How would the rfa and Saeran react to MC being an irl princess of some foreign country? Like... honest to goodness royalty? Thanks!
A/N: I hope this was everything you wanted! I don’t really know much about royalty so I just kinda rolled with it.. If it’s not good I’m sorry! Anyway, if there are parts that don’t make sense i’M SO SORRY I HAVE A FEVER but i’m using this time to write requests because my bby followers deserve it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Thank you all for the support you give us, 404 and I are working hard on requests right now <3 ~ 626
this poor boy had no idea, he doesn’t pay much
attention to pop culture like that
one day you invite him over to play games at
your house because you have a super huge tv and you knew he’d love that!
when he’s at the gates of your mansion
house, he calls you because there’s no way this can be your house???
“MC, are you pranking me??? It was bad enough
last time when you put toothpaste in my oreos!”
“Just come in, you dork”
when he hears the gate buzz, he finally realizes that you’re rich as hell
it all makes sense now??? You always take him
out to super expensive restaurants and for Christmas you got him an amazing
he’s about to faint oh my god yOU’RE SO RICH
when he’s roaming around the hallways of your
mansion looking for your room (he refused the butler’s help, he could do it
himself), hE SEES A PICTURE OF YOU AND YOUR PARENTS AND YOU’RE ALL WEARING
nah, no, there’s no way you’re royalty, you guys
probably did a photo shoot, there’s no way this is possible
that an entire row of pictures where your dad is meeting important people
Barack Obama? Is that the pRIME MINSTER OF SOUTH KOREA???
when he wakes up, he finds himself in a huge bed
and you’re sitting next to him playing a game
“You’re finally awake! I’ve told you that you
need to take care of yourself, did you even eat today?”
“MC ARE A YOU A QUEEN?”
“No, but I will be in the future”
Aaand he faints again
Once he finally gets used to the idea of you
being a princess, it makes so much more sense to him!
You’ve always sounded really polite and elegant
when you speak, and you handle the RFA fundraisers so easily, no matter what
He loves seeing you all dressed up, you’re so
cute and beautiful!!! <3
You’re his Princess Zelda
He thought your name sounded familiar when you
introduced yourself in the chat, but he didn’t really think about it
But when he finally gets to meet you, he’s in so
It can’t be, a princess fell in love with him
If you thought his ego was big before, it’s
the size of the Titanic now
It’s even bigger when you tell him you
watched his movies before you talked to him on the app
It never really hits him until you go shopping
with him one day and you buy him a Louis Vuitton suitcase aS IF IT’S NOTHING???
wAIT YOU’RE BUYING LIKE 5 BAGS TOO???
Like yeah he makes decent money from acting, but
holy hell you’re rich
He honestly loves this so much though
You two are an amazingly dressed power couple!
You’ll take over the political world and he’ll
take over the pop culture world <3
You end up giving him “prince” lessons
You teach him how to deal with the pressure of
the public and how to speak politely but firmly
You make him walk with books on his head and
record him even though that’s something you never had to do
You get him to quit smoking by telling him a
true prince would never do such a thing
He almost cries
HE LOVES DOING PHOTO SHOOTS WITH YOU, HE WILL
USE AN EXCUSE TO BE IN A MAGAZINE WITH YOU
“it’s your half birthday”
“it’s national best friend’s day”
“it’s tHE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY WE FIRST DID IT
zen pls no
He wears his future crown at home when no one
He’s really happy that you’re a public figure so
he can flaunt you when you guys go out <3
She knew the second you introduced yourself in
She’s honestly dazzled, a real life princess???
What is this???
But she kept herself in check, she realized you
probably have a lot of people who hound you on a regular basis, she didn’t
wanna be one of them
But she honestly loves talking to about your
country’s political system
With your leadership skills and Jaehee’s
organizational skills, you both work together to implement programs for
You two are a power couple omg, literally
unstoppable, you two even consider starting clean water projects in other
Jaehee considers opening a coffeeshop chain
in your country
She loves seeing you dress up!!! You’re so
adorable and beautiful in all the elegant clothing <3
She totally doesn’t take pictures of you when
you aren’t looking, there’s no way she has an album of 300 pictures of you
She’s really afraid of how the world will react
when they find out you two are actually together???
Dumbass tabloids think you two are “gal pals”
But you don’t care, even if you have to step
down, you don’t care
“Listen Jaehee, I love you. You’re my best
friend and I would not trade that for the world. If my country wants me to step
down because I have a girlfriend, I will. I’ll find a life with you because I
cannot imagine a life without you.”
tEARS SO MANY TEARS
Jaehee highkey lowkey uses you to meet famous
people (but she loves you, es okay)
You don’t really mind though, it makes her happy
So you take her to as many events as you can,
you want to make her smile as much as you can
You love this precious little bean and you are going to give her the world
Of course he knew who you were, he wasn’t an
And while it was nice to know that you weren’t
with him for the money
He was kinda disappointed???
You’re a princess, you have the entire world at
He wanted to spoil you, but you??? Have???
Everything you want or need???
But with the help of Zen but with his
brilliant mind, he was able to come up with stuff he knew you never got!
hE WILL MAKE SO MANY THINGS FOR U
He started making food for you <3
And yes it tastes terrible at first but it got
better after awhile!
At the beginning he was the type to just put
the entire egg with the shell in cake mix
hE’S SO CUTE IN AN APRON OMG
He takes knitting classes???
He knits you everything he possibly can, a
sweater, scarf, gloves, beanies
He totally doesn’t knit a baby blanket and
baby hat for your future kids
He supports your decision not become queen
because you decided you wanted to do other than things than run a country
Like be his totally hot secretary
You eventually move into his place and he lowkey
feels ashamed bc it’s so much smaller than what you’re used to
But you assure him that you prefer his place
because smaller places feel so much more homey than mansions
You’re actually much busier than Jumin when it
comes to work so he’s always home before you and he spoils you so much
When you come home, you can always expect a
There’s alwaysa warm meal that he makes because he’s not letting someone else do
something for you that he can
When you have really bad days at work, he runs a
nice, hot bubble bath couple with candles and rose petals
He’s pretty much ur house spouse, who knew Jumin
could take on such a domestic role???
But he’s still senpai in the sheets
Ofc he found out when he did a background search
And he’s so fascinated by you???
You help run a country??? You do so many good
He’ll never understand though
someone as great as you fall for someone as terrible as him
Everything you do is so great and he’s stuck in
a field of work that could get him killed
But with your power, you’re able to get him out
of his job
And he’s so, so thankful to you
He doesn’t really let himself be vulnerable in
front of you but when you told him you could help him, he cried for hours
What did he do to get someone as amazing you???
He doesn’t know it but you totally got
someone to assassinate his dad
You actually help him get a job as an engineer
He hates using you for your connections but he
knows he deserves the job, he’s not going to deny his talent and ability
He’s so thankful for you
And he becomes your right-hand man??? Anytime
you need to make a difficult decision about your country, he’s there for you!!!
He gets a pet monkey so he can compare
himself to Aladdin
“Listen children,,, you don’t know how hard life
was for me,,, I was a beggar,,, always stealing food to survive,,,”
“Saeyoung, stop lying to the children and
actually teach them, I wanted you to get the kids interested in computers”
“I was nothing but a boy with a monkey and a
You two come up with a plan to get kids more
interested in computers and he’s in charge <3
He loves teaching all the children! They’re all
silly and goofy like him
He has no idea where he would be without you and
he’s so glad he met you
This boy has no idea, like none at all
Rika chose you to retrieve the phone, and he was
just supposed to follow you
And he knows like nothing about pop culture “It’s
useless information that’ll take up space in my brain” so he didn’t know
who you were
He finds out one day when he sees an article
about you helping open up a school in a third world country???
Like he thought you were amazing before
You were the one who helped him through his
therapy, through all the nightmares that plagued his nights, through all the
bad thoughts that overwhelmed him
In his head, you’d always been his queen
But it turns out you’re actually a princess?!?!
help so much around the world
He could deal with you being a princess if it
weren’t for the fact that you were a huge philanthropist
You educated women in India about reproductive
health??? You helped teach disabled children in China??? yOU DONATED 25 MILLION
DOLLARS TO A HOSPITAL IN SEOUL???
He actually killed someone and you helped people
live longer and better
He actually avoids you for a few weeks after he
He’s just having a hard time coming to terms
with it? You’re a goddess and he’s the
devil, why are you with him?
But you weren’t having any of it, you literally
kicked his door down, you gave him his space and now you were going to talk
He ends up crying in your lap
But you manage to talk it out with him and you
make it very clear that you aren’t going
“I love you, okay? You don’t have to understand
why I do, but you need to know that I do. I don’t care if you think I deserve
better because I choose you, Saeran. I
will always choose you.”
He eventually decides he wants to help people
Yes, he made a huge mistake in the past, one
that he is so sorry for, and he will spend the rest of his life trying to make
up for that
He’s no V, he’ll never be an angel, but he’s
sure as hell gonna make the world a less crappy place
He comes up with so many great ideas!
Music programs for underprivileged children!
Reading classes for uneducated adults! Programs that help teenagers get work
He creates so many outreach programs and he’s so
happy that you gave him the chance to do that
Started from the bottom now we’re here
This boy is as clueless as Saeran
Between photography and Rika and being a
dumbass, he doesn’t pay much attention to the world
He ends up finding out through Jumin??
“Oh by the way MC’s father is going to be
visiting my father, we’re going to talk about having MC model for one of our
He’s honestly so happy though
You’re such a fantastic person who else could
put up with him pining after Rika for so long and you deserve everything
You deserve all the praise and attention you get
He totally doesn’t fantasize about becoming a
And he so doesn’t go around singing Disney
“anD AT LAST I SEE THE LIGHT”
“what was that honey?”
“Thinking about the top 10 things a blind person
will never say”
This boy is such a saint, you two implement a
program to help disabled children
And not only does he help implement the program,
but he actually participates in it???
Crying cause V deserves the world
He becomes your family’s official photographer!
This happens because he was lowkey salty when
you hired someone else for an event
“Oh you need my help getting something from the
high shelf??? Why don’t you ask that photographer?”
V pls shut up
But you do drag him to one of your photoshoots
and after that he’s as addicted as Zen
You two make such a beautiful couple, how could
he not be addicted???
He has pictures of you everywhere in his
And he knows how much you love him, he can
always feel it, but he absolutely adores
the expression on your face when you’re looking at him and seeing it from an
outside perspective makes him want to cry
prompt: they have matching tattoo’s but not the ones people think
warnings: mostly happy
author note: this is a little au where wizards can cast a spell when they meet someone they believe is their soul mates and it will stitch their souls together so they are. the only problem is that once your soul is stitch to another’s, you can’t unstitch it.
That sort of spell was hidden away in the library. Not in the restricted area where it should have been but deep in the shelves. It took him a whole two weeks to find the worn book from too many hands passing it along over stupidity and lust. The reason behind its hiding was for the fact that first and second years, far too young and fickle, would cast the spell and be forever suck. Draco, who was in his fifth year, was not as fickle as a first year. Nor was he young at mind any longer. And he was not in the slightest willing to put the book back. It was enticing and everything he was looking for.
His stiff fingers traced the thin pages, trying to find that spell. The one he isn’t even suppose to know exists. It took him a total of twelve minutes to find it and his face breaks out into a warm smile before memorizing it for later.
He’d sure the smile on his face is scaring people but he doesn’t care, he’s just trying to find you. Because this is something you both need–mostly so he knows you’re safe but still. He wants to do this with you and only you. No one else needs to know, not until you’re older and aren’t seen as children. You don’t understand why he’s so insistent on doing it because you’re going to be fine, he isn’t so sure.
It’s late in the astronomy tower when you both cast the spell. The blinding colors wrapping around themselves and then a burning pain erupted just below your collarbone. Burning perfect black marks into your skin. Identical to the ones burning into him.
This is your beautiful secret, one to cover up all the ugly coming, all the ugly in his life. Something to show each other that no matter what you always had each other and always would. This spell, that bound your souls together, was everlasting.
It didn’t taste like honey and you didn’t see galaxies in Draco’s eyes when your souls wound together. No, it was much more simple, so much more beautiful. His eyes were bleak and his skin translucent and you saw him as him. All of his flaws and imperfections and the terrible things he had done and become. No longer were either of your minds clouded by love–as most people’s were. This love that you now had was untouchable and real and painstakingly valid.
When you were apart–when his own curse took him away and you sided with what was right–you still held to the fact that you’d be reunited. When everything settled down and no one was really asking questions again. He’d come to you. Where ever you went, he was sure to follow. His fingers pressed against his never-fading mark just below his collarbone.
He begs you to leave before the battle and you press your fingers to his cheek and smile, “you know I can’t Draco.”
You’re tired and he’s dying on the inside but neither of you can leave that moment. He can hear the shouts of people he once called friends and barely notices the people running in the halls of his old school. His hand takes yours and presses his harder against his cheek and then brings it to his lips and kisses the palm. Afraid that one of you won’t make it out–he wants to remember the feeling of your skin.
It’s a dreadful walk to the outside, where the two sides stand. You both stand at the back but you know he’s going to leave you and though it hurts you let his hand goes as he does. Fingers lingering before he officially pulls away and when you’re fighting you think that’s the last time you’ll ever see him again.
It isn’t. Despite his family running once the battle began he comes back. Tells his mother he can’t leave and she understands. Let’s him go back–it’s over when he walks into the rubble. Bodies are being moved and Voldemort is dead. He always kisses Harry but refrains and simply asks if he had seen you.
Harry nods and gestures toward the ruins of the castle. Draco nods and heads in that direction. Again, he’s thankful that Harry is Harry and though he won’t say it, Harry had a lot to do with you not being completely caught up in the battle. Nor will Draco know how, he just knows that Harry has his ways.
He sees you at the same time you see him and your bloody and his shirt is a little ruffled and his shoes are scuffed but he’s overwhelmed. You’re alive and in his arms and kissing him–he calms himself and hugs and kisses you back.
It’s three years later and the tattoo on his skin is a faded reminder of darker times. The pitch black tattoo below collarbone is a reminder of the beauty in his life. There’s a skip in his step and a ring in his pocket. A sweet smile on his face and he greets Harry, Hermione, and Ron as he passes them in Diagon Alley. It’s simple, your souls were bound together before you cast that spell.
Do you think the song 'I Won't Say I'm In Love' from Disney's Hercules can be related to Tobirama and Madara in anyway? Like would it fit them?
*starts wheezing* Ok, I have to thank you because my thought process went: “I won’t say I’m in love” > Meg’s purple dress > Madara or Tobirama > Hades > Madara >
And then I just keep laughing for awhile. Thank you so much for this mental association, rewatching that song was so much more hilarious with MadaTobi in mind. SO MUCH MORE HILARIOUS.
Anyway, your question: it could totally work for them because they’re both stubborn enough to flatly refuse to admit anything, albeit probably for slightly different reasons.
Madara probably had the messy relationships and is absolutely okay with loudly denying things rather than going through that embarrassment again (omg, Izuna in place of the muses calling out on Madara’s bullshit *cackles harder*). Tobirama probably doesn’t do relationships often and is just like “I have terrible taste, I have no idea what I’m thinking, I have absolutely no time for this and far too many things to do. No. No. This is unnecessary.”
I AM VERY EXCITED FOR PURPLE NAIL POLISH CREDENCE (Very very very excited over here!)
This is one of those ones I kind of want someone else to have already written so I can just read it. But I will just have to soldier on and write it myself, once I figure out whether it wants to have an actual plot or literally just be Credence Wears Purple Nail Polish And Both He And Graves Feel A Way About It.
(Credence tucking his feet up under himself bashfully while he reads after his visit with Modesty, second-guessing letting Modesty paint his toes. But she’d been so happy to share this with him, how could he say no? What are the chances he can get it off before Graves gets home? If there’s a spell for this, he hasn’t learned it yet, and it’s not the kind of thing you want to experiment with alone and end up toeless.)
(Modesty is just so delighted with herself and the things her new foster family lets her have and do. The pretty ones like the nail polish, and the delicious ones like spicy food and the scary ones like going to bed without saying prayers. There’s just so much to the world, how did she never know that before? She doesn’t understand how Credence can spend so much of his time cooped up in that boring apartment with stuffy Mr. Graves, when there’s an entire world to see. She considers it her sisterly duty to bring him things he might not have found yet on his own: dumplings, nail polish, music, a scarf she knitted him with the softest yarn. She didn’t even know yarn could be beautiful and soft instead of scratchy and beige.)
(Graves. Well. He knows the spell to take the polish off, or for that matter to put it on. He hasn’t always been Auror Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security. He was a pretty young thing once, too. But he’s highly unmotivated to teach Credence the spell. Credence blushes so prettily when he’s nervous about overstepping some imagined boundary, and it’s such a pleasure to show him that the boundaries are never where he thinks they are, and to watch him unfurl into the newly-discovered spaces in his mind.)
(Probably this all ends with post-coital dumpling eating and a mutual agreement that Modesty’s taste in nail polish and food is exquisite but her music preferences are alarmingly terrible, but we shall see.)
For fanfic trope? Yo.... yo... gimme soul mate au. It's so cliche (i.e. I fucking love it).
fuck ha ha i know you like the free bois so……..rinrei?
Rei hates the soulmate business. Its really not beautiful. The fact that you age until you are 18 and then stop, and then age normally after you find your soulmate is stupid and incomprehensible. Like HELLO? How do you decipher whether you aged or not? After 18, the results wont show immediately so you gotta wait a few months to see if you have changes in your appearances or your height or build etc etc and it frankly boggles him. And by that time, how would you know who exactly??? is your soulmate??? It could have been anybody by then??? The exact pinpointing factor doesn’t exist and it makes him so confused that he tries to avoid the topic at all times. Lest he rants too much and gets nick named as the guy who didn’t believe in soulmates. Its as confusing as swimming to him. Only Nagisa has been privy to his rants.
Until of course, swimming happens. And more so when Haru turns 18.
“Makoto-senpai? Is your shoulder width increasing?”
“Ha ha, really?”Makoto shrugs, beaming a smile outshining the fucking sun.”I didn’t notice it.”
No one is surprised when Makoto and Haru age normally. When they move about their life in Tokyo after college in that weirdly we-were-already-kinda-soulmates-from-birth-so-we-dont-particularly-care way.
Its something beautiful and makes him yearn for it.
He starts pursuing it. Dual major in Medicine and Soulmate Studies. He gets a chance to move to Australia for his final year, and continue his PhD there which he takes. And whereupon he contacts the one person he knows who lives there.
“Rin-san, I am……how do I say this? But can I …..move in with you?” He holds up his hands, palms forward, flushing. “Ahh, but only for a while! I promise! I will move as soon as i get-”
“Rei, come on man. You can move in ha ha.” Rin gives his trademark toothy smile. “Just shoot me a text when you take the flight.”
So they settle. Friends because of a healthy rivalry become roommates who……surprisingly blend very well. Rin who doesn’t get along much with other people, suffering his life with Ai’s messiness, Haru’s dazed and one mind thinking, Sousuke who steals his bed and cola just to piss him off, gets along swimmingly with Rei.
The guy keeps his things neat and precise, works hard at what he wants, and most of all has classical music taste. Sure there is a few terrible pop rock and hard metal thrown in there but Mozart hits the right notes after a gruelling workout. Food is terrible though and Rei’s “I am fabulous and I know it” fashion sense is actually pretty cheesy and laughable. But meh he loves it.
They go out to a few places which Australia has to offer and search for food spots and play with Winnie from time to time. Russel and Lori love Rei a bit too much in his opinion.
All in all, he likes hanging around with Rei more than he ever thought he would. He could probably live with Rei forever and wouldn't think twice about it.
“What are you doing? It’s saturday night.”
“I am looking at some old photographs.” Rei’s face is screwed up in concentration before he looks up. “Don’t you have training?”
Rin scratches his cheek. “Yeah…..it got canceled. Its a fucking holiday this weekend and the pool isn’t open so I am staying put inside.” He sits beside Rei and picks up one of the pictures. “Why? Whats this all about?”
Rei furrows his eyebrows and looks down at the table, strewn with pictures from his childhood. “Its…..confusing.” He mutters. More to himself.
Rin pokes through a few of them. Rei looks adorable in this one. No better in this one. No even better in this one. He smiles easy looking through all of them, kinda wishing he was there to see it all. Rei was so cute. He is always cute, even when he had ketchup on his nose and a soggy burger in his hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little alarm bell rings.
Then he stumbles on some pictures where he is there. Standing next to Makoto, arguing with Haru or putting an arm around Rei and teasing him or having a glaring showdown with Sousuke. There is even one when he had his 18th birthday party. He is sitting on his bed, down with cold and all his friends around him. Cake on his bed and popping confetti in the background. He is glaring at the camera, prissy about being sick. He chuckles.
Rei starts. “What is it?”
“Oh nothing. Wow we have changed huh? All grown and gone separate ways…”
“Rin-san.” There is terseness in that voice that Rin notices. “We have changed.”
“Yeah thats what I sai-”
“No no.” Rei points to the photos he had in his hands. One from the birthday party and the other taken last weekend when they both had gone to the zoo. Rin and Rei have their arms around each other’s shoulders and taking the selfie wonkily. Rin notices how happy they both are, and how close. He hadn’t noticed that before. The alarm in his head is banging a little louder now. Nearly drowning out Rei’s voice. “We have changed. You and me.”
Do you and your S/O get into constant arguments and dont know how to get over it? Dont worry, lots of couples have those problems. Especially when the relationship is longer that 1 year. Here are some ways to help if you’re in an argument:
-Think before you speak: sometimes what you say can be taken out of context, especially if your tone or body language says somthing different. Try to sit down and have eye contact if the situation is very important.
-Apologizing: If you and your spouse just finished an argument and you feel terrible, apologize. Make sure its very heartfelt and have reasons why you’re sorry. Just saying sorry isnt going to help. Make them feel better with your apology.
-Activities: If you think your argument might’ve ruined your relationship, quickly take your spouse out the house. Fresh air can help clear your mind and relax. Maybe bring some snacks and drinks. Help fill the heart with some good tasting treats.
-Spend time apart: This is a laat resort type of thing. You never wanna spend too much time apart but it could help, Especially if they request it. Time apart can help make the heart stronger. You feel empty and want to be loved again. It can really make the relationship stronger.
I hope these tips help if you’re ever in an argument. I love you all and have a wonderful day. 💜💙🐱
What I find the most ridiculous about your anon haters is how after you do something they don't like they go insult your husband as well like he be blogging about Harry Styles' luscious hair, minding his business then all these crazy anons start attacking him.
My favourite thing is the anon was like ‘you have terrible taste in music’
Like poor Harry Styles. Dude didn’t have anything to do with it and now he’s getting dragged into discourse lmao.
Sometimes I wonder how much harry likes eating girls out. Do you think he gets off on it a lot, knowing his mouth is making you fall apart like that? And thinking about how good he'd look between your thighs, mouth and chin glistening with you as he sucks and licks at you kills me. Do you think he likes having his hair pulled? Does it make him moan against you when you feel so good you have to yank at his hair? Can we talk about this??
…. oh my god…..
Okay so first of all YES! That little fucker and his praise kink probably LIVES for getting you off. So yeah, knowing you’re laying there screaming his name all because of his tongue?! It’s gonna do terrible things to his mind. And his cock.
He’s also likely the type to reach up and grab your hand, placing it in his hair and nudging it so you tug. “Mmm,” he moans against you. “Please pull, baby. Making me so hard. Fuck, you taste so good.”
Alfred was not prepared for the sight that greeted him when he got home that afternoon. He had spent all morning battling other shoppers looking for a few more gifts to bestow upon his friends for the upcoming holiday. Then he had spent an extra half an hour driving in the steadily worsening snow that had begun while he was browsing the local shops. He had expected to come home and find Arthur curled up on the couch with some tea and the fire blazing, but when he stepped through the door, his British boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. There were, however, noises coming from the kitchen and a lingering smell of smoke in the air.
‘That can’t be good,’ Alfred thought, smiling a bit as he pulled off his gloves and tossed them on the floor.
Arthur was a determined cook, however he wasn’t very good. Everything he cooked was edible, it was just usually off somehow. Too many spices, slightly underdone, slightly overdone. For the most part, Alfred didn’t mind—if cooking made Artie happy then Al was happy. He just wished that his gorgeous Arthur would pay a little more attention when he indulged in his ‘culinary masterpieces.’ Shaking his head in anticipation to what he suspected he would find in the kitchen, Alfred set his bags down and moved farther into the house, tracking snow from his boots on the hardwood floors. Peeking around the corner, his mouth dropped a bit at the scene before him.
The entire kitchen was a disaster zone, with almost every inch of counter space covered with dirty bowls, spoons, measuring cups and every ingredient for baking cookies known to humankind. The kitchen island was piled high with ‘finished product,’ some of which looked quite delicious even if they were outnumbered by the ones burnt beyond recognition. There were enough cookies to feed a small country; and Alfred’s proper blonde Brit was standing smack in the middle of the entire mess.
Realizing that he was no longer alone, Arthur turned to face his boyfriend with a sheepish look on his face. “Hello love,” he ducked his head slightly, his cheeks going a pretty pink. “I didn’t know you’d be home this early.”
Taking in the scene before him, Alfred burst into laughter. Arthur’s usually immaculate clothes were covered in streaks of flour, there was something that looked like egg shells in his hair, and he was randomly splattered with cookie batter.
“What in the world are you doing?” Alfred took a step towards his adorable Englishman.
Patting his own cheek absently, Arthur looked around the room, blinking rapidly as if noticing for the first time what a huge mess he had made. “I was just trying to get the biscuits done before you got home.”
“Why?” Alfred smiled. “You know I like making cookies—it’s one of my favorite parts of the holidays. You didn’t have to do it by yourself.”
“It was a surprise,” Arthur hung his head a bit. “I wanted to make all the kinds you like.”
Alfred chuckled, “Well then you’re gonna be here ‘til New Years cause I like about a thousand different kinds.”
Arthur grinned, reached out with the wooden spoon he was holding and swung it toward Alfred saying “You git!” Alfred nimbly jumped back, avoiding the spoon and snatching it out of his lover’s hand in one motion. Laughing as he took the large wooden spoon from the Brit, Alfred placed most of it in his mouth, licking off the large amount of batter clinging to the utensil.
“Stop that!” Arthur tried to grab the spoon back. “You can’t just lick it off you know—that is very unsanitary! Now I can’t use this spoon again—no one wants your germs!”
“Honey,” Alfred smiled, his mouth still full of cookie dough. “No one is going to eat these things. They’re terrible—and I know you don’t mind my germs.” The tall American winked at his sputtering, red-faced partner. Taking a step towards his lover, Alfred reached up to cup the shorter man’s cheeks. He leaned down to press a soft, sweet kiss on Arthur’s lips and pulled back smiling saying, “You taste like gingerbread.”
“Well,” Arthur smiled, “I had to taste them you know—that’s what those cooking shows all say.”
“Uh huh,” Alfred grinned and leaned in for one more kiss. “You just wanted all the delicious dough for yourself—I see how it is, old man.” The American wiped a small streak of batter off of the Brit’s cheek and grinned. His boyfriend was adorable—so determined to be amazing in the kitchen. The Englishman was amazing in other rooms of the house, and in Alfred’s mind, that was more than enough—they could always order takeout or buy cookies from the store. Alfred figured it was a lost cause, but he would indulge his lover for as long as Arthur wanted.
Grabbing one of the more burnt cookies from the pile on the island, Alfred popped it in his mouth, taking care not to grimace at the taste of ash. Grabbing a spatula off of the counter and waving it next to his face he smiled at Arthur and said “Can I help?”
Arthur beamed and blushed a bit deeper before saying “Of course love.” He handed Alfred some frosting and pointed to the pile of blackened baked goods. “We can decorate the sugar cutouts for now.”
As Alfred set to work, attempting to make the burnt cookies at least look delectable, Arthur simply watched him with a huge smile spreading across his face. Sliding up behind the taller blonde, Arthur slipped his arms around Alfred’s waist and gave him a quick kiss on the back of his neck and whispered, “Thank you love.”
Turning to wrap his free hand around Arthur’s shoulders while still using his left to spread frosting, Alfred tucked his boyfriend underneath his arm and asked, “For what?”
“You never tell me to stop,” Arthur nestled his head against the American’s firm chest. “You never tell me to give up.”
Pressing a firm kiss to Arthur’s messy hair, Alfred tilted the Brit’s chin up so that he could look into his eyes. “That’s cause I don’t want you to,” he stated.
Both men smiled and wrapped their arms around each other, all baking forgotten as they shared a deep kiss.
“You do realize I could finish this in, like, three seconds, right?” Barry asks you over his shoulder.
“And let you break them all?”
“I’m fast, not hasty. There’s a difference,” he said.
You press a butter knife to his bicep in as menacing a way as you can muster. “We are doing our dishes the normal way, Barry Allen. Together, after our meal, at a normal speed.”
Barry rolls his head back. “But why?”
“Because I said so, that’s why. You dry.” You begin scrubbing out a bowl.
“Fine, but I don’t understand it.”
You smile to yourself. Even the Flash ought to do a healthy amount of chores in a day.
Caitlin stands, ankle-deep in scummy water. She strikes a strange sight: the poised, articulate scientist standing amid the overflow of a crapper.
You throw back your head in laughter.
“What?” Caitlin asks, looking a little irritated. You stop laughing; she IS armed with a plunger.
“Nothing, nothing. Just… you.”
“Me?” Caitlin asks. She arches an eyebrow stiffly.
You wade across the bathroom, put your hands on her waist, then kiss her firmly.
“Caitlin, you’re a masterpiece,” you say, taking the plunger.
A blush and a small smile settle on her face as you both go forth to conquer the plumbing.
“Will you shut up?!” Cisco yells.
“I don’t think that smacking it with the mop handle is doing anything,” you say helpfully.
Cisco looks down at you from where he stands on top of a desk, giving you a flat look. “Gee, I didn’t notice by the sound of ALARMS BLARING IN MY EARS.”
“Mister Ramone!” Harrison yells from the hallways. “Will you please-”
“We’re working on it!” you call, joining Cisco on the desk. “Did you try-”
“I checked the Programming on the computer, I checked the wiring in the alarm system, I checked everything! I don’t know why it’s gone haywire!”
“Well… this is the main alarm?”
“Yeah, all the other-”
“I’m working on it, Harry!”
You reach up and flip open a small compartment, then yank out the batteries, letting them clatter to the desk. Silence falls.
“Thank you,” Harrison says.
Cisco looks at you.
“It’s only a temporary fix of course,” you say.
“I freaking love you,” he says, before kissing you briskly.
You come through the door, surprised at the silence in the house. Eddie usually takes much longer to vacuum. You walk into the living room, impressed.
Then you’re a little less impressed.
“What the heck…”
The entire room seems to be covered in grey dust. The couch, the carpet, the footstools. In the middle of it all is Eddie with an open vacuum beside him.
“Oh, uh… hey, babe,” Eddie says. His eyes scan the mess, not quite meeting yours.
“What in the world happened in here?” you ask, stepping forward.
“Well….” He sighs before going on. “I accidentally sucked up something I was going to give you, and I was trying to find it, but it’s just sort of… everywhere now.” He runs a hand through his close-cropped hair, leaving streaks of grey in the blonde.
You march over and flip the vacuum upside down. Caught in the bristles beneath is a ring, glittering despite the dust.
Eddie’s face lights up. “You found it!”
With a laugh, you slip it on. “Thank you, Eddie.”
“It’s for our anniversary,” he says with a grin. “It’s a day early. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you say with another laugh before kissing him. Then you pull back, making a face at the taste. “Right… let’s clean this up.”
Eobard Thawne doesn’t do chores. That is, until you dragged him to your house and made him live like a mere mortal for a while.
“This is pointless,” he tells you, a duster in hand.
“Hire someone whose full job is this sort of thing.”
“Can’t afford it.”
“I’m doing a terrible job.”
“Yes you are. Dust.”
Harrison wasn’t exactly a neat-freak, but neither was he a messy person. His lab remained a respectable mix of scientifically cluttered and professionally clean.
That is, until he becomes absorbed in a project.
Slowly, the dust levels rise, the clutter turn into a Great Wall of Science, and Harrison himself turns into a sort of mess.
“That is it,” you declare, setting down the coffee so harshly that a screw jumps to the floor. “You have been slaving over this for two weeks and this lab is a mess!”
Harrison looks at you from behind his plexiglass board of formulas, frowning between the white squiggles.
“And we’re cleaning it.” You grasp the edge of the board and roll it away, then snatch up any mostly-completed products and set them aside. Then you drag Wells into attacking the room, armed with rags and organizational boxes.
Harrison never failed to complain at every task about his neglected research, but you could swear–with no small amount of satisfaction–he worked faster once the room was cleaned up.
Thank you for this blog! My dad made me feel like shit for liking the prequels better than the original trilogy and then wondered why I never watched them around him.
I’m so sorry to hear this! You’re not the first person to tell me such a thing and, honestly, I still can’t wrap my mind around how a parent can make their child feel terrible for liking different films than them. For example, myself and my father have wildly different tastes in terms of films, but I’ve never heard him make fun of the fantasy flicks I like, for example, even though he doesn’t understand the appeal of fantasy at all.
Here’s the finished version of the Sonic fusions !! They’re pretty obvious but from left to right:
Sonic & Tails - Probably the most over powered creature on the planet, being the fastest thing alive, super smart, and has the ability to fly. Is very sad that mint candies and chili dogs taste terrible together.
Espio & Silver - Telekinetic ninja who has won the award for ‘most over complicated shoe design’. Makes for an amazing detective.
Rouge & Amy - Loves jewelry and love. Her dream for the future is probably to get the most amazing wedding ring ever. Good at tricking people and playing mind games, but won’t hesitate to kick your ass either.
Shadow & Blaze - Them/they pronouns, most socially awkward person you’ll ever meet. Unless you have a death wish, do not get them angry.
•Kai has light brown eyes
•Lloyd is FTM transgender (that’s just my need to put myself into characters haha)
•Cole used to have crippling anxiety and it still comes back every now and again
•Kai used to play in Little League
•Cole used to be one of those rebellious emo punk teens with the Instagram profile picture of him on a long board and the bio “Cole Brookstone, age 13, bi,don’t judge me, God made everyone everyone perfect but are more perfect than others. Like me. No hate, you will be blocked.” In which the others tease him about constantly.
•Jay tried skateboarding once and ended up in the hospital with a concussion and a broken wrist.
•Jay has blue eyes that are vibrant and blue like electricity
•Zane has grey eyes that change colors in the sun to green
•Cole’s eyes are green/hazel and have little dots in the irises that resemble dirt clods
•All the boys sob at sad movies, especially Lilo and Stitch, in which the girls often tease them about she the boys always say they’re “so tough man!”
•Kai is gay. Like flaming gay. Pun intended.
•The boys had to teach Lloyd to drive after Child’s Play and it went terribly
•Cole is the oldest (16-18ish) and Jay is the youngest (14-16ish)
•The boys also had to teach Jay to drive, it ended in what they call “The Orange Juice Incident of 2015”
•Zane used to have a part time job as various things such as a bricklayer, medical transcriptionist, and a journalist.
•Everyone loves Disney movies. Like, LOVES them, especially the Older ones like Robin Hood, the Secret of Nimh, etc.
•Cole had a pet dog when he was younger
•They had a fish once. It didn’t last long.
•Zane is terrible with pet names and wants to name everything Fluffy and Mr. Fuzzikins
•Kai is still going through his punk phase with bands like Piece the Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, etc. and drags everyone to Warped Tour every year (not that Lloyd and Jay mind, they secretly have the same music taste)
•Cole loves blues and jazz
This is all I can think of off the top of my head, feel free to add some on! I’ll be updating this periodically with more and more I think of. Also ignore any errors, my iPad’s screen is messed up and so it randomly spazzes out a lot and I have to turn it off for a second, but it causes me to type random letters or delete stuff without me noticing right away.