No sleep and spoilers... thats where this comes from! Don’t judge me!
Bernie couldn’t believe it when she saw Serena. They’d arranged weeks ago to have matching elf costumes at the Christmas do, and yet here Serena was, just as they were about to leave, dressed as Santa!
“Santa?” Bernie questioned with a furrowed brow “Serena, I thought we agreed to go as elves?”
Serena nervously changed the weight from one foot to the other “Yes, well SOMEONE has to show that Italian Stallion how its done.” Serena looked away as Bernie’s puppy dog eyes were brought out in full force “I’ll make it up to you later” she said then, winking at Bernie.
Bernie smirked then “Can I be your little helper?” she whispered seductively.
“Well if it keeps your tongue wagging at me and not the Italian Stallion, you can be what ever you want” replied Serena in a deep voice as her eyes drifted to the blondes delicately painted mouth.
Bernie pulled back then “Is that what this is about? I said people wouldn’t be wagging their tongues at us because of him? Serena…”
She never finished her rant as lips descended on hers. After a moment, they pulled apart and Serena rested her forehead against Bernie’s “I said I’d make it up to you later” she giggled.
Serena did make it up to her later… in fact, not long after she’d quite literally upstaged the Italian Stallion by sweeping the most beautiful woman in the room off her feet and away from him (literally earning her a cheer from Jac Naylor herself), Bernie was dragged out into a secluded corridor and pushed up against a table, Serena’s mouth on hers, until she eventually pulled herself up to sit on it. Impatient at the momentary loss of contact, Serena pulled Bernie back towards her by her legs and proceeded to snog the face off her.
‘Oh yes’ Bernie thought ‘I can DEFINITELY say tongues wont be wagging for the Italian Stallion after this’
A large fluffy figure approaches you slowly. "Arowh..." he looks at you with big puppy dog eyes, and uncovers his scratched snout. (slightly-above-average-hero)
At first, Robbie is completely startled, covering his head for protection but when the creature stretches out his snout, poking his shoulder, Robbie looks up.”What-” Blue eyes, unreal blue eyes and they scream kindness.”Sporta…” He looked around before looking him up and down.”Where did all your clothes go??”
Who makes breakfast, who kisses ouches, and who is a sucker for puppy eyes enjoltaire
SUPER LATE BUT OH MY GOd
who makes breakfast: GRANTAIRE!! good god hed never subject their kids to enjolras’ cooking. he can handle cereal and toast if grantaire isn’t there, but saves the rest for him.
who kisses ouches: both!! this is a Shared Parental Duty, both have magic kisses that soothe ouches?? uncle joly AND uncle ferre both confirmed it, and they’re doctors, so
who is a sucker for puppy eyes: grantaire. oh my god he’s the WORST?? for real he’ll take the kids grocery shopping and come back with three of those 8ft teddy bears and three tons of marshmallows?? he has no self control and?? the kids are so cute?? it’s not his fault honestly,, those puppy dog eyes could be weaponized
At this point, Mon was accustomed to her sudden (and dramatic) changes in mood. The baby books had said it was to do with hormonal levels or some such thing and the best way to respond was calmly. He didn’t want Kara to become more upset than she already was. “Kara,” the man murmured softly, kneeling down in front of her as she kept her face buried in her hands. He rubbed her arms to try and soothe her until the sobs subsided. Finally, Kara dropped her hands and gave him the saddest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen; it broke his heart almost instantly. “Hey, it’s okay to feel upset. But when you’re upset, he gets upset too.” His lips were on hers a moment later and he could taste the saltiness of her tears. Upon pulling away, Mon-El leaned down to kiss the swell of her stomach where their child was growing.
“Do you know what the most soothing sound in the world is to him—? Listening to his mother’s voice. And we both know how much he loves hearing you talk.” Mon flashed her a heart-melting smile. “So maybe if you talk to him, he’ll calm down and listen.” Under his hand, the baby was
moving about from sensing his mother’s distress. Hopefully Mon’s suggestion would help alleviate stress levels for mother and child.
a very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! when you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!