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kisses4hannii · 7 months

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Hugs with Skz 🤍

❥ sorry for no update for so long recovering from my surgery was tough, but I’m better now 🤗 anyways, enjoy beautiful people

Stray Kids x Reader

(Established relationship! no gender specified)

Read warnings: none :]

Word count: 2.3K about 288 words per member

NOT PROOF READ !

Ageless/blank/minors please DNI !! I cannot express this enough even if my work isn’t adult content 🙏

Chan, hugs with Chan would feel like drinking a warm drink on a cold snowy winter morning.. nice, warm and comforting, the ones that make you wanna lay in bed all day. He would hug you with his entire being, you’re having a bad day? He’s gonna hug you. You just received good news? He’s gonna go in for the hug. Now I do really think he would love hugs even more if he was the one receiving them as well. One morning you’d wake up in bed alone only to find him doing something in the kitchen. He wouldn’t be aware of your presence until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle and a body pressing into his own. He’d smile and hide his face with one hand. The love he feels for you already overwhelming his senses and the day has barely even started!

He’d also melt into the couch if you sprawled on top of him while he was relaxing. Coming home from the studio he was surprised to find the house empty. He figured you must still be working as he sent you a quick text saying he was home. He decided to settle down on the couch after washing up and changing into a comfy pair of clothes. Not know how much time has passed the front door opened and closed. A few seconds passed before he saw your figure appear in front of him as you flopped onto him. He would greet you with a small quiet “long day?” And you would only groan in response and nuzzle your face further into his neck as his arms wrapped around you in a long comforting hug.

Lee Know, Lee Know would hug you from behind. I feel like he wouldn’t really give you an opportunity to hug him first. It’s almost as if he knows that you’re gonna hug him when you approach him. But you’re not complaining and a hug is a hug. You would lean into him as he gently rocked you two with a gentle kiss to the top of your head. One of the only times you’d be able to catch him off guard is when he’s tired. For instance he could be standing in the kitchen late at night staring off into space after getting some water. You would slowly creep up to him trying your best not to make any noise. He would let out a startled noise when you pounced on him. He would lean his entire body weight into you catching you off guard sending you both crashing into the kitchen floor. You would groan and weakly whine out his name from underneath him as he sleepily giggled.

Cooking with Lino was always fun, as most of the time it would end up with you sitting at the bar and him doing the cooking, but this time he was behind you guiding you through the recipe. You excitedly bounced your way into the kitchen with Minho right behind you. You expected him to tell you to sit down as he got started. You were a bit confused when he made his way behind you but flushed when he pulled you back into him by your middle. He wouldn’t let go of you the entire time as he guided your every movement hand and arms on top of your own, your back flush with his chest. While you didn’t think it was going to well Minho seemed to have all the confidence in you even if he was guiding you like a puppet through it. It’s moments like those that make Minho not want to let go of you ever.

Changbin, hugs with changbin would also be warm and comforting, but I can see them happening during times of joy. He would be ranting you about his new concept for an upcoming comeback when you all of sudden found yourself wrapped around him. He would stop and probably giggle a little asking where the sudden physical affection is coming from. You would start to feel shy and a bit embarrassed making a move to pull away. Bin would quickly pull you back into him whining about how he was just surprised reciprocating your hug. After that hug bin turned into an absolute baby for your hugs. He’s the type to whine when you two are not touching in any sort of way at all times. Sulking in the practice room while the others are starting to get fed up saying something along the lines of “you literally just saw them.” But of course the others would never understand how much you mean to him.

He especially loves coming home and you’re already asleep curled up in his bed. He’d quickly wash up eager to get into bed with you. Gently sliding beside you, he would wrap his arm around your middle. Holding in his coo as he felt you place your own hands on the arm he wrapped around you and push yourself closer to his chest. Waking up next to him would be in a similar position, just with him being pressed to your chest. And as long as you’re still sleeping when he wakes up he is not going anywhere. He is absolutely infatuated with you and wouldn’t change a single day with you.

Hyunjin, Hyunjin gives off quick gentle hug vibes.. I can’t explain it, but he just seems like the person who favors kisses over hugs so his hugs are always cut short. As you know he’s a busy man so he’d rather leave you with a short hug and a meaningful peck before he’s out the door. He’d hug you before before he’d leave for schedules and after he comes back. He would hug you when you woke up and before you went to bed. In short he hugs you a lot. The amount makes up for the shortness of it all. Now if he’s painting or sketching he absolutely loves when you drape your arms over his shoulders loosely wrapping around them and resting your chin atop his head. He would hum in appreciation with your gentle approach. No words would be exchanged as you watched from above as he moved his hand across whatever surface was in front of him.

A cool breeze made it’s way into the bedroom as Hyunjin joined you in the bathroom for your morning routine. He gently pull you into his side for a quick squeeze before releasing you and joining in brushing his teeth. This was a special morning where he didn’t need to be rushing out of house as soon as he awoke, so when he was finished in the bathroom he waited outside in the bedroom for you. He knew you were starting to get tired of his constant short hugs so he decided to indulge you just this once in a longer warmer hug. Walking out of the bathroom you were instantly enveloped in Hyunjin. You stood confused for a couple seconds but once you realized what was happening you were quick to put your arms back around him. Small tears gathered in your eyes as you realized how hectic everything has been lately. You and Hyunjin both didn’t realize how needed a long hug was until now, and you’d happily stay in your lovers arms forever.

Han, a lot of people see Han as the type of partner to be clingy and always wanting physical affection, not that I also don’t think that, but I also like to think he only likes to show it in the comfort of his own home. Where no one will judge him for being to touchy or clingy with his partner. Another late night kitchen hugger. All it would take was a look from one of you before you both found yourselves in the gentle embrace. He found peace in you and always looked forward to coming home to you after a long day at the company. You two would be completely flush, leaving no room for oxygen to flow between your bodies. Faces hidden in each others neck or shoulder as you just basked in the presence of the other. Enjoying the time you had alone with absolutely no worries or doubts that some one must be doing something wrong.

It was easy to fall sleepy in Hans embrace. You’d catch yourself dozing off in the middle of kitchen with him holding you up. Not that he minds, he loves how comfortable you are around him. You’d both be slowly moving around the kitchen before he caught your arm and dragged you into him. Seeing you really is his favorite time of the day. He knows that he can hug you for as long as he wants without you getting upset with him, without it feeling rushed or watched. He loves when you rake your fingers through the back of his hair, when you softly start to massage at his shoulders. All of the days tension and stress melts off him just by looking at you.

Felix, he hugs you anywhere and everywhere, from behind, from the front, from the sides. He loves when your sitting down because then he just plop his head in your lap and wrap his arms around you keeping you from moving. He loves going shopping with you because then he can wrap his arm around your middle and keep you close to him. He loves when you approach him because then he can wrap around you from the front smothering you with him. He just loves hugs and loves you and you aren’t complaining.

Felix loves shopping with you, he’d probably say it’s his favorite thing ever. He would go store to store with his arm wrapped around your middle because how can he not show you affection when you’re right next to him. He’d only let you go when you wanted to try on clothes after arguing that he should go into the fitting room with you. He would awkwardly stand off to the side waiting for you to either come out and show him or come out and be done. You didn’t have a lot of clothes to try on and the store seemed pretty busy so you didn’t want to hold any other shoppers up. You came out of the fitting room a little pouty because non of the clothes looked how you imagined they would look on you. Felix in response would giggle and tell you that it was ok and you’d try the next store. Your arms would be slightly lifted from your sides just knowing and waiting for his soft touch. You softly smiled as you felt the familiar touch and you started to wonder if Felix even knew about his constant embrace or not. You’d never complain though, it was something you loved about him.

Seungmin, very similar to Han when it comes to only showing physical touch in privacy. Of course in public he would hold your hand if you wanted to, but he would never hug you as to him it was a private showcase of love. At first you thought he was embarrassed to be seen with you, but he quickly reassured you that he just doesn’t feel comfortable showing much physical affection in public. Even in the privacy of your own home he wouldn’t hug you that much. He would gently squeeze you before he left to do schedules but most of the time he chose to show affection in soft touches.

You always hated when Seungmin had to leave for work, it always seemed like it was all day and the time you had together was spent sleeping. But you knew that he couldn’t help it so you got used to the house being empty of him. Of course before he would leave you would wake up much to his disapproval. Most of the time you’d catch him right before he was out the door putting on his shoes. He’d head you coming looking up and seeing you sleepy tumbling around the hallway in his direction. His gaze would soften as he opened his arms for the hug he knew was coming. He would rightly bound you in his arms and squeeze. You just recently started squeezing him back and he loved every second of it. Gently rocking you two in a circle he would release you with one quick squeeze and a kiss in your forehead before promised to be home later and walking out the door.

Jeongin, even though he doesn’t like physical affection all that much, hugs with Jeongin would only happen when you two are cuddling. On the couch, the floor, in bed. To him it feels for meaningful and personal. He wants them to be long, he prefers showing his love for you in ways that last longer than a couple minutes. He’d prefer to be wrapped up in your hold it comforts him in a way.

Laying down on the couch Jeongin was quick to join climbing on top of you. Resting his head in the crook of your neck your arms would come up to rub his back. He released a loud sigh as you felt him start to relax. And at this point you knew it had been a long day for him and expected him to fall asleep sooner rather than later. His hands would come up underneath you and hold onto your shoulders so they weren’t awkwardly sitting at his sides. No words would be exchanged between the two as your hands roamed up to his hair, slowly carding through and detangling it as you went. You knew he fell asleep when soft snores started to escape him. Moving back down to wrap around his back you’d find yourself nodding off not long after.

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Ahhh it’s finally finished, this has been in the works for awhile but I’ve been mostly asleep or in to much pain to finish 😭 I’m sorry if any of the members feel rushed I added bits and pieces for the past month, but I already have another work in process so you won’t have to wait another month 😊 and reblogs/feedback would be much appreciated.

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mvltisstuff · 9 months

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Hi, how are you?

Could you make a request for Evan Buckley please.

The request would be based on the Big Time Rush song - Next step.

From Buck's perspective where he is discovering his feelings for his new "friend".

Until Athena says "if you don't do anything about it. Someone much smarter than you will come along and you'll see her holding hands with that person."

🙈 ✨😊 I love what you write. I send you many hugs from afar 🤗

next step - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i’m loving the btr songs love 😘 i’ve never done a pov for buck so this is my attempt ;)

every person in my life has left and taken their love with it. abby dropped me, completely changing locations and almost forgetting my heart and i back in los angeles. after tons of weight on my leg, aly just added more by breaking up with me. i kind of understand, sometimes a guy like me carries too much baggage in my line of work.

even growing up, my parents figured i could love myself. it was never my fault, but it felt like it was for years and i had to figure it out myself.

y/n knew what i went through. she understood my life in work, but also out of work. all of my feelings were vented to her for months. every last tear came out in front of her as she cried with me, or let me cry on her shoulder. i promised myself i wouldn’t fall for her, needing a friend to be with instead of someone with benefits.

i started to think the amount of pressure i put on myself caused me to crack. i knew that the day we met at that bar, it was bound to be more. the only thing that scared me was demolishing everything i’ve put in place for us. if she didn’t feel the same, then i would’ve ruined one of my best friendships i’ve ever had.

it’s been weeks since i’ve been forced to admire her in silence. it’s been weeks since i noticed her beautiful smile and her irresistible personality. it’s also been weeks that i haven’t done a single thing about it.

even when we hang out together, it feels like there’s a bubble between us, keeping me from loving her the way i want.

i want her to be loved as much as she deserves and it has to be me. whenever i look at her or get a text from her, my heart just swells up and the beat changes patterns. she makes me feel like i’m worth it, like i’m enough in this world.

but, the bubble grew. i couldn’t be with her as much anymore. i couldn’t sit there in pain knowing i can’t tell her everything i want to say to her. the only thing on my mind is y/n. she’s nothing but a breath of fresh air through the smoke. the way her mind works and results in an alluring human being fills me with pure bliss. there’s no denying that i was lost before falling for her, but she’s a flashlight.

the teasing and jokes from my team made it near unbearable, but i managed to push them to the side. eddie heard his own deal about her from me, and then spilt it all to the rest of the 118. now, every time y/n comes around, it’s like they’re anxiously waiting for a bomb to go off. it also horrifies me, knowing that one word from them could make or break this whole thing.

i’ve waited for y/n for so long, and she’s my puzzle piece. there are so many that don’t fit, but she’s the last one that makes a perfect puzzle.

i wish i was a superhero sometimes. i wish i had the ability to look into her mind and see if she loves me back. i only have my own mind, and i just have to go off that. but every night, i pray that she wants me just as bad.

the days had felt like they became longer, each shift, each time y/n and i hung out. i had to turn y/n down tonight because i couldn’t bear to listen to her and act like i wasn’t head over heels in love with her. so instead, i was dragged over to athena’s house for dinner with the rest of my friends. i couldn’t focus on anything anyone said to me. i was just thinking about y/n, feeling like shit that i cancelled on her, but also relieved that i didn’t have to face another night of torture.

“earth to buck,” chim chimes, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. “what’s got you so lost?”

“oh, nothing,” i smile and tell him. “i just haven’t slept that much since last shift.”

“yeah, ok,” eddie chuckles and i shoot him a stare to kill. “what? it’s clear, man, what’s on your mind!”

“there is nothing on my mind!” i paint another fake grin on my face to try and change the conversation.

“am i missing something?” athena questions, coming to sit at the head of the table with a glass of wine in her hand.

“buck’s completely fallen over this girl and can’t find the guts to tell her,” hen gushes mockingly, looking up at the man through her glasses.

“oh, another!” athena teases. “tell me more.”

“it-“ i sigh. “it’s y/n.”

“you mean the one i met the other day? i could’ve guessed that.”

“what?” i ask.

“i saw it in your eyes the second that girl walked in. i haven’t seen you that enamored with someone in months and it even brought a smile to my face. so why don’t you say something?”

“because i don’t know if she feels the same way,” i complain, letting my arms fall on the table.

“you’ll be regretting it, though,” she tells me as i give her a look of confusion. “one day, she’ll find someone smarter than you. you’ll see her holding hands with him and not with you because he wasn’t afraid.”

the thought of y/n with another man makes me want to never leave the house again. if i ever saw someone holding her hand and it wasn’t mine, i can’t even predict how i’d act. no one gets me the way she does, and i’m afraid no one ever will. that’s why i’m afraid, i realized.

“you feel alive with her?” athena asks me.

“of course i do, more than i have with anyone else.”

“then what the hell are you waiting for?” she smirks, patting my shoulder. “get out of my house! go find that girl and don’t come back until you have her.”

i look around the table, getting glances from everyone and quick encouraging ‘go!’s. i push the seat out from under me, scoop my keys up in my hand and run out to my car. i’m not wasting another minute that this girl is not mine.

i repeat athena’s words in my head, picturing someone better than me with her. her smile, her laugh, while mine disappear without her. if her life begins with someone new, mine will end. i can’t back out now, and the words need to come out before i scare myself again.

i storm up y/n’s front steps, knocking on the door in a little melody so she knows that it’s me. i tap my foot on the ground nervously while i wait for her to pull open the door. the second she does, she says, “buck! hey-“

“i love you,” i say, breathless. “i can’t pretend that i’m not anymore because you are my person, and i can’t let someone else say it before me. you make me feel extraordinary, and i don’t know many people who can do that.”

i pause, taking a minute to collect myself as y/n stares into my eyes. i admire the color in her eyes, and even though she looks casual, she looks as pretty as ever.

“s-sorry,” i nervously say and laugh. “shit, that was a lot, but i couldn’t string myself along.” i look at her parted lips, her hair blowing in the light gusts of wind in the night. i take in every part of her and not one goes unloved by me.

“i’ve been falling for you for weeks,” she murmurs, making me step closer to her. “you’re one of the best people to come into my life. i’ve made some pretty bad choices, but you were the best one.”

all of her words touch my heart, wrapping herself around my finger. you never realize how fast someone can become your whole world until you truly want them to be. i walk closer to her again, putting my hand out as she makes contact with it.

“can i kiss you?” i ask as she nods, pulling me into her as she connects her lips with mine. her lips are soft and she tastes sweet. her comforting smell fills my nose as her lips mesh perfectly in mine. she took slow breaths, savoring every part of the kiss she could. i swear to god, i could climb every mountain and swim every ocean. just the feeling of being able to call her mine makes my heart jump. i pull myself away from her slowly, smiling on her lips before. i have a soft hold on her arms as she beams up at me from her doorstep.

“i knew we were bound to happen the day you stepped into that bar,” y/n speaks softly, her delicate voice and stirring sentence leaves me knowing she’s the one for me.

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simpinberry · 1 year

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¡¡¡Hola!!! Me encanta tu escritura 😍 Me preguntaba si puedo pedir un Bella Ramsey x fem! Reader headcanons donde Bella está celosa, gracias 🤗🤗 Espero que entiendas lo que escribí ya que el inglés no es mi primer idioma

Hello!!! I love your writing 😍 I was wondering if I can order a Bella Ramsey x fem! Reader headcanons where Bella is jealous, thank you 🤗🤗 I hope you understand what I wrote since English is not my first language

guysss heyyy!! sorry i’ve been gone for so long, life has been a bitch recently but i’m back!! here to feed you some very needed fluffy and spicy bella content. i’m trying out a new style of writing and i had a lot of fun with it. I didn’t proof read it at all so my bad for spelling mistakes teehee i’ll fix it later. love youu<33 have a good day gays<3

picture this: You and Bella just got back from the gym. They surprised you by picking you up from class since they had some free time and “missed you”. They were perfectly normal when they saw you at first, leaning against the door frame and waving over at you. You jump up a little in excitement and tell her your just getting your bag and saying goodbye to your friends. When you got back to them, their energy seemed to have changed and you couldn’t understand what could’ve happened in 2 minutes but you decide to brush it off.

You guys grabbed some dinner and snacks from the grocery store and headed home. Bella was unusually quiet on the drive home, only mumbling the lyrics to a few songs and only asked you about your day once. Strange because she usually goes on and on, asking about little details.

You arrive home and bolt to the kitchen to heat up the food because you are truly starving. That class was hard and you were ready to eat. Bella follows you in, placing herself down on a chair at the dining table, blanking out and staring at the ground. You call for her a few times and they don’t answer. You place down the plates on the table and call her again, this time lifting her head with ur index finger.

She stares up at you with big brown puppy eyes and a stubborn pout on their lips. “What’s up my big baby?” you coo at her. She dodges your touch and lets out a whiny hmm. She’s gonna be stubborn about it, of course she is. Letting out a sigh you place yourself down on her lap, straddling her and bringing your arms around their neck. She finally looks up at you and eagerly pulls you into a long, more intense than usual kiss.

“darlin, you wanna tell me what’s going on?” you say pulling away from the heated kiss.

“Uh, it’s just that em, God this is so dumb. Okayy, yk Jenna? From your boxing classes? It’s just like she’s too friendly with you… Like bro relax she’s mine. She’s just too forward and touchy with you, i saw the way they looked at u when you said goodbye” They let out a groan and cover their face.

“Wait a minute, are you…. jealous?” you ask with a smirk.

“No.”

“Bella.”

“Ughhh, whatever. So what if i’m a little jealous okay? ehhh i mean you’re my girlfriend and she’s gotta learn that,” they pause, taking a deep breath. “I just don’t like it okay….makes me feel bad”.

You notice she’s a lot more upset than you expected and realise she just needs your reassurance. To your surprise she pulls your waist into her and wraps her arms fully around you into a tight hug. They’re so cute when they get like this, you think to yourself.

Pulling away from the hug you immediately attack her face with kisses, making sure to get every inch and not miss a single spot. This sends Bella into a cute fit of giggles. Their laugh is genuine music to your ears and you feel proud you’re able to cheer her up a bit. You finish off by trailing their face with longer, softer and delicate kisses.

Once you reach her lips you pull them into a long deep kiss. Bella is an emotional kisser and this kiss was no exception.

This unsurprisingly leads to a makeout session. Bella roaming her hands whenever she pleases in a territorial way while you take turns tugging and playing with their hair. Time doesn’t feel real as you both spill soft and sweet moans into each others mouth. Sooner or later you both gotta pull back for some air though. You finish off the kiss by pulling away slowly, biting her lip softly, letting it bounce back into place. Bella rests her forehead on yours, panting a little.

“i love you, a lot. I’m all yours darling,” you speak up. Bella replies with quick soft nods. “plus if it makes you feel any better, i rlly don’t like jenna, she talks too much about herself”

“iiii love u too ig and i’m all yours too or whatever” she jokes, rolling their eyes.

“wait is that why you picked me up today??” Oh boy let the teasing begin.

hehehehehehe i also think that bella would be incredibly immature and funny when she’s jealous. she’s definitely not the angry or mean jealous that’s for sure but she will stomp her feet and act like a 5 year old.

It’s been a rare warm and sunny day and you’re chilling at bellas house after you guys took her dog out on walk. Their bed is placed against the window and there’s a cooling breeze pushing through the white curtains. You’re sitting on bellas bed with your legs crisscrossed, scrolling through your phone. Bella is sprawled out opposite to you, reading off her kindle.

With a loud sigh, her kindle falls onto their chest and looks up at you. You’re practically glued to your phone and she wants you to be glued to her.

“Babbeeee” they say, using her foot to nudge your stomach. Yet, you pay her no mind and continue scrolling through TikTok.

Suddenly, you let out the most uncontrollable laugh ever, throwing ur head back and hitting it against the bed frame. “owwwwww motherfuckerr,” you yell out in pain.

“That’s what u getttt for ignoring me” she teases.

“Pffttt i wasn’t doing that” you reply.

“Blehhh i wasn’t doing that,” they respond, mocking you. “whatever, what was the video?”

“Ha ha, very funny, it’s just a tiktok mar sent me” you say snarking back.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“No it’s just that i see, you’re ignoring me for some girl, huh, i see how it is. Clearly you don’t love me anymore.” she pouts, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

“Babe that’s not tru-“ you try to plead your case.

“NOOO IIII SEE HOW IT IS. REALLY. THATS FINE.” They shout in an over exaggerated posh British accent.

At this point, you’re done with their shit and decided to go along with this little bit of theirs. Letting yourself fall forward, you plop down next to bella now levelled with her face. For extra effect you decide to straddle her, placing yourself on top of her.

“oh c’mon now don’t be such a baby” you tease causing them to brush deeply.

“um, uhh don’t be such a baby, don’t you have other bitches you need to be texting rn or something??”

“Isabella may ramsey.”

Her eyes widen at the sudden calling of their full name, knowing you only use it when you’re being stern. She locks your legs together, swiftly swinging their body over yours, pining you down.

“oh is that how we’re play it?”

“yes. yes you jealous baby.”

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staygoldwriting · 2 years

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Candy Grams

Summary: Valentine’s Day is coming up, and Eddie isn’t buying into it

Warnings: fake gagging, pouty Eddie, mentions of Lord of the Rings characters; otherwise, it’s my usual fluff :)

Word count: ~1.5k

A/N: The reader is in high school, a member of Hellfire, and 18! This also avoids the ST4 plotline because we need happiness, haha! I hope you enjoy this fic 🤗

As the cheerleaders and their sporty boyfriends kissed and cuddled with each other in the lunchroom, Eddie made fake gagging noises.

“Valentine’s Day,” he groaned. “The worst day of the year. And it’s not even here yet!” he yelled, spreading his arms.

“Yeah, if it’s this bad today, think how bad it’ll be on Friday,” Mike tried to add. Eddie glared at him, making Mike double over and concentrate on his sandwich.

“I know Valentine’s Day is a drag, Eddie, but maybe you’ll be surprised this year!” Dustin tried to encourage. “It’s also a good day to show love to your friends--”

More groans from Eddie.

“Or, subjects?” Dustin shrugged. Eddie chuckled in spite of himself.

“Oh, Henderson, the spell of love truly has a tight grip on you,” he squinted, landing a heavy hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “I feel bad for you.”

“Suzie’s great, and I think one day, you’ll find your Suzie! Just wait!”

“Ugh, Dustin, why are you talking about Suzie again?” you complained as you arrived at the table. You sat next to him, taking his extra chocolate milk. “This is payment,” you said, waving it in front of him.

“I’ll accept,” he smiled. “And we were just talking about Valentine’s Day and how Eddie’s going to find his own Suzie one day.”

“Eddie, why not celebrate your friends?” you asked, taking a bite of your sandwich. “That’s what I do every year.”

“I don’t have any friends,” Eddie pouted. You reached across Dustin to poke Eddie.

“Hey! I’m your friend,” you said seriously.

“Yeah yeah,” Eddie sighed.

He looked in the opposite direction, not wanting to meet your eyes. Your posture sunk, and you poked at your macaroni. Dustin saw you and nudged you a bit, making you smile, but you still felt sad. You always wanted to share your love with others, especially Eddie, but he always pushed you away. You didn’t know why, but it never stopped you before. Maybe it was time you ought to stop.

“I’m gonna go,” you said slowly. “I have to talk to Mrs. Jacobs about something.”

You got up quietly as Dustin opened his mouth to protest, but you held a silent hand up. He cocked his head to the side in sadness as you shook your head, telling him not to worry. Gathering your lunch, you walked towards the cafeteria doors.

“Y/N!”

You looked to see Chrissy Cunningham bob in your direction, a chipper and cheery smile across her face. You stopped, smiling at her.

“Hi, Chrissy. What’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to say hi and ask if you’re okay cuz you kinda look glum,” she said and you nodded, crinkling your nose. She clicked her tongue and gave you a hug, which you accepted. As she pulled away, she reached into her backpack to grab a little clipboard.

“The other thing I wanted to mention is that I’m helping sell candy grams for this year’s student government Valentine’s Day fundraiser. Do you wanna buy any?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” you smiled softly.

“Okay, great! Just let me know who you want to send one to and if you want to add a message. They’re only a dollar.”

“Sounds good!” you said as you pulled out a ten dollar bill. “I usually buy for the whole Hellfire Club… can you send one to Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, and Lucas Sinclair, freshman class? And then one to Gareth Williams, Sebastian Brown, and Jeff Thompson in senior class, and all of them with the message, ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, my favorite freak’? It’s an inside joke,” you explained as Chrissy laughed awkwardly.

“I understand!” she chirped. “Anyone else?”

“Well, you of course,” you smiled brightly, and Chrissy returned it.

“Aw, thank you!” she said.

“Oh! And Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley, please. Can you write ‘You’re my favorite Wheeler’ on Nancy’s and ‘I go buck wild for you’ on Robin’s?”

“Haha, sure!” Chrissy giggled. “Looks like you have one dollar left! Do you want one for Eddie?”

You looked over at Eddie, who was still pouting. You looked back at Chrissy, who saw your lovesick look and quietly nodded. She touched your arm lightly.

“Get back to me.”

🖤

Valentine’s Day had finally come, and as you arrived at school, you saw extravagant displays of love (and unfortunately, PDA). Walking through the halls, your eyes were drawn to shiny heart balloons and pink streamers, and the couples who had obviously been waiting for this day forever.

Classes proceeded as normal. The teachers weren’t big fans of the theatrics, so Valentine exchanges happened only at the beginning of class. No candy could be consumed, and definitely no couples could sit and stare at each other instead of doing their work. As the day dragged on, the couples became sappier, and you were exhausted. You were at least looking forward to lunch with the anti-romantic Eddie. You didn’t want any more frills.

As you walked into the cafeteria, the boys waved you over. Their smiling faces made you feel happy, remembering how much you love celebrating this day with your friends. You sat down between Dustin and Eddie, and the former pulled a little pink bag out of his backpack.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N!” he beamed, handing you the gift.

“Aw, Dustin! Thank you so much,” you said, giving him a hug. You opened the bag to see a handmade card, some fresh cookies, no doubt made by Mrs. Henderson, and a little teddy bear holding a heart with “You’re my bear-st friend!” embroidered on it.

“I hope you like it,” he said. “My mom made snickerdoodles for everyone.”

“It’s all amazing, thanks again Dustin,” you smiled.

You looked over at Eddie, who was quietly eating one of his cookies. You nudged him with your elbow.

“Hey,” you said quietly.

“Hey,” he breathed quickly, bouncing his knee.

“You okay?” you asked, concerned. “Today’s a lot, I know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, turning away from you.

The same sinking feeling you had on Monday returned. You were thinking about leaving, but, as if on cue, Chrissy floated in, smiling brightly. She had a gaggle of cheerleaders behind her, all with baskets full of candy grams.

“Candy gram delivery!” she sang, holding up her basket.

The cheerleaders split up and began distributing the candy grams. Most of them went by table, their baskets likely organized by cliques. Chrissy skipped over to your table.

“Hi you guys!” she beamed. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

All of the boys except Eddie, who just nodded in her general direction, smiled and wished Chrissy a Happy Valentine’s Day. You gave her a small hug and a card you made her.

“Thanks, Y/N! Okay, here we go,” she said, going through her basket.

“Gareth, here you go, and Lucas you have two! Sebastian and Jeff, here you go, Mike you have five!” she giggled as Mike read a mix of “love, Mom” and “love, Nancy” on his, along with your candy gram.

“Dustin, you have the record! A Miss Suzie Bingham sent you ten via air mail,” she smiled, dumping a pile in front of him, “and one from Y/N.”

“How did she know?” Dustin asked to no one in particular, then turned to you with a knowing look. You winked at him, and he smiled widely.

“Thanks, Y/N!”

“Of course, you know I believe in love, sometimes,” you chuckled, hugging him.

“Y/N, you have four,” Chrissy said, handing you a candy gram from herself, Robin, Nancy, and Lucas, all with sweet messages.

“Thanks, Lucas,” you smiled, which he returned. “Thanks, Chrissy!”

Chrissy giggled. “Thank you for mine! Oh! Wait a minute!” she said, reaching into her basket. “Looks like you have one more,” she smirked.

She handed you the last candy gram.

To Y/N, the Arwen to my Aragorn.

Your breath hitched as Chrissy looked in her basket again, handing one last candy gram to Eddie. As she turned to walk away, she winked dramatically and flipped her hair, traveling to the next table.

Eddie shoved the candy gram into his bag, face reddening.

“Aren’t you going to look to see who it’s from?” Mike asked.

“I know it’s from Y/N,” he grumbled. “Same message as the rest of yours,” he sighed, pushing his tray away.

“It’s not,” you said quietly, making him look at you.

“You didn’t send me a candy gram?”

“No, I did. It’s not the same message though,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Read it. Please.”

He reached back in and grabbed the candy gram, looking at the message.

To Eddie, my Evenstar.

He touched the message lightly with his fingers and breathed deeply. You felt your heartbeat quicken. He set it down and reached for your hand, but then hesitated, reaching for your face instead and cupping your cheek, kissing you softly on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” he said, now looking sad. “I… I didn’t think you felt the same way. That’s why I was so bitter. Chrissy wasn’t even supposed to give you the candy gram, I told her to scrap it. Now I guess I know why she didn’t,” he chuckled. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again.

“I’m glad she did. Will you be my Valentine?”

“Absolutely, my queen.”

✨ I hope you enjoyed this little story!

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nanis4thewin · 7 months

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Imma be honest…right now quackity seems like a busy man, meaning he doesn’t have so much time to spend with u so every moment u meet up with him, he makes sure he cherishes it.

very long happy and sometimes chaotic FaceTime with him while he travels

After a long week of travelling and jet lagged naps, he makes sure to give u all his attention and love

cuddling u and him ranting about how much he missed you even though you two facetime multiple times, everyday.🤷🏻‍♀️

sending each other silly pics of random things

if u know how to cook he’d beg to help you cook…and u say yes even if you have a bad feeling about it😍

ur instincts were somewhat correct and now your kitchen is messed up😭 it’s ok tho cus he helps u clean up💗

idk about u but I remember quackitys gingerbread stream with his tiger costume so just imagine that…but u two have matching onesies‼️‼️ (Yes I’m kinda in the Christmas mood already)

your gingerbread house either looks like a perfectionist made it, or it’s like a sequel to quackitys gingerbread house…

ok wait now I’m in a halloween mood

pulls up with a ridiculous costume but I feel like he would ask you to match him him during halloween

he would be very lowkey about it and hopes you say yes even though he knows your gonna say yes💀

if you and him are at the point where you’re both comfortable with sharing each other online then he’d definitely post you on his story🤗

uhhhh yah that’s all, sorry if it sounds rly clustered😭😭

quackity would ur little sad stinkin face as he gets ready to leave on a trips. Like u look like sat cat just looking at him not saying anything he’d just be like “🥲”. When he comes from trips he ALWAYS tries to give u his attention even if u dont ask for it.

defiantly he thinks u look so pretty on the computer laptop if u use a laptop <3 sososososo maybe pictures of u 2 doing dumb faces or sometimes when one of u guys say something weird. u guys make a ‘😟’ face. and alex would take a picture of it, and when u guys text and u say something rather concearing, he’e send that picture of u making that ‘😟’ face. Like using u as a reaction meme

this is how i’d imagine ur messages together <3 he’d totally want u to send him pictures of u, so he can see u everyday he’s gone.

if u cook with him on a stream or something. U’ll be doing all the cooking. Alex would just being watching say “look what i did guys!” while ur working ur butt off as alex just said “I made that :D!”

he’d think u look adorable in ur onesie. If u have s little tail on ur butt, he would tug on it , amd then giggling when ur like “WHAT THE HECK?!”. He would hug u around ur shoulders from the back because he liked to the the fluffiness of the onesie (and he likes hugs)

HE’D SHOWED UP IN THIS AND THE CONVO BETWEEN U GUYS WOULD GO LIKE

quackity:do u like my costume

you: yea its cute

quackity:…u know i have another one in the room if u like it so much 😚😚

and you’re like “jm good thanks 😙”. he wouldn’t ask u directly to put on the costume but small things he does woukd kinda make it obvio.”hey look! this couple did matching costumes! aha…. u know maybe we can do that to 🫣🫣🫣”

#quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity #elquackity #el quackity #quackity fanfic #alex quackity

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 10 months

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Hi! How are you?

So, I’m kinda new to the fandom and I have a lot to catch up on. I watched s1 just last week and now I’m loving all the promo pics and clips we are getting for s2!! However, I’m a bit confused about one bit and I thought I could ask here if you don’t mind.

What confuses me is Gabriel and his fantastic line “You know what it’s like when you don’t know anything at all and yet you’re totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?”

I know everyone (including me) is freaking out because Aziraphale obviously thinks of Crowley as that particular person AND I LOVE THAT Neil if you don’t give us the bookshop date extended scene i swear.

But Gabriel is saying that to refer to his own situation, so who is the particular person he’s referring to? The most obvious answer would be that he’s referring to Aziraphale. Gabriel is lost, he doesn’t know who he is or what is going on, and he goes to Aziraphale just because it seems like the right thing to do (even if he doesn’t know why that is the right thing to do).

But for some reason that phrase seems too deep for me to be just that. Besides, what would be the reason why Gabriel thinks of Aziraphale as such a person? If he doesn’t remember anything, what is that draws him to him? Do all angels have a special connection maybe? Lol.

Anyway, I know we all have access to the same material and therefore no one will certainly know until July 28th. I ask because I think that maybe the fandom with a bit more of experience may have a different and better explanation for this.

If you got here, thank you for bearing with my thoughts! Also, please feel free to ignore the ask if nothing of this makes sense.

Sending hugs 🤗

Hiya! :) Welcome to the fandom! :) ❤ Based on what I've seen in the trailers it seems to me that Gabriel truly means Aziraphale - tho we don't know why.. for finding if it true and what it all means we will have to, as Neil would say, wait and see :D ❤

#gos2 #ask

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fluffytriceratops · 6 months

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GOOD LORD PLS IF YOU DRAW IT LMK BECAUSE ILL DIE (but only if you want and can at the moment, we put OURSELVES FIRST ALWAYS 💅🏼💅🏼💅🏼)

Your wish is my command~~ @emmyrosee 🤗

It took longer than I care to admit lol and this is my first time drawing Bo, but I think it came out pretty well!

I definitely needed an excuse to draw one of the haikyuu boys and just to draw something in general cuz it’s been a while haha.

Anyway— I hope you enjoy it Emmy!! 👁️👄👁️👌✨

Thank you sm for the idea!!! 🖤

Happy late Halloween everyone! Definitely expect more haikyuu content from me, in images/headcanons and drawings!

My ask box/requests are still open, so if you’re interested, please check out the rules in my pinned post before requesting!

Love you! I’m sending all the virtual hugs! Have a wonderful day/night!!

— LF / Fluffy. <3

xox

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littleststarfighter · 7 months

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Hi! I'm pretty new to using Tumblr for anything other than favoriting fanart haha, so I apologize if this is not the right place for this. I just wanted to tell you that your art is AMAZING--like, seriously SO gorgeous. I came across it through the Kylux fandom, and although there are tons of very talented artists out there, I would be lying if I didn't say you were my favorite. Every time I see a link to one of your pieces in a fic, I know I'm going to love it. I'm a fan of more realistic styles of art (just my personal preference), and yours is not only so detailed and beautifully colored, but it always captures the emotions of the characters so well--their body language, their expressions, their affection.

I've been trying to get better at actually telling authors/artists when I love their work instead of just hitting the like/kudos button, so I apologize that this is like a year overdue from when I first came across your stuff, but better late than never, I supposed haha. I could go on, but suffice it to say that you are SO talented and I am truly grateful for all the obvious effort you put into the pieces you've done. They are absolutely appreciated :).

Hello ♥ Oh please don't apologise. It’s perfectly the right place for it, and it’s getting messages like yours that makes an artist's day. Well it certainly made mine. I could send you so many hugs right now but I don't want to smother 💕🤗 I’m chuffed to bits that you like my kylux work. I shared the ship with so many talented people who kept me drawing everyday. I miss the fandom and the people in it, but well, I never say goodbye to any fandom and may visit it anytime. I miss drawing the Lads. And I’m very happy you like my more realistic work. I’ve had so much hate in the past over it that anyone who likes my style really just brings out the joy in me. I love drawing people and capturing how they look. Even if it's hard and even if sometimes I don't quite get it right. I just love trying to capture what makes them, them! in my eyes.

Again no apologies and many thanks and hugs ♥

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rosicheeks · 9 months

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I hope you’re doing good.

I miss you.

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mickeym4ndy · 16 days

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Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday☘️

(It’s technically almost Friday here lol. Sorry I’m late this week has been absolutely insane)

thanks for the tags lovelies!! @sgtmickeyslaughter @iansw0rld @mickittotheman @sleepyheadgallavich

Name: Tee

Age: 25

Location: Ireland

And now...

Latest music discovery: not rly a discovery but I’ve only just started listening to Chapell Roan

Latest movie: i haven’t had time to sit down to watch a movie in so long, probably anyone but you which was a major let down

Last TV show you finished: Big Mood!! So so good, it’s on channel 4 if ur Ireland/uk

Most recently started book: haven’t had time to read anything besides academic articles and fics in so long. Once I’m finished grad school in summer though I wanna get back into it bc me & my friend are gonna do a book club so send any recs pls x

Most recent trip out of town: Went home for Easter❤️

Most recent trip out of the country: Spain last summer!

Most recent gift you made to yourself: I did treat myself to a takeaway tonight

Most recent gift you made to someone else: the shoes I got for my brother

Most recent text message you received: jokes in the siblings group chat

Most recent text message you sent: "I don’t get it" (^I didn’t get the joke bc I haven’t seen dune yet lol)

Last fic you read: ‘both sides now’ by @sgtmickeyslaughter and ‘motherhood and what comes of it’ by @em-harlsnow (both so good!!)

Last drink you had: water. wild

Last thing you ate: a spice bag lol. Idk if anyone outside of Ireland will know what that is

Latest piece of clothing you bought: vintage denim jacket!! I love it sm

Latest piece of advice you received: idk about advice but my professor told me I was a good presenter today

Latest piece of advice you gave: telling my friend he didn’t need to decide his career right now and that he could just live his life and see what happens

Latest thing you promised yourself: that I was never gonna pull an all nighter to get something done again because I stayed up for 38 hours straight this week and felt like I wasn’t in my body during a class lol (we’ll see how well I do on this one)

super late so I’m skipping the tags bc I think most people already have been but here is me giving u all a big hug🤗

#weekly tag wednesday #tag game

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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All we’d ever need (Part 12)

Tommy Shelby x reader

Thank you so much for your patience!! I feel knocked down but good thing is I had this part almost complete :) also, we are almost reaching the end of this story, only a couple of chapters left, thank you for the wonderful ride!

🌷And special thanks to @lyarr24 for sending this idea, I’ve been loving to write!

🌼So I was thinking how it could be a good idea to request a couple of people on here if I could share a poem of their own as part of the poems Tommy gives Y/N, this one here belongs to @seleneshelby thank you so much for sharing your poems!!

✨Another special thank you to @thesoldiersminute for the contribution on this part (and some previous) gifs! I love it that you always get the right idea of what I’m looking for!🤗🙌🏻

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Taking the notebook and pen in his hands, Tommy leaned against the headboard in bed. Looking at his side, Y/N was sleeping peacefully, one of her hands around her belly, protecting their baby even in her sleep. They stayed up late talking about their future, about his past, it was easy to talk to her about the shocking things he went through during the war, somehow, she made him feel comfortable enough to talk about the things no one else knew of him.

He just needed to finish a couple of things first, then he would make everything in his power to make things right.

You love

You’ve brought me a ray of sunshine when I’ve seen storms.

You brought me hugs when I shed tears. You brought me happiness when pain overcomes me. You brought me a loving heart when my heart was broken by lies.

Y/N sighed in her sleep and kicked the sheets, leaving one of her legs out, it was funny she did that to “keep the balance between the heat and cold in her body”. The first time he covered her leg, she woke up saying she was hot and wanted to open the windows.

You brought me a healing hand that took my scars of war away. You brought me never ending love that will last forever.

The smell of tobacco woke her up, looking at Tommy, he was focused writing something, the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

“Is that for me?” Y/N asked in a soft tone, trying to catch a glimpse of his handwriting.

Covering his own words, embarrassed that she found him writing. It was easier to hide the poems and walk out. “No…”

“Can I see?” Placing her hand over his arm, he covered her eyes playfully with his palm.

That love is you and our baby.

He signed the poem and closed the notebook Y/N gave him. Then, he opened his arm for Y/N to get close to his body. “You can see it once I’m gone.”

“The sickness is gone.”

“I’ve noticed… you started eating better.” Kissing her temple gently, Tommy tried to get up from the bed, but Y/N stopped him.

“Can you stay for a little while?”

Leaning back again, he admitted to himself he would do anything she wanted. Anything for their baby. He wrapped his arms around her enjoying the quiet moment for a little longer, wondering how he could make it last forever.

They’ve been following all the orders they got from the doctors, he just wanted his baby to be healthy. Walking to the wardrobe, he caught Y/N staring at him through the mirror.

“Can I get you anything?” Tommy chuckled lighting a cigarette.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I was just watching what’s mine.” She stated while he started to get ready.

“Are you sure this is alright?” He sighed and walked towards the bed, the tie hanging undone from his neck. The rest of the house was quiet at the time.

“For the tenth time, going to New Market is the only way to keep you out of trouble, have a look on the horse, but only Hope.” Y/N asked giving him the look.

“Just stay out of trouble Tommy.” Moss had warned him in the dark street. “I can’t tell you anything else, go outside the city, have an alibi.”

“If I stay here…-”

“The cops watching the house that are working with Campbell will come for you, Tommy.” Y/N took both ends of the tie and started making the knot for him. It was past midnight, the only time he could get out of Ada’s house without being noticed, since the men that Campbell had usually fell asleep. “Be careful with the drive, say hi to Hope from me…”

Adjusting the knot, Y/N smoothed the neck of his shirt.

It must be hard for her to send him over to May’s.

“You don’t have to worry about anything.” He assured her, keeping her hands on his chest.

“I know, it’s just…”

Tommy lifted her chin, to look at her straight to the eyes.

“I’m letting May know… about us, there’s no point to wait until the races.”

“You will break her heart Tommy, she has the power to make your horse lose.”

“I don’t care, I can’t keep flirting with her on the phone to keep her interest, making her believe I want something with her.” His thumb moved in tender circles on her bump. “It’s not fair for you.”

“Can’t believe I’m going to say this, but just keep it going for a little while, you’re just pretending to flirt after all.”

“You’re not jealous?” He asked with a playful smile.

“Maybe a little…” Her lips found his and in a tender motion she breathed in the tobacco in his mouth, Tommy had been smocking from the minute he woke up. “Tommy Shelby is a decent man after all.” Y/N smirked.

“I am.” He flicked his finger at her nose and stole a deep kiss before disappearing of the room. The house felt silent again and Y/N could only hope that the idea of sending Tommy straight into May wouldn’t end up in a mess. She felt bad for doing that, but having Tommy around would be worse.

One of her hands wrapped tightly around the black Madonna and the evil eye protection necklace around her neck, the other one was caressing her baby inside of her.

***

Tommy was used to people mocking about his gypsy roots, he didn’t care anymore. But he did enjoy pointing out their mistakes and outsmarting them. Just like Mick, who was trying hard to protect May, he just didn’t know yet if it was out of love or as a father figure.

“The last time you were here you left without saying goodbye.” May tried to brush her fingers against his as they walked side by side.

“Sorry about that, I remembered I had an appointment early the following day.”

May walked in front of him to stop him, placing her hands on his chest, she leaned forwards to find his lips. Instinctively, Tommy moved his head backwards, surprised by her move.

Pressing his hands a little tighter on her arms, he stopped May right before their lips touched.

“People can see, May.” Clearing his throat, he looked at her hurt expression by his rejection. “It wouldn’t look professional.” He tried to explain so it wouldn’t sound so evident that he didn’t want to kiss her.

“The maids asked if I wanted the fire in the guest room to be lighted… but I said only one.”

He didn’t tell her right there he wasn’t staying that night either, but he would sneakily get out of it. He was waiting for a call.

Resuming their walk to the house, he offered her a glass of whiskey.

“There’s a phone call madam.” The maid announced.

“I’ll take it in the drawing room.” May answered.

“It’s for Mr. Shelby.”

Y/N suggested Ada would call him to May’s phone line to give him the perfect excuse to leave, she would pretend feeling sick but he knew Y/N and their baby was alright.

Tommy looked at May, who motioned for him to go ahead.

“Tommy, where are you? There’s fucking trouble down here.” Ada’s voice was visibly shaky and worried. “Michael, God… apparently he caused trouble at the Marquis pub, Polly says the coopers took him from her house last night and she’s a crying mess, she’s drinking.”

Fuck. He needed to understand what was happening, this wasn’t part of the plan.

Tommy saw May by the corner looking at him.

“And Y/N’s so bloody calm it’s stressing me more. She shouldn’t be going through this kind of things right now, Tommy.” She whispered in an angry tone. “What the fuck are you doing at May’s house?!” He sighed, couldn’t explain over the phone.

“It’s alright Ada, I’ll go over there and take care of it.” He could hear her rambling before he hang up.

“Everything alright?”

Tommy shook his head. “My sister says there’s trouble back home, my cousin got drunk and started a fight in a pub… a little miss understanding but he’s arrested.” He hid his hands inside the pockets of his trousers.

“Perfect timing.” She sighed raising her eyebrows. “So, you won’t be staying over?”

“No, I need to get Michael out of jail.” He opened the door, and stopped when May spoke again. He looked away.

“When are you coming back?”

“Next week.”

“I can’t wait for the races to be over.” The hint about them was evident in her tone.

Tommy didn’t reply anything else.

“Ada, it’s me… tell me what happened.” He called from a pay phone once he left May’s house.

“They took Arthur to jail because apparently he killed a man.” His sister announced historically.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He banged the shelf below the phone. Wishing he heard the wrong thing.

“Did you spend the night over there?”

He knew something like this would happen, that’s why Alfie had asked explicitly it was Arthur going to Candem town and not him. And Moss warned him to stay away.

“I’m on my way, don’t go anywhere.”

“Tommy!”

“Ada, calm the fuck down.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down when our people are going to jail, they can hang Arthur!”

“I didn’t spend the night at New Market, I left your house before the sunrise. Now pass Y/N the phone.” He ordered.

The was a little noise and mumbles he couldn’t understand, until her voice filled his senses.

“Tommy did you know this would happen?”

“Are you alright, love?”

“Yes, don’t worry we’re fine, nothing happened here, what’s going on?”

“Ask Gloria to load the gun, she’ll know what to do.” The second time around he hired a maid for his aunt’s house, he had been more sceptic and carefully checked her and her family’s background before hiring her, she was the widow of a man who served with him in France and she knew about weapons. She was loyal too. Now she was responsible to protect Y/N as well.

“Tommy.”

“Love, listen to me Campbell is attacking from different sides, do as I say.”

“Promise me everything will be alright, Tommy.” He could hear the worry in her voice.

“Stay at Polly’s house, keep her away from the booze, I will stop by later.”

“Polly’s gone.” He heard Ada announce in the background.

Y/N gasped, her godmother was in a bad state, nothing seemed to calm her.

“Y/N don’t go out, I’ll find Polly.” Leaning against the phone box, he closed his eyes, imagining her smile. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Tommy.”

He tried to sound calm so he wouldn’t get her worried, but inside Tommy felt the anger about to explode.

As he walked outside the church he started the engine of his car, angrier than before. The fucker dared to threaten Ada and Y/N saying he knew they were living at Primrose Hill at the moment, the coopers knew but they were supposed to be on his side, that was it for Tommy, if he didn’t leave the church, he would end up killing Campbell right there with his bare hands.

Fucking Campbell had his foot on his throat, but he wouldn’t back down, not to him, not to anyone else. Coming after his family was a low blow, and he would make that bastard pay for it.

If he wanted to play this game, he would show him how to play.

After getting rid of Lizzie, he needed a moment to calm down, he needed to think, to focus, but the phone kept ringing.

“I need a fucking whiskey.” Lizzie announced while she poured a glass. “Do you want some?” She asked Esme. “I swear he’s just insufferable sometimes, especially when he’s all altered.”

“Who?” Esme looked at her, she seemed to want to chat today.

“Tommy, of course, I was just trying to explain to him Michael’s situation and he just shuts the door in your face.”

“I’ll ask him if he wants me to keep Y/N company.” She jumped from the kitchen table.

“Polly’s driving me crazy, she wants to see Michael.” John announced entering the room.

Esme’s eyes were on Lizzie. She knew they wanted to get married before she entered the Shelby’s picture. There was one time when Lizzie got drunk and told everybody how she got to fuck two out of four Shelby brothers.

“John go give this to your aunt.” She poured some tea to help her calm her nerves. But before he could go, Esme pulled him for a passionate kiss, taking him by surprise. Lizzie looked away from them.

Once he was out of sight, she stared at Lizzie. Not wanting to leave the two of them alone.

But before she could knock on Tommy’s door, she heard him talking on the phone.

“Grace, this is not a good time.” He remained quiet for a few seconds. “No, it’s fine. It’s alright.”

Esme opened her eyes wide, a hand clasped over her mouth. He was talking to Grace?!

“Yes… we’ll meet.” She heard him reply back.

This couldn’t be happening!

“Grace there are some things I have to do first.”

Fuming, she walked back into the betting shop. Not fully believing what she just heard. Tommy fucking Shelby would be meeting with that bitch! Behind Y/N’s back. Oh, the balls of that man to even dare to talk to her… should she tell Y/N about it? Question him about it?

****

Tommy was relieved by seeing Polly there at the betting shop, but her desperation would only make everything worse. She stormed out carrying out Finn with her, he would get Michael out of prison of course, but he needed to think of a way to solve everything else first. This was just a little warn Campbell set up, he was tightening the knot around his neck to get a reaction. He needed to outsmart that fucking inspector.

As John pointed out the damage, he decided to accept Esme’s offer, Lee’s men would be helpful while the peaky boys were out, he needed people, he knew he should accept as much help as he could get at the moment. As soon as his brother went to get the car, Esme charged against him.

“Once your brother’s out of prison, perhaps you should go France, is the new place for us they say, then you go south, Saintes-Maries… where the Black Madonna is.” Tommy looked at her. “They still let you get lost there.” He could see the anger in her eyes.

Tommy stared at her, her tone bothered him. “I’ve been to France, Esme. So has John.” She didn’t look away from him. “Now get your coat and go with your husband.” Moving his hand up, he took her by the cheeks. “If you ever talk about getting lost again, I’ll cut you… from this family.”

So he thought he could fool everyone? Lie to Y/N? Looking from side to side, Esme asked: “What family?”

****

Next part

We’ve a couple of chapters left! 😉 thank you for reading!

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princessconsuela120 · 5 months

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the fall match up is pretty cool :33

but for me can it be southpark ty 🤗

zodiac: scorpio

personality: childish, dirty minded, quiet

Details: can't take anything seriously, horrible at emotions 🤷🏾‍♀️ loves music and gets no sleep whatsoever

PRINCESSCONSUELA’S FALLFEST EVENT🍂🧣🎃🍃

🍂 - Fall Matchup: Send in a few details about yourself, looks wise, personality wise, zodiac sign, hobbies and so on, and if you want add a preferred fandom as well. I will match you up with someone from my fic list and write a short Drabble to go with it!

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Ask and you shall receive! Sorry this took so long, I hope it does you justice! I’m all for the opposites attract trope, and based off your description I think this would be perfect. I feel like this would be a sarcastic witty duo that would play out PERFECTLY. I hope you enjoy!

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3AM IN THE MORNING, THAT WAS THE CURRENT TIME. Not that you were keeping track or anything, or that you've gotten to the point where each star sticker on your ceiling was another second you would count, but you had come to the realization that morning would be here soon. You weren't even sure if you could call it morning…wouldn't you need sleep for that?

You contemplated calling Kyle, maybe a total of ten different times that you picked up the phone before setting it back down and accepting the defeat. It was sort of crazy, the way your relationship worked. Almost polar opposites to a tee, minus the fact that you loved each other. Kyle was the type of boy who had a whole nighttime routine, and never missed his 10:00 bedtime that he administered himself. You however, tended to ignore the rules of science and see how long your brain could function on no sleep, being solely fueled by Tweek’s parents coffee.

Now, you knew you weren't sure if your dreariness was making this up, but you could have sworn you could hear the creaking of the old wooden floors outside your door. It must have just been your sleep paralysis demon coming to let you know school was upon you.

“Go away Phill, I'm not in the mood.” You yelled towards the door, Phill being what you named said sleep paralysis demon. You two had had far too many encounters to keep referring to it as a demon.

“Dang, not only did you get my name wrong but you told me to leave before you even tried the cup of tea I made you.” Kyle whispered, quietly pulling the door closed behind him to not disturb your parents. You quickly sat up from your bed, smiling widely at the ginger haired boy in front of you as you rushed to hug him.

“Careful, you dont wanna spill this, it's hot.” He teased, pulling away as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“What are you doing here? It's three in the morning?” You asked, following as Kyle pulled you gently to sit next to him on your bed, handing you the mug of sleepytime tea he had brewed for you and taking a sip.

“Well, you know what they say, you can't fall asleep if someones thinking about you.” You looked at him confused.

“No, I didn't know they said that…who says that?” He shook his head, chuckling lightly at your cluelessness as he squeezed your hands.

“You know what? It doesn't matter. What does matter is that I am here, and we still have 4 more hours til you need to wake up for school.” he lectured, snuggling into bed as you finished off the tea, cuddling up to his side.

“Its-” you were cut off as you yawned, snuggling your head in the crook of his neck. “It's no use, I'm not tired.” you grumbled, slurring your words as you suddenly felt sleep wash over you the second Kyle began combing his fingers through your hair. He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he kissed your head.

“Oh yeah?” he asked cockily, and you barely could answer with the immediate sleepiness you felt.

“Hmm.” you replied, burying your face into his chest as you soon began to let out soft snores. Kyle chuckled lightly, careful not to disturb you as you slept.

“Not tired huh?” he mumbled teasingly, kissing your head before letting himself drift off to sleep with you.

Okay, now maybe there were some instances where you could sleep. Instances where the child inside you felt safe and warm. Instances where your heart felt so full, you had to sleep off the weight it held in your chest. Instances where you couldn't help but be so in love, that you needed to fall asleep just so you could dream about Kyle. Especially when he played with your hair. The next morning you'd wake up and swear he put sleeping pills in your tea, but deep down you knew. You knew that the child inside you felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms.

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#kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle brovlofski imagine #princessconsuelasfallfestevent2023

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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Cherry, baby! Hi!

How are you, honeybun? I hope you’re doing well and feeling good about yourself! How’s work going for you? Are you finished for the day?

Tell me about your day, my love. I’d love to hear about it. 🤗

I always love seeing your notifs pop up on my screen. I always think ‘oh, my sweet girl is putting someone in their place again, yay! 🥰’ only think that sometimes bby, don’t worry

On a real note, tell me what you did today, sweetheart!

Hugs, kisses, and love mi cielo! 🫶😚❤️

~Berri

my sweet loveeee, hello!!! 🥹🥹🩷🩷 it’s always a great day when I see you in my inbox.

I’m doing amazing! I’ve finished up work for the night, it was pretty good. now I’m working on some assignments. I’ve been working on rehabbing my leg and I practiced driving again today so that was nice! Other than that, I just relaxed and worked on some fics! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

I swear I’m always in some nonsense on here every other day (sorry you had to see that 😭😭😭) but thank you, sweetheart. I really do appreciate you.

how about you though, my dear?? I was just thinking about you last night. I hope that you’re having a good week so far also. Anything exciting going on?? I wanna hear all about your day as well!! I hope you’re taking care of yourself and doing nice things. Sending you tons of love and kisses also. 🥰🥰☺️☺️🤍🤍

#cherry’s asks 🍒#cherry’s sweetpeas 🍒🌷#my berri bear 🎀🐻

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staygoldwriting · 1 year

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🦃 A Very Henderson Thanksgiving

Summary: Your meddling little brother, Dustin, sends out last-minute Thanksgiving invitations 😉

Warnings: fluff, Henderson!reader x Eddie and Steve (Cousin Buckley style)

Word count: ~1.9k

A/N: Yes, I can’t help myself, our bickering boys are back 😂 I wanted this fic to be funny and lighthearted, so I hope you enjoy! As always, please show love and support 🤗 I’m a little early, but Happy Thanksgiving, you guys!! I’m thankful for all of you ❤️✨

“Dustin! I need you, you told me you’d be over here in five minutes and it’s been almost half an hour!” you yelled.

“Sorry, sorry!” Dustin sputtered out.

“Don’t worry about it, just start mashing the potatoes please,” you said, handing him the pot. “Why have you been staring out the window all this time, who in the world are you expecting? Isn’t Suzie in Oklahoma or something?”

“No, she’s actually from Utah, for your information,” Dustin defended.

“So, what were you doing?” you asked, growing more entertained.

“Um, don’t worry about it, just normal last-minute preparations,” Dustin said, looking very guiltily at the potatoes. You took the masher from his hands and stared at him.

“Tell me.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to worr-”

“Tell me.”

“It can’t be undone, I already invited them!”

“Them? Who’s them? Oh gosh, Dustin, did you invite all your little friends? Sooner or later, you guys are gonna have to learn the concept of overstaying your welcome, especially when it’s Thanksgiving and Mom’s not even here!”

“Oh, no, it’s not them,” Dustin replied. “They’re… your age,” he tried to say innocently.

“Dustin Michael Henderson, what have you done?” you whispered in horror.

“Trying to help cure your loneliness?” he shrugged.

“Dustin!”

You lunged at Dustin when the doorbell rang, and Dustin smiled guiltily, trying his best to cheer you up. You sighed loudly at him, throwing the towel down. Dustin reached over and moved a few strands of hair out of your face, then untied your apron.

“Now, don’t you look beautiful!” he grinned, making you grimace more. “Lipstick?” he said as he pulled one of your lipsticks out of his pocket. You snatched it, groaning as you put a little on, walking to the door.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” you heard as you opened the door, but only saw a massive bouquet of flowers.

“Wow, talking flowers,” you said humorlessly. Dustin ran and grabbed the bouquet, revealing Steve Harrington behind it.

“Hey there, Y/N/N. Looking gorgeous as always.”

“You’ve got to be joking me. Hey, Steve,” you sighed as you lightly hugged him, patting his back. You and Steve knew each other in high school, and you eventually grew to tolerate him after he befriended your brother, but you were never close. That didn’t stop you, however, from finding him insanely attractive.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked with concern.

“My brother’s meddling. Come on in.”

“So, wait, you didn’t invite me?” he asked, confused.

“No, I did not,” you said, turning to Dustin with a death stare.

“But she wants you here, don’t you, Y/N/N?” Dustin egged on.

“It’s fine,” you said shortly, going back to the oven to check on the turkey, but you stopped when you heard the doorbell ring again. You stood up slowly, glaring at your little brother.

“Better go get that,” he chuckled nervously.

“I’m giving your bike to charity,” you threatened, walking to the door again.

“Who else did you invite, Henderson?” Steve asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dustin said quickly.

“Well, whoever it is, they better not get in the way of my moves,” Steve jokingly warned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Harrington.”

Eddie Munson stood in the doorframe as you walked past, giving Dustin a “who the heck is this guy?” look. Steve’s face went pale.

“Munson,” he said shortly.

“Hey there, big boy,” Eddie chuckled. “Hey, Henderson. Thanks for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome, Eddie,” Dustin said slowly. “This is my sister, she’s usually in a better mood, but the stress of the cooking has gotten to her a bit,” he said, pushing you towards Eddie.

“Actually, it’s the stress of being blindsided, mixed with having such an unapologetically embarrassing little brother,” you said, pursing your lips. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said, turning to Eddie and offering your hand. He took it in both of his and smiled warmly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, you’re a saint for putting up with that kid,” he said, making you smile.

“Finally, someone gets it,” you teased, making Eddie laugh. “Come sit down, Eddie.”

“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?” he asked, taking his jacket off.

“Oh, you’re so sweet to ask, I-”

“I can help too,” Steve interrupted.

“O-kay. Um, Steve, why don’t you help Dustin with the mashed potatoes? Eddie-”

“I’ve got it, Y/N, maybe Steve can help you with the turkey?”

“I can help with the turkey!” Eddie said enthusiastically.

“She asked me,” Steve said, bumping Eddie with his elbow.

“Actually, Dustin volunteered you, but Y/N still has to choose,” Eddie replied.

“Why do I feel like I’m getting deja vu,” you said quietly. “Okay, you know what, everyone will be responsible for a different thing. Dustin, stay with the potatoes. Steve, can you please make the yams? Eddie, I left some things on the table for setting, can you help with that please? Since we have more guests than I expected,” you said, glaring at Dustin, “you’ll have to grab a few extra things from the cupboard on the left.”

Everyone split up and started performing their duties. Steve stood close to you, occasionally throwing smug looks at Eddie, arranging marshmallows in concentric circles. Soon enough, he was done, and he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to move so he could put the dish in the oven. After he closed it, he grabbed the bag of marshmallows and wiggled his eyebrows, holding one close to your mouth. You rolled your eyes and fought a smile as he gently placed one in your mouth.

“Will you toss one in my mouth?” he asked, handing you the bag.

“Sure, but I’m a terrible shot,” you warned, aiming for Steve’s mouth, the marshmallow bouncing off his forehead instead.

“You have to move with the mallow, Harrington,” Eddie sighed. “Here, try me,” he said, opening his mouth. You tossed a marshmallow, and Eddie moved to the side quickly, catching it in his mouth.

“Well done!” you giggled, clapping for Eddie as he dramatically bowed.

“Thank you, thank you,” he said regally. “As a side note, can I get your opinion on the table please? I want to make sure I did it right,” he said sweetly.

“I have no doubt you did, but let’s go check it out,” you smiled, putting your arm around his waist. Eddie looked back at Steve, sticking his tongue out.

“Everything looks great, thank you so much, Eddie!” you said, rubbing his arm. “This is much better than what I had planned.”

“Thank you, Y/N!” Eddie said loudly, making Steve scowl, “But I’m sure your plan would have been wonderful too.”

“It’s missing something though,” Steve said, wiggling between you two and placing a pie in the center of the table.

“Oh my gosh, Steve, did you make that yourself?”

“Sure did, my special pumpkin pie,” he replied, winking at a now-frowning Eddie.

“Dustin brought a piece home last year and I practically fought him for the rest after he let me taste it,” you gasped. “Thank you so much, Steve, really!”

“Anytime,” he smirked, then hugged you.

“Okay, I’m going to change, but can you boys start placing everything on the table? Eddie, I trust you that you’ll place it perfectly,” you blushed lightly.

“Of course, it would be an honor!” Eddie joked, bowing.

“Anything for you,” Steve winked, making you blush more but roll your eyes.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back,” you said quickly, then rushed up to your room.

“Okay, Henderson, what the heck?” Steve snapped.

“What?”

“Come on, man, you know what,” Eddie sighed. “You invited both of us over, saying you wanted to set us up with your sister, and what do you expect now, some sort of competition?”

“Yeah, I’m not up for that, man,” Steve said, crossing his arms. “Even though I’d win.”

“You would not!” Eddie argued. “Did you see how she reacted to my table? And she can actually stomach looking at me,” he smirked.

“She actually finds Steve really cute,” Dustin said matter-of-factly.

“How do you know that?” Steve asked.

“I read her diary,” Dustin shrugged.

“Oh, dude, that’s just wrong,” Eddie said. “And why would you invite me if you know she thinks Steve is cute?”

“I don’t know, she doesn’t like his personality much, I think,” Dustin replied nonchalantly.

“What’s wrong with my personality?” Steve said, offended.

“It’s not mine, for one. I think she likes my personality,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

“Well, I think she’d look better with me,” Steve said plainly.

“She’s beautiful, she’d look good with anyone!” Eddie exclaimed.

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Steve smiled, softening and looking at Eddie.

“Yeah, she is. I’m surprised you’ve never made a move before,” Eddie said.

“She won’t let me, I’m too much of a jerk.”

“Aw, come on man, you’re not a jerk,” Eddie said, patting Steve’s back.

“Thanks, Munson, I needed to hear that,” Steve sighed, throwing an arm around Eddie. “And hey, you’re not a freak, I don’t know why I’ve said that in the past. You’re a good guy, Y/N would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, she’d be lucky to have you too,” Eddie smiled.

“Hello!” Dustin yelled. “You’re supposed to be at each other’s throats right now! Fight! Bicker! Steal the seat next to her! Insult each other, throw the other under the bus! Eddie, Steve drools when he sleeps!”

“How do you know that?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, that’s pretty weird, man,” Eddie agreed.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter! Steve, Eddie is scared of Kermit the Frog!”

“Oh, yeah, he’s a freaky little guy for sure, I get it,” Steve said, and Eddie nodded solemnly.

“Oh my gosh! That’s it!” Dustin screeched.

“What’s it?” you asked from the staircase, giggling at how exasperated Dustin was. You were wearing a burgundy dress, and currently, all eyes were on you.

“You look beautiful,” Eddie breathed out, making you blush.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Steve said.

“Yes, yes, she looks fine, but who’s going to fight and win her heart?” Dustin pleaded.

“I don’t want to speak for Y/N, so stop me if I’m wrong, but if she hasn’t fallen for me after all these years, and also based on how she’s been looking at Munson-” Steve glanced over at you to check if he was on the right track, and you nodded sympathetically, “I think it’s pretty clear I should stick around as a friend.”

“I’d like that very much,” you smiled.

“And if it’s alright, I’d like to stay too,” Eddie added, “But Y/N, I’d really like to see you again, maybe in a more one-on-one situation.”

“I’d like that too,” you blushed. All three of you looked at Dustin, who was starting to look sorry and defeated.

“I’m sorry for meddling in your love lives and playing with your emotions,” he said mechanically, like he had done this many times before, which he had.

“It’s all good, I mean, after all, it is Thanksgiving!” Eddie smiled, pulling Dustin in for a hug.

“Yeah, I guess I’m thankful for you or whatever,” Steve said, joining the hug.

“I’m thankful for all of you guys,” you said, embracing them.

“Okay, enough of this sappy after-school special,” Steve said, pulling away. “Let’s eat!”

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prolix-yuy · 2 years

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So I was having a watching music videos but doing stuff around the house day today.. And one of my comfort/childhood Trace Adkins songs came on.. It was Swing ( I know I'm an odd one for it being a childhood song, my mom raised me on his music and just all around more adult music.. 😆 ) Anywaysssss! It made an idea pop into my head cause I subconsciously have been on the look out for ideas to send ya after you posted your last part to the wonderful Frankie story saying you were open to ideas and such. 🤗💞

Enough of my rambling, on to the actual idea.. 😆🤣🏃💨

So maybe since they are in full cuteness of being a relationship, that Frankie would want to teach reader how to do something he loves doing.. And or her doing the same with Frankie.. 🤔🤔 Since their lives are definitely officially merging together now ( in the cutest way cause they are couple goals,lol). 💞🤗

Idk why watching/listening to swing made that kind of idea pop into my head, but it did.. 🤣🤷‍♀️

You can have full ideas of all of it, whatever kinda active they wanna teach,etc.. 💞 I just had some of small baking ingredients to gift you if you wanted to make the meal.. 😆💞 idek where that analogy came from but oh well, lmao.

But I hope your day/week has been amazingggg! 💗🤗 And no worries whatsoever if this idea does not work with you, etc. Just wanted to pass an idea on if you wanted it. 💞😊

Comfort hugs and extra sending of loveeee if you are in need of them. 💞🤗😘 ( Adorable handsome Mr. Pascal and Morales to make you smile maybe too) 💞🤗

You just unlocked a bunch of foundational memories with this ask! I grew up listening to a lot of Grateful Dead and bluegrass music (thanks Dad), so I know what you mean when your childhood songs don’t line up perfectly with when you were a kid.

Hmm, Frankie or Ms J teaching each other things…

I was trying to think of what might come up here. Frankie has a lot of interesting talents (that Ms J has definitely been privy to). But then I was contemplating your musical inspiration…and I remembered Pedro is going to play Joel in The Last of Us…and I figured out where this should go. If you’ve played The Last of Us 2, you’ll recognize a bit of where I’m pulling this from.

This one got away from me a little bit, I hope you enjoy!

Takes place after Something More.

Future Days

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Summary: What have Frankie or Ms J taught each other?

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, past Sex Worker!Frankie, watch me make up shit about sex work, The TF boys being too fun for their own good, Santi singing needs its own warning, descriptions of male and female bodies, breast play, unprotected PiV sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), some minor cum play if you squint, me only knowing the smallest amount about playing guitar.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

It was at another one of the Miller’s barbecues, much later in the summer when the oppressive heat of the day kept everyone in lightweight clothes and the night brought out camping blankets, that Frankie found out you still had your share of surprises.

The sun had set, leaving you around “another fuckin’ great bonfire” according to Benny, when Santi disappeared into the house. When he returned with a shit-eating grin and a guitar in one hand, everyone but you groaned.

“Santi, if we have to listen to your caterwauling one more time, I’m going to put that guitar right into the fire,” Will complained, though it sounds good-natured. Santi scoffs and sits in the chair next to yours, giving you his full attention since no one else seems to want it.

“Don’t listen to them, they’re just jealous I’ve got an instant in with the ladies,” he whispers, strumming a few chords and raising an eyebrow at you. You smirk and nod, feigning an impressed expression as he prepares to serenade all of the grimacing boys. Frankie is walking back to sit on your other side, placing a fresh Corona in your hand.

You push the lime through the tight neck of the bottle as Santi does a not-half-bad rendition of “Dancing in the Moonlight,” which despite their moans gets the boys’ toes tapping. Santi’s voice is clear and lifts on the breeze, a light vibrato on held notes and breathy exhales on the low dips. He’s all smiles and winking at everyone watching, just as engaging a performer as a singer. His energy is infectious; you even join in on the verses, Will adding an overly high falsetto at times that makes you all laugh. He’s warmed up to you more over time, growing from the silent brother to your favorite person to confide in when the party gets rowdy. Silent smiles and rolled eyes are your language.

Santi waves his hands for a smattering of applause, yours the loudest. He dips his head in mock modesty.

“I’m glad someone here appreciates my musical talent,” he jokes, and you try your hardest not to break into the silliest grin. “You enjoy the guitar too, Ms Jackson?” You nod, eyeing the mahogany curves and the onyx neck of his well-loved looking instrument. Santi notices with a sly smile.

“You ever play?” he asks, and he’s walked right into your not-so-subtle trap.

‘Yeah, I’ve dabbled,” you say, earning a surprised look from Santi and, you assume, Frankie behind your shoulder. Santi holds the guitar out to you.

“Care to grace us with a little tune?” Before you can answer Benny whoops and shouts, “Yeah Ms J, show him how it’s done!” You shake your head but take the guitar, scooting up to rest it on your knees. It’s a little bigger than the one you’re used to playing, but you adjust your position around it. Taking a peek over at Frankie, his eyes shining in the firelight, you catch a surprised smile gracing his face.

It’s exciting to think you can still surprise him.

“What would you like me to play?” you ask Santi sweetly, testing a few chords.

“Whatever inspires you, I’m beyond intrigued now,” he says, turning his chair to face you more fully. “Fish, you never told me Ms Jackson can jam.” Frankie huffs out a laugh and you beat him to an answer.

“Hasn’t come up before, Santi,” you reply coolly, looking back at Frankie and giving him a smile. He’s looking especially rumpled and adorable, barefooted in khaki shorts and a red jean jacket half hiding a tattered Fleetwood Mac t-shirt that definitely has a hole in the armpit.

“Anyway, here’s Wonderwall,” you joke, strumming the first few notes to a chorus of groans. “Ok jeez, tough crowd.” Instead you begin thumping your foot against the ground, plucking at the strings with the nimbleness of practice. You hear Will’s, “Oh shit!” from across the fire as you get through the intro and stop for two beats, all the boy’s faces breaking out in smiles as you jump into the first lines of “The Chain.”

Frankie’s bellowing cheer tells you this was a good pick. Benny and Santi start clapping along with the beat, Santi’s clear voice pairing with your airier one and adding strength to the melody. He even harmonizes with you, making your hair stand on end at the major chords. The chorus has all of the boys joining in, Frankie’s growly baritone speak-singing the lyrics next to you. Benny and Will air-drum through the interlude, you plucking through the bass section. The music peters off as you strum through the ending.

“Holy shit Ms Jackson! You’ve been holding out on me!” Santi cheers, taking the guitar from you and slapping you on the back.

“Anytime, as long as the boys don’t get tired of listening to me,” you reply. Santi slings the guitar strap over his shoulder and saunters to the other side of the fire, playing the beginning of another song that has Will and Benny practically running from him. You get up to toss out your bottle but Frankie snags you on the way by, pulling you down into his lap with a squeak. Warmth surrounds you, big arms wrapping you into Frankie’s body as he beams into your face.

“You trying to get me riled up?” he growls playfully, to which you tap him on his strong nose and weave your fingers into the base of his curls.

“I know your weaknesses, Frankie Morales,” you tease, scritching at the place on his scalp that makes his eyes close. He hums and squeezes your hips with his large hands.

“You’re gonna have to teach me that sometime,” he says, pressing a kiss at the hinge of your jaw. You sigh, giggling when you hear Will threaten, “If you sing that stupid hippo song one more time I’m going to shove that torture device so far up your ass.”

A few days later, Frankie surprises you right back.

“I would actually like to learn,” he brings up out of the blue. He’s got your feet in his lap, tucked at the end of his couch as you lounge across it. His thumb makes circles in the pad of your foot, gentle but also…nervous?

“Learn what?” you ask, sitting up to see him better. His smile is a little sheepish.

“How to play guitar,” he says a little quieter. He’s keeping his eyes trained on your feet, which makes your nose crinkle. Does he think you’d laugh at him for that? When it might be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?

“Of course, Frankie. I can dig up my old one.” The smile that creeps onto Frankie’s face settles into your heart like so many of his other emotions.

“It’s okay? I don’t want it to be a hassle,” he concedes, but you’re shaking your head and scooting closer to him.

“I would love to teach you.” Frankie scoffs for a moment, lifting his cap to comb back his hair. You grab the brim and toss it over onto his coffee table, replacing it with your fingers instead. He melts below your touch, leaning back and looking at you with that strangely sheepish expression again.

“I, um…” he starts, pausing to look in your face before continuing, “I’m not always the most…patient learner. So if it gets to be too much you just…give me a slap or something.” You hum at this admission. Frankie could be impatient in some aspects, but most times it had been to your benefit.

“We’ll have to see how good of a teacher I am,” you settle on, and Frankie’s gentle eyes couldn’t be more adoring.

Frankie was not kidding. For someone who could be so patient and take so much time in some aspects of his life, learning a new skill frustrated him to no end.

You’d started small, showing him how to hold a few major chords on the long neck of your old guitar. His hands dwarfed the wooden column, jaw clenching when his thick fingers pressed down on too many strings, dulling the note. He frequently shook his hand out, complaining of cramping. It reminded you of when you tried to learn piano, your hands too small to reach a full octave across the keys and how frustrated you were when you undershot a note that was so easy for others.

These lessons, spread out over several months and no more than a couple times a week, showed you a side of Frankie you’d never seen before. Your sweet, thoughtful boyfriend became more focused, serious as he tried to memorize progressions. His teeth clenched, mouth turned downward when he struggled, no matter how much encouragement you plied him with. Low curses lingered under his breath, and on more than one occasion you asked him if he wanted to stop.

“No,” he grunted out, dropping the guitar on the couch beside him and leaning back, hands coming up to scrub at his face. “I’m just feeling…slow. I hate feeling slow.” You took his hand in yours, massaging your thumb along the delicate muscles. It took a long time for your hand to feel comfortable on the strings too. You’re not Frankie’s therapist (his name is Ben), but when he gets quiet and tense like this you encourage him to speak those simmering feelings just to let them into the air.

“Want to tell me about it?” you ask. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t.

“Maybe I’m just an old dog who can’t learn a new trick,” he grumbled, head tilted towards the ceiling. Actively trying to relax his jaw, you continued working the tight muscles in his hand.

“If it’s not fun, you don’t have to do it,” you replied. Frankie brought his face back to yours. “It’s not a job. You’re supposed to enjoy it.” That granted you one of your favorite Frankie faces, sweet eyes and a gentle smile with a tilt of his head. It always bloomed warmth in your chest.

“How did you not give up on it?” he asked. You contemplated that, pulling your lower lip between your teeth before breaking out into a grin.

“I’ve got an idea.”

The next time Frankie sits down to practice, the defeat already in his shoulders, you place a few pieces of paper down on your coffee table. They’re chord progressions written out in your hand, no musical notes or bars. Frankie’s forehead wrinkles as he looks at them.

“You have to guess,” you say, sitting in the armchair across from him. “You know the song, but you gotta figure it out. I’ll give you a hint when you’re getting close.”

Frankie’s face smooths, a smile coming to his lips. Your excitement is thrumming in your chest. This is what he needs, a puzzle to solve, a game to play that engages both his body and his mind. He was a pilot after all, you’re surprised you didn’t think of this sooner.

He studies the chord progression, full focus on the sheet and his fingering, as he gets through your written directions slowly but accurately.

“Okay, a little faster this time,” you say, and Frankie nods with a sharpness that looks like it would be followed by a, “yes ma’am.” That flash of obedience sparks something primal and deep in you, but you push it down for another day. He stumbles, puffing little annoyed breaths out when he makes a mistake, but soon he’s getting the hand placement right, moving through the eight bars with more fluidity. His grimace starts to morph into a smile, and you look at him expectantly.

“What song is it?” you press, waiting for him to work through the chords again before he beams up at you.

“Well I guess it would be nice…” he rasps out, more speaking than singing, but you point at him and nod, “If I could touch your body, ‘cause I know not everybody has got a body like you!” You clap at his rendition of “Faith” by George Michael, strumming becoming more confident as he recognizes the rhythm and melody of the song he was unwittingly playing.

This is what finally gets Frankie excited instead of the single-minded goal to “be good” at guitar. Every little lesson is a game now, ranging from practicing the songs he enjoys playing (Faith has become a favorite) to new ones you write out for him. From “Kokomo” to “I Wanna Know What Love Is,” he’s starting to really get into the groove. You pretend not to notice that he folds up all the scraps of paper into his pocket at the end of the lesson, or the little pile on his bureau that bears your messy handwriting. Instead you start adding a little heart to every sheet.

Your favorite session by far was one where Frankie got the chords quickly, but was puzzling through what song it was. After almost ten repetitions he shakes his head with a stumped expression.

“You finally got me babe, I’ve got no idea.” You try not to break out into laughter immediately, instead nodding to play it one more time. As the cue comes, you start making a loud exaggerated saxophone noise with your mouth, air-playing it as well. Frankie’s head shoots up in surprise, then the laughter bubbles up from a chuckle to raucous hyena shrieks, your own breaking through and making you gasp for air.

“You taught me Careless Whisper?!” Frankie tries to say between frantic sips of air, putting the guitar down and flopping back on the couch. His chest shakes violently with the force of his merriment, and you crumple onto the living room floor as you try to overcome your giggle fit. As you finally get control of your diaphragm, Frankie slides off the couch and hovers over you, a halo of curls that the light seeps through.

“I love you, you know that?” he says, placing a ticklish kiss in the crook of your neck. You release another delirious giggle, your head light from lack of oxygen, as Frankie crawls over and cages you in. Your hands come up to stroke along the tight muscles on his back, his curved nose bumping against yours.

“I love you too,” you reply, lifting your chin to give him a sweet kiss that is still punctuated by a few giggles. “Love you even more if you let me get off the dirty floor.”

“It’s vacuumed, you’re fine,” Frankie mumbles into your neck, the twin brushes of his lips on your skin making you dig your fingers into his back. “Let me love on you for a little bit,” he adds, chasing the paths his lips left.

“You can love on me all you want in a more comfortable spot,” you shoot back. Frankie’s head pops up, fake contemplation on his face, before he concedes and continues his gentle worship in the softer cushions of your couch.

It was a cooler Friday afternoon, sunlight welcome on your back as you moved through your house, when Frankie surprises you yet again. He arrives at your doorstep per usual, but with two bags of groceries on a Friday afternoon. You’d both gotten out of work early, you because of a holiday, him because he asked his boss if he could leave when he was done working on his last car. Now, with a mountain of supplies you recognize but don’t understand in this context, Frankie is giving you a shy look.

“I thought I’d make you pernil for dinner,” he says, and while you’ve never heard of the dish you immediately agree to Frankie’s bashful request. He was a decent cook, whipping up quick tasty dishes when you stayed at his apartment. Your cuisines didn’t overlap at first, but you’d come to love many of the South American flavors he cooked with, and he’d treated you to many whispered, “oh shits,” at the French and Mediterranean food you were partial too.

As he chops and stirs at your kitchen island, letting you help with the prep but nothing more, he tells you this slow-roasted pork shoulder is something his mother makes only at Christmas due to the length of time it has to cook and the penchant that the young boys in the family had of barely letting it reach the table. You can understand why; the smell coming from the oven is savory, spicy, warming you all over.

“So what did you do to get the great honor of your mother’s recipe? I’m still trying to convince mine to give me a few of hers.” Frankie smirks, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with his sleeve. He’s preparing rice and pigeon peas for a side dish, and the way his arms flex as he mixes, a tiny patch of sweat at the center of his chest, makes you want to abandon this meal for other activities.

“Came back alive,” he says simply. The words drag you into the moment. You hum in acknowledgement, your finger tracing the edge of your wine glass, rubbing away the lip print on one edge.

At first, Frankie’s matter-of-fact attitude had been a little jarring, a refusal to candy-coat his experiences or the dark moments of his life. You’ve come to understand it better as his way of removing emotion from those memories. It still makes you want to hold him when he says things like that, but Frankie carries a reserve of strength beneath his frame and you respect him too much to baby him. Instead you spread out those desires into the little moments you share every day.

The shoulder needs to roast for several hours, so you retire to the living room and move to pull up something on Netflix. Maybe you can binge a few episodes of some new show as the sun starts to inch towards the horizon.

“Uh, there’s another thing,” he says, still standing in the entryway. You put your hands on your waist and cock an eyebrow at him.

“Full of surprises today, Frankie,” you tease, getting your favorite nervous tic of his. He smiles and lifts his hat, combing the hair away from his forehead before resettling it. You teased him about wearing hats in the house but he looks so damn sexy in them it’s always half-hearted.

“I’ll just…go get it,” he says, turning to leave before spinning back. “Sit in the armchair. And…don’t look just yet, it’s kind of a surprise.” Then he’s out your door and ambling to his truck. You close your eyes, trying to fight a smile and failing. Your home smells wonderful, spiced and clean with hints of Frankie caught in the couch cushions, in your clothes.

The door creaks open and you make a show of covering your eyes with your hands, grinning at Frankie’s soft chuckle. His boots thump by the door, socked feet padding over to your couch and sitting across from you. You hear a twang, familiar but not quite identifiable when you’re in darkness. Then the strum of a guitar. Your eyes fly open.

Frankie is sitting on the edge of your couch, a new guitar more suited for his frame resting on his lap. The wood is dark walnut along the curves, lightening to amber around the strings. His head is turned down, brim of the cap hiding his eyes and nose, but his lips, those wonderful lips, are still visible as he plucks out the first few notes and chords.

“If I ever were to lose you, I'd surely lose myself. Everything I have found dear I've not found by myself. Try and sometimes you'll succeed To make this man of me. All my stolen missing parts I've no need for anymore.”

You can barely move, afraid to break the spell of Frankie’s large hands wrapped around the neck of the guitar, fingers that frustrated him before now plucking nimbly, if not a little messily, at the strings. His voice is far-off thunder, half still in his chest like he’s afraid to be louder. Your hands are clasped in your lap, eyes shining at your beautiful boyfriend showing you how hard he’s worked to play this for you.

The lyrics keep flowing, the melody pausing sometimes when a particularly tricky part comes. He pushes through it, his head still downturned. It’s probably for the best because you can feel tears starting to dampen your lashes.

“I believe And I believe 'cause I can see Our future days Days of you and me.”

You’re crying to Pearl Jam being sung by the most gorgeous man you’ve ever had the chance to love and he’s rumbling the lyrics out so softly but each digs into your chest and makes a home there.

“All the promises at sundown I've meant them like the rest. All the demons used to come 'round, I'm grateful now they've left.”

You hear Frankie’s throat bob with a swallow, taking an extra measure to get to the last verse.

“So persistent in my ways. Hey angel, I am here to stay. No resistance, no alarms. Please, this is just too good to be gone.”

You know there’s a final verse lingering behind Frankie’s lips, but you stand and wrap your hand around the neck of the guitar, pulling it from his hands as he finally turns his head to look up at you. Your hands fly with frenetic energy, placing the guitar by the end of the couch, knocking Frankie’s cap off his head, and putting both hands on his face to capture him in a kiss. He lets out a surprised grunt that you swallow, pushing him back as you straddle his lap. You card your fingers through his soft curls, stroke your thumb along his scruffy jaw, and devour his mouth. Arms wrapping around you, he pulls you tight as he returns your heated kiss, dragging his tongue against yours, licking into all the little places that make you moan. His hands fist into the fabric of your shirt as he pants below you.

“Love you,” you gasp out, letting your lips part just enough to say it. “Love you so much, Frankie.” You feel a tear slip out, curving down to the corner of your mouth where Frankie kisses it away.

“You liked it?” he whispers, making you nod furiously, your noses bumping. “I’m still a little slow but…” You silence him with another kiss, settling your body tight against Frankie’s lap as he shifts his hips up to slot between your thighs.

“It was perfect,” you say, pulling back enough to look at Frankie’s dazed face. You let your fingers dance over his lips, soft and wet from your frenzied advance. He sees the trail of the tear down your cheek and wipes it away, cupping the side of your face with his warm palm. Tracing the edge of his beard, the dark crescents of his eyebrows, the proud line of his nose, you press back against his mouth with sweeter, slower movements this time.

Frankie indulges you in languid slips against his tongue, one hand splayed on your lower back, the other cupping the back of your head. Suddenly your head is spinning, your back coming down on the couch as Frankie flips you. He sits back on his knees, fingers making quick work of the button-up you hadn’t changed out of yet. Once he’s popped every button open and bared your chest to his hungry eyes he folds over you, dragging his lips against the hardened bud of your nipple. Your back arches at the soft sensation, giving Frankie just enough leverage to drag your sleeves and straps down your arms.

“Oh, babe,” he chokes out. Those fingers that frustrated him now deftly unclasp your bra, baring you to his wandering mouth. Frankie’s hot breath fanning across your sternum is a precursor to the tip of his tongue gently tracing around your nipple. Sparks ignite where his mouth closes around your breast, his hand cupping the neglected one and stroking the rough edge of his thumb over it again and again.

“Frankie, fuck,” you gasp out as he swirls his tongue around and over, dragging his teeth softly against the flesh to make you bury your fingers in his hair. When you start keening less he lets your nipple fall from his lips, replacing it with your plush mouth. His cock is hard and straining against you, your work skirt rucked up your thighs and panties damp with your arousal.

“Wanna give you my cock, baby, wanna make you cum,” Frankie garbles into your chest as he moves his devious lips to your other breast.

“Yeah Frankie, want to cum with your mouth full?” you tease back, the groan against your skin making you lift your hips against him. The groan becomes a growl as one of Frankie’s large hands snakes between you and thumbs at your clit.

“Please can I fuck you, baby?” he all but begs and your hands join his in unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. He pulls your panties to the side and swipes his thumb through your messy sex.

“Want me to…” he starts to say, but your legs wrapping behind his thighs, pulling his weeping cock flush with you, cut off his next thought.

“Now, Frankie, need you now,” you moan, rocking your hips to drag him through your folds. Frankie curses and grips the base of his cock, guiding the thick tip into your cunt and rolling his hips to fill you achingly slow. When he bottoms out with a snap you shout hoarsely, his eyes flashing concern for a moment before you follow it with a debauched groan and a thrust back.

“Fuck, baby, yeah. Your pussy is so fucking good,” he squeezes out, one hand palming your ass and the other propping himself up on his elbow. You take a hold of his face again and guide him back to your breast, your breath hitching when he teases your nipple with the same talented strokes he puts to use between your legs.

“Frankie, honey, you’re gonna make me cum on your cock,” you murmur, sneaking a hand between you to rub dizzying circles on your clit. Neither of you have the patience or the brainpower to draw this out. You just want skin and pleasure and mouths and love love love.

It’s almost too much to bear when Frankie curls down into you, gathering you in his arms and scraping his teeth and lips behind your ear as he slams into you. The couch groans comically at the debauched pounding you’re experiencing.

“Love you, sweet girl, love you so much. Love everything about you. Fuck, love this tight pussy, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard. I’m gonna…fuck, I didn’t…baby, where…?” Frankie’s pace is quick and deep now, barely pulling out before pressing hard inside your cunt, punching his hips up to angle his cock against your g-spot. He’s moaning long and loud and you love hearing him falling apart.

“Cum on my panties,” you purr, squeezing Frankie as his hips falter.

“Oh fuck, fuck, shit yes, baby-” he tries to say, pulling his cock out and stroking himself, quick wet passes aided by your slick coating him. He pulls your panties back over your cunt, your hand still working under the cotton. “Fuck. Fuck! Yes, fuck!” Frankie grits out as he cums hard, coating the fabric in his spend as he jolts against you over and over.

“That’s it baby, look at you, so fucking sexy,” you croon as you feel the fabric dampening over you. You’re almost at the peak yourself, Frankie’s fucked-out face and rapt attention pushing you there quickly.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so fucking hot. Let me make you cum,” he pleads, but it’s less of a request than a demand when he pulls your wrist out of your panties, yanks the fabric to the side and dives down to suck your clit into his mouth. His tongue is fast and merciless against you, and being so close to the edge it barely takes a moment for you to shatter on your boyfriend’s tongue, his own cum smearing against his cheek in his eagerness.

You lay half-naked on your couch for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. Frankie slumps against the back of the couch, shirt rumpled up, cock softening in the V of his hastily undone jeans. A silvery smear of cum on his cheek glistens until Frankie lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe it away, treating you to a gorgeous view of his stomach.

Once you have enough wherewithal to pull your panties back over you, sliding your skirt down to cover them, you hold your hands out for Frankie. He smiles, that quick, amazed one that both lights up your chest and gives you a pang of heartache. One day you think he’ll realize he deserves all of the love you give him.

Frankie crawls down your body, snuggling down beside you and resting his head on your chest. One heavy arm drapes over your stomach, fingers lacing with yours. He slots his thigh between your legs, and with your free hand you stroke at his fluffy curls. Post-orgasmic bliss was dragging your eyelids closed, and you could feel Frankie’s breathing evening out against your collarbone.

“Thank you,” you murmur into the top of his head, pressing a kiss there. He sighs, and in it is all of the comfort and satisfaction he feels in your arms.

“For the sex or the song?” he slurs against your skin. You huff out a laugh that makes him smile into your skin.

“For being everything,” you answer. His fingers tightening in yours speak louder than anything he could possibly say.

The pernil is delicious, and needed with both of your ravenous appetites. You thank Frankie, loudly and enthusiastically, as he blushes at your unabashed happiness. Conversation turns where it often does - work, plans, what you want to do this weekend - but towards the end of the meal Frankie just reaches over and takes your hand. It’s nothing new, but the way he holds it so tenderly makes your whole body feel full to bursting. You meet eyes, share smiles, and in Frankie’s brown ones you see all those future days perfectly promised.

END

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