accidentally'.
But when you told him those were actually for him, his expression was priceless.
For the first time he had blushed so loudly, with his ears becomes so red like a tomato, he couldn't even speak properly. So much that he actually had to hide his face.
Keep gifting him more, he might get used to it, but he'll still feel butterflies in his stomach everytime he would receive them. (Which he doesn't talk about a lot, he prefers to act serious af all the time, but you'd still know)
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Could you write fic about Aemond form House of the Dragon x OC Rheayneras “strong” daughter
As Beautiful As Endless | Aemond Targaryen x Reader Description: Queen Alicent arranges a marriage between you and her second son as an insult to your mother, Princess Rhaenyra, failing to understand that she just created more discord upon her kin.
Her grandfather favored her more than her brothers and cousins, but that didn't meant that she was immune to the taunts of Kinglanding. Heck, it only meant that she was their target.
It wasn't a surprise to her that Queen Alicent arranged a marriage between her and her uncle, Aemond. Although she never expected to marry a second-son, it was much better than no one at all. Prince Aemond was always kind to her when they were children. He was always her solace when Aegon's taunts became too much to bare.
She casts him a glance as he hands her a fallen flower. "I expect that you're going back to Dragonstone after our wedding." he comments as she frowns lightly. "Why would I return to Dragonstone?" she questions as he shrugs.
"I don't suppose that you'd stay here with me. You hate it here." he remarks as he gives her another piece of flower for the bouquet. She chuckles lightly, not realizing that Aemond wanted her to comfort him.
"You hate it here too," she chuckles and he nods in agreement. He did hate the Capital, he hated having to hide his eye at court in fear of making his mother hate him, and he was tired of walking around eggshells with his family.
"At least I try hiding it," he replied as they continue walking towards the rose garden. Rhaenyra's only daughter was renowned for being beautiful — some even say that she was a carbon copy of Queen Rhaenys. To offer her hand to Prince Aemond was an insult, and her mother knew that.
But there were certain compromises when it came to avoiding war. "Which is why we should go to Dragonstone. So there'd be no need to hide." she implied as she picks a flower and places it inside a basket. Princess Helaena loved the nature, bugs, and flowers. Y/N hopes to offer it to her to gain her favor.
"And lose everything I've built here?" he scoffs and she turns towards him with a glare, watching as the color drains away from his face. "I'd give up anything if it meant living a peaceful life, away from Aegon and his drama." she hummed in response as she continued placing flowers of lilac and roses inside the basket.
He chuckles, remembering the times when his mother would scold his brother for his stupidity. "Everything?" he asked and she nodded. In another life, she would've been a florist — carefully taking care of plants. But in this life, she was a princess whose only duty was to marry and bare children. Because there was no chance in hell that she would rule, or ever become Queen.
"Everything, that's what I mean." she continued, walking forward and only stopping when she realizes that he's stopped. "Are you alright?" she asks and he nods. "Dragonstone sounds amazing," he replied mysteriously as he began walking towards her.
Taking the basket from her hand and placing it on his right arm.
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Bouquet for c!Tommy to c!Dream with themes of resentment and betrayal
Red dahlias symbolising betrayal with purple petunias symbolising resentment and anger
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In my world, in a BETTER world, Weems survives the Nightshade injection.
Maybe its cuz Thornhill/Laurel didn't make it right or diluted it wrong. Maybe its cuz Weems was able to shapeshift her veins/arteries to stop the bloodflow to her heart. Maybe Wednesday was quick enough, vigilant enough, to knock Thornhill aside so not all of the poison had been injected.
However it happens, when Wednesday tells the police/fire department/emts when they arrive that Weems is dead in the greenhouse, rescue finds her barely clinging to life. They immediately rush her to the hospital for treatment and she survives, but remains in a coma.
The Addams make the trek to pick up Wednesday and also to visit Weems in the hospital. Morticia and Gomez were distraught when they heard the news of everything that had happened, but seeing one of their best friends from school in such a condition truly shakes them. And its made even worse when they learn Larissa has no family and no next of kin; no one is coming to see her, no one to be there for her when she recovers, and no one she can turn to.
Obviously they take up that mantel quite immediately.
They move her to a hospital closer to the Addams estate, hiring specialists and the best staff to care for her until she wakes. They visit her offten and Morticia always brings a bouquet of fresh cut rose stems to keep at her bedside.
Its the rose stems Weems recognizes when she finally wakes up some months later. Morticia used to keep several rose bushes on their balcony back in school and she'd know those flowerless thorns anywhere.
Gomez and Morticia arrive just after she awakes, having dropped everything when they got the call. And when they walk into the room, Gomez with relieved tears in his eyes and his megawatt smile, and Morticia holding a single white rose (flower and all), Larissa breaksdown crying, overwhelmed by the rush of love she feels all over again; as if the past few decades never even happened and they're all just young dumb hopelessly romantic teenagers again.
When Weems is fit to be released for in-home care, the Addams insist she reside with them. At first she tries to refuse, but even her stubbornness is no match for the Addams charm (and by the Devil are they persistent!) She stays with them for a while, fitting in seemlessly with the rest of the household routine, and keeps herself up-to-date on the revival of Nevermore (apparently the new headmaster is not well liked by the staff or students, and Wednesday is giving him a wonderfully terrible time (she is secretly proud and very amused by this)).
Long story short, the Addams end up courting their bisexual-disaster high school friend/turned housemate until Weems returns to Nevermore to reclaim her school from the villainous headmaster who tried to take her place.
(Also she needed to give her heart a break bcuz when an Addams goes after something, its all or nothing, and having two of them pursue her was enough to nearly send her back to the grave!)
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