#belfastpatched

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Diamonds times infinity. (Belfastpatched)

He better.  Being her husband and whatnot.

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ø ♓ ♈ ♠ ✺ ☁ ☽

ø for my muse needing yours to sleep

Tossing and turning, Katie whimpers in her sleep.  She hates when Ian goes on the longer trips with the boys.  She knows they’ve got things to do, but trying to sleep alone is nearly impossible.  She curls up on his side of the bed, and breathes in his scent from his pillow.  

She sighs softly, and tries to get some rest.

♓ for our muse’s wedding

It was a simple affair, and done in their back yard.  Katie wanted something simple and outside, and although Ian wanted a big church wedding, he let her have what she wanted.  

Katie was a few months pregnant at the time of them getting married and she didn't want it to take too long to plan and get everything together.  She baked and decorated the cake herself, and Bobby Elvis, still licensed to perform marriages and croon some ballads, presided.  

She had a maid of honor, her sister, and Ian's cousin Sean was the best man.  In traditional Irish/MC fashion, Ian got pretty plastered before Katie took him home, but she didn't mind.  He's pretty funny when he's drunk.

♈ for a dream my muse had about yours

She walks into the club house and he's sitting there sipping a beer.  A croweater checks on him, but makes sure to keep herself in check.  Katie walks past him, not looking at him on her way to the kitchen.

He stands and follows her through the small door as she settles the groceries where they belong and turns to face him.  A smirk slides over his features, one that Katie knows from their play at home.  One that tells her not much cooking's going to be done today.

"I want a dozen bananas," he says, seductively.

Katie wakes up laughing out of this dream, and Ian has no idea why, but it's better than a nightmare, which she has way too often, so, he'll take what he can get.

♠ for a confession about your muse from my muse

I love my husband more than the world, but if he leaves the seat up one more time, I may break his fingers.

✺ for our muses being snowed in together

Ian couldn't stand it.  He couldn't stand the thought of Katie never having seen snow.  Katie was a California girl, through and through, and the closest she'd ever come to snow was that fuzzy stuff they put out for decoration.  It just wouldn't do.

So, when they took the trip to Colorado for Ian's birthday, and suffered through hours of Sienna being unhappy in the back seat, he was glad that finally she was going to see it, and their baby would too.

Unfortunately, the snow wouldn't stop.

"We're never going to get out of here," Katie says, rocking the baby as she looks out the window.  The door stopped opening without a small but shovel-able pile of snow falling into the small cabin they've rented.  "I'm glad we've got snacks."

Ian fiddled with the fireplace, lighting the logs as he looks over at her.  "W'll, we got each oth'r, dun we?" he says, and after he lights it, moves to her, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist.

"That's what'll keep us warm," she says, resting back against him as the snow continues to fall.

☁ for a drunk confession from my muse to yours

Babe, I think I’m ready t’practice makin’ another baby.

☽ for a half-asleep thought my muse has about yours

Mmm, warm snuggly husband…oh, warm, snuggly FRISKY husband.

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All the symbols! (Belfastpatched)

Send ✆ for a morning text

How is Si?  She still feverish?

Send ♔ for an angry text

I saw you with that slut in your lap.  You're couched.

Send ♠ for a drunk text

Bebe I lov yand taht ass

Send ☏ for a vague text

I'm having a bakery emergency.  Can you come over?

Send ⁇ for a worried text

I haven't heard from you in three days.  Where are you???

Send ♣ for a text not meant for you

Lex you should have heard us last night.  You would have been ashamed!

Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

I want to sell the bakery.

Send ✺for a saucy text

I'm just in an apron, and I have whipped cream and chocolate covered strawberries.  Happy Valentine's Day.

Send √ for a long winded confessing text 

Ian, I love you so much and I need you all the time.  You saved me and I never thanked you well enough for that.  You've given me a beautiful baby girl, a life, a family and yourself and there's nothing I wouldn't do to keep us together.  I want you to know that I need you.  Want you.  And would do anything for you.

Send ☠ for misguided advice

Just tell my dad to fuck off.

Send ☢ for a desperate text

The bakery's on fire!  CALL ME AND GET YOUR ASS HERE.

Send ☼ for a congratulatory text

I told you he'd choose you for the job!  Congrats baby!

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Who are your follow forever?

Well, that’s pretty easy.

Alexis

Ian

Jax

Tara

Kol

Mary

Knox

Mimi

Tig

Scout

There are likely a bunch I forgot, and I’m sorry!  I love you guys!  <3

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❖

It's slow.  Careful, and consuming.  She presses her lips to his as her fingers slide over the scar on his shoulder, and up the strong line of his neck.  She doesn't dare deepen it, knowing that it'll light a fire that will burn them both up.

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Δ

...comin' back for seconds so soon?

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Any time you want, honey.

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When I see your URL on my dash, whether it's a reblog or a reply or just ooc randomness, it makes me smile. There's nothing better than seeing you around. Your replies are amazing and fun to read, no matter who you're answering, and you are a gem of a person oocly. I'm lucky to have you not only in my life as an RP partner but also as my BFF.

That means a lot to me.  Thank you for your kind words.  <3