#mmmm future plans

[commaclear]

[she took the kids au] -- so about four to five months after fundy "left",,, a lot changed. wilbur now worked from home. techno came by often, he never really spoke about work, he made sure to leave out fundy especially in conversation. wilbur spends his day either in his bed working, playing a pretty acoustic guitar quackity had bought him for their anniversary. sometimes tommy comes and plays video games with him after school. he likes life now,,, well as much as you can when 4/7 days a week you cry yourself to sleep. quackity always stops by 2 or 3 days to spend the night. sometimes they watch a movie and cuddle,, other times a little more than that. one morning the two wake up, smiling tiredly and exchanging heavenly soft kisses. "mmm,,, wil, its Monday,," "cant you call in a sub?" "I gotta save those days for emergencies,,," quackity kissed wilburs forehead. "slimes over at karls this week,,, so I can come Tuesday night how about that?" wilbur thought for a second like he had an actual schedule, "yeah that sounds nice," he sat up and grabbed quackitys phone to give him, "we can meet at the bar, maybe catch a movie!" he suggested "I love that!" quackity tied his tie and folded up the pajamas he wore last night.

the two walked out the house and over to quackitys car, wilbur missing the concerned look from his brother and phil. Quackity buckled in his car and spoke to wilbur causally about their Wednesday night plans. "so 5 sounds good?" quackity whispered to wilbur

"yeah, thats good with me." wilbur smiled and leaned closer to quackity

"maybe dress up a lil bit, you could wear that shirt I always like,,," quackity drew closer and closer towards wilbur and stared at his lips. "you gonna give me a goodbye kiss or,,,?" wilbur smiled and quackity kissed him lovingly the two pulled away laughing, quackity looked up into wilburs eyes, soon sending a worried look to the eyebags becoming more and more apparent.

wilbur watched quackity drive off. As he headed inside, he noticed techno giving him a strange glance. "what?" "nothing" "do you have something to say?" "nope, you can head upstairs because I'm perfectly fine." wilbur felt that angry feeling creep up, ignoring phils look telling him to go upstairs and sleep in. "no I think you're upset about something," wilbur walked towards what I cant feel a little happy while drowning in a pit of despair?"

"im not against you being happy wilbur, im just making sure this isn't some spiral you're taking quackity for a ride in"

"excuse me?!" "he left four and a half months ago wil, there's no way you've just- completely moved on from that!" techno huffed, " and quackitys got enough stress right now! " "I know that! and were both fine! why cant you just leave me alone and stay out of me and my boyfriends business!" "not when its causing my dad and my family stress!" "techno-" phil pleaded. "wha-" wilbur looked over to phil, "what stress am I causing you?! i work, I eat, I sleep, and do everything I can to help you around!" "wilbur its okay, I'm not stressed over you," phil turned to techno, "please, don't start this now." "what? i cant be a genius or a prodigy so I'm just a stress hazard for everyone!? yeah I know having a 30 year old that still lives with his dad and isn't allowed to have any contact with his kid isn't such a great footnote during interviews!" wilbur yelled "wilbur! you know that's not true!" phil stood up in anger. "yeah I'm sure its not! its definitely not the reason you haven't spoken jack shit about technos new book deal!" wilbur started to starom upstairs "Language! tommy right here" techno yelled "oh fuck you!" wilbur screamed before he slammed his door. techno sat back in his seat and huffed. wilbur grabbed one of his pillows and muffled the biggest scream ever before punching it aggressively. He fell onto his bed and curled up, feeling significantly colder than he did just 30 minutes ago.

*hand trembling with either pain or excitement, I slowly hand you a cheap souvenir mood ring*

#mmmm future plans #anons my beloved #hi thirsty im dad #htid she took the kids au

[glazenewt]

Realllllly happy with how this came out !!! Can't wait for the dlc to come out mmmm. Super planning on making this a print in the future!!!

#splatoon #splatoon fanart #etsy #splatoon 3 #agent 8 #splatoon agent 8 #agent 8 fanart #side order #splatoon side order #splatoon side order fanrat #THANK YOU FOR 1+ K NOTES?????

[babsisbakery]

Should have listened

Leila Ouahabi x fem!reader

For @sleekswosobession, my mate, happy birthday soldier

A day off for your professional athlete girlfriend. You'd expected her to lay in bed with you and get some extra cuddles from you. Usually she's up far too early for your liking, which results in less physical contact in the morning. She's a morning person, you not exactly. You could wake up and start your day at an ungodly hour but do you want to? Mmmm not really. There’s just something about laying in your fresh sheets at sunrise looking through your massive window. Enjoying the calmness, listening to birds chatter and soft music playing in the background, yeah Leila loves her Spanish music while she's in the shower. Honestly you would join her but that requires getting out of bed. It's too peaceful to destroy the silent moment to yourself. Besides, she showers twice a day, such a maniac. At least she moisturises her skin after every shower. Meaning: her skin is suuuper soft and you can't get enough of it. You don't have to join her in every shower, only every second. But let's not get into these hot and steamy sessions. 

Your extraordinary girlfriend had a plan for the day. Her mind was made up days ago. At first you tried to persuade her to be lazy with you but she's an athlete. There's almost nothing more thrilling than exercising for her. She loves it and it shows. Her abs: WOW.  AND her biceps, chefs kiss. 

Her idea warmed up to you as the days proceeded, you were looking forward to it. She was mindful and chose an intermediate path. Not too exhausting but it's not a walk in the park either. You were both going hiking, yay. To be fair the route looked manageable and you were certain you'd smash this. Leila repeatedly told you, you'd love it. She wouldn't budge from this hike, whatever you said. But you were stubborn thus you kept your joy about the hike a bit more to yourself. She couldn't be right every single time, someone had to tame her ego. Still a smirk was evident on her face as you prepared snacks for your trip. The defender knew you like the back of her hand, of course she sensed your facade. Repeated pokes to your side made you lose your firm demeanour, resulting in a fit of giggles. Afterwards your smile couldn't be wiped off your face. “ You're cute like this mi amor” and without further ado she booped your nose. Your cheeks flushed, not only from her untrue words but the small affectionate gesture. “Am not.” you whispered. It was loud enough for your girlfriend to hear “Si amor you are, the red on your cheeks suits you perfectly. Makes you look, how do you say it again, red as a tomato hehe.” To say the least, you got redder.

The route was The Trinnacle loop from Yeoman Hey Reservoir, a good two hour hike but you'd stop somewhere to “picnic”. You would have killed her if she chose the six hour route, your knee wasn't fully recovered yet. She knew your hesitance all too well, she opted for the shorter one instead. As an athlete she understood your concern, you were also invested in sports but you didn't want to go pro. Not that your body allowed you anygays, the monthly cramps and many injuries made you rethink your future. 

As your shared apartment was closer to the training grounds than the route. IT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF MANCHESTER. For fucks sake, the ride to the parking would be loooong, traffic was hell. At least you're always prepared. An extra playlist was about to be played in the car. What is a good car ride without music?? The defender didn't bat an eye at the unfamiliar songs. Just vibed with you to them. At red lights she made use of spare seconds to plant a kiss on your face. Sometimes it was arduous as you were pulling out your best dance moves but she somehow managed.

Both of you arrived after a fun ride. Grabbing the two backpacks, filled with food and drinks, you began your short journey. Coming across beautiful flowers. Subsequently stopping to take pictures of your girlfriend, she looked awe-inspiring in the sunlight. The flowers in the background just accentuated her natural beauty magnificently. You were wonderstruck. Falling head over heads for her all over again. You didn't know it was possible but she never ceases to amaze you. Since you were preoccupied zooming into the photos, you weren't aware of the pictures Leila was making of you. She found your stance adorable. Too focused on your phone, with a look on your face she consistently wanted to spot. It was the most endearing thing she has ever seen. She could have melted right there and then. You still got shy around her, something she took pride in. But this meant not seeing this face regularly as you were hiding behind your blanket, cushions, etc you name it. Therefore, this will be her new lock screen or background when you both get home.

In the meantime she chose to give you a little scare. As you were still lost in your own world, scrolling through every picture, Leila sneakily positioned herself behind you. She locked her arms around your waist. This sudden move startled the hell out of you, which Leila found hilarious. The mini heart attack you had subsided as fast as it appeared. Her action earned her a smack, not a delightful one.

“Leila! You'll be the death of me, I swear.'' This spurred her laughing fit further on. Her laugh is as contagious as Corona when no vaccine was found. Hence both of you were a laughing mess. As you both calmed down your girlfriend said “You should have seen your face, priceless.” The faces you make were truly gold, meme material so you knew it was accurate. You shook your head, smiling knowingly. 

The defender grabbed your hand, interlocking them. Never being able to be far apart from you for an extended period of time. You were each other's drugs. A life elixir. Your job was flexible, you could do home office whenever you wished. Thus being able to travel to Leila’s camps. Both the national as well as her club teammates viewed you as one of their own. Leila and you came as a package deal and they knew it.

During the hike you both rambled about anything and everything. Finally reaching several colossal rocks you decided to eat your brunch here. You were starving. (I didn't know that I was starving till i tasted you) During the setup both of you were putting effort in, Leila chimed in “Bebe, what do you think, should i climb these rocks?” This raised one of your eyebrows. “Love you could hurt yourself, besides why do you want to climb one of these?” “Well for fun. I won't hurt myself, I’m Leila Ouahabi this is easy peasy.” she answered. “I won't stop you, be warned if you hurt yourself, remember I told you so. Our future kids need to have a second mother.” With a large grin she closed the distance to one rock ��Aw how cute, you worry about me. And our kids do need a second mother, a fun one.” Those words made you roll your eyes.

Your girlfriend, the adventurer as usual, decided, against your advice, to climb up one of those gigantic rocks. While positioning her arms and legs in the right spots, she said “Carino what could possibly happen, me falling off this thing? Pfff. I'm way too talented for that.” You didn't react to her words. When she was up there, she naturally wanted to show off. Such a big ego. “Look I can stand on one leg and noooothing happens.” she says in her attractive Spanish accent, which melts your brain every time words leave her mouth.  You simply continued to munch on your delicious sandwich. Acting unphased by this spectacle but you had to admit it was pretty impressive and hot.“Great, love. I see you can do anything.”, you say sarcastically. To prove her point even further she takes her phone out of the pocket. “Smiiile into the camera mi amor. Mirar al pajarito. Decid patata!” and boom a memory was created. You’ve taken too many selfies with your girl not to know the potato phrase.

After her demonstration, as if she was a little kid, you were sure she was set. She was yet again right. While she made her way back down she miscalculated. She slipped as it had rained the day before. Typical weather. She crashed in slow motion. Her head hitting the ground, not a pretty sound. You saw her fall to the ground. It was as if time stood still. Complete shock coursed through you. Panic mode was activated. Your heart pumped blood at high speed, adrenalin sparkling from left to right. You ran to her, she was a few metres away but seeing her fall made you extremely concerned. This is not something you wanted to be right about. As you reached her, you fell to your knees. “Leila, Leila are you okay? Leila can you hear me?” a groan was her response. One of her hands went to touch the back of her head. As she retrieved it, you saw red. Literally, you saw blood. Then she opened her eyes. A mix of confusion and fear was set in them.

The first words out of her mouth were “Who are you?” You wouldn't believe your ears, rather appalled you withdrew your hands from her. One had been on her cheek, desperately trying to check for any injuries while holding her head still. The other one was on her leg for stability. Her words cut so incredibly deep, you didn't know what to utter. The emotions you felt in this moment were indescribable. You’ve never been so lost. Leila’s next words didn't even register with you. Staring at the horizon was all you could muster without bursting into tears. She had to take your hand back into hers for you to touch some gras again (it's a Brett Cooper reference).

You were met with a smile when you turned to face her. “Sorry I had to. This is like one of those movie scen-” she couldn't continue. Your kiss silenced her. Relieve washed over you. Simply the thought of what could have been made you cry. Your tears transferred to Leila’s face. She had to disconnect from the passionate kiss, even if she really didn't want to end it. “Oh amor, I'm sorry. I didn't mea-” again you silenced her but not with a kiss. A smack to the chest. “You scared me. Don't do this ever again.” “No more climbing rocks, got it amor.” You hugged her tightly, as if the moment was too good to be true. “Ow bebe you are crushing me.” and with these words it hit you. You scrambled to your feet. Rushing off to your backpack. The defender was confused, why were you running off. You returned with a bandage and carefully wrapped it around her head. She was bleeding and it needed to stop. “My love don't move your head, I’m attending to your wound.” She stood still like a statue. “You're lucky you don't need stitches.” a hum from Leila confirmed that she wasn't actually paying attention. She was busy admiring, as she would say, your face. The concentrated look on your face mixed with your bossy attitude made her feel things, certain things. Now was definitely NOT the moment for spicy activities. Luckily her injury wasn't too concerning, her concussion test turned out great. Nothing to worry about. 

Both of you sat on the picnic blanket, snacking on your food. Eventually you put away all of your belongings and continued. It was uneventful and Leila even behaved for the rest of the hike, not wanting to stress you out more. This didn't stop her from making stupid jokes, which made you laugh nonetheless. It was a memorable evening to say the least.

After arriving at your apartment and checking Leila’s wound, you flopped onto the bed. “Hey, what do you wanna eat amor, take away or should i cook something?” No answer. Looking your way she saw you already fast asleep. The day was exhausting as it was. Time for some well deserved rest.

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #leila ouahabi #leila ouahabi x reader #man city wfc #espwnt x reader #spain women's national team #man city women

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I had the worst Monday that could have ever existed. Onto Tuesday.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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"I trust this should be amenable to your work," Mr. Laufeyson holds open the door along the east wall of his study. One you've never opened before though you're familiar with the space within. The library also opens into the hallway and keeps you busier than many of the other rooms. "When you should require it. I expect much of your work will keep you afoot."

You peer past him, his tall figure like a second shadow. You clutch your kit tight and nod. You didn't exactly bring the tools for this new role.

"I should have a blank ledger somewhere, oh and a pen of course," he advises, "given our new... arrangement, I would require a contact point."

You nod and tear your attention from the full shelves and luxurious velvet chaise. You won't get to enjoy those but they give the space a much more welcome feel than the rest of the house. You face Mr. Laufeyson as he keeps the door propped open with his foot. He slides out his phone as if it's a task. 

"Never to worry, I wouldn't bother you much so long as you do your work adequately," he assures, "but in case of... emergency."

"Oh, erm," you sputter and reach into your hoodie pocket, revealing the tiny flip phone.

"Hm, vintage," he muses, "as you would."

He holds his phone, gesturing to it with his other hand. You teethe your lip before you recall the digits of your number. Your plan doesn't include a lot of talk minutes but he doesn't promise much of that. He keys them into his screen.

"You'll have mine," he taps his thumb and your phone chimes. "In case."

"Thanks, uh, Mr. Laufeyson."

"Mmmm," he hums again. "Suppose you would need some sort of proper device, a computer of sorts." He clucks and checks his watch, dropping his arm with a huff, "I've an important event shortly, I'll try to venture by the electronics shop before I return.”

You nod and fold your phone, slipping it away as you peek back into the library. He inhales deeply, "suppose you should begin. The list is on the writing desk.”

You accept the command easily. You’re even thankful for it. It gives you a proper reason to find distance. You go to the desk and look over the typed list. You don’t sit, hesitating as you wonder if it would seem lazy, maybe even presumptuous.

“Let me fetch that ledger,” he says before letting the door drift closed.

You run your finger over the top line. ‘Create a schedule’. Hmmm. You look over the bullets that fill the paper. You can only assume he refers to all of that. It’s straightforward, you can handle a schedule. It’s everything that comes after that gives you doubt.

“And you’ll have to review what my wife, ex that is, left in shambles,” Mr. Laufeyson interrupts as he pushes through again. “Her little folder is here. She was always fond of order, even though she left me in much less. This is what’s left of her handiwork,” he approaches coolly and sets down a plain fawn coloured ledger, a fountain pen, and a white folder with golden flowers on it.

“Thanks,” you eke out as his hands linger on the edges.

You sense his gaze, discerning and weighty. He leans forward slightly and you nearly take a step across as he points to the list. You follow the line of his arm and his extended finger.

“Another point to add, ‘acquire work attire’,” he instructs and turns his hand over, flippant flicking his finger in a gesture to your plain hoodie and worn gray denim. “I trust my pay should afford that necessity easily, however should you require a write-off, I suppose it could be argued as a professional expense.”

“Sorry, Mr. Laufeyson,” you frown in embarrassment, “I didn’t…” You look down at yourself, wanting to hide behind your arms. 

“You wouldn’t think of it, just a maid,” he dismisses, “very well, I think you have more than enough to begin. I should be some hours.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” you agree. He is correct, there is more than enough to keep you busy.

“I will review the schedule upon my return,” he affirms. “Should you require refreshment, you recall where to go.”

You nod and cautiously reach for the ledger, sliding it closer as he backs up. You slowly sit, hovering before you let yourself rest. He lingers by the door as you roll the pen aside and put the ledger and folder parallel. You open the former and line up the list inside the cover, resuming your perusal of the bullet points.

The door closes and you keep your attention to the paper. You don’t dare a glance up until you hear his muffled footfalls cross his study. You feel as if he’s waiting for you to make a mistake. You think you might be too.

🧹

A clunk sharply pierces the tenuous peace of the empty house. You hadn’t heard the door or his approach, not even right next door, not until the hefty thunk. You listen but keep your nose down. 

You’re just about done with the schedule. Two cleans throughout the week to spread the duties evenly. The main floor on Mondays, and the upper on Thursday. You’ll be able to fit in an unexpected tidying between your other to-dos.

You flutter through the pretty white and gold folder. The embossed suede speaks of a sophisticated owner. You wonder why she would ever abandon it, though you assume, a separation may not inspire sentiment.

You turn over another note. This one about the gazebo. A blurb on a repair. You’ll have too go out and check to see if it was actually done, there’s no confirmation of the job. You stop to admire her loopy writing, as elegant as the folder.

The door opens without pretense. You sit up and wiggle the pen between your index and thumb. Mr. Laufeyson as a flat white box in his hand, along with a smaller one on top. He does not near you, instead place his lot on the square table by the window.

“Here,” he orders shortly.

You rise and leave the pen in the centre of the ledger. You cross to him as he moves the smaller box aside and unfolds the two smaller flaps from the large one. You can’t help but watch curiously.

“This should suffice,” he shimmies out the cardboard insert, revealing a sleek silver laptop, “hmm?”

He shifts it towards you and lets you look it over. You put your hands behind you to keep from touching. You lean in just a little.

“It looks nice, Mr. Laufeyson. Thank you.”

“For your work, of course. These days, it is a requirement. And this,” he takes the smaller box and offers it up, “a proper work phone. It is more professional. Any calls on my behalf, you will make on this. That relic you have won’t do much.”

“Uh, yes, Mr. Laufeyson, that’s really thoughtful.”

“Thoughtful? Practical. Company property, of course,” he insists, “another point to add. Set these up. They should be functioning by the end of the day. You’ll need them to keep up with the rest of your tasks.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson. I will put it on the list.”

“Mm,” he circles around you, striding to the writing desk before you can react. You follow at a few paces, not wanting to crowd him. He takes the pen and uncaps it. He adds the bullet himself. “There you are.”

“Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson,” you recite again.

He snaps the lid on the pen and his lips twitch, not quite curving, “I’ll review,” he snatches up the open ledger, your schedule open to see. You almost rush forward. You meant to rewrite it before you handed it over. It has scribbles all over it. You won’t argue.

“Go on,” he steps around the desk, waving to the side dismissively.

You return to the table and gather the laptop and phone, along with the stray box. You bring them back to the writing desk and stay standing as you free the laptop from the insert. You let your eyes edge along the top of your vision as Mr. Laufeyson sits on the chaise and browses the ledger.

You refocus and investigate the cord buried in the box as a collection of booklets fall out. You sort through them and find the one in English. You start on the front page, reading over the different buttons and features. The diagram is especially helpful. You’ve never had a computer before, not that it belongs to you.

You squint as you read the precautions. Your mind flits back and forth between your current task and everything beyond. You would go to the library sometimes and spend an hour on the PC, and in school you did all your work in the resource room. This is much fancier than any of the boxy computers you’d used before.

It says you should plug it in and charge to full before booting. You unravel the cord and search for an outlet against the wall. There’s one not far. You hook up the cord to the port on the side of the slender laptop then trail it to the wall. The little light on the side glows yellow.

Then you take the little box. A phone. The flip phone was second-hand but this is shiny and new. You’re like a kid at Christmas, not that you got much for the holiday, even when you were younger.

You slide out the small device. Your hand is unused to it. It’s not clunky like your phone. It feels easy to drop even if it’s bigger than the flip. You peel off the plastic film around the border and across the screen.

You take out the booklet and read it as closely as the first. Same thing; charge before use. You don’t want to mess up any of this. You plug it in above the computer and place it on the closed lid. You carefully sit in the chair, careful not to jostle the cords.

You peek up and find Mr. Laufeyson looking at you over the top of the ledger. His green eyes gleam and flick back down to the page. You hope he doesn’t see how clueless you are. This stuff that’s all so normal to everyone else is new to you. A job alone is a novelty still.

“You may ask it,” he says abruptly.

You wince and shrug. You don’t know what he means. His brows tweak in amusement.

“You’ve not asked about time off. I am unaware of your previous commitment, what days you had to yourself.”

You didn’t think of it but he does seem to think of everything. You twiddle your fingers on the desk. You would work as much as you need to. You still haven’t seen the final hospital bill.

“Mr. Laufeyson, I worked three shifts per week, but I was on probation,” you explain carefully, “I can work more than that.”

“How much is more?” He wonders, his thumb tapping the corner of the ledger.

You blink. You don’t know what’s appropriate. You don’t want to say too little and come off lazy, or say too much and seem ignorant. 

“Six?” You utter, “six days, Mr. Laufeyson?”

His thumb stills, “per week?”

You nod. His eyes narrow and his lips thin in consideration.

“Should do,” he accepts and his eyes fall back to the page.

You think you got the right answer. You look down at the bullet points. It seems like a lot written out but surely it can’t be. Besides, the more you think about it, the more exciting it is. This house is so beautiful and this list means you get to explore it.

You don’t sink too deep into the moment of optimism. Mr. Laufeyson stands, still intent on the ledger. He paces blindly around the library, a click of his tongue as he reviews your handwriting.

“There will be some nights,” he intones, “other occasions where I require you in the evening.”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you accept as you flutter the pages of the laptop instruction booklet.

“Mm,” he hums flatly, “I do think the cook liked you, didn’t she? Suppose we might retain that service for the time being.”

You nod and make a note in the corner of the list; simply, Corissa. He shuts the ledger and grips it tight. He walks around the table then turns back, coming back to you. He lays down the book on the desk.

“I won’t know until the day in question. You understand, this would be on-call. I’ve a busy life and so will you,” he girds, leaning on the book as he bends over the desk. “You will be doing more than watching little birds flapping around the garden.”

You nearly recoil as he plucks the memory out so precisely. That was careless of you. You should’ve kept your head down and just got to work. It’s a warning you’ll remember.

“I won’t, Mr. Laufeyson, I understand,” you assure.

“Not to say that you can’t,” he stands and pushes the bottom of his jacket back, hooking his thumbs in his pockets, “but only when there are no other pressing matters.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

He sighs and tilts his head back, “you must resist distractions. You are prone to it. I’ve noticed.”

You chew your lip and accept the remonstrance. You’ll take it instead as advice. He is right, you do find yourself bewitched by this place at times.

“Like that man,” he says staunchly, “don’t think I forgot. I will warn you, he is my brother… regrettably. He is well above the staff and he knows it.”

You take the hint. It’s improper of you to stare. Even if he had touched you. Or maybe, you misinterpreted an accident.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“Hear me when I tell you, he is not interested in the likes of you,” he sniffs, “with any luck, he won’t be much around for you to believe anything of the like.”

You nod and pick up the pen, nervously rolling it between your fingers. His reproach scalds your cheek. To think he assumes you would ever think of something like that. That you might encourage a stranger in that way.

He watches you for a moment before he spins away. He checks the time on his wrist as you reach for the ledger.

“Very well, I must be at my own work,” he declares, “as I trust you will be diligent in your own.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #maid au #dirty work #mcu #marvel #avengers #thor

[mei-sm]

maybe next time . . .

pairings: (past) blade x reader

word count : 664

a/n note: mmmm yummy angst. would be longer but writers block hits HARD probably gonna make a continuation with it though. someday. sweats in gepard drabble wip

as you walk through the streets of the luofu, only the sounds of rain could be heard. not that you mind, though. you’d be seeing yingxing in a while. 

nearing the forge, millions of scenarios popped into your head. 

how would he react to your arrival? 

it’s been over a year since you last saw him. would he be happy to see you? would he jump into your arms? maybe shed some tears at the reunion? or would he come find you himself, and run into you in the street. 

your heart beat loudly at the possibilities.

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finally, you reached his forge. your heart nearly jumping out of your chest as you reach for the handle. the door swung open, the sounds of metal clanking could be heard. 

you step inside, instinctively looking around for yingxing. but at the anvil wasn’t him, but a stranger. odd. did yingxing hire someone while you were away? 

the stranger looked up at you. “can i help you?” he asked, setting down his hammer as he wiped some sweat off his forehead. “ah, yes, do you know where yingxing went?” you query, glancing around the shop. 

the new blacksmith’s eyes widened as you said that, “oh, so you’re the person he told me about.” 

‘person yingxing told me about?’ what was that suppose to mean? 

before you could even answer, the stranger walked to the back of the forge.

he came back a couple minutes later, this time holding a box in his hand. “here, sir yingxing told me to give it to you if you arrived.” the stranger said handing you the box, “you can open it in the back if you’d like.” with that, the stranger went back to forging. 

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you took the box to the back of the forge, placing it down on a nearby table. you eyed the box carefully before opening it. 

inside the box contained a note, a coat, and… a hairpin you gifted yingxing..? you could practically feel your heart beating. anxiousness filled your senses as you shakily held the note in your hands.

“(name), if you’re reading this, it means i’ve moved on from this life. 

besides that, how was your trip? i’ve heard the xianzhou fanghu had beautiful sights. it’s a pity that i wouldn’t be there to see them with you. do send my regards, and apologies to the others. i wish i had enough time to say my farewells and thank yous to them. 

but, fate had other plans for me, apparently. i hope you’ll do well, from this point on. i know you’ll have many more opportunities in your life. be well, and don’t let my death affect you, (name). i enjoyed my time with you.

yours truly,

yingxing”

your grip tightened on the letter, you wanted to look away from it but you just couldn’t. swiftly, you closed the box, rushing out of the forge before a single tear could fall. 

you had to save some face, after all. 

all you did in that moment was run. you ran through the rainy streets of the luofu. you didn’t know where you were going either. there was only one thing you knew, a thing you didn’t want to believe. 

yingxing was gone. 

he was gone, and you knew it. you could’ve just dealt with it calmly, but you didn’t. you couldn’t. he meant too much to you, so much that it hurt. heck, you didn’t even get to confess to him.

but, you should’ve known your love for him was damned from the start. 

you were a different species than him. your lifespan was longer than his, less fragile than him. yet you still managed to fall for him.

you’ve now stopped running. memories of you and him began to run through your head. and that’s what made it hurt even more. 

thoughts on what could’ve been, things that could’ve been you and yingxing’s future, passed through your mind. 

and those thoughts wouldn’t stop

#( bzzz.writing ) #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗ #blade x reader #yingxing x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader

[tarotwithlove]

PICK A CARD ೕ what aspect of your life is taking up too much of your attention?

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

BOOK A READING WITH ME · LINKTREE · SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC · TIPS ♡ tips and feedback are highly appreciated!

GROUP ONE

cards · two of swords (reversed), ace of pentacles, eight of cups, eight of swords (reversed), the fool (reversed).

songs · my dil goes mmmm by vishal-shekhar. nowadays by leo. cha ching by slayyyter.

my dear group one ♡ you are at a crossroads right now, stagnating as you are made to choose between doing what you love or doing what you need to do. you may be in a relationship at the moment, with someone who you see as a big part of your future; maybe even with someone who you can see settling down and one day marrying.

but now, as you are faced with an academic or career opportunity that could tear you two apart, you are finding yourself only more confused and conflicted than ever. languishing in life because of your inability to choose one or the other.

for some, of course, this is not a romantic connection. instead, you may feel as if you are finally setting down roots in a city and can finally call a place home.

in both cases, this opportunity could uproot your life as you know it… and you want both so badly—the comfort of love and home AND the excitement of an opportunity you had worked so hard for—that now, when it comes time to take action and make a decision, you are unable.

this is the aspect of your life that is taking up too much of your attention, right now. you are so focused on making the right decision that you do not even see which decision is the best one for you. it is important to recenter yourself in this situation, dear. to make yourself the priority as you decide and not the fear of how others will react to your decision. you must also know—and i say this not to scare you, but to make sure you are fully aware—that time is running out. opportunities do not wait for you.

if you continue to put off making this decision, this opportunity will pass you by. would you rather lose out on this because you were too scared to make a decision or let it go because you are deciding to prioritise other things at this point in your life? it’s time to step up, dear, even though it is hard.

in all truth, there is no reason for this to be taking up so much of your time and attention because, if you actually sat down with yourself, you would realise that the decision is far easier to make than you thought.

GROUP TWO

cards · two of wands (reversed), the hermit, two of swords, the tower, the moon.

songs · alien superstar by beyoncé. shattered dreams by earl sweatshirt. bon acteur by lous and the yakuza. 

my dear group two ♡ you are focusing so much on an imagined negative outcome that you do not even see, one, how you may possibly be stunting your very chance to have your desired outcome, and two, all the inklings of divine blessing and guidance by which you are surrounded. 

you may have started to isolate yourself, or to try and convince yourself that you are no longer working towards this big goal, all in a bid to make yourself better in the case that all your plans fail and nothing works out as you have hoped. you want this dream to be a reality, but you are so focused on how it may never be, that you are only pushing it further and further and further away from you.

and not entirely in a “your thoughts create your reality way”… but… don’t they? if you think that your efforts will be wasted, will you give it your all? if you think that faith is futile, will you believe in the possibility of your own success? if you believe that there is no point in hope because everything could just collapse around you at any moment, will you be hopeful even when you don’t see things physically working out in your favour? likely not. 

as things are at this moment, you are the two of swords between the two of wands in reverse with the hermit and the tower with the moon. you cannot know the outcome of either path beyond that one has a future for you, and one does not.

it is time to focus less on chasing after the everyday ordinary and time to start taking concrete steps towards fulfilling this dream, instead of making plans with which you do not follow through. take that acting class, that ballet class, those singing lessons. put on youtube and build a practice of your craft that way. 

dear, it is time to stop standing in your own way. 

GROUP THREE

cards · six of swords (reversed), ace of pentacles, nine of wands, judgement (reversed), death.

songs · hold me like a grudge by fall out boy. bug like an angel by mitski. i am my own muse by fall out boy.

my dear group three ♡ you may be going backwards in your progress, or be at a stage in your journey where you are faced with the often cyclical nature of healing, progress, and your own thoughts. where you are being faced with the truth that “progress is not linear”. your life, at the moment, may feel completely out of your control—especially with regard to money and your future.

right as i typed that sentence, the line, “i’m just trying to keep it together, but it gets a little harder when it never gets better,” from i am my own muse by fall out boy suddenly caught my attention likely because that is the best way to describe your current circumstances as well as how you feel about your current circumstances. 

everything around you feels so out of your control, so you have turned all your attention inward and onto the only thing you know for certain you can control—your body. as well as, to some extent, your self in an entirety.

you may be calling this a wellness, health, or fitness journey, only to be masking the truth that you are slipping into (or slipping back into) some negative habits as you do anything to exert some of that control you so desperately need to have in your life. well, anything to your body and yourself, that is. you may constantly be thinking about your body; what you are eating, how you are looking at any given moment, the weight you have gained and the weight you have lost, and so on and so forth…

there does not seem to be any way out of this cycle for you, likely because you are not allowing yourself to see it as something that could possibly be detrimental to you down the road. or because you are willing to take on the risks if it allows you distraction, control, and the chance of meeting your body goals in equal parts.  

you may say that the risk you are taking is calculated, but only because you are not being entirely honest with yourself about what these risks could potentially be. and that’s not a judgment on you, just the truth. 

GROUP FOUR

cards · page of wands (reversed), nine of pentacles, eight of cups (reversed), ten of cups (reversed), justice. 

songs · no manners by superm. rose by d.o. hypocrates by marina. timeless by nct. 

my dear group four ♡ as soon as i began pulling your cards, what i feel is the most important message came through for you… there is no going back. as much as you hold onto the past, you can never return to it.

as much you regret something you did or something you said or something you let go, there is nothing that simply wallowing in melancholy will do.

you are so focused on the past, but you cannot live there. your life is happening around you now, and it is a life that you are, to an extent, missing out on because of how much more attention you are paying to people, places, and situations that have passed. 

it is time, dear, to make peace with the past and the life you could not have—which, for some, is a relationship with a specific person. making peace is not easy… oftentimes it comes with having to be honest with yourself in ways you never want to be.

but it is time to take action so that you may live your life in the present once more. and action will look different for every person; for some, it may be trying again, for some it may be confrontation, for some, it may be walking away onto better things. and while it will differ from person to person, the truth is that thinking about the past without doing anything about it is not doing you any favours. 

you may come out on the other end with fresh eyes, seeing the people around you for who they are and not the ideas of who they are that you have been holding on to. 

whatever the outcome, dear, it is time to make peace with the past and the life you wish you could have lived so that you may live the life that is unfolding around you at this very moment.  

#** #tarot #pac #pick a card #pick a group #pick an image #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a photo #tarotblr #tarotonline #tarotcommunity #daily tarot #free tarot reading #tarot readings #channelled message #channeled message

[leasstories]

22 kisses for your 22nd birthday

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Based on two prompts by @novelbear

#1. giving them the same amount of kisses than the age they are turning.

#2. "You didn't have to do anything" "I wanted to"

No trigger warning

WC: 0.7K

A/N: It’s my birthday so here’s a birthday special!!! Sorry, it’s really me coded

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“Eddie!” you squeal.

“22 kisses for my wonderful partner who is turning 22!” Eddie says.

You smile at your boyfriend’s antics.

“You are a dork.” You say.

“But I’m your dork.” He answers with a cheesy smile.

“So baby,” he starts. “I have an entire day planned for us.”

“What?” you ask, surprised.

“We are spending your day together.” Eddie answers, puzzled by your question. “Unless you don’t want to?” He is quick to ask.

“Of course I want to, but you didn’t have to do anything.” You answer.

“I wanted to.” Eddie is quick to tell you.

“Stay here,” he adds, disappearing into your kitchen. He comes back a few minutes later with a tray full of pastries.

“Oh my god Eddie!” you say shocked.

“Sweetheart, here’s your breakfast.” He says, putting the tray on your bedside table. He hands you a cup of coffee that you gladly take.

“Thank you so much kind sir,” you tell him, smiling.

Eddie and you eat the pastries. While eating your breakfast, you ask.

“What kind of clothes should I be wearing?” you ask.

“Casual?” Eddie shrugs.

You nod while eating your pastry. Once Eddie and you finish eating, you go to your wardrobe and take out a casual outfit: black jeans and a crop top with a band logo.

Eddie and you leave your home, hand in hand and walk toward Eddie’s van. Eddie helps you into the passenger seat before climbing too and driving. Eddie parks at the Arcade’s parking lot. You get out of the van and Eddie leads you inside. One thing to know about you is that you love the arcade.

“Play as many games as you want, it’s on me.” Eddie tells you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squeal, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek.

You run towards your favorite game and play for hours, not seeing the time pass.

Eddie then took your hand and softly says. “Time to go eat my love.” You take his hand and the two of you leave the arcade with two huge smiles on your faces.

Eddie starts, the car, not telling you where you are going.

“Where are we going?” you ask a bit impatient.

“uh uh, not telling you, it’s a surprise.” Eddie says while driving.

It takes a few seconds for you to realize that Eddie is parking the car on the parking lot of the new Domino’s pizza that just opened in Hawkins.

“Triple cheese for you?” he asks.

You nod and Eddie leaves you to go order. He comes back a few minutes later, two pizzas in hand. He hands them to you before saying.

“What do you think about eating them at Lover’s lake?” Eddie knows you enjoy spending time at Lover’s lake, you love hearing the water run as well as the calm of the place.

Eddie drives to Lover’s lake, he gets out of the van and open the back door to reveal a mountain of pillows and blankets. You both sit there and eat your pizzas.

“Mmmm, they are really good!” You tell him.

“They are!” Eddie nods.

“Thank you for today,” you sweetly say in between two bites.

“It’s my pleasure Sweetheart.” Eddie says, smiling.

“I love you.” You say, kissing his lips with your greasy ones.

After you pull back Eddie gets closer to you and look in your eyes.

“I love you too, so much. Thank you for being born baby, thank you for being who you are. Thank you for allowing into your life.” Eddie says before delicately caressing your face.

“You’re the best Eddie.” You say before kissing him again.

You then spend the afternoon at Lover’s lake. You both lay on your back, in the grass and talk for hours. You talk about everything, D&D, your relationship, the future you imagine together. When the sun sets, Eddie takes you by the hand and lead you to the van. Eddie drives you to small restaurant in town. You both eat, and when it’s time for dessert, the waiter comes with a birthday cake. It’s written on it: Happy birthday, I love you so much.

You burst in tears at the gesture while Eddie and the waiter sing happy birthday.

Eddie hugs you, he puts you on his lap and you both feed each other some birthday cake. You then come back home and you fall asleep in the arms of your beloved Eddie.

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

#eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fluff

[decepti-thots]

☕ MTOs & specifically what do you think they were going for with that?

MTOs are an interesting narrative thing to me in the sense that they really are so localised to only one part of the canon; they're very clearly Roberts' idea and only really matter, inasmuch as they do matter, in MTMTE. It's pretty clear to me that's the case for one specific reason: they'd actually fit SUPER well into the narrative arc of exRiD, especially early-to-mid RiD, but they basically never come up! You'd think 'neutrals and soldiers stuggling to cohabit socially and politically' would be prime fodder (lmao) for taking advantage of a narrative about mechs born of and into war coming back to a civilian life on a planet they really don't know. And yet.

What they're doing in that comic, in MTMTE, is a little headscratching to me at times. It feels, to be honest, somewhat like worldbuilding put in to make the texture of the backstory of the war feel grander than IDW had really managed up to that point in actual on-panel stuff, without a lot of thought when doing so in the moment as to the knock on implications going forward. MTMTE does this a few times, tries to use vague gestures at important sounding stuff to bring a greater sense of history and depth to the war in the face of the actual stuff we saw in phase one being. Mmmm. Basically just twenty dudes we already know shooting at each other across parking lots. LMAO.

(Sidenote: I know for a fact Roberts watched original flavour nuWho, and this is PEAK Russell T Davies doing worldbuilding when he was on Doctor Who, and I fully believe he was cribbing from that playbook. Every damn episode RTD would make them just sort of say stuff about the Time War that made it sound incredibly vast and textured and complex but which, crucially, never made any actual fucking sense. Good examples of stuff like this would be the Crucible, the Simanzi massacre, etc. This is, to be clear, a neutral observation, not praise or criticism per se.)

I say this because MTOs should probably be a bigger deal in terms of the impact on our cast, and their outlook on life and reasons for joining the quest, than they wind up being. An MTO is a character with no experience of living in peacetime at all, likely no experience of Cybertron, no sense of kinship or home necessarily to the planet they came "back" to. All of this provides a really clear motivation, given the implication most surviving non-neutral Cybertronians are now MTOs due to huge numbers of deaths, to join a quest like the Lost Light's! But it tends not to come up much, and I think it's because it wasn't really part of the plan. Later on, there's room to slot in some details here and there- Riptide talking about his experiences with being infodumped at by the 'training' comes to mind- but it takes a while for the comic to come back round to that.

The two big exceptions, of course, are Getaway and Brainstorm. The idea is definitely interacting with their characters more, though again, it... tends to come up later. Especially for Getaway, who I'm not convinced was originally conceived as an MTO, but had it slotted in a bit later as 'well that works' stuff tbh. (And it does, so that's fine!) Which leaves Brainstorm, who lies about being forged to throw off suspicion, who it's implied never got the time of day from Quark in a way I wouldn't be surprised we're supposed to assume is some kind of remaining bias, perhaps. Who didn't see a future for himself 'back on Cybertron' and so concocted a very weird plan to avoid having to. Who never got a choice about his 'side' in the war, and wound up with no real loyalty for anyone.

I think if there's any avenue I'd have liked to see more about MTOs via, it's Brainstorm. I wish there'd been more room to focus on that instead of (I'm so sorry shippers) his thing with Perceptor as the way to talk about his sense of inadequacy, tbh. What did it feel like, lying to Chromedome about remembering a pre-war life he never got a chance to experience? Being made to shoot people and be shot and escaping the fate of having that be the only thing he ever knew by the skin of his teeth? Not being able to imagine an end to the war, so all he wants to do is save one guy and run off with him as a pipe dream? That seems like the character where a lot of this stuff should naturally lie, to me. And I think it's a shame I've seen very little talk in fandom about it!

#ask meme

[dangermousie]

I decided to rewatch The King's Woman. MMMM.

A male lead who starts the first episode by putting a bloody head into the bed of his mother and her lover:

Proceeds to preside over a massacre:

And then pulls the sword on and almost kills (but eventually exiles) his own mother:

No current drama with that ML (especially ML not being a fictional person but Qin Shi Huang himself) would ever pass censorship now.

But, more to the point, what I love about this drama is, forget the term "red flag" beloved by the kids nowadays - this man is shown a bona fide ambitious, capable, magnetic monster. No coy flag terms needed. He's totally fit to be a period ruler, but as a romantic choice, oh boy! (His troops also murder FL's grandpa on their conquering rampage, but he's not personally involved, so that is the least of his problems.)

Between that first ep, the historical QSH and the fact that this is a prequel of sorts to Legend of Qin, which follows FL's son and where QSH is the villain (!), everything about this screams "this is a not a man who will mellow and reform due to the love of a good woman." But the drama is so brilliant because it uses the viewers' own yearning for a proper romance narrative, their experience with the default narratives being "ruthless man reforms for love" and the fact that not only does the OTP have great chemistry, but that ZBB, who as ML gives the best performance of his career imo, does portray the ML as someone who is impossibly magnetic and impossibly intense and utterly, completely in love with Dilraba's FL, to lead on the viewers to go "but what if...maybe...maybe?!" Only to then slap you with that infamous ending. (One of my favorite, most logical tragic endings of all time.)

God, this drama is SO GOOD!

ETA: I always thought that ending was both a perfect punishment and a perfect test. Because she knew, KNEW, he would kill her if she came at him with a weapon. But the thing he has to live with is not just the knowledge she merely used him to commit suicide by cop because she flipped the dagger at the last moment making it clear she never planned to hurt him, but the knowledge that it was also a test by her, wasn't it? If he loved her enough to be willing to risk being hurt/killed by her, to trust her, she'd be alive, he'd be unhurt, and I think this would have given them another chance - she'd have known he loved her above himself even when it looked like her love turned to hate, and I think this really would have enabled them to be happy in the future. But, as she knew he would, he failed that test. And he has to live not just with the knowledge that he killed the woman he loved and who never intended to harm him, but with the knowledge that he took his future of happiness away himself.

#cdrama #the king's woman #zhang bin bin #Youtube

[diabolik-art-blog]

The shelter of the future [ Part 03 ]

AO3 : Part 03

Admin: ⚠️ This chapter includes light NFSW. If you feel uncomfortable or you are underage please don't read it and avoid this fanfic. ⚠️

After a two-day journey, Ruki and Yui had finally approached a new city. The train was still moving. Yui had put her head on Ruki's lap and was sleeping very peacefully. Ruki had thrown his jacket over Yui and was stroking her head as she slept and watching the outside. It was completely dark. Only the stars could be seen. They were not far from their destination and only had to wait a few more hours to reach the safe city that Ruki chose.

Yui looked restless in her sleep, and this caused Ruki's attention to be drawn to her restless face from the train window. Yui moaned in her sleep and looked like she was having a terrible nightmare.

Ruki was confused and didn't know what to do. He has never been so confused. What has Yui really done with his dark heart that he is so attracted to her and he does not want the slightest thing to happen to Yui. He experienced love for the first time in his life and never wants to lose this love.

Ruki looked at his watch. It was now eleven o'clock at night. Their train arrives at Tobishima village at 6 am. A very beautiful and safe village where they can be together and live a normal life as a normal couple without thinking about the founders and the ridiculous plan of Adam and Eve.

Ruki was staring at Yui's restless face moaning in her sleep. He decided to wake Yui up. Even though Ruki managed to put Yui to sleep, now he has to wake her up. She looks very restless and scared in her sleep and Ruki can't bear to see her suffer. He wants to help Yui, that's why an idea came to his mind.

Ruki softly whispered her name in Yui's ear while stroking Yui's head.

Ruki: Yui..... Yui.... wake up my angel....

Yui: Mmmm... Nnn... Zzzzz

Ruki moved his head towards Yui's forehead and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

*smooch*

Ruki: Yui... my angel... wake up... I want to show you something very beautiful.

Yui: Mmm... Ruki...

Yui woke up while softly whispering Ruki's name. She rubbed her eyes a little and looked around to see that they were still inside the train. The more she looked around, the more she realized that she had been sleeping in Ruki's arms all this time, which made her face blush a little.

Ruki still smiled at her and hugged and kissed Yui as she was still in his arms. He placed Yui's face on his chest and stroked her soft hair. He smelled her and called her name again and again.

Ruki: Yui, look at the window. The stars are so beautiful tonight.

Yui turned her eyes to the window of the train and looked at the stars. Ruki was right. Now that they were out of the city, the stars looked more beautiful and brighter than ever. Yui looked at the stars with a sweet look and smiled softly.

Ruki felt satisfied seeing Yui's sweet smile. He finally managed to make her laugh a little and calm her down. It was a dream moment for Ruki. Yui was relaxing in his arms and watching the stars. Ruki wished this moment could last forever and he could see Yui's smile forever.

*TIMESKIP*

The train whistle sounded and the steward announced that the train had reached its destination. Ruki slowly opened his eyes and realized that the train had finally reached its destination. He looked at Yui who was sleeping soundly with her head on Ruki's chest. She looked so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep that Ruki didn't want to wake her up.

Ruki kissed Yui's soft and fragrant hair and whispered her name softly in her ear to wake her up.

Ruki: Yui... my angel... wake up. We reached our destination.

Yui slowly opened her eyes and woke up. She looked out of the train window. It was beautiful. It was a green and beautiful village and she could smell the fragrance of flowers. Yui had fallen in love with this village and smiled happily.

Ruki helped Yui pick up their luggage and get off the train. After they got off the train, Ruki looked at the small map in his hand. He had already bought a small house in this village and now he was looking for its location on the map. After finding the location of their new home, Ruki took Yui's hand and they started walking.

*TIMESKIP*

After an hour of walking, they reached a small house. The house was very small but beautiful. Ruki spent all his savings to buy this house, yet he felt completely satisfied and happy that he was going to start a new life with Yui in this small town.

They went inside the house. The house was very dirty and it was obvious that no one had lived in it for years. Yui and Ruki both changed their clothes and started cleaning the house. Ruki looked at Yui as she was cleaning and could see happiness in her eyes. She was happy and smiling and that was enough for Ruki. Yui's happiness was all he wanted.

*TIMESKIP*

Ruki and Yui worked all day and cleaned the house and now it was night. Finally, their beautiful house and their future shelter was ready. A shelter where they can live with love and build a bright future for themselves.

Yui, who had gone to the bathroom faster than Ruki and was wearing pajamas, went to the bed and threw herself on the bed. RUKI who watched her smirked and went to sit next to her and patted her head.

Ruki: Hahaha... Apparently my angel is very tired.

Yui: Hmm... I'm so tired, Ruki.

Ruki: But we are not done yet.

Yui looked at Ruki in surprise and tried to sit on the bed but Ruki stopped her by holding her as she lay down. Ruki leaned towards Yui and kissed her lips. Her lips were sweet like honey. Ruki didn't even need her blood anymore because just kissing her was enough for him.

Ruki put his hand under Yui's clothes while kissing Yui repeatedly, but Yui got defensive and stopped him and quickly distanced herself from Ruki. Ruki, who was shocked by Yui's move, looked at her with wide eyes.

Ruki: Yui...

Yui: Don't touch me. Don't come near me!!!

Ruki had realized that Yui was still suffering from her painful memories and this made him feel guilty again. He shouldn't have done that. Above all, he must make Yui feel safe.

Seeing how scared Yui was, Ruki quickly ran over and hugged her, trying to calm her down by petting her.

Ruki: Yui... Calm down. Here I am. I will not hurt you. I promise you.

Yui was in Ruki's arms. She smelled him and realized that she was really safe. She buried her face in Ruki's chest and cried softly.

Yui: Ruki... *sob*... I'm sorry... I... I... thought... that he...

Ruki continued to caress Yui, trying to make her feel safe. This is all Yui needs right now.

Ruki: Shhh... calm down. You are safe. We escaped from that hell and now we are in heaven. You don't have to be afraid.

After Yui calmed down, she held Ruki's hand.

Yui: Ruki... touch me.

Ruki: .....! Yui are you sure?

Yui: Yes. I want to remember only your touch and kisses. I want to forget that incident. Kiss me please. Please touch me so that I forget it.

Hearing Yui's words, Ruki smiled softly and kissed her hair. He continued his kiss from her hair to her neck and went to her lips and placed a deep kiss on her lips. Yui's mouth opened to gasp and Ruki stuck his tongue into Yui's mouth, their tongues entwined, deepening the kiss.

Ruki could tell that Yui was hot. He reached under Yui's dress and caressed her tender skin. Ruki slowly unbuttoned Yui's shirt and took off her shirt as Ruki kissed her neck softly.

Ruki was staring at Yui's body. Her body was full of painful wounds that showed what terrible tortures she endured. Ruki felt guilty. He should never have left Yui alone.

Ruki kissed the scars and filled them with saliva to make Yui's wounds heal faster. From now on, he is going to treat her like an angel and a fragile flower. A flower that will take care of her and will not let anyone break her.

Ruki: Yui, my angel. I love you more than anyone else.

*smooch smooch*

Yui: Mmm... Ruki... I love you too.

Ruki: Let's build this shelter for ourselves. A shelter for our future. Just for me and you.

*smooch*

Ruki continued his soft strokes on Yui's delicate skin and his kisses deepened. It was a dreamy first night in their new paradise. Somewhere there are only those two and no one else and they are free.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yui komori #komori yui #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ruki x yui #yui x ruki #rukiyui #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik lovers fanfiction #rukiyui fanfic #moni one-shot

[starfxkr]

what are the guys like with a virgo girly ( sincerely a september virgo girly❤️‍🩹)

.~ 🍮

john b and a virgo girly are kind of a perfect match...you see each other, if he's the leader you're his right hand and he has to stop being so pushy because it'll make your neurosis worse...I hc him as a leo so you really help him organize his thoughts and plans, if somethings not feeling right you pull him to the side and ur like "mmmm maybe not this" because he's reasonable just hot headed. tbh he prob has a virgo moon ima redo his big three one day.

jj's constanty pushing you to do more and stop being hyper critical of yourself, very similarly to how he treats pope tbh! but virgos tend to be more fragile than capricorns (my hc for pope) so he's not as snarky with you. I hc jj as an Aries, you're both mutable signs ruled by mercury so you're both yappers. he yaps to fill the air you yap because you're nervous. he's you if you had no anxiety or fears.

if there was a better match than you and john b its you and pope. again I hc him as a capricorn and they're very "ends justify the means" looking towards the future and virgos are more detail oriented so its a perfect balance imo. also like we don't see pope as confident because of the two bozos but hes very confident and he gets you out of your head a lot. you would equal each other out. if he's boss and ceo you're his elite employee /pos.

with rafe there's a sort of quiet assertiveness he likes? you may be kind of neurotic but so is he and it actually doesnt stress him out tooooo bad because you keep it to yourself to work out and he kinda explodes (ik hes canonically a scorpio but this is an aries man. he's not a scorpio martian hes a aries one.) it would take you the longest to connect with him because you're just cautious of his behavior.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #rafe cameron prompt #john b prompt #pope heyward prompt #🍮 anon

[creative-kny-fics]

While I think about how to complement my other fics, here I leave a SaneGiyuu fic for you 🥹

Ler: Sanemi Shinazugawa

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

A normal day at Kimetsu Academy...

'YOUNG HASHIBIRA! STOP RUNNING DOWN THE HALLWAYS!'

'MWAHAHAHA CATCH ME THEN!!', yep, a chase between Sanemi and Inosuke was totally normal.

Was there any reason? Inosuke apparently continued to disobey orders not to run in the hallways, wear a boar mask, and wear his uniform incorrectly

'It seems like Shinazugawa-Kun has a problem, don't you think Tomioka-Sensei?', Tomioka sighed and nodded, saying goodbye to his friend, getting close enough to put his foot down and make the student stumble.

Inosuke was grabbed by his uniform, his mask was snatched away, and Giyuu was in charge of leaving him in his classroom as if he were a totally new boy. 'Hey Tomioka, what do you think you're doing?!'

'My job...', wasn't exactly anyone's job, but, let's give them credit for tidying up.

'Shouldn't we do something...? Shinazugawa-Kun apparently wants to hit Tomioka...'

'Mhm! Calm down Kanae! Remember that the director has prohibited fighting in this place! And I trust that Tomioka and Shinazugawa will respect that!', Rengoku was right.

Sanemi growled and pushed Tomioka hard enough just to push him away as he walked away in the opposite direction, apparently not going to waste his time waiting for Giyuu to give him any answers.

'How the hell can these students be so bad at math...?! What idiots, one of the lazy people talking so that these idiots don't pay attention!', Sanemi growled and threw the pen away. 'Be more careful where you throw your things, Shinazugawa'

'I didn't ask you to pick it up, idiot. Don't think I'll thank you for that.'

'I wasn't planning on getting them either'. It was enough for Sanemi, Giyuu had had enough of him, but what could he do if he couldn't hit him?

A memory flashed through Sanemi's mind, his mother also prohibited them from fighting between siblings, even as a game, he could use that! But... WITH GIYUU?! Would it even work?! He doesn't smile and barely talks, could he even be tickled?!

'Hey "Tomioka-Sensei", a question,' he approached him whispering, call his plan something stupid, but Sanemi had it all planned out. 'Are you ticklish?'

'N-no...Where do you get that Shinazugawa? I don't-! Hmphm!'

That was all he needed, if blowing on Giyuu's neck made him squeal, then it was true! He was ticklish!.

'Don't you dare do that, I'll throw a football in your face every time I see you'

'Mmmm... So first you ask me for something and then you threaten me, huh? Well Tomioka, I accept the risk of my actions~', he wasn't going to do it anyway.

'S-Shinahazugawa! Thihis is unprohohofessionahal! S-stop!'

'Mmmm, let me think about it... NO!', and with that, Sanemi's fingers began to move up and down from Giyuu's armpits to Giyuu's hips.

Giyuu tried to continue holding back his laughter, but to no avail...'A-AAAH!! S-SHINAHAZUGAWA!! S-STOHOP!! I-I WAHARNIHING YOHOU!!'

'Ohhhh now you threaten me? What do you think if I do this then?!'

'STOHOHOHOHOP!! LEHEHET ME GOHOHO!! I HAHATEHEHE THIHIS!!', well, it's a 50/50.

While these future boyfriends were having 'fun', Sanemi tickling Giyuu who was squirming like a worm, the rest of the teachers watched and tried to keep their conversation silent.

'Should we remind them that we are here?'

'I think they're both too busy to notice that hahaha! Let's let them have fun!'

'At least they're getting along better now, but we better stay close in case Shinazugawa doesn't stop when Tomioka is at his limit,' the other teachers looked at Kanae, then at themselves, and nodded.

They would stay to contemplate this unusual 'spectacle'

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!sanemi #lee!giyuu

[journalsouppe]

Ghost trick!!!! Loved this game it was exactly what I expected from a Shu Takumi game. I do hope they plan to make a sequel or crossover, I really loved the mechanics of this game.

Writing typed below! (plus some extra commentary)

Rating: 9.3 Played: Su 2023 Port: Nintendo Switch Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y

Comments:

LOVE missile

really fun premise - you died and don't know who you are

DON'T GET A CONCUSSION MISSILE

not the PM erotica T-T

LMAO Payne and Wright

the kazuma pose (skull)

I'm in love with Cabanela

Lynne not again T-T

Sissel in the painting...

NOT THE FEET OUT AT WORK T-T T-T

omg the security camera murder and the meory are different. I know your tricks Mr. Takumi (I didn't realize Yomiel shot the gun twice here LMFAOO)

mmm... chicken kitchen

is everyone in love with Lynne?

I'm actually so obsessed with the Ghost Trick art style

ALL of your medicine????

he's already dead... and they used an electric chair.....

THIS IS SO FUCKED UP

chicken kitchen and execution fates were really fun

man I really want an AAxGT crossover

love how oversized all the objects are

MISSILE IS BACK AHHH and he has different ghost tricks omg... then how did the lamp know about mine

so many mysteries omg I love it

how was I supposed to get sissel to the top (skull) (I was genuinely stuck and when I restarted the level it spawned me at a different place LMAO)

SISSEL? IN THE PARK?

HE SAW ME AND TURNED TOWARD THE SCREEN (Skull)

but his name wasn't sissel... who is the lamp....

love this crazy arm contraption

red suit man had radiation in his body... so I/Sissel died near it... but who am I... (I forgot about the cat LMFAOO)

Temsik... kismet... mmmm kismet (kismet is the name of my favorite restaurant)

STOP looking at the screen

yomiel...

I WAS YOMIEL'S CAT T^TT^T

ZAM RAY WAS OLD MISSILE

little Lynne T-T

Sissel has temsik...

Game Dev Notes

really fun animations and character design

unique gamplay - I love moving thru objects

love the character dialogue - great humor and timing

extra puzzles and challenges similar to professor layton

characters have tons of personality in design and posture

LOVE the cool toned shadows on the sprites

great music

fun and sweet ending credits

Summary

Shu Takumi has done it again (even though this is a remaster lol). What and incredible mystery game with really fun mechanics. There were definitely a couple times I was stumped on what to do or was stuck bc I missed my window of opportunity, but I think it worked well since the puzzles were difficulty and you couldn't just immediately breeze past them all. I also really enjoyed gaining missile's abilities later and having to think of the puzzles in different ways. The characters and animations/sprites were really fun. There's so much personality in them without even saying a word. The game also reveals character information in a really good way as you slowly learn more about the mystery of the game yet also feels like you're getting farther from learning who you are. I also just love how this game is just made with so much love for Takumi's real pets and how Sissel ended up being Yomiel's beloved cat... what a sweet ending oh my god. Each level had such a fun and unique design while also adding a twist to the puzzle, like the stealth level or submarine sinking level. The game also has many unlockable achievements to encourage replayability as well as concept art and other illustrations to unlock. There's so much added to this game and you can really feel the love and care the team put into this game, I hope there are more Ghost Trick games in the future or hopefully even a Ghost trick x Ace Attorney crossover -- I wonder how that would play out esp with Maya's spirit abilities. All in all, such a sweet and fun game. Not too long either. Can't wait to replay it to get all the achievements and make fanart!

#ghost trick #ghost trick spoilers #sissel #yomiel #cabanela #journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #lynne ghost trick

[nwjws]

HEART OF (24K) GOLD - JAKE'S FUTURE PATIENTS

; SYNOPSIS - jake’s had it easy his whole life. with a famous actor for a dad and his mom being the head nurse at a private clinic in the city, everything he wants gets handed to him on a silver platter - at least, until he meets you at a MUN conference. now, he’s forced to learn that money doesn’t buy everything, but he’s willing to do what it takes to be yours.

02z

➼ JAKE ! what do you get when you pair an iconic actor from the 80s and the top nurse at an expensive private clinic? jake - a spoiled, but not brat-like boy. anything he wants, he gets. naturally, he complains when things don't go his way; try to overlook that trait, and you'll find that he's got a heart of gold.

➼ JAY ! probably the most humble of the three. his family restaurant has many branches across the continent, of course making him a good cook. he often has to keep a metaphorical leash on jake, the role of being his babysitter weighing on his shoulders. someone please help him.

➼ SUNGHOON ! his family has a long history, coming into power back in the 1800s. him and jay actually grew up together, since his family had a share-hold in the restaurant business. for all that he calls jake annoying, they spend a lot of time together, both giving jay gray hairs at only 18.

➼ HEESEUNG ! like jake, he's planning to pursue a course in the medical field, what with his dad being the ceo of the country's leading pharmacy company. that being said, he likes to leech off jake's homework and class notes, since they're more coherent than whatever the hell mr. kim is spouting out his mouth.

➼ SUNOO ! no one actually knows why he's rich, not that it even matters. he likes to joke that he's paid by all of their parents to be their friend, which really wouldn't be that surprising. jake likes to think that even if that was the case, they've formed a true friendship.

➼ JUNGWON ! his father made a fortune starting from the ground up, first working in the oil industry before diversifying. nevertheless, jungwon was raised to count his blessings, and is pretty good at managing his own money (except when it comes to kpop albums). because of this, jay likes to use him as a good example for jake and the others.

➼ NI-KI ! his parents own a successful dance studio, which drove his passion for the art. he's actually gone viral for his cover dances and has ended up on several magazine covers, but never tells anyone his socials. jake's even joined some of his covers, and likes to spoil the younger boy with gifts.

— Y/NTAKHOZUHANING ; MASTERLIST ; ONE

; AUTHOR’S CORNER! i was tempted to exploit sunoo’s profile of being rich for unknown reasons and make a big plot that runs throughout the whole trilogy with a plot twist and he’s actually like a villain or something but then i was like mmmm idk if anyone would be interested in that 😭😭

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#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mi's works #kflixnet #k-labels #k-films #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #jake smau #jay smau #sunghoon smau #jake x reader #jay x reader #sunghoon x reader #ੈ♡˳ - heart of 24k gold #ੈ♡˳ - h24kg

[heavenlyvision]

Would you write for tomas,?

I would ! And I previously have, I wrote a vamp fic for him as a request a while ago.

He is pookie and I do plan on writing more for him in the future 💌

I mean...... look at him?????????? HIS ARMS?????? Mmmm need him biblically

#ask vision

[jerzwriter]

A Carrick Family Easter

I'm going to stop saying, "This is it. This is the best one she's ever done," because each time I commission Ainna, I am just blown away again and again. But this, this just may be my new favorite! Artwork by @/artbyainna IG. For @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week Day 7 - The Future

Three scenes from Easter morning and one as the day ends can be found below.

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Tobias and Casey Carrick

Featuring: The Carrick Girls, Vivian Carrick, & Jordan Carrick

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Words: 1.4 K

Summary: A little peek at four scenes from the Carrick Family's Easter Day. Participating in @choicesflashfics and @aprilchallenge - Love

Easter Morning:

“Honey!” Tobias shouted as Casey stepped our of the shower. She instinctively rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, dear….” She replied sweetly.

“Where is my tie? I’ve been looking all over, and it’s nowhere to be found.”

Casey entered the bedroom, still dripping wet, wrapped only in a plush towel. She didn’t say a word; the look on her face said it all. With three steps to the right, she opened the top drawer of Tobias’s dresser and, viola... his pink tie.

“You're still planning on wearing this one, right?” She teased. “Because where is it? Oh, look, exactly where I told you it was… in your tie drawer.”

Tobias bit his lower lip, amusement and embarrassment evident in his grin.

“You know you are so incredibly sexy,” he growled as his arms wrapped around her waist. “What do you say I tell Ma to take the girls to Church, and you and I stay home to do very… unholy things.”

“Tobias,” she giggled, pushing him away. “Stop trying to distract me. It won’t work.”

“The hell it won't,” he hummed.

“Mmmm, you’re right,” she acquiesced, “but it’s Easter… and we’re spending it with our girls, so let me get dressed.”

“If you must,” he grumbled. “I want to go check on the girls anyway. They’ve been quiet for over fifteen minutes, so I’m all but waiting for the fire alarm to go off.”

“Where are your bunny ears?” Brooke squeaked.

“Who, me?” Tobias asked with a raised brow. 

“No, Daddy!” Brooke giggled. “Sammy’s!”

“I’m not wearing bunny ears,” Samantha explained. “I’m too mature now.”

“You’re not mature!” Brooke countered, then tugged at her father's sleeve so he would crouch down and she could whisper. “Daddy, what does mature mean?”

“It means Sammy is growing up, baby. So, she’s graduated from bunny ears to a bunny barrette. From what I understand, this is a natural progression, and you’ll get the bunny barrette one day too.”

Brooke flung around with her hands on her hips and a dramatic flair.  

“Is that why you got a jacket like Mommy’s? You think you're grown up?”

“Be quiet!” Sammy shot back.

“Sammy, Brooke… be nice! Why can’t you girls be more like Kayla.”

“Daddy… she can’t talk yet….” Samantha answered sarcastically.

“Oh! So that’s why she’s my favorite!”

“Daddy!” Brooke laughed, tickling his legs. “I’m your favorite!”

“No, I’m your favorite,” Samantha laughed, getting in on the tickling.

“You’re all my favorites!” he insisted as he corralled them. “Now, no more playing until after church. We can’t mess up our pretty outfits before pictures. Grammie would kill us.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to deal with that,” Sammy agreed.

“Fine,” Brooke surrendered. “But I still think you should wear bunny ears!”

“Well, I’m not. And neither are you if you don’t get them fast.”

Tobias & Brooke turned around to find Kayla gleefully crawling across the floor to grab the bunny ears, and they were just about in her mouth when Tobias swooped in for the save.

“Kayla baby, those don’t taste good. Trust me.”

“Have you tried eating them?” Samantha winked.

Tobias looked at his daughter sternly, then bopped her in the nose. “What I do with my time after you go to sleep is none of your business, young lady.”

“Is everything all right down here?” Casey asked as she walked down the stairs.

“Whoa!” Tobias with a slow whistle. “Much better now. You look… wow.”

“Daddy,” Sammy scolded. “Gross!”

“Hey,” Casey laughed. “There is nothing wrong with your Daddy thinking I look pretty.”

“That’s right!” Tobias enthused.

Brooke tugged at Casey’s leg. “I think you look pretty, too. Mommy.”

“Well, thank you, sweetheart. And you look beautiful, all of you do.”

“OK, now let’s all look beautiful in the car. Because I may be in my mid-forties….”

“Late forties…” Casey playfully added.

“… MID-forties, but I still don’t want to hear my mom complain.”

“Daddy,” Brooke said, grabbing his hand.

“When I’m in my mid-forties, I won’t be afraid of you.”

“Of course, you won’t,” he chuckled. “You’re not even afraid of me now.”

“Mmmm,” Casey beamed, closing her eyes to commit the moment to memory. “I’m so glad we’re early, and I’m glad there weren’t any parking spots close by. It’s a perfect day to stroll through the park.”

“It really is,” Tobias agreed, then he went silent. Clutching his wife’s hand tighter, he swallowed hard to hold back tears.

His mind flashed back to a much darker time; it was hard to believe it was less than a year ago. At Casey’s bedside, begging whatever greater power would listen to save her. Telling his oldest girls that their baby sister was coming home, but Mommy wasn’t… not yet, then lying and assuring them she would, when he had no way of knowing if that was true. He had never been a man that needed reminders of how blessed he was, but he appreciated every moment a thousand times more now.

“Hey,” Casey whispered, squeezing his hand. A look passed between them that didn’t require any words. “It’s OK,” she smiled. “I’m right here.”

His lips curled upward as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “I love you,” he mouthed, and Casey did the same. Then with one loud click, the quiet moment was over.

“Uncle Jordan!” the older girls shrieked, running into their uncle’s waiting arms.

“Hey, easy… watch the camera!” He laughed as they tackled him.

“And watch his suit!” Tobias ordered.

“You really are still afraid of Mom, aren’t you?” Jordan laughed as he gave his big brother a hug.

“Like you’re not!”

“Well, I’m going to be on her good side when I show her the amazing candid picture I just took of you. The perfect Easter morning.”

“Every morning is perfect as long as I’m with my girls,” Tobias grinned.

“Amen to that,” Jordan smiled, wrapping his arm around Casey.

“And when you say ‘your girls,’ surely, that includes me,” an eloquent voice stated from behind.

“Grammie!!!!” The girls screeched, rushing over to shower her with hugs and kisses.

“Oh, hello! Hello, my little angels!” Vivian beamed.

Jordan tapped his brother on the shoulder, “She was never like that with us.”

“That’s because you weren’t this cute!” Vivian shot back before lovingly greeting her sons and Casey. “Kayla! Grammie’s baby girl!” She gushed, all but ripping her from Tobias’s arms. Fortunately, Kayla was all too happy to go.

“Mom, I got a great picture of them for you!”

“I’m sure you did, son. The camera loves these beautiful ladies.”

“And me, Ma,” Tobias inserted. “It loves me, too.”

Vivian smirked as she straightened her son's lapel with her free hand. “I suppose I made a couple handsome boys myself,” she agreed.

“Wow! No wise-ass reply,” Tobias exclaimed. “It’s an Easter miracle.”

Vivian turned to Casey, “I don’t know how you put up with him."

“Aww, but you're so glad I do!" Casey grinned. “You know how much I love him.”

“I do,” Vivian grinned. “And that's all I ever wanted for him. Now,” she said, fixing her gaze on Jordan. “when do you think you'll follow in your brother's footsteps."

“Oh, would you look at that,” Jordan sighed. “The church bell is ringing! Have to get inside.”

“Talk about saved by the bell,” Tobias simpered as the family entered the chapel.

Easter Night:

Casey was exhausted, already unwinding under the covers when Tobias got out of the shower. He sat at the foot of the bed and lovingly gazed at her as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone.

“Whatcha looking at?” he asked from the foot of the bed.

“Just checking out everyone’s Easter pictures.”

“Jordan really got a great shot of us!”

“He sure did,” Casey sang.  “I am already asked him to have a portrait made so we can hang it over the mantle.”

“Beat me to it,” he chuckled.  “So, what’s the Insta feedback on our epic family photo? I'm sure everyone is green with envy."

“I don't know about that," she shrugged, "but our photo is getting rave reviews! Well, except for...."

“Except!?” Tobias exclaimed.  “Who dared to say anything negative?”

“Not negative,” she laughed.  “But some of your old Boston friends are still flummoxed that the Tobias Carrick is a bonafide family man!”

“Really,” he shook his head. “We’ve been together over a decade.  They need to get with the program. What are the morons saying?”

“Let’s see, Terrance said, ‘Tobias was always happiest surrounded by women, but I still remember when the photo would have looked a little different.”

“Do I need to log on?” He sighed.

“No,” Casey laughed, "it’s all good-natured… besides, your mother is already handling him.”

“Good!”

“But he has a point…” she yawned as she pulled Tobias next to her.  “Your life sure did change.  Any regrets, Dr. Carrick?”

Casey scrunched her nose with disapproval when he didn’t answer right away. He looked away as if deep in thought.

"Well?" she asked.

"Honestly, I do have one regret."

“Oh really? And what’s that?”

“That I didn’t meet you sooner.”

Casey playfully kissed his cheek.

“You just want post-Easter nookie.”

“Post meaning tomorrow,” he laughed.  “While you’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired. You need to get some rest.”

“Mmm,” she said, already dozing off, “will you hold me?”

Tobias pulled her closer, then tucked the comforter around them, placing a kiss on her forehead before holding her close.

"As if that was ever in question."

_____

Yep, guys, they went to sleep without having sex. It's an Easter miracle! 🤣🤣

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