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certifiedfreec · 4 months

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i can’t stop thinking about neighbor!graves… pt. 2 🤔

thank goodness for the nextdoor app! (pt. 1)

saw this pic on pinterest and thought…yeah…that’s our man <3

🏡 you and your cuddly cat theo are finally settled into your new house! it was a much-needed change to the mundane routine, and the place is adorable. you ultimately picked this one because of its large windows- perfect for theo to sit in the sun and watch what was happening outside. it also has hardwood floor- no more cat clawing at the carpet. hooray! you thought that your sweet kitty was handling the move well, but you notice that he’s hiding under furniture more often. all the articles online said it could take time for cats to adjust to a new place, so you chalk it up to that.

🏡 one afternoon you drag your first big grocery store haul into the house, calling out for your precious theo as you close the door, but he doesn’t show. hm. he normally scampers right up to you when you’re home. you reason that he’s still hiding somewhere, so you go ahead and get started on dinner. after still no sign of him hours later that night, you resolve to checking every corner of the house, and he’s nowhere to be found!! a panic rushes through as you hurry to turn on all your house lights out front and scope your yard real quick, unable to find him in any shrubs or plants. fully planning on walking the entirety of your neighborhood and knocking on every door to make a search party, you suddenly have an idea: maybe there’s a neighborhood app i can post his picture on.

🏡 you immediately do just that, finding the nextdoor app and punching in your information. you post a picture of theo- your favorite one where he’s cuddling with his beloved bird toy- and write a brief caption saying you’re new to the area and that you’d be more than happy to give cash to whoever finds him. within minutes, you’re receiving all kinds of good luck messages and “nope, haven’t seen him”s, and they all make your stomach swirl. damn cat. he’s probably living it up while you’re sitting there terrified for his wellbeing. as you’re waiting beside your phone and watching all the messages roll in, you’re fully prepared to stay up all night and start driving the streets, until a few minutes later a new private message bubbles up onto the screen.

🏡 it’s a picture of a man, pretty fit-looking from the few features you can see, and he’s holding a cat that scarily resembles theo. do you dare feel relieved? you read the comment underneath the photo. “is this him? little guy followed me home on my jog. let me know!” you’re about to cry tears of joy as you zoom in on the picture, pinpointing the unique stripes around theo’s eyes. that was in fact your little guy. you answer in a blur, “yes, that’s him! thank you so much! can i come get him?” the man, whose nextdoor display name is “phillip g.,” answers you in seconds. “i’ll bring him over. what’s your house number?” you send it to him, and he tells you he’s actually a handful of houses down from you. you allow yourself to feel relieved as you wait those dastardly two minutes, nearly jumping when you hear a firm knock at your door.

🏡 you open the door, and you find theo cuddled up to what can only be described as pure handsomeness. look what the cat dragged in- literally. “phillip g.” has dirty blond hair and tan skin, with pale blue eyes and a rugged scar that rests on his sharp cheekbone. he’s got a perfect straight nose and the slightest blond stubble, and he’s wearing a pair of black sweats and a dark grey tee that cling temptingly to him. “there you are,” you finally say, not entirely sure if you’re directing it toward him or your cat (where has this beauty been all your life??). part of you honestly can’t blame theo for following this guy- yeah, he was definitely living it up while you were panicking.

🏡 “hey there,” he replies to you with the most delicious twinge of southern drawl, and you quickly step aside to give him room to come in- he’s pleasantly surprised that you’re even better-looking in person ;) “let’s get ya inside, bud.” phillip steps into your home, prompting theo to hop off and trot over to his food bowl like nothing happened, as if you weren’t just about to go DEFCON 1 for him. it makes you both snicker, and then you thank the gorgeous stranger profusely before trying to offer him some money. he only shoos it away with a “no problem, he’s a great lil’ man,” and he explains to you that theo started following him back to his house during his jog that afternoon. when he got home, he immediately climbed onto his lap. the traitor!! you’re in disbelief; he’s never cared for other people that deeply. you wonder if theo knows something you don’t- perhaps he’s a feline matchmaker? 🙏

🏡 while you two chat about the neighborhood, theo struts back over to the entry area where you are and brushes up against phillip, almost like he wants to make you look like the worst owner ever. “i promise he likes me,” you laugh, and phillip flashes you an unforgettable grin. “i guess i’ll take your word for it,” he teases, and then he adds sincerely, “i’m actually gonna miss him, y’know, he was my little amigo today.” he kneels down to scratch behind theo’s ears and god does his back look good in that shirt, and you don’t even think as you blurt out “well, feel free to visit him whenever you want.” he stands back up to his full height, smiling again. you barely miss the once-over he gives you. “i just might take ya up on that.”

🏡 you’re surprised to see that he actually does! phillip makes a point of stopping by during his jogs sometimes to check on theo (and you, obviously <3), and man oh man does he look fantastic all out of breath in his workout gear :’) he also fills you in on the drama at all the other houses- a wealth of knowledge, this guy is! turns out those jogs are a great way to collect information- he’s very strategic, it seems. theo acts like jesus christ himself has arrived at your doorstep every time he’s over, of course, bounding into his arms and purring uncontrollably. you feel ridiculous when you get a pang of jealousy toward your cat- if only you knew all the ways phillip wanted to handle you :))

🏡 it all feels so nice and neighborly with the way phillip’s checking up on you both, that southern charm working its way into all your thoughts late at night. he hits you with the occasional “sweetheart,” or “darlin’,” and it never fails to make your heart (and something else) pound. you end up exchanging numbers the next time he jogs by, and he uses it at the perfect opportunity to see if you wanna tag along on his next trip around the neighborhood. he totally doesn’t just want to see you in some tight leggings… you tell him you’re not the greatest runner, so he insists on walking instead :’) he’s such a sweetheart!

🏡 like clockwork he’s at your door a few evenings later, and you’ve changed into some comfy clothes that he immediately wants to tear off of you. theo’s incessantly demanding his phillip cuddles, snuggling into his toned arms with no intention of moving. that stunning neighbor of yours looks at you with a mischievous grin. “say, why don’t we bring ‘im along?”

🏡 it’s equal parts endearing and ridiculous, the sight of you and phillip taking turns holding the most spoiled cat in the world during your walk <3 part of you likes to think theo has decided your fate- and you’re not opposed to it at all. it’s a nice evening, and phillip ends up telling you while you’re gossiping about the other neighbors that his career in the military has always prevented him from having a pet of his own. he doesn’t reveal much about it, just that it demands long periods of time from him, and seeing theo has actually done lots for his war-hardened spirit. poor baby, there’s so many other ways you could help him relieve some of that stress :((

🏡 there’s something you say that must kinda insinuate that, because suddenly you’re rerouting to his house so he can get you both some water. might as well stay for dinner too, he’s quick to add ;) he’s just got such a big crush on you that he can hardly stand it! theo already knows the lay of the land when you go inside, and he proceeds to dart off somewhere in the spacious home while you admire phillip’s minimally rustic décor. no wonder theo escaped here, you think. phillip gets your glass ready, but before he hands it to you he puts down a fresh bowl of water specially for your precious boy next to the temporary litter box and food he must’ve picked up for him when he escaped that day :’) yeah, that’s a man right there- look how good he cares for your baby! he could take care of you like that too!! <33

🏡 neither of you really care about the water at this point, and phillip decides that this is the perfect time to show your own kitty some lovin’ ;)) there’s not much buildup needed for you to end up completely spread open on his soft bed, workout clothing shed immediately before his skillful fingers are pumping and curling in your soaking pussy, hitting that sweet spot scarily fast. you always thought he was a sweetie, but you learn that he’s got an ego on him, wanting to hear you beg to cum all over his hand :/ you’ll do anything he asks though, and you’re soon rewarded with that sweet, hot release that coats his digits :’) he makes you clean one of his fingers while he licks your slick off the other- you guys just make a great team <3

🏡 you thought his fingers stretched you? his thick cock practically splits you apart, and he’s cooing at you “doin’ so good for me, darlin,” “knew ya could take it, sweetheart,” “that’s it, baby,” as he watches you bounce along his entire length. your flushed face, your little moans, it’s the prettiest show he’s ever seen! :’)) he’s stopped making you beg to orgasm at this point since the tight circles he’s rubbing on your clit are producing so many, but he is making you tell him who’s getting you to feel this good. “tell me, darlin,’ use your words. who’s makin’ you cum so much, huh?”

🏡 it’s incredible- phillip fucks as good as he looks! he must have more stamina from all that jogging. he puts you on all fours, arching your back with his hand as he feverishly rocks his hips into yours. he loves to watch you suck all of him in-you’ve never felt this full! not much longer after he starts pounding into your tight cunt from this angle, he’s groaning your name along with a strained “fuuuuuck,” and you feel his warm release coat your insides. he’s so glad he got that second workout in!

🏡 you both hop into his unbelievably nice shower to clean up, and pretty soon you’re drifting off to sleep in his bed, whole body sore from getting taken care of so thoroughly :’) phillip holds you the whole night, but when you wake up the next morning he’s got theo in his arms, who is happily purring away. you realize that the little fucker is responsible for all of this, and maybe he’s just as strategic as his neighbor-slash-future-parent. phillip is ridiculously smug when he chuckles at you, scratching behind your sweet boy’s ears. “i hate to tell ya, darlin’, but i think theo likes me more.”

#neighbor au #mdni #call of duty #phillip graves #call of duty imagine #call of duty smut #phillip graves x reader #HELPP I NEED THIS MAN #call of duty fanfic #phillip graves imagine #phillip graves fanfic

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masonmyluv · 6 months

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Part 1

A/N: I really hope you will all like this story. It’s my first pretty long story (it will have around 10 parts, so stay tuned ;) ) that I’m posting here. You can also find the story on my wattpad account (username: tmrxlover_writer).

Pictures are from Pinterest, the filter is Cinnamon on Polarr.

Warnings: none

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Another day at Uni after he just scored his first La Liga goal . He was buzzing, but had to be on time for classes. He was sure the whole university will congratulate him. Being famous was difficult when you just wanted to be a normal student.

"Our boy Fermin is back!"

You looked up from your notes to see Fermin being congratulated by the whole class. People hugging him, patting him on the back. "Thanks man" he kept saying, trying to make his way to his place. He just wanted the class to begin so everyone could leave him alone. "Hey" he said, sitting next to you. "Hi" you replied quietly. Being the shy nerdy girl was bad enough when you were sitting near the hot athletic guy. You asked yourself multiple times why did he choose to sit near you in the first year. There were a lot of empty places, but he chose the second row in the front, exactly near you. "Anything that I missed?" He asked, looking at your notes. He always admired your beautiful handwriting and how organised you were, so he knew where to choose to sit at your first class together. Surely not the guy with only a piece of paper and a pen, but rather the girl surrounded by books, coloured pencils and a cup of coffee. He didn't have the balls to ask you to get coffee in the morning, even though he wasn't drinking it, he would offer to come along with you.

"Erm...not really. We talked about more practical stuff. I made some notes if you want to take a picture or something" you offered shyly. You never ever gave your notes to anyone because they were just some lazy asses who didn't care about anything, but you were here to learn. You wanted to be a physiotherapist. They were here just to get a diploma. Not Fermin though. He was passionate about the subject, even though he missed a lot of classes because of his packed schedule. You were willing to help him because he showed interest. And appreciated your work too.

"Thanks. Actually I had an idea, I mean a proposal" he said. "I'm quite behind with everything, so I was wondering if you'd like to meet somewhere and help me catch up? It's okay if you don't want to" he said nervously. Why the heck was he nervous? He scored his first goal in freaking La Liga and was nervous talking to a girl he's seen almost every day in 3 years. You thought about his idea, you wanted to help him, but you weren't the person to meet up in random places to study. You liked the confined space of your room and desk, and maybe the library or the coffee shop, when you had to do computer work.

"I don't want to sound... uhh... like I'm inviting myself" he said blushing as if reading your mind. "But I can come to your place, if that's okay with you". "I... uhh" you rambled on, but the professor was already in class, ready to read one of his boring presentations for 2 hours. You barely paid attention to what he was saying, debating whether to accept Fermin's idea or not, while drawing random patterns on your copybook. Fermin noticed you zooming out so he scribbled something down on his own copybook. He nudged you so you could read what he wrote.

It's okay. It was just an idea :)

You shook your head, writing under his: we talk after the class.

For the rest of the class, you took notes, while Fermin tried paying attention, but his mind kept drifting off somewhere else. What if he overstepped with all this I-can-come-to-your-place-to-study thing and you would think he's weird? He face palmed himself for that, but you were his only hope to pass the exams this semester. The professor finally ended the class and you started packing your bag. Neither of you spoke until you were out of the class.

"Listen I—"

"It's okay if—"

You both stopped mid sentence and chuckled. "You first" he encouraged. "So, I think it's okay for you to come. I live alone anyway. Just tell me when it's okay with you". Fermin couldn't believe what he was hearing. You never ever invited someone over and he could respect that it was your safe place and he didn't want to intrude. "Are you sure it's okay?" He asked and you nodded. "Okay, let me see. Actually I'll text you the day before because I'll have some recovery trainings and I'll be free to come" he said. "I know it's difficult to put up with me" he chuckled nervously. "It's okay. It's not like I'm a party animal or anything" you said. "Okay... I'll let you know soon. Bye. And thank you" he said, climbing into his car. He thought of offering you a car ride, but maybe it was too much overstepping in one day, so he just waved at you and you waved back to him.

When you arrived home, you thought about this day. What the heck was today? Of course you gave him your notes pretty often, but him to come here to study? That was a whole new level.

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Hope you like it 🤍

Feedback is appreciated 😊

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naranjapetrificada · 7 months

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The first thing I should ever have said about Izzy and the last thing I intend to say until at least October 26th.

[Although I am not Her strongest soldier, so who knows if I will stick the landing.]

So to start with, I was a "late" arrival to the show. I knew it existed of course, but I only occasionally saw things that reminded me it existed. The first time I saw a mention of "grumpy/sunshine" it was with a picture of Ed and Stede, so I guess on some level I knew there was shipping going on, but that was literally all I knew. I didn't even know it involved Blackbeard lol.

Which is all to say that I first approached and watched season 1 removed from basically anything anyone had to say about it. I think what actually got me to watch it wasn't anything anyone had to say either, it was from youtube recommendations? Like I think I had watched a couple Taika interviews or something and ofmd stuff started showing up? So after catching a few clips and intentionally spoiling the kiss for myself (life is too short to be queerbaited) I watched it in April/May 2023, and was Changed by it the way so many other people were. It grabbed me so hard I started looking for fics, and when fic grabbed me even harder I became a regular tumblr user for the first time ever in June 2023.

What I didn't do, before the second half of 2023, was care particularly much about Izzy Hands.

I remember describing him as psychologically fascinating to the first IRL friend I talked to about the show, and joking that he just needed a good dom. As much as his decision to call in the navy was a threat to Stede's and Ed's lives, I saw his actions as part of a thing needed for the story, and while I knew he was one of the season's villains there wasn't really any heat behind that assessment.

For me he was there to set things in motion, and to serve the narrative in certain ways, to be a foil, more storytelling tool than man. That doesn't mean I didn't think Con did an excellent job adding layers to him, he absolutely made Izzy take up space and feel more present and textured than he otherwise might have. But when I began to zoom out and consider things on meta level, Izzy existed to do a certain thing or occupy a certain place in relation to the narrative and other characters more than anything else. And that was fine.

Then I started reading meta here, and found myself surrounded by passionate conversations about Izzy from many directions occurring with an intensity that I couldn't wrap my brain around. I saw people tying themselves into knots to justify and excuse the behavior of a textual antagonist, and I was baffled and because I still saw Izzy for what his role in the narrative was, it literally made no sense to see his behavior explained away. In the framework I brought to the fandom when I first arrived, trying to explain away Izzy's behavior would be like looking at a forest fire and trying to explain away processes like combustion and oxidation. Or if you'll allow me to borrow another extended, nature-based metaphor from a fic in an entirely different fandom:

Again, because from where my head was at, it didn't make sense to look at Izzy's morality as a zero sum game because in this metaphor, he was functionally just a brackish body of water. I'm not saying the morality is brackish, I'm saying the morality was literally not the point because like an estuary, an antagonist "must exist" because antagonists exist for specific reasons directly related to storytelling goals.

So there was no real heat behind my feelings about him or his actions, beyond the natural emotional reactions we have to characters and their behaviors before we zoom out. I was of course upset with his treatment of Lucius, which was targeted compared to other members of the crew. I was annoyed with the way he talked to and about Ed. I laughed when his plans had the equal and opposite results of what he intended, which you could argue happened with every single plan he made for the entirety of season 1. And yes, especially as a Black person living in the US, I felt the fear and betrayal that comes from seeing someone call the cops (which given the show and its writers, it does not feel like a stretch to describe calling the navy that). I wondered if there was any coming back from a choice like that, which is a big overriding question for the series as a whole.

I'm not here to debate any of the points in the previous paragraph. I know how I feel and you feel how you feel and there's already been so much said about the morality of it all by people who have explained themselves well, so let them convince you or not. Instead I've been trying to talk about the two sides of my experience before and after getting into the fandom with Izzy.

Before: Izzy Hands, Narratively Useful Antagonist Portrayed Compellingly And Effectively by Con O'Neill.

After: Izzy Hands, Unfortunate Avatar Of The Sadly Common Tendency For Certain Fans To Hyperfocus On A White Antagonist Or Secondary Character When There Already Exists A Protagonist They're A Foil Of (And Also It Looks Bad TO Do That When The Protagonist Is Someone With A Marginalized Identity).

I'm not here to argue the merits of those assessments either, because that's not the point. The point is the vast gulf between them and how the latter does such an incredible disservice to the Izzy we were given and that so many people claim to love. The latter comes from a place where morality is the focus, which I'm sorry y'all, feels like it originates with people who refuse to countenance Izzy's role in the story as well as his characterization.

Viewers who were willing to see Izzy as an antagonist, who don't view the word "antagonist" as a value judgement in and of itself, who don't think that finding an antagonist charismatic or compelling means anything about their own morality, those people can look at the show we were given and take it for what it was made to be. I'm not saying that it's only the Izzy stans (not enjoyers, not jar people) who start fights or that people who understand that Izzy is an antagonist don't also have deep morality related feelings about him and his actions in the first season. What I am saying is that sanding off Izzy's rough edges and trying to make him into something he isn't poisons even the possibility of having a discussion about him because people enter the conversation with two completely different understandings of reality. If you cannot accept the job that season 1 Izzy was given to do to move the story along, well you might as well have watched a completely different show for how much that fanon Izzy has anything to do with the canon one.

This show deserves better than that. The writers deserve better than that. Con O'Neill deserves better than that. Israel Basilica Hands deserves better than that. We all do.

#I know some of y'all are allergic to calling season 1 Izzy a villain or even an antagonist much less a villain #but given how self aware this production is about tropes it's weird to pretend that's not literally his function #at least in season one #maybe there are changes to that on the horizon #but we won't have the complete picture until Oct. 26 so maybe chill if people have an antipathy toward him #especially because at least a third of that antipathy is rooted in how criticizing him AT ALL acts like a summoning ritual #and I have to wonder about the acrimony levels if people felt like they could offer critical opinions easily #anyway rip my notifications probably #ofmd #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd spoilers #ofmd speculation #ofmd meta #fandom meta #fandom fuckery #character meta #let izzy be izzy #izzy hands #izzy critical #the izcourse #and now to filter literally every Izzy tag until November so I can enjoy the season in peace #that's as close as I'll make it to the halcyon days of my season 1 watch #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 speculation #ps I won't be responding to replies because look at the title of this post

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fanficmaniatic · 2 years

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Why does Casey refers to Leo only as "Sensei"?

Also known as: Why Leo doesn't want to be seen as a Father/ Is actually the uncle.

so, this is something that bugged me about the movie (not in a bad way, necessarily), and I couldn't help but overthink it. So I am going to talk about it.

Mild Spoilers for the movie.

It is clear to everyone seeing the movie that Casey looks up to Future!Leo, and it is pretty easy to argue that they have a father & son relationship. That, or at the very least, Casey sees Leo as his father. And this being the ROTTMNT Universe, where Leo very comfortably calls Splinters all the known variations of "Father" (Including said word) I find it curious that Casey only refers to Leo as "Sensei" Or "Master".

Now, I am aware this is a 30 year old franchise, whose characters get twisted and remolded from time to time. So even when the writers hinted at Casey and Leo having a Father/son relationship, they would probably never have Casey calling Leo his dad because there is people who simply wont accept a change in their Idea of TMNT. That being said, lets look at it in a vacuum and ignore real world things and only look at the characters based on what the show and the movie have shown/implied.

Like I said before, Rise Leo, unlike the 2012 counterpart (for comparison) is used to, and more often that not, calls Splinter "Dad" or a variation of that word. Is not surprising, all the turtles do, because in Rise specifically, the focus on the show lays in the sibling & the family relationships. Splinter is their father first, teacher second. The same way that they are brothers first, teammates second.

With this in mind, is really hard for me to believe that Leo (Rise Leo) would see a kid as his own, and would not explicitly call him "his son". Nor that he would not let himself be called "a father". And before I get ahead of myself, let me be clear: I do believe Leo loves Casey as family, as a son even, but I think he is putting up a wall between himself and Casey. This is so that Casey (Or Leo himself) don't see their relationship as a father & a son.

It can of course be argued that Casey is simply being respectful, or that the apocalypse made people hard and cold. But considering that Future! Leo still called Old! Mikey "Little Brother" (So is not like they are super closed up/ distancing themselves from family) I think the reason behind Leo putting up a wall between himself and Casey lies in a different problem.

Leo doesn't want to replace Casey's father.

Look, we might never known how Casey Jones JR came to exist, all we know is that he is Cassandra Jone's son. He might be a baby she found in a dumpster, he might be her biological kid. We don't know. The only thing we know is that he has his mother's last name, so IF there was a biological father, he was simply not in the picture. Whatever the case, I do think Casey jr had a father figure. Not biologically related to him (not necessarily, how you see it depends on you) , but someone who in his early years was the man Casey referred to as his dad.

Besides Casey calling Leo his "Sensei" he also used the word "Master" and "Commander" to refer to Mikey and April respectively. This 3, being the 3 to survive the longest in the apocalypse (We see Aprils body at the beginning of the movie, when the camera zooms out, meaning that Future! Leo and Casey were running away from what just killed Future! April). Similarly to Leo, I believe Mikey and April insisted on their titles being used use as a way to distance themselves from Casey, so that Casey didn't see them as a replacement of his mother and father. Because they all see themselves as uncles & aunt, and so it doesn't feel right to them to fill the hole Casey Jr's parents left.

The only one Casey doesn't refer to using a title is Donnie. "Donnie, you were the most brilliant, innovative mind of all time" This is the only time in the movie Casey refers to Donnie by name, and like I said, there is no title put behind it. I think the reason for this is that Donnie & Casey where actually quite close, considering he also has a bunch of tech he said Donnie gave to him himself. It appears to me to me that Donnie died a long time ago (In Casey jr's timeline), and the way Casey speaks about it is really fond. I would not be surprised if Donnie was who taught him math or how to read, nor would I be surprised if he called him "Professor Donatello."

And honeslty? This could be it, If you like it, you can head-cannon Donnie to be the one that stepped up and raised Casey jr as his son in the kids early years, and that Leo and Mikey put up a wall to not replace Donnie. I wont stop you... But I am not done, and there is a reason why I don't think is Donnie... but Raph.

Like I've said before, Casey calls everyone (but Donnie) by a title, including Cassandra, the moment he sees her he says "THAT'S MY MOM!!" ... Now, the only one he NEVER refers to by name, nor title in the movie is none other than Raphael. When Present! Leo confronts him about knowing that Raph would get captured by the Kraang, Casey's only response is saying "I didn't know, that... that didn't happen in my time" as he looks in pain and lost in though. As if he is remembering that time in his childhood when Raph, his dad, was still there.

I am not necessarily saying Raphael and Cassandra got together in the future (Though you are free to see it that way), but this pair has the potential, based on their scenes in the show, to be a really good friends. Best friends co-parenting is not the weirdest thing to see in a world where aliens have taken over. Besides, and this is really my main point:

Raphael practically raised his siblings. He is overprotective, he is always there for them, looking out for them. And if I am reading well what the show put down.... Splinter is a good man, and he tried, but he was not the best father... Raphael is not just their leader and older brother, they look up to him, and they go to him first when there is a problem.

What I am saying here is, of all the turtles, the one that would 100% look at the fatherless child of his best friend and say "I am a dad now" ...Is Raph. Not Donnie, not Mikey, nor Leo... Not because they don't have father instincts (I believe they all do), but because even if they would've taken on the role, Raph would have beat them to it. He would have just said it first.

Raphael would hold baby Casey jr, look at Cassandra in the eye, and say "Is anyone going to be his dad?" and THEN not wait for an answer.

I do honestly believe that's how it happened.

So, to conclude:

I do think Raph was the one Casey called "Dad" in his early years, due to the fact that he is the most likely to simply decide to parent a baby, and because Casey didn't seem to have any walls put up/ titles with him. However, it appears Raph died when Casey was really young, (I do also think that Cassandra died when Junior was really young) so for most of his life, Leo (Or maybe Donnie before he died) was the one raising Casey.

Leo probably noticed Casey looked up to him as a father (years after Raph's death), and Leo, not wanting to replace his brother, started insisting on being called Sensei. Soon, Master Michelangelo and Commander O'neil would follow Future! Leo's example.

"And so my friends, this is the "How Leo is actually an uncle" "Raphael is actually a dad" & "Casey Jr has lost a shit-ton of people and he just really wants a dad" ... Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. " - Fanficmaniatic.

#rottmnt movie #rottmnt movie spoilers #rottmnt #rottmnt meta #rottmnt theory #rise leo #rise casey jones jr #rise casey #cassandra jones #casey jr #rise raph #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #tmnt #rottmnt cassandra jones #rottmnt casey jones #the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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Since Harry and 1dbandmember!reader didn't shy away from being close, did any of the fans suspect them to be dating or shipped them during their one direction days? Was there any specific event that occurred that made people question it?

oh for sure bestie. they've been shipped together as earlier as their XFactor days. And she was also shipped with the rest of the boys too, especially Louis since that whole childhood best friends to lovers trope was too good to just not believe in.

Of course interviewers would have no shame in asking inappropriate questions and comments towards the band, especially YN:

"Out of all the boys in the band, who would you want to sleep with, YN?"

"But there's obviously intense amount of sexual tension in the band, right? I mean, look at you guys."

"Alright YN, here's the question that everyone is just dying to know: which 1D boy is the best kisser?"

20% of the time, (non)fans hated on her for being so close to Harry and the rest of the boys, calling her a slut for thinking she slept with all of them and things like that. But the other 80% percent of the time, the fans would ship the two with such a passion that the fandom begun to believe it with no actual confirmation from the band members.

But there were a couple of times during their One Direction days where the two's actions was all the confirmation they needed:

During a show for their Up All Night tour, the two have been talking, making jokes, and laughing all night on stage. Like during one of Niall's short speeches, YN would quickly walk over to Harry, take out his ear-piece, leaning up on the tips of her toes to say something close to his ear that would leave him squinting his eyes shut in a laugh.

Or while they all sit on the couch in the middle of the stage (YN sitting down on one of the cushions and Harry sitting on top of the back of the couch) he would tap her on the shoulder and beckon her with a small curl of his fingers. She would already be taking out her ear-piece to lean closer to his bent figure. She would roll her eyes with a smirk at whatever he said and would lean her head back further to reply to his ear. And the fans would just have to stand at their seats with a burning desire to know what they were talking about; it killed them that they couldn't hear their conversations.

But one talking interaction that had the fans scream their heads off was during an interlude before I Want. They get all excited at the sight of Harry drifting over to where YN is leaning against the fancy dining table on stage. He's coming to her from her right so it was a natural instinct to want to speak into her right ear. But with all the ear-piece pulling, YN's skin started to feel irritated. So as she turns to her head so he can say whatever he has to say into her left ear instead, their noses bump together unexpectedly. The fans that captured the interaction pause, zoom in and screenshot what looks to be the two going in for a kiss. The picture circles the Internet for a while and it becomes the first of many fan fiction cover titles.

Another fan favorite interaction fans died over was the infamous human pyramid for their Take Me Home Tour. So at the bottom it was Liam, Harry, YN with Zayn and Louis for the second layer, topped with a blonde Irish lad. Forget the sexual jokes and innuendos thrown YN's way (she would find them kind of funny at times) from the way her face cringed and laughed at the weight of Louis's knee digging into her back.

All the fans cared about was the time when Harry discreetly spread his long fingers over hers in a way of comfort, encouraging her to keep strong, and letting her know that he felt the same pain. The fans who were at the B Stage's barricade zoomed their cameras in on their hands. They were able to capture the way YN's index finger hooked over his pinky and they way Harry's fingers curled to grip hers the best way he could from their position.

And when the Night Changes music video behind the scenes feature for Harry's dates came out, it easily became the most liked bts video from all their music videos for one very specific reason: YN. For the boys who didn't use their actual significant other to film the "you" parts of the video, YN was the stand it. The bts cameraman had filmed a side of view of Harry actually tying the laces of her skates up and bringing her onto the ice with him. Before they actually started to film anything for the official video, the two can be seen slowly circling around the ice as they chat and smile at one another.

There's another shot of the two talking with Ben Winston on the ice and out of nowhere, YN almost loses her footing and Harry's quick to grab onto her forearms. She bursts into a fit of laughter and Harry can't help but join her in it. It's not long before their competitive sides get the better of them and the two start to challenge each other on the ice: who can skate from one end of the rink to the other the fastest, who can do a cleaner spin, who's able to go from skating to a sliding sitting position the fanciest.

And it was stubble things too: the way they glanced and fully looked at one another during interviews, when they gave each other a five high when passing each other on stage, even promotional pictures of the band when they had an arm around one another for a group photo.

Other times it was deeper, look for hidden meanings situations: One Direction songs, tattoos, possible PR stunts.

But one of the major events that happened that made the fandom and other social media outlets question the two's relationship was when they went on a holiday together with their families and friends on a yacht in 2015.

Why was it just those two band members and not Louis if the Tomlinsons were like family to YN?

It had only been two and a half months since YN ended her engagement with another man before the trip, was her relationship a cover up for her actual relationship with Harry?

Are the two band mates actually merely friends by the way they lounge together on a single pool side couch in their bathing suits?

And then when Anne's iCloud was hacked and even more, intimate picture of the two were leaked and shared to the world, the Internet went ballistic:

YN and Harry sitting together on the back deck of the boat. She has a green bikini on and he's in simple white swim trunks. There are multiple in-actions photos: YN putting a captain's hat on his head as he smirks at her. Another one with his arm going to wrap over the tops of her shoulders and her eyes are clearly set on his lips. And one where she has her hand intertwined with his over her shoulder as she looks out to the water while he stares fondly at her.

A picture of them two napping on one of the huge couches on the main deck. It's a side view photo so Harry's figure is the one mainly being seen but her body is still visible from being in between him and the blue couch. He's laying on his back, ankles crossed while his other arm cuddles her body to his. Fans second guess that it's her until they notice the butterfly tattoo on the hand resting his chest.

YN and Harry sharing a towel after a dip in the water. He hugs her from behind so that the big yellow towel covers the both of them.

A photo of YN sitting criss crossed next to Harry's laying figure in the "living room" area of the main deck. It looks like she's explaining something to him by how her hands are up by her chest. He looks very interested in whatever she's saying and has his hand resting on her knee.

Various group photos of the families with the two snuggled up in one another.

A couple of pictures of them sitting together after a few drinks. Harry's in a Hawaiian button-up shirt with matching shorts (a set YN gifted him before the trip) and she's wearing a matching set of her own. They share a single seat in the entertainment area of the boat: while Harry man-spreads the majority of the seat, YN sits in the tiny space to his right. It's enough room for her bum to touch the cushion so her legs are draped over his thigh.

Tipsy from their drinks, they don't notice Anne taking a few photos of them: a drink in both of their hands as they talk with one another, there's one where YN lazily rests her arm over his shoulders and their faces are significantly closer. Much like the picture that broke the Internet from the band's first tour, their noses brush against one another with soft smiles on their faces. There's another photo of what looks to be them getting caught, Harry brings his glass to his lips to cover his smile to the camera and YN's eyes squint in a giggle.

And the last photo from that scene is the two straightened up with picture ready smiles, his arm possessively laying over and hugging her legs on his thigh.

Since 2010 masterlist

So when their relationship was officially exposed in 2020, there was a good amount of disbelief, a little bit of anger in finding out both were officially taken, and a lot of "I KNEW IT!"

But the question still remained: when did they actually start dating?

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the-witty-pen-name · 2 years

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Edward Nashton (The Batman) x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

College AU

Warnings: Stalking & other creepy behavior, Manipulation, Incel/Misogynistic Mindset, Alcohol and other substances, Descriptions of Smut and Masturbation, Cursing

As usual, this is unedited and if there are any tags or warnings I may have forgotten to include, please let me know.

THIS IS AN 18+ STORY WITH DARK THEMES, PAY ATTENTION TO WARNINGS AND MINORS DNI

You’re so sweet. Soft and warm, and everything that just clouds his focus. He’s memorized every curve, and the natural sway when you walk into a room. It’s like sunshine when you smile, and he notices the way they gravitate towards you. Of course they do, they all do. He’s not naive enough to believe he’s not the only one who wants to be near you. It’s effortless, the way people are drawn to you. But it’s in vain, every time, polite rejections that leave people somehow liking you more. You’re loyal, such a good girl for him, because you know you’re his.

His first impression of you was stereotypical. He pegged you to be another daft popular girl who has clawed her way to the top of the social ladder. Superficial and dumb, being able to use your looks for everything. His observations of people and their trends led him to assume, which he regrets. Somehow, you break the mold, everything he’s observed about social hierarchy out the window. It’s infuriating at first, because you’re just so nice- like god just made you out of a small piece of heaven. Fuck, and you’re so smart.

The first time you interrupted the professor in lecture to correct him (politely, of course- a sweetheart) he thought it was puzzling. You were puzzling. A challenge to figure out, to open up slowly and unravel. It started out innocently, just the sheer curiosity gnawing at him. You were a mystery, and he needed to satisfy that curiosity that was becoming more and more bothersome.

It’s easy to find your full name on the professor’s class roster, all he needed to do was pretend to have questions during office hours. The dimwit goes to get coffee and he’s able to sneak a peak at the list without disrupting anything on the desk. It goes perfectly. And one search on Instagram takes him to your page easily. Except it’s a good damn book dedicated Instagram. Irritating, honestly, but he applauds you for keeping your actual account private, which is the second account in the list of suggestions. It’s dumb that you can’t zoom in on profile pictures.

For now, he settled on lurking at the bookstagram, as you called it in the bio. Cute. That night at home instead of working on his other projects, he stayed up reading each of the long captions you’d written out reviewing each book you had read. Some of them he recognized as ones that were very popular, others were classics, some graphic novels, it was a rather eclectic mix of genres. He liked that. No non-fiction though, he made note. Interesting. He can’t blame you for that.

Once he worked his way through your page, he ends up ordering a few of the titles on Amazon. He’d usually opt for the library, which he used for some other titles you said you liked that he placed holds for. But to get started sooner, the two day shipping was a godsend. He figured he’d have one with him in class, keep it on his desk, carry it around campus with the cover outward, an attempt to catch your eye. Strike up a conversation, figure out something else about you.

He also found himself wanting to read some of these just because of how your posts made them sound. However, his main motive was to use them as a prop in an attempt to have an excuse to talk to you. He would lure you in to him, so he doesn’t have to go out of his way. It’s more natural this way. You’re the social butterfly, fluttering around being outgoing and sociable while he was the quiet one. The mysterious, reserved one. It makes more sense for you to reach out to start that first important conversation than him. And with a copy of a book you rated five stars in hand, he thinks it will work out just as he would like to.

He’d document your schedule as close as he could manage. Observe your daily routine, where you go, when. That way he can plan where he can run into you. Running to the campus coffee cart between classes for you to see him casually reading Madeline Miller or James Joyce or Ottessa Moshfegh or Fredrik Backman something else you’ve read that’s just popular enough to not make you suspicious.

Edward is very good at being invisible. It’s not even something he needs to try at. He’s gone his whole life being naturally ignored, dismissible. He can hide in plain sight as he marks down the time in his journal when you are leaving your third and last class of the day. He sits at the picnic benches outside the dining hall that are on the far side of the quad. From here, he can see almost all of the main campus. It also helps most of the building are comprised of large windows. He can watch you in your dorm building, right up to your floor until you disappear behind your door.

It’s up to him to imagine the rest of your routine as he walks back to his own dorm. The things you do when your doors are closed and you realize you’re alone again, your roommate spending the night with that quarterback boyfriend of hers.

He imagines everything. The way your backpack thuds and how you kick off your sneakers and leave them haphazard on the floor by the door. Your bra off in one fluid motion and tossed into your hamper without even having to look to see if it went in. You sit at your desk, and feed the pet fish you aren’t supposed to have. Naughty girl. You get started on your work right away. Getting the tedious chore out of the way so you can surrender yourself to your bed. Most people just give in to that temptation right away. Not you. You opt to sit incorrectly in your chair, and change from one obscure position after the other (that’s why your back hurts by the way, darling) until you’ve written your last discussion post and submitted the last paper. Then, you enjoy yourself. He imagines you might love your routines. He can put himself right there on the bed, paperback book folded in his hands that is ignored, because he’s so focused on you.

You’re someone whose routine involves a lot of walking back and forth. From the bathroom, to your dresser, to the bathroom again, to your vanity, to your closet, until you’ve successfully paced around the room enough times to spark the carpet. He’ll tease you, his own routine more carefully constructed and requires much less products- although he can imagine himself adding more once you share with him the things he should be doing.

You’ll walk around in your favorite little pair of pajama shorts- or better yet you might steal his boxers to sleep in. Paired with his shirt, and he’s enraptured with the way your chest strains the material. He thinks you’d look really cute with the towel wrapped around your hair fresh out of the shower, walking around the room brushing your teeth desperately looking for something that is never in the right place. Then the towel strewn over your desk chair and he watches intently as you care for your hair. And the way you apply lotion head to toe, and the way the sweet scent of it fills the whole room. You’d get shy when you finally notice he’s been looking at you. It’s so fucking cute. He can hardly stand not holding you when you look at him that way.

He’s probably screwed himself, not thinking about the side effects of using a scented lotion until after he’s finished, but he can’t even find it in him to care right now. His heavy breaths fill his room, and he needs to clean himself up. It’ll be fine. It was worth it, he thinks, to have something that smells like you to allow him to slip into his little fantasy. His whole room smells of strawberry and brown sugar, and he just wallows in the way the empty feeling in his stomach just makes him yearn for you. That time it all felt too fucking real.

His mind almost scares him, how the imagines he conjures up can become like memories. He knows they are a figment of his imagination, but sometimes that line between his false memories and his much more depressing reality becomes more and more blurred the more he dreams of you.

It finally happens the next time he’s outside having his lunch. He’s sitting under a tree in the quad, occasionally taking bites of his sandwich but the book he’s reading is taking up the majority of his attention. He’s gotten lost in the pages, and he doesn’t even remember the rest of the world exists until a shadow steps in front of the sun, blocking the light from hitting the pages he was engrossed in.

“I loved that book,” a voice says. He can hear the smile in your tone. You’re actually acknowledging his existence. He needs to give himself a pep talk before he can even bear to look up and face you.

“I o-only just started,” he says sheepishly, looking down- adamant on staring at a blade of grass in front of him.

“Cool,” you reply, “You need to tell me what you think of it, okay? See ya, Eddie.”

Eddie? No one in his life has ever called him Eddie. He detested being called Eddie until this exact moment. He hated the nickname, always thinking it was childish and demeaning. But not when you say it. It’s so sincere, and so nice the way the syllables fall off your lips. Just you. You are the exception to his disdain for it. He’ll be Eddie for you- your Eddie. Loyal, devoted, head over heels for only you Eddie.

He thinks about all the ways he wants to hear you call him that. In-between laughs, slapping his arm playfully when one of his jokes makes you laugh. A lighthearted chastising, your head tilted in skepticism as he tells you about all the elaborate plans he’s made for the future. A choked sobbed in surprise and excitement when he gets down on one knee. A breathy, whispered moan in his ear when he’s fucking you gently, pulling you apart, or a scream out in ecstasy when you’re begging him to let you cum- shit. He places the book on his lap, and pretends to check his phone while he waits for when he can get up. He groans at how painful it is, to not be able to have you now like how he wants.

It’s not like he makes it a habit to follow you. Sometimes, it’s a pleasant surprise when it happens all on it’s own. However, more often than not, it’s not up to chance. It’s a calculated, meticulous plan to execute the ideal rom com meet cute. You deserve that. The movie perfect romance where he, the right guy, magically is ushered in under quirky circumstances and somehow the meetings turn into feelings.

This is too Pretty in Pink, the god awful frat party in this huge house on campus. He still can’t believe he got in. But as luck would have it, roommate’s quarterback boyfriend needed a few passing assignments to keep from failing Calculus. And with that, Edward Nashton has somehow managed to score an invite to the biggest Halloween party of the semester- and of course, you’d be one of the many attendees. However, you don’t need an invite. You’re expected. These are your friends and you run in their circles. Also, any girl who shows up on this doorstep tonight is going to get in without a fret- no invite or name drop needed. He on the other hand needs to convince the two surly guys at the door he got an invite from their surly friend and after a while of back and forth they reluctantly let him in.

He’s elbow to elbow with tons of sweaty, gyrating strangers as he tries his best to navigate the house. The stairs, the hallways, every room is packed and the flashing lights also obscure his vision. There’s a deejay in the common room, the speakers blasting electronic music are making the floor vibrate. He is so out of his element, but he’s here for you. Because he’s a good boyfriend to you, and he goes places he doesn’t like but that makes you happy.

He’ll gladly hold your bags when you go shopping. He’ll think about everything you find important. Color, texture, finding the perfect things… he will wander with you for hours until you’re happy. He’ll absolve any worry. He will never tell you the rather poor shape of his finances at the moment, but it’s not important. Anything you want, he’ll let you just charge his card. You’re worth it.

Book stores. He knows how often you frequent them from the time you spend together, and the library- based on the barcodes on the pictures you post on your Instagram. He’s even got your card number memorized. He’ll bring you there, find a corner and just read together. You seem to be more into contemporaries, it will be a good balance. He tends to favor more classics himself but he’ll appease you and let you tell him about whatever book you just read- cover to cover, fuck spoilers. He just wants to watch the way talking about it excites you.

He hangs back, just resting his back against the wall. He still hasn’t seen you yet, but he’s content to wait, you too have all night. He watches as people dance and try to yell over the music. The flashes from cameras make his eyes hurt. He’s never observed a more self-absorbed crowd. They chug down whatever mystery concoction they have in their red cups and he hopes that you know better than to trust whatever is in there.

There’s puffs of smoke from a girl in leather pants and basically a top that might as well be a bra as she passes around a joint for her and her friends to share. It stinks up the whole house, and he just knows he’s going to reek of it. He looks down at his phone, trying to pretend he’s doing something. Anything to make himself look indifferent and not at all desperate and out of place. He’s not sure how well he’s doing.

You’re holding a can of something. You’re a smart girl to choose something here where you can break the seal yourself. You hold it in a way where your palm covers the open top as you let your friend weave the two of you through the crowd, giggling amongst yourselves. You look radiant when you’re like this. Happy and carefree from letting just a little bit of your inhibitions down. You work so hard, you deserve a little bit of fun. He just wished it wouldn’t be places like this. He doesn’t understand how everyone here can just keep to themselves when just you passing through the room disrupts the atmosphere. You smell like peach body mist, and it just hits him back against the wall when it wafts by him.

“Hi Eddie,” you giggle as your friend drags you past. You offer him a friendly smile, and hold up your High Noon as a wave he thinks. Either way, he couldn’t care less. You look so beautiful, and you smiled at him. You’re happy because of him. You’re happy he’s here. His chest puffs up slightly in pride, and he can feel himself naturally stand up a little bit straighter.

“I finished the book,” he calls after you, instinctively reaching into the inner pocket of his coat to take out his copy- to give you his annotated copy. By some miracle, you hear him. He can see your eyes light up, and you signal to your friend to go on without you.

“Did you like it?” you ask excitedly, shouting over the music, leaning in closer to hear him. His breath catches in his throat and he’s not sure he can muster up enough air to answer. He finally manages out a yes, and you look confused- clear you can’t hear him. “Let’s go outside!” you say over the music and point towards the kitchen. He gulps and nods, following your lead.

Crowds just seem to naturally part for you, and your presence is met with hellos and other greetings. You smile, and acknowledge each person who acknowledges you and you just make it look so effortless. He trails behind you closely, trying hard to not stare. You push open the back screen door, and there’s a small back porch. You’ve clearly been here before. He wonders what has brought you back here. A fight, a messy breakup, just needing air, or maybe it’s the stress you must feel being so obligated to make appearances. Either way, it’s a special place, and he’s so honored you’re sharing it with him.

“Much better,” you note, the sounds of the party muffled. “So you liked it?”

“Y-yeah,” he fumbles trying to take the copy out of his coat. He somehow manages to hand it over to you. “I uh, thought you’d want to look through my notes.”

“Cool,” you smile, “Definitely. Thanks.” You tuck it under your armpit, opting to give him your full attention. “What was your favorite part? Ah, none of my other friends are readers and I’m desperate to talk to someone about it!”

His brain short circuits when you say the words ‘I’m desperate’ out loud and he pretends to clear his throat. You also said ‘my other friends’ which clearly implies Eddie is a friend. That’s it? That’s okay, he tells himself. Good girls like you go slow, and he knows that you’re worth it.

“I really loved- uh, I underlined it,” he begins, and gestures to the book. You hand it over and he mumbles a small thanks, pushing his glasses up. He flips through the tabbed pages, and searches until he finds the right page.

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”

He looks up, and the way you are looking at him has him convinced you know. You know that quote pulled every single thought that he ever thought of you and put it there in black and white. The way he feels the tension between the two of you rise as a silent lull clouds gently over the two of you- like you’re the only two people here. Every painful reminder of the false memories he conjures feels like they are slipping away, and his mind is ready to make tangible ones with you- memories he can feel, and experience with all his senses.

“That’s one of my favorite passages too,” you muse, and he nods. He’s sure his face is as pink as your top that he’s just noticed how it fits so snugly around your chest just oh so perfectly- fuck are you even wearing a bra?

“Yea- uh..” before he’s able to even respond, the screen door creaks open and someone calls out your name. The interruption seems to startle you both slightly.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” the guy says poking his head out. Muscular, tall, backwards hat and a tank top with arm holes that almost reach the waist of his… ah, camo cargo shorts. Seriously, sweetheart, where do you even find these people? Oh, a mouth breather as well…

“No it’s okay, Chris, um,” you force a smile, and take a step back from him. Your attention now focused on the frat boy who looks like he’s trying his hardest to spark a thought by rubbing his two final brain cells together. “This is Eddie,” you say, introducing him, “We’re in a class together. We were just talking about a book we both read.” He purses his lips together and forces a closed lip smile toward this other person.

“Eddie, this is my boyfriend Chris.”

Boyfriend.

The large doofus has the audacity to just jerk his chin upwards as some form of acknowledging Edward’s existence, before he steps out onto the porch to press a kiss to your lips, and Edward feels like his entire world is just going to collapse in on himself at any moment.

How could you have a boyfriend? You made no attempt to see him these past weeks, or Edward would have seen. How could this major fucking road block not have reared it’s ugly head until now? You have a boyfriend, and it’s not looking like he’s going anywhere the way he’s snaking his arms around you from behind. You wiggle out of his grasp, not comfortable with the PDA which he can appreciate at least.

“Nice to meet you,” he manages to stutter out before sliding the book back into the inner pocket of his jacket. “I’m gonna be heading out soon anyways so-”

“It’s so early though!” you pout, “It’s too bad, but we’ll hook up at the next one, yeah?”

You have no idea how you’re able to take his breath away. It gets lodged in the back of his throat and he feels his cheeks redden. He knows what you mean, nothing sexual or physical by any means, but fuck- he could swear you do this on purpose. Your little innocent phrases with double meanings, and your suggestive stares, and just how fucking sweet you are.

“Y-eah, f-for sure,” he blushes, making his leave heading down the back stairs. He cuts across the back yard to his dorm building to call it a night.

You’re right that it was early, but there was no point in sticking around that cesspool of a house if you were just going to be tongue tied with that fucking guy for the rest of the night. He’d rather not see that. He needs to devise a new plan. A way for you to realize you’re wasting your time with this loser, and to realize that your Eddie has been there this whole time- patient and just ready to worship you if you only let him.

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imaginesbymonika · 1 year

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About you (Finale)

Pairing: Tenoch Huerta x fem!reader

Plot: Inspired by "About you" by the 1975. You and Tenoch used to date and you simply can't shake the feeling that you are still in love with him. You wonder if he still thinks about you, because you do all the time.

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A/N: you guys made it !! Thank you so much for reading my silly little story and being so nice about it. ly tons !! my requests are open for now and if you want to read anything specific, let me know <333 also my dms are always open in case you need to talk to someone !!

She isn't even entirely down the hallway when Y/N hears how someone calls her name. An unsteady sigh leaves her lips before she turns around. Tenoch, who is holding on to the photo for dear life is quickly making his way toward her. And he pulls her into a bone-crushing hug once he reaches her. Tears are streaming down his face, while the grip on her waist tightens.

"You should have told me.", he whispers in between sobs:" God, mi amor. You should have told me." When he pulls away, his hands' cup both her cheeks. At this point, Y/N is crying as well, her hands fly up to wrap around his. All she can do is nod her head in understanding.

"What's his name?", Tenoch asks and swallows thickly. He can't help himself but let out a teary laugh at the thought of that little boy. "It's Pedro.", Y/N states and mirrors his expression. "Pedro.", the man repeats, while more happy tears roll down his face:" Pedro, Pedro, Pedro." His face moves closer to hers and he presses a more than delicate kiss on her forehead. "You know, I love you too, by the way.", Y/N voices, and she feels how he squeezes her hands while the smile on his lips only gets bigger:" I never stopped loving you, not one day." The next thing she feels is his lips on hers, and she tastes the salinity of both of their tears.

But if she was being honest she never tasted anything sweeter. And neither did he.

"A lot has happened ever since we last saw each other.", James Corden says, while he leans back in his chair. The most prominent smile plays on his lips. Y/N feels how her cheeks gradually heat up. "Like a lot, a lot.", James adds, making everyone laugh, The woman can only nod.

“So first thing first, you and your co-star Tenoch Huerta were spotted kissing on the red carpet. A few weeks after we did our interview together, where you two seemed very distant. What happened?”, James asks, and a few members of the audience chuckle.

Y/N only smiles while she slowly lifts her hand, it takes everyone a few seconds to comprehend what she tries to communicate but as soon as the audience does they cheer. The camera zooms in on a stunning diamond ring. “Tenoch is actually my fiancé now.”, She says and James' eyes widen while he moves closer to her. “That’s fantastic! Congratulations!”

The actress smiles shyly:" Thank you.", while her fingers absently begin to play with the expensive jewelry. Tenoch proposed four months after he met Pedro. He explained that they had wasted enough time and that he genuinely couldn't picture his life with another woman by his side. Y/N said yes, countless times before he was even capable to ask the question.

"How did all of that happen?", James asks and Y/N simply smiles. "There was just something about Tenoch, that I couldn't forget."

"It's that easy?", the British man who sits behind the table questions and raises his eyebrows but the young woman shakes her head. "Depends on how you are looking at it."

#tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta x reader #tenoch x reader #namor #mcu namor #wakanda forever #black panther #namor x reader #tenoch huerta imagine #imagine #x you #Y/N #tenoch huerta namor #namor the sub mariner #Spotify

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corysmiles · 1 year

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The Talk

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Cw: severe burns, mentions of gore

Notes: I’m back and ready to write more than ever so first things first t!techno in the little streamer au angst >:)

Also for context in the ls au tiny cities only really exist in America and since it wouldn’t be safe to have them out in the open they’re typically inside of other human buildings. The city Techno lives in is in the walls of the lobby of a human hotel :)

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Techno’s fingers thrummed nervously against his thigh. The soft light from his computer lit up the room behind him, and one last time he glanced behind him to make sure nothing was too obviously nonhuman. His furniture was all rather nice, for a tiny at least- one of the few perks of living in one of the only tiny cities.

His leg still shaking in his chair, he checked his picture in the empty zoom call again. He looked normal. It was almost weird how much he could pass for a human. It didn’t feel right. Of course it was all on purpose, but it didn’t make it any stranger seeing himself that way.

Techno sighed and brushed his hair back out of his face, revealing more of the burn covering his left side. On the pixelated screen it looked even worse than it did in real life; every bump and divet in his skin looked grossly exaggerated. And if he concentrated on it hard enough he could almost feel the ghosts of giant fingers and fire crushing his chest.

‘Phil’s going to think you’re disgusting’, his mind supplied.

He tried to shake the thought but his grotesquely burnt image made his mouth feel dry. He wasn’t easy on the eyes for sure, and even if he did trust Phil he couldn’t help how his heart tensed at the thought of seeing the human.

What was he supposed to do if Phil decided he didn’t want to be with him anymore, it would be so easy for him to-

Just as his thoughts started to spiral to the worst his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out quickly, his shaky hands almost dropping it.

Phil- ‘Link please :)’

Techno’s breath caught in his throat and for a second he considered backing down. They didn’t have to have this talk yet. But he knew it wouldn’t get easier, and if Phil was going to come visit he had to know…however much Techno was okay with him never finding out.

Techno quickly typed out a reply sending his friend the zoom link before shutting off his camera once again. He’d lied to Phil before, saying his camera was broken so he never had to be seen, and while he knew eventually he’d have to turn it on he wanted to have a bit of peace.

It was only a few seconds before the zoom call dinged as another box appeared on the screen. The sound of Phil grumbling about it not working calmed him down. It was just his friend, he could do this.

“Hey Phil,” Techno laughed trying to sound as normal as possible.

Phil grumbled again before his picture appeared large on his screen, “I fucking hate this camera it never works mate. I understand the pain of yours now- still not working Huh?”

“Uh yeah,” Techno’s mouth dried, “Actually I wanted to talk to you. About you coming to visit-”

“Oh yeah of course mate what about it?” Phil smiled before babbling on excitedly, “Ah I meant to tell you- Kristen and I found an AirBnB that has stuff for tinies which is pretty cool so she won’t need my help or anything. And I think on one of the days we’re going to have dinner with her family. It’s gonna be fun. And I was thinking we could all go somewhere cool and it could be a good video or not- of course whatever you want-”

“Phil,” Techno paused, “I need to talk to you about something important about it.”

Techno studied Phil’s face carefully as it contorted on his screen. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open just a bit.

“Oh yeah of course mate,” Phil said in resignation as he sat back in his chair, “What is it?”

Techno swallowed and let his finger hover above the camera button. He felt completely frozen like a deer in headlights even though he was just talking to his friend. His head whipped around one more time to make sure nothing would give him away before his finger pressed down on the mouse. The distinct sound of its click made his blood run cold.

For a moment he refused to look up at the screen. Out of the corner of his eye he could see blurred colors where he was sure his image was now fully visible to Phil. But he couldn’t bring himself to look. Even with how much effort he put into trying to hide his burns he knew how bad they looked and he wasn’t ready to see Phil’s reaction to them.

“Oh mate,” Phil paused as if he was carefully considering his next words, “Well…your camera works now huh.”

Techno took a deep breath, letting the air settle in his lungs before lifting his eyes to meet Phil’s. Even with the screens between them he could see the pure uncertainty on Phil’s features.

“You can ask about it you know,” Techno shrugged, “I know it’s bad.”

Phil didn’t move for a few seconds almost to the point where Techno though his screen had froze before the older man let out a deep sigh. His eyes danced across the screen studying Techno for the first time ever. Techno was instantly reminded that this was the first time Phil had ever seen him, and it certainly was never a good experience when people got a good look at him. It almost made his skin crawl watching how carefully the human’s eyes picked him apart.

“Fuck mate,” Phil’s shoulders sagged, “What happened?”

This was the part Techno was scared for, the part of this dreaded conversation he had nightmares about. But he had to do it, it had to happen.

Techno breathed in and met Phil’s eyes as best as he could before prepping himself to tell the story. It’s not like he wasn’t an expert on it of course, the news ate it up for weeks after it happened. Even sitting at the hospital, or at least the closest thing tinies had to one, the tvs all replayed the story over and over.

“Do you want the uh… the full story?” Techno hummed trying not to act too perturbed.

“Yeah mate,” Phil nodded, “If you want.”

“Okay well,” Techno sighed as his arms instinctively started to rub against his burnt arm, “Um, I was sixteen, and I just wanted food after school. We had stuff at home but I wanted the fancy kind… which was a dumb decision. But the kitchen in the hotel my city was built in always had nice stuff you just had to go ask for it and I was reckless at the time- I didn’t see any issue going out into a human space.”

For a second, Techno paused watching Phil’s face carefully, but nothing changed. He was completely still aside from his breathing, and with the way his face seemed tight Techno guessed he was deep in thought.

“I left the city like I always did but there were a bunch of kids probably my age outside waiting,” Techno shuddered and let his eyes dip from Phil’s own so he didn’t have to see the man’s face, “One of them grabbed me- I’m not sure which. And another one of them had a lighter… I don’t really remember too much before I was taken to the doctor but I’m pretty sure they were drunk and just wanted to take it out on someone easy.”

Techno laughed uncomfortably to try to shake his fear but to little avail. His skin prickled as he recalled the memories of fire dancing across his skin as he struggled in the grip of giant hands.

“So yeah,” Techno exhaled shakily, “That was it. They said the kids weren’t at fault in the end and that there was no way to prove anything had happened. And that…that it was my fault if I chose to go out into the hotel.”

Techno’s eyes studied his burnt hands carefully before slowly lifting them towards his screen. Sitting there in stunned silence was Phil. His lips were drawn tight in a line and his eyebrows dipped above his eyes.

“Techno I-” he paused for almost a whole minute leaving Techno in uncomfortable silence, “I’m sorry.”

Techno stared at the screen in confusion. Out of any response this was the last he’d expected, perhaps only behind Phil being disgusted by him. He’d lied to his friend, he hadn’t told him about his real identity even after years of talking. He expected Phil to at least seem a little shocked about it.

“Are you not surprised?” Techno asked.

Phil turned his head to the side for a moment seemingly deep in thought. Through the screen Techno could just barely make out the man gnawing at his lip.

“About what,” Phil started, “That you’re a tiny?”

Techno shuddered at the word coming from his friends mouth. He wasn’t upset about what he was per-say, but it was still oddly uncomfortable to hear it put into words. Especially since the last time a human had called him that his skin had been burning.

“Well… I never told you.”

“And thats okay,” Phil said softly, “I cant say I expected it but… I’m not upset or anything mate. And it doesn’t change anything really. I’m just more… I don’t know… I’m sorry.”

“Why? I lied to you you know,” Techno scoffed.

Phil hummed thoughtfully and tapped his fingers on his desk, shaking his camera slightly, “Well-given that story I can see why you wouldn’t tell me. I’m just sorry that happened to you…I can’t imagine how much that hurt.”

Techno nodded anxiously as his brain tried to pull at the memories of the event. He couldn’t let himself slip into them though or else he’d be in tears by the end of the call.

“I just…I wanted you to know. Yaknow before you came here and found out that way,” Techno laughed uncomfortably, “And I wanted you to see what I look like because I know I’m not that nice on the eyes.”

Immediately Phil shifted closer to the screen and shook his head, “No no mate. Don’t pull that shit on me. I don’t care what you look like or what happened to you or what you are. Really.”

Techno sat stunned in his chair at the normally calm man’s outburst. He felt…odd. He couldn’t really explain the strange feelings of comfort at hearing what he’d wanted to hear for so long.

“You’re my friend Techno, and while I’m fairly upset about what those sad fucks did to you,” he grimaced, “I dont care. About any of it- that you didn’t tell me or that you’re tiny. None of it. You’re still the same person.”

Techno was shocked at the man’s words. It felt so strange being comforted by a human when the last real interaction he’d had with one had been violent. A few years ago if you’d told him he’d be not just talking to a human but friends with one he would have told you you were crazy. Especially since he hadn’t left the confines of the tiny city ever since.

“Phil,” Techno said eyes-wide, “I… Thank you.”

Phil hummed, his face still tight in barely concealed anger, “Thank you. For telling me all that, you didn’t have to.”

Techno laughed at that as he started to relax back into his chair. His nightmares of how Phil could have reacted were nothing. He still had his friend and he didn’t care.

“You deserved to know Phil.”

Phil smiled tightly and let his chin fall to his chest, “Well I don’t agree with that, still…thank you for telling me mate.”

Techno smiled back and Phil’s own lightened up. For the first time actually seeing a human and being fully aware of it he felt safe. When he was on discord calls with them sometimes it was easy to forget they weren’t also tiny, besides Tommy of course. But this was a new feeling. He was talking to a human who knew he was a tiny, who knew how much power he could have over him, and Phil was still kind.

Logically he knew none of his human friends would be weird about it since he’d seen how they interacted with Tommy, but it didn’t stop the fear in his gut from curling up; the fear that had been permanently there since the incident.

“I just want you to know also…before we meet, that it’ll be my first time since all that that I’ll actually be near a human,” Techno said slowly, “And I trust you Phil and you are my friend but… I just don’t know how I’ll react.”

“That’s okay Techno,” Phil said softly, “I’ll be careful I promise. And the house we’ll have already has tiny accommodations so that won’t be an issue… and I just want you to know if I get there and it’s too uncomfortable you don’t have to see me…”

Phil swallowed, “That would be okay.”

Techno stared in awe at his friend. He never expected this level of understanding even with how kind of a person he was. His eyes fell to his own hands before falling on Phil’s, just barely visible at the bottom of the screen. Even though they looked the same on camera he knew those hands would be easily three times his size. His friend who seemed so close now would be a giant to him in person. And while that was a frightening thought it seemed easier now that they’d talked.

“Thank you Phil,” Techno sighed, “Really. And I do want to see you when you come, I’ll get over it if I have to.”

“I know,” Phil smiled, “And I’ll help in any way I can. I don’t want you to have to be afraid of me mate. I hope you know I would never dream of hurting you.”

And for the first time since the incident Techno knew that Phil, a human who could so easily do anything he wanted to the tiny, was telling the truth.

“I know. Thank you Phil.”

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #corywrites #little streamer au #t!techno #g!philza

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izpira-se-zlato · 3 months

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your Stožice Photo Dump photos have pictures from so many different angles and distances from the stage, did you move around so much somehow? 🤔

ahaha I wish -- I switched places with a friend after the shoving got too bad, but mostly the stage was just a pretty fun layout! We were on the left side of the cat walk if you looked at the stage (so "Kris's side"), and they came up the cat walk bit quite a lot, which enabled me to get different angles of them.

Since this got long -- and turned into something of another pic spam -- more under the cut :D

Here you can see the catwalk pretty well:

It was a really cool layout, imo, bc it made for quite a lot of "front row", and granted, I wasn't actually barrier, but second row (behind the person streaming for JO Subs, actually! So my view was really close to what "viewers at home" got).

... Still close enough to get caught in the Omamljeno Telo Shower 😂😂

And then, of course, I thought the crowd was pretty stunning, too, so this is me having turned around and photographed the crows "in front of" the cat walk ... tip. Or whatever it's called

Not included in the photodump (I think): the large LED screens they had so people further in the back could also see things. That was very helpful when Bojan lay down for Padam, because I'd suddenly lost track of him and the LED screens meant I could find him (and then zoom in on him, which is how I got the pic of him on the floor)

This is said view during Padam -- probably looks familiar from the first pic I posted, because Bojan lay down right where the catwalk grew out of the main stage (and from the pixellation, you can tell that I had to zoom to catch him bc he was kinda small from where we were standing)

But they were really great about moving around, and so they all kind of stopped in front of where we were standing? In the Bojan pic, you can see the camera mounted at the "tip" of the cat walk, and in the Kris with Jan and Nace (respectively) pics underneath, I was facing straight ahead. (The lying water bottle/cups are the same in all three pics)

And, as I said -- I was right behind JO Subs, which you can see in this pic :D (I'd say "you have to trust me it's indeed JO subs", but you can probably cross-reference this with the stream, I think it's floating around somewhere)

And finally, here's them on the "main stage" during Carpe Diem -- which probably shows why I only took very, very few pics of them on the main stage. They were just too tiny from our spot. But they did come to the front of the cat walk there, too, so I did get to see them up close once more.

And finally -- my friend was sitting in the bleachers, so I can even pinpoint exactly where I was standing (even though you should probably be able to triangulate my position from all the pics). I marked my position in blue in their pic (this pic actually is not by me)

God, Stožice was a blast -- if you made it to here, thank you so much for indulging with me in this trip down memory lane 😊

#stožice #joker out #my gig footage #god I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it #also I decided to answer this in good faith #even though looking at the ask again I am wondering if there's a vibe of “are you trying to pass others' pics off as your own”#I'm hoping I'm misreading that tho bc stealing others' pics is a scummy thing to do #there's a reason I mark pictures I took myself as “pics by me” or something similar when posting them on here #bc I don't want ppl to wonder where those pics are from #also thanks for giving me something to procrastinate my writing with 😂#asks answered #(godddd I want to GO BACK PLS. It was so good. It kickstarted meeting AMAZING friends. PLS)

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David and Michael interview with Vanessa Armstrong and Valerie Ettenhofer for SlashFilm, 10.7.2023

Film's Vanessa Armstrong got the answers in an interview with Sheen and Tennant, which it should be noted took place before the ongoing SAG-AFTRA strike began. When asked about how and when Gaiman, who created and showruns the series, pitched the second season, Tennant revealed that "it gradually came into focus over a couple of years, probably." The actor notes that "the initial idea that there might be more story to tell" might have actually "had its genesis way, way back as a sort of fantasy idea, really, where we were shooting [season] 1." Like many a TV show these days, the show was initially marketed as a limited series, but that didn't last; it was officially renewed in 2021, two years after it aired.

While it sounds like Gaiman and the cast perhaps daydreamed about keeping the fun going with another season during production on the first, Tennant says the pieces still didn't come together until after it aired. "Then [season] 1 came out, and I think from that point, there was a slow realization that actually there might be more to come," he told /Film. "Neil was clearly excited at the idea, and I think Amazon were keen to do it." Some limited series clearly have aspirations for a sophomore season, but Tennant insists that he and Sheen "always thought it was a one-off," having signed contracts for one season and only been pitched on one season. When they got the go-ahead for another, though, he explained, "Michael and I were thrilled that we would get to return to [these] characters."

"When we started off on that journey, there was never a sense to go further, but what a treat that it was going to," Tennant explained. It took a long time for the full season 2 picture to come into focus: "I think Neil would drop us little nuggets down the months and years, really," he told /Film. Sheen, meanwhile, says he has "no memory whatsoever' of how Gaiman told him about the plans for Aziraphale in season 2. He did, however, have an inkling based on conversations Gaiman had described having with Pratchett about a continuation of the story before the author's death in 2015. "I know what we wanted to explore," Sheen said, "and I always remember what he was aiming to get to by the end of the second series, because of ideas that he and Terry had talked about with where the story might go."

Sheen says he thinks the first thing Gaiman told him about season 2 involved "the idea of Gabriel coming into their lives again in a very unexpected way, and then that eventually building to the point that they get to at the end of this series." Tennant, meanwhile, remembers being in Romania on a shoot for "Around The World in 80 Days" when Gaiman shared the first scene of season 2 with him and Sheen over Zoom. "Neil read us the first scene, the opening scene, which is, if you've seen it, you'll know we meet a very youthful Crowley and Aziraphale, very much way back at the beginning of time." (fygo: NGK FUCKING NGK!!!) Tennant says Gaiman "then gave us a quick sketch of what the rest of the series was going to be." Though both actors are understandably trying to keep mum about the ending of season 2, they note that Gaiman told them what it would be early on.

"That was all worked out, and it just felt delicious, really," Tennant says after recalling the Zoom meeting. "I mean from that moment on, it just felt like it was always meant to be. It felt like it was such a perfectly formed idea. I think it's fair to say that Michael and I didn't need much persuading." That's great to hear, because we certainly didn't need persuading to sign up for a season 2, either. The new "Good Omens" adventure begins on Prime Video on July 28, 2023.

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #david tennant #michael sheen #interview #david interview #michael interview #s2 opening scene #angel crowley #good omens spoilers #spoilers #crowley and aziraphale meeting in heaven #s2 interview #slashfilm #slashfilm 2023

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the-ocean-in-motion · 1 month

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A post for publicly sharing the products of my Drawfee Lalafell idol project!

(if u don't know what the fuck I'm saying just scroll on)

NOTE: I am not affliated with Drawfee I just stole their logo for that edit. I'm not making money Julia pls don't sue me

FAQ

Q: Why do this? A: Fatal case of brainworms

Q: How long did you spend on making these? A: Too long. Enough questions

Jokes aside, here's a proper intro to what this is for people who aren't in that one very specific discord: As a creative project of sorts, I decided to make 4 Lalafells in FFXIV based on the Drawfee crew (youtubers). SPECIFICALLY these are based on their Newsday Comic Designs, because there's only so much staring at real people's faces really zoomed in I can do before I start feeling like a creep.

So, No, these are not "lifelike" or even "as close to life like as i can make potato people in a 10 year old video game". They're based on stylized ideas of people, warped by my creative liberty. That left me more space to make them cute instead of uncanny valley, which I'm sure any drawfee members that see this post might appreciate too.

They're also all heavily modded. It's more fun for dressup.

With that said! Onwards to the pictures (and design notes)!

Nathan: I actually "made" the beard for this myself - or, rather, I refitted it from a modded beard for Roegadyn. I even made an effort to mold it into a rough flower shape, but I'm afraid it doesn't show up that well. Still, remembering that there is no full beard for Lalafell in the vanilla game, I think it actually looks quite cute! For this "casual" fit I made an effort not to make Nathan look too fashion-y. Of course, they're idol photoshoot style pics, so I still had to dress him up a bit! With this sporty fit with the fun big red boots reminiscent of early video game character designs, I think I landed in a pretty nice middle ground.

Julia: This is the only design I paid real life money to make. I spent forever futzing with free hair mods trying to find one I liked, but in the end I forked over a few bucks to an experienced hair modder's online shop and got this hair that comes with all the features I wanted. Can't say I regret the purchase, it's very pretty. For the outfit, I knew what I wanted pretty much immediately. I have had this outfit mod for a long time, but I've never really known what to use it for. It feels very Julia, even if I can't remember necessarily seeing her wear this kind of thing before. Maybe it just feels French, and I associate Julia with France?

Karina: Karina's face sculpt mod was very easy to decide. Looking at the list of the free female Lala faces, I saw one that looked like a little shit - and named "Give Me the Phone" - and immediately knew it was perfect. I had to edit this hair to become hat compatible for later outfits, but overall this one was full of easy picks. Maybe I'm projecting too hard, though? I even dressed her in a top I modded for myself, after all.

Jacob: Jacob's design is one I agonized over, because finding a hair for him was quite hard. Short hair mods are rarer than long ones, and Newsday Jacob's hair is very distinctive. In the end I had to settle for a more realistic style, but I'm told it still reads as him. I wound up putting Jacob in maybe the cutesy-est outfit of the four. I don't think he'd mind, but either way the funny little overalls were too big a temptation for me to resist. Accessorising with bandages is where my weeb roots really shine through, though. Portraits done, here's the additional materials I've made!

Drawfee Kindergarten Field trip! Fun fact, I took this screenshot mere seconds before the dungeon I used as a set kicked me out, which means I spent the entire instance timer just deciding on accessories and posing! Where are they going? To see the big squid at the Aetherfont's center, of course!

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The first music video! Motions not by me, I'm not that talented, these are retargeted Project Sekai dances (retargeting also not by me lmao animation modding scares me)

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Childish war is such a fun song and dance, never mind the fact that none of the "personalities" really work for drawfee. It's dancing lalas! Who cares!

That's it! I might do more music videos or photo shoots in the future, but that's highly dependent on my brain chemistry, so truly nothing is certain. If you made it this far, I hope my silly little project brought you some joy! (and olive) And hey!

Check this out!

#drawfee #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #lalafell #ffxiv modding

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pleasingforharry · 2 years

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My First Vlog!

youtuber!yn

(a/n, italics are texts that would be on the screen if it was a video)

My first vlog! | spend the day with me :)

coming up... ;P

“Okay, I just bought a new harness for the bubs, so hopefully he’ll let me put it on him...” I smiled at the camera, worriedly, “Wish me luck.” Dustin stood on his hind legs to scratch his paws into my knee. I flipped the camera to point it down at him.

He stared at the lens and tilted his head to the side. I giggled and zoomed in on his big brown nose that always stayed wet.

“Fit check,” I exclaimed, posing for the camera with the beautiful view of the ocean’s waves behind us. My boyfriend scurried over next to me and set his hands on his hips. His swim shorts matched my bikini, which earned multiple compliments as we passed numerous people along the beach. “Ahhh, you’re so handsome, cutie,” I squealed, looking at us through the screen next to the camera lens.

I was taken aback when he suddenly took my hand and twirled me around before grabbing my waist to catch me. It was always a struggle to stay on two feet when on the uneven sand.

“You look incredible, baby,” He spoke lowly that the microphone barely picked it up. I set my hands on his naked chest and looked up at him with a scrunched nose. He leaned down to poke his against mine.

“You’re making me blush, stop,” I softly slapped his chest as he laughed. We connected our lips and went back to staring lovingly at each other. If gazing at your boyfriend all day was an actually sport, I’d be going to the Olympics. “And thank you, lovie.”

He let go of my waist so I could walk over to the camera and pick it up. I raised in high so my head and his whole body behind me was in frame. He threw up a peace sign before waving.

My boyfriend and I revealed our ice cream flavors to the camera and posed for the thumbnail. His free arm was around my shoulder while mine was signing bunny ears over his head.

“Got it?” He asked through his smile.

“One more,” I said, leaning over to kiss his cheek for a backup picture.

I reached for the camera to turn it off, but still caught my boyfriend whispering, “Can you send me that picture?”

“Of course, cutie.”

I pointed the camera to the aisle of bikinis and squealed at one that was patterned a pink floral. “Wait a second, this one is so fucking cute. I’m totally getting it.” I grabbed the two pieces and ran to another aisle where my boyfriend was looking at hoodies. “Cutie, look at this one. Do you like it?” I tapped his back.

He turned around and immediately gawked at the two piece. He took it in his hands and smirked.

“I think I can pull this off better than you, baby,” He teased me.

“Uh... who did you think I was picking bikinis out for? Me?” I scoffed, which only made him throw his head back in laughter. “Get in the dressing room and put it on, hottie.”

spend the day with me ! ... ft dusty and harry <3

“Hello, lovely lovely people! Y/N here, and welcome to my first ever YouTube video,” I exclaimed as I spun around my bedroom. “This is my third attempt to record a video like this introducing myself, but they all turned out to be extremely boring, so I decided to just introduce myself through a day in my life,” I chuckled.

I finally stopped spinning, due to an incoming headache, and gagged playfully.

“Okay, anyways, let’s get started because I’m getting very awkward talking to myself like this. And today is actually going to be a pretty fun day, so hope you guys enjoy. Love ya.” I blew a kiss to the camera before pointing it to Dustin sitting on my bed.

I approached him, and he leaned up to sniff the lens that loudly picked up in the microphone.

he’s such a loud sniffer omg help haha

I was driving in my car with Dustin, who was in his bucket booster seat next to me. The camera was mounted on the dashboard securely, and I was grateful that my friend had set it up for me the day before.

“This is a far jump, but I literally did my whole morning routine and forgot to fucking record,” I rolled my lips inward as it zoomed into my face. “I’m such a bad Youtuber, but I’ll get better. Promise.”

I looked at Dustin, who was dressed in his beige neck bandana with his name scripted in the fabric. He was a dark chocolate lab puppy, so the beige shade complemented well against his smooth fur.

“So, right now, Dusty-bear and I are on our way to Starbucks so I can get him his pup-cup," I explained as we drove away from my apartment complex. “I always thought it was forbidden to go to Starbucks without buying a coffee because that’s literally why everyone goes there. The problem is, I don’t drink coffee because I never got into the taste of it, which fucking sucks because I need it all the time. I get tired so easily, guys.”

I grabbed my personalized clear water bottle that was stickered with stems and flowers, and had ‘TPWK’ scripted in champion gothic font. It could be easily recognized from my boyfriend’s famous slogan ‘Do You Know Who You Are?’

thanks baby for the bottle <3

“Instead, I drink fruit smoothies that I literally can’t go a day without. This morning, I made a strawberry banana smoothie and I bet you it’ll be gone by the time we reach Starbucks,” I smiled at the camera. “That’s how obsessed I am, right bubs?” I glanced at Dustin, who was panting at the window. I rolled it down low enough for the wind to lift his floppy ears.

Dusty loves car rides :)

I reached over to scratch down his back and steered with my other hand. “I guess I could also reveal what plans are going down today, huh?” I hummed. “Well, me, Dustin, and my boyfriend, Harry, are heading to a beach house that he rented for a few days. I’m really excited to spend time with my favorite guys because Harry’s a very busy guy, so it’s hard to have him all to myself,” I chuckled, turning into Starbucks.

The line for the drive thru surprisingly wasn’t long, and I wasn’t complaining about it. Dustin eventually realized where we were and what he was about to get.

“Are you excited, baby? You want a pup-cup?” I grabbed Dustin’s face and kissed his nose before his tongue swiped my cheek. My reflexes were getting better with Dustin’s face attacks but sometimes he still caught me.

“Thank you so much,” I thanked the barista as she handed me a pup cup. She and her coworker leaned on the window and cooed at Dustin. I let them ask their questions about Dustin and his breed, before I had to pull off because I was holding up the line.

he’s always making friends!

Dustin’s eyes wouldn’t leave the pup-cup in my hand as I used the other to park. His tail shot up as he wiggled in his booster seat. I had to scold him a few times to calm down or he wouldn’t get his treat.

“Okay, bubs, this is for being a good boy all week,” I said and unclipped his collar from the leash on the booster seat. He immediately leaped out and onto my lap. I laughed and let him devour the whip cream in my hand. “Don’t tell Papa I gave you this. He’s gonna be mad,” I giggled as I grazed his head with my nails and waited for him to finish.

I planned to walk Dustin down the park trail right behind Starbucks, as we did every other day. I reached behind the passenger seat for a bag I'd brought.

Dustin had indicated that he was finished with his treat by looking up at me with a tongue-out smile and whipped cream stained on his whiskers. I laughed and used a napkin to wipe it all away. “You’re so messy, handsome boy. I love you,” I cooed. “Let’s walk that sweet off, yeah?”

I swung my door open and let Dustin leap out of my lap onto the ground. I also grabbed the camera from the dashboard and turned off my car, following Dustin to a field of grass.

“Okay, I just bought a new harness for the bubs, so hopefully he’ll let me put it on...” I smiled at the camera, worriedly, “Wish me luck.” Dustin stood on his hind legs to scratch his paws into my knee. I flipped the camera to point it down at him.

He stared at the lens and tilted his head to the side. I giggled and zoomed in on his big brown nose that always stayed wet.

“We’ll be back.”

I was back in my apartment, walking down the hallway to my bedroom.

“I suck at this, guys, let me explain. Dustin wanted to chase some innocent ducks so I had to watch him carefully and make sure he left them alone and forget to film the rest of our walk,” I scratched the back of my head. “If you’re seeing this video, that means I obviously had enough content to post so hopefully I got some good footage of us at the beach house.”

A pair of feet padded behind me so I angled the camera to reveal my boyfriend walking up to me. He stared at the camera blankly as he circled his arms around my hips to hold himself against my back.

“I was just about to introduce you, but guys, this is Harry; the cutest boy in town,” I tilted my head to the side so he could rest his chin on my shoulder and be better visible in the frame. "Hello, cutie," I laughed as he blushed at his nickname.

He quickly removed one arm from my waist to wave at the camera before returning it to its original position.

“Why are you suddenly acting all shy now? You were just dancing on the ottoman two minutes ago,” I teased, continuing to walk to my bedroom with him pressed against me. His feet kept bumping into my heel so he widened his legs to plant his feet beside mine as we walked.

“Sorry,” He mumbled. “Hello.”

“Guys, I promise he isn’t shy. He literally tours and sings to thousands of people on a stage. I don’t know what’s going on with him,” I shrugged, holding the camera off to the side so only my face was in frame.

Harry spoke before I could, “I’m awkward on camera.”

“So am I. It’s what makes us a power duo, ya know?” I joked, looking over my shoulder at him. He giggled and pinched my sides. “Want to hold it for me. I’m gonna explain what we’re about to do.” Harry nodded and grabbed the camera from me. He quickly stuck his tongue out before flipping it to face me.

I clasped my hands together, “Alright, so Harry and I are finishing up our packing, but we still need to stop to the store and buy some swimwear because apparently we have to match—”

“Hey, you said it was a good idea,” Harry interrupted me, frowning behind the camera. I reached past the lens to cup his jaw.

“I know, it is, cutie. I didn’t mean to say it like that. My bad,” I smiled, rubbing his cheek, before stepping back and centering myself in frame.

“It’s okay.”

I peeked at him and winked. “Anyway, we need to buy that, and then we’re off,” I explained. “The drive is like five hours, right, cutie?” I asked Harry. He nodded his head, as well as the camera.

We switched positions so I was then holding the camera and Harry stood in front of it. He scratched his nose, which I knew was out of nervousness. “What do I say?” He looked off to the camera’s side, at me.

“Anything, I just love listening to you,” I shrugged. He blushed and rolled his lips inwards. “How about you tell them how you planned this?”

“Okay, I can do that,” He nodded, before looking at the lens. “Um... Y/N and I love the beach and because I’ve been filming a movie for the last few months, I haven’t been able to take her. So, I thought, before I get back on tour, I could find us a nice place near her favorite beach to spend a few days at.”

“For a little context, Harry and I don’t live together so this is technically our first time sharing a house, huh?” I zoomed in on his shy smile. We started dating at the end of 2020, which is only eight months and we’ve just been taking it slow.

I've been photographed a lot with Harry recently because, since he returned from filming, we've just been doing everything together and haven't held back from being a regular couple. We've gone on walks, dinner dates, and shopping trips all over Los Angeles.

Harry also took me on a yacht because I'd never been on one before, but when I went on twitter the next day, I was flabbergasted with how many pictures were taken of us. I mean, every action we took on the top deck was documented.

Even though being forced onto the internet because I was dating Harry was difficult, I wouldn't want to be with anyone else. I adored that hunk more than my life being published on the internet. And look now, I was a YouTuber, so I had get used to it anyway.

Dustin, just waking from a nap that was shown through his hooded eyes and lowered head, walked in and immediately crossed the room to his dad. Harry patted his knees to encourage him to stand up so he could reach down and grab him.

I took a step back to get them both in frame. “Dustin probably missed you more than me. He practically tackled you the day you came back,” I laughed.

“Yeah, but I missed him just as much. That’s why he’ll be at the beach house with us,” Harry boasted, bouncing him in his arms. “Excited, Dusty?” A long tongue kiss to his cheek was Harry’s response from him.

I turned the camera around and stood in front of Harry so all three of us were in frame. “Alright, H and I are going to the store for swimwear then we are off. See you guys in a minute.” I zoomed in on Harry grabbing Dustin’s paw to wave goodbye at the camera. I giggled and did the same.

“Why do paparazzi find people shopping so interesting?” I rolled my eyes, before turning the camera to the wide window in the store we were privately shopping at. “Look at all these people.” About ten plus paparazzi with cameras ten times bigger than mine, and a growing number of people, formed a beehive in front of the entrance of the store.

“We might be trapped,” Harry added, walking through the aisles but his height allowed his head to hover over the racks. He smiled at me before motioning me over. “Ignore them for now.”

I nodded, “I’m actually a big fan of this store because they sell the best patterned clothes. It’s insane how much power this store holds over me,” I laughed. I followed behind Harry, dressed in jeans, a graphic tee, and a blue hat. The clout goggles he wore were actually mine, but he stole them and claimed they were his.

“She is obsessed with this place,” Harry looked over his shoulder to say. “She said she wants me to propose to her here. It’s a requirement for marriage.” The camera shook as I let out a loud cackle.

“Maybe for our one year anniversary, we celebrate here and buy a bunch of matching clothes?” I suggested, speeding up to walk by his side so we could both be in frame. He slickly grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers.

“We do that on a daily, Y/N. Our closets look the exact same at both of our places.” He brought my knuckles to his lips and kissed them.

“Is that a no?” I furrowed my brows at him. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “That’s what I thought. You’re probably more excited about it than I am.”

I pointed the camera to the aisle of bikinis and squealed at one that was patterned a pink floral. “Wait a second, this one is so fucking cute. I’m totally getting it.” I grabbed the two pieces and ran to another aisle where Harry was looking at hoodies. “Cutie, look at this one. Do you like it?” I tapped his back.

He turned around and immediately gawked at the two piece. He took it in his hands and smirked.

“I think I can pull this off better than you, baby,” He teased me.

“Uh... who did you think I was picking bikinis out for? Me?” I scoffed, which only made him throw his head back in laughter. “Get in the dressing room and put it on, hottie.”

“Yeah right,” he chuckled, handing the bikini back to me. He went back to looking at hoodies, and as soon as he turned around, my hand connected with his ass.

“Wait, say it again, I’m recording,” I said to the fan that was filmed in front of the camera. Her eyes lit up as she waved and squealed.

“Hi everyone, I love Y/N so much and she’s so fucking pretty,” She exclaimed. “Subscribe to her channel if you haven't already, or she'll shave all of Harry's hair in his sleep," she said, pointing to the camera.

omg im cryinggg she’s so

I flipped the camera to myself and gave a thumbs up. “That’s your only warning, mwah.” I kissed the lens and smiled innocently.

Harry was holding the camera with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he was figuring out if he was recording or not. “Is it working?” He asked to himself and his brows furrowed.

my cutieeeeee <3

“There should be a red circle in the corner,” I called out. His eyes scattered the screen until he caught the circle and nodded. “Can you explain what’s happening while I finish changing?”

“Of course,” His eyes were on me, before they went to the camera. “Hi everyone. Y/N is doing a haul on her bikinis, just in case she forgets to do one at the beach house.”

“I’m done, you can turn it now,” I waved at him. The camera pointed at me, showing off my first bikini set. “So, this is the pink floral one I picked out earlier. I tried it on at the store so I already knew how it looked on me but I really wanted to wear it again.”

Harry zoomed in on the outfit and panned the camera from my feet to my face where I was smiling at his videoing skills.

“Also, it’s so hard to wear bikinis without cups because my breasts can’t survive without a cupped bra, so,” I shrugged, “I’m glad I was able to find a bunch of really nice pieces with cups in them. Whatcha think about this one, cutie?” I asked Harry.

He made a very sexual gesture behind the camera that had my eyes widened and my jaw agape.

“Okay, I’m gonna change into the next one. Turn the camera around, you ho[squeaky duck noise] bastard,” I motioned a circling motion with my finger.

Harry was staring at the camera with squinting eyes. “It’s on, I think. Go.” The frame flipped to me in my next set.

“Alright, this one is a fun green ruffle suit. I really like it and will probably go back and get it in more colors,” I explained, twisting to each side to display the bikini from multiple angles.

My eyes glanced to Harry behind the camera and rolled my eyes at the things he was motioning.

“You’re being inappropriate, cutie. Save it for the beach house,” I scolded him.

“Sorry,” He said with the least amount of sorrow.

“Okay, next.”

uhhh we never finished the haul ... blame him

“Let me in, uber driver,” I tugged on the passenger door handle. I tilted the camera up at Harry in the driver’s seat with a mischievous smirk. “Harold E. Stylus Pen, open the door.”

He rolled the window an inch so I could hear him but couldn’t reach in to unlock the door myself. “No, you threw a snickers bar at my forehead. I can’t completely recover after that.” I rolled my eyes and looked at the camera through the reflection of the mirror.

Dustin suddenly appeared in my seat, scratching at the glass. “Dusty-bear, tell Papa to let me in, baby,” I knocked on the window before pointing at Harry behind him. But like I expected, he only continued to blankly stare at me, wondering why I couldn’t just open the door.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at Harry, who was trying to sniffle his laughter. I stuck up the finger, caught on camera due to the reflection of the window.

“Oi,” he reached over to cover Dustin’s eyes, “there are children, watch your language,” he scolded me.

“Open the door or I’ll throw much more than a snickers bar at your forehead,” I pointed at him with my finger on the window. He only clicked the lock button again as a tease.

“Stay away from me and my bubs, I don’t like bullies.”

I quickly flipped the camera to myself. “I’ll be walking to the store and buying more snickers. See you guys in a minute.” I smiled at the camera then turned it back to Harry. “Your days are limited, Stylus Pen.”

“Hey guys, It’s Harry, and I’m here with my girlfriend and we’re going to a beach house,” Harry spoke with fake enthusiasm, before glancing at me with an innocent smile. One of his hands were situated on the top of the steering wheel while the other held the back of my neck. His thumb traced my ear, which became a weird habit of his.

“Do I not get a name?” I sniffled a laugh by covering my mouth.

“Oh yeah, sorry, this is Y/N, my girlfriend,” He repeated, tapping and squishing the bun on the top of my head. “She’s pretty cute, right?” His fingers went to hold my jaw and turned it to each side to show my full face. I shut my eyes and smiled widely.

“It’s beach house time!” I yelled as I shook Harry’s shoulder, making sure to not mess up his driving. He smiled at the camera but kept his eyes on the road.

Dustin sat in the center seat behind us, back in his booster seat. I set a pillow in there, just in case he got tired.

“We are already forty minutes in and have been singing very very loudly. Now my throat hurts,” I laughed. “But I’m so freaking excited. I can’t wait to go to the beach.” I leaned over the console to kiss Harry’s cheek and whispered a thank you.

“Anything for you, baby.” I sat back down in my seat, and his arm followed as it crossed my leg and his hand rested on the inside of my thigh, out of the camera’s view. My nails ran up his forearm, soothingly scratching the skin, and earning a satisfied hum in return.

“She sits beside me like a silhouette!” Harry sang as he motioned to me. I leaned back in my seat, seductively winking at the camera. “Hard candy dripping on me till my feet are wet!”

“And now she’s all over me, it’s like I pay for it! Ca-ching!” I reached my hands over the console to his chest, one of them sneakily going under his shirt. I felt his muscles suddenly clench from my touch. He darted his eyes at me in warning but that only encouraged my hands to wander lower.

“It’s like I pay for it!” He finished as I snatched my hands away from him and pretended like I had a guitar.

“I’m gonna pay for this!” We both screamed, before whipping our head around like rock stars. My hair slowly unraveled out of its bun, going wild everywhere.

hopefully i can’t get copyrighted for this because the singer is right here...

The camera zoomed in on Dustin sleeping peacefully in his booster seat with his head rested on the ledge. Luckily it was padded, so I knew he was comfortable.

“We're both stubborn I know, but oh—” I hummed, before looking over at the singer.

“Sweet creature, sweet creature. Wherever I go, you bring me home,” Harry sang softly, and I immediately shut up to listen to him harmonize with his studio voice. “Sweet creature, sweet creature. When I run out of road,” he riffed as he grabbed my jaw like earlier and turned my face to look at him. His eyes met mine as he smiled through his singing, “you bring me home.”

I mimicked the guitar notes and giggled. “Sing the last part.”

“You bring me home,” He finished the song, quickly kissing me before bringing his attention back to the road. I hit the pause button on my playlist and stared at the camera.

“I thought I entered heaven for a second there,” I joked. “I kind of liked your version more than the studio. Unpopular opinion, guys? Let me know.”

I hit my head against the headrest and sighed. “I need food or I’m gonna break up with you,” I muttered nonchalantly. The frame zoomed in on Harry widening his eyes as they darted to me.

“Wait, what?” He grabbed my chin and turned it towards him. “I already said I was gonna feed you, baby. I promise.”

“Pinky promise? I feel like I’m gonna starve.” I held my pinky up and he immediately grasped it with his own and brought it to his lips to kiss. “Sealed the deal, I like that,” I giggled.

“That giggle sounded a little psychotic. I will get you food as soon as possible.”

“Dusty-bear is gonna need to go to the bathroom soon too, I think.” I glanced behind my seat to find Dustin still asleep, snoring lightly. “Aww, little bubs.”

Harry nodded, “I will take care of both of you, my two loves.”

I was fixing the camera on the bench table and released it with my hands up. “I think it’ll stay.” Harry nodded, keeping his hands under the table. “Okay, so we got food but then we wanted ice cream, so here we are.” I scooted closer to him and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“She’s been very happy since,” He whispered, kissing my forehead.

Harry handed my cone to me under the table and smirked to the camera.

We both muttered a countdown before revealing our ice cream flavors to the camera and posing for the thumbnail. Harry’s free arm was around my shoulder while mine was signing bunny ears over his head.

“Got it?” He asked through his smile.

“One more,” I said, leaning over to kiss his cheek for a backup picture. “Okay, we’re gonna eat our ice cream then back on the road.”

I reached for the camera to turn it off, but still picked up Harry whispering, “Can you send me those pictures?”

“Of course, cutie.”

Harry was pumping gas at our second pit spot with not many cars in our presence, which was nice. I leaned over the console to record him on that side of the car. He was holding the pump with one hand while the other sat in his hoodie pocket.

“Why does he look like he just got through a rough breakup? Look at his face,” I giggled, zooming in on his frown. He swayed slowly as he stared at the number of gallons filling the car.

Dustin was standing outside with him, sniffing the ground around our station. Harry had his leash locked so he couldn’t go too far because he was a very adventurous puppy.

I rolled down the drivers seat window and yelled, “Hey kid, turn that frown upside down. It’s a beautiful day!” Harry glanced over at me, confusedly. “You just looked sad so I thought I’d cheer you up,” I shrugged, zooming in closer on his face.

“Kiss me then,” he said simply.

“I can’t, I have a boyfriend,” I huffed, “anything else?”

“Make out?” He tilted his head, giving the machine another look and realizing we were full so he took the pump out of the car.

I shook my head, “No, I can’t. Something else?”

Harry grabbed Dustin and set him up in the backseat again. He clipped him to his booster seat and fluffed up his pillow, along with tossing him a new bone to chew on.

I put the camera back on the dashboard as we were all back in frame. “Armpit pics?” Harry suggested with a sly smirk. I jerked my head back, widening my eyes at him. He immediately burst into laughter from my reaction and reached up to brush his fingers across my chin. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It’s confirmed, Harry Stylus Pen has an armpit fetish, who knew?” I shrugged at the camera and leaned into my seat. Harry got back in the drivers seat and buckled in. “I didn’t know you were so scandalous, cutie. I don’t know if we can go on with this,” I gasped, patting his thigh.

Harry didn’t respond, but had giggled under his breath and grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers. I wanted to edge him into a banter but decided to leave it at that. I sighed and turned the music back on as he pulled out of the gas station.

“Alright, last two hours and ya girl is driving the boatmobile now,” I whispered and waved at the camera with one hand on the wheel. “My cutie is asleep so I’ve been listening to Disney music without having any complaints.”

Harry tried to stay awake but I could see it in his eyes that he couldn’t fight it any longer. I just let him sleep, even though he was going to mad at me later for it. He needed it and was stubborn to take the opportunity while I was driving so I had classical music playing until his eyes shut themselves.

Dustin was awake though, playing with his bone and aggressively tearing up his stuffed toy with no mercy. I watched him through the rear view mirror and smiled widely. “You’re so mean, Dusty-bear. Why are you hurting Mr. Fox? You guys just met.”

His eyes lit up from the sound of his name. I reached my hand back to blindly find his head to brush gentle strokes.

Harry quietly moaned in his reclined back seat, tossing to the other side, facing me. I pulled my hand from Dustin to Harry’s hair, running my fingers through his tight curls. He hummed in satisfaction and leaned into my gesture.

“He’s so pretty,” I whispered a squeal, not wanting to wake him up as he was a light sleeper. I could never sneak to the bathroom if he fell asleep during a movie because he’d pop up and interrogate where I was going.

“I’ll see you guys when we get to the beach house and are settled in. Love ya,” I mouthed with a short wave.

I pulled the camera from my chest to our faces with big smiles. Dustin was in Harry’s arm with just as big of a smile.

“We made it!” Both Harry and I exclaimed, spinning around.

“So, we’ve been here for about four hours and just finished unpacking and I took a quick nap while he did some grocery shopping and took Dustin for a walk. But now, it’s around six so we wanted to head to the beach—“

“Correction, you wanted to go to the beach now, even though we have four days to do so.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m excited, sorry,” with a shrug. “Anyways, we’re gonna change and head down there. See you guys in a bit.” I held the camera in Harry’s face as he smiled awkwardly.

“Bye,” he waved. I zoomed into his chest until the screen faded to black.

I was taken aback when he suddenly took my hand and twirled me around before grabbing my waist to catch me. It was always a struggle to stay on two feet when on the uneven sand.

He let go of my waist so I could walk over to the camera and pick it up. I raised in high so my head and his whole body behind me was in frame. He threw up a peace sign before waving.

"Unfortunately, this camera isn't waterproof, so I won't be taking it in the water with us. But we won't be out there for long because it's getting late and we do have multiple days to come back here,” I explained. Dustin ran over and I turned the camera to him. “Ready to swim, bubs?”

"I know he's just happy to be here," Harry said, laughing at Dustin's zoomies around our setup. He had been running around since the moment we arrived.

“See you guys soon.”

Harry and I were on the couch, tired smiles on our lips as we snuggled together under a knitted blanket.

“We’re back and had so much fun. The water was so nice,” I sighed. “We were there for about and an hour and a half before it started getting cold, so we came back, showered, and now about to watch a movie before bed.”

Harry nodded, “Our first sleepover in a while. We’re even wearing matching pajamas.”

“That is true, actually.” I lifted the camera farther away from us as Harry swiftly pulled the blanket off our bodies to reveal our legs tangled together. We were both in purple pajama sets, but I was also in Harry’s hoodie. “Couples who match together, stay together,” I snorted.

We posed for another picture that I’d add to the thumbnail before tossing the blanket over us again and bringing the camera closer. “Dustin already claimed our bed so we were kicked to the couch,” Harry added.

“Yeah, this is our bed for the next four days,” I glanced at him. “But at least we’re together.” Harry smiled and kissed my cheek.

Right as I was about to speak again, a loud yawn left his throat. I rolled my lips inward and waited for him to finish. “Sorry,” He snickered.

“Anyways, that is all for today’s video. I hope you guys enjoyed and I will see you again soon. Say bye, cutie.”

“Night everyone,” Harry waved.

“Goodnight, love ya!”

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