that’s the neat part, i have no idea, jk jk

I want to make some pot holders since I came across some fall like craft fabric at the dollar tree

Inaaaaayaaaaa. 🫠

do NOT stop ok

the spooky side of me is like, “mm.. go onnn..” 👀

she’s feral in every setting huh 🤨

and before anyone asks.. yes he thrifted it, he’s conscious about consuming..

I know Ben went home and cried and his mother had to collect herself in a different room so Ben didn’t see her laugh..

he will “elevate” himself to the highest and most personal position available of course

did she trim a lock of his hair as a (keepsake) punishment??

also rey: are you like, a flatmate, roommate??

ben, shifting up his glasses: husband, ofc since i possess a strong legal standing

rey: ah ofc

mm, but now I want the Books edition (tho this little prompt pleasantly fed me as well!)

does she inherit a tall posh well dressed (handsome) man??

YES. (fran being one of them)

I guess it’s not so much as fic as it’s been on my social media and this is usually why I stay off the gram but the reels.. they have me

don’t get me wrong, I love a good domestic fic but s’cuse me if I don’t want to see glamorized household tasks that never end 🥲

he’s really just supposed to be there for castle defense against other arcane enemies buuut

“tower wizard, enchant my pillow to stay cool”

and ben watches as all his desk papers fly everywhere by the way the door bursts open and she stands there holding her pillow.. he barely manages an eye roll

With more force than necessary, as he heard the satisfying grunt forced from her throat. “The only thing you’re allowed to be,” he murmured in her ear, “is mine.”

His thumb slid down to her inner wrist feeling that traitorous flutter.

“And I’m not keen on sharing.”