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so torn but i need a little 🩵
feel free to send more than one, baby! here all week 🫶🏼
meeting joel 1.3k words | duckie's baby shower 🩵
“fucking – shit…”
the truck squeals around the corner – the same goddamn corner it squealed around five minutes ago. you pass that same lime green mailbox, those same kids drawing farm animals on the sidewalk.
jesus christ, just admit it. you’re lost.
you did visit the place – though, only the once. and that was a couple months ago, now. you didn’t put a lot of effort into memorizing each street in the fucking neighborhood. did the houses look this similar, the day that you viewed it?
you’re sure you’re circling the same rows of houses over and over; sure you recognize the wind chimes hanging from that porch. you take another left, and –
“for fuck’s sake,” you sigh, pulling in down the street from those same sidewalk chalk artists. their cow drawing has a smug smile on its face.
your eyes roll to the right, and there it is. you probably passed it three times over.
it’s humble, quaint. pretty white wood, a wide-open porch. still some budding flowers left in planters by the door. you blink from the bay window to the numbers nailed squint into the column.
it’s so…grown-up. it almost makes you shiver.
you hop down out of the truck into blazing sunlight, lifting a hand to shield your eyes. a lawnmower hums in the distance, the scent of fresh grass diced through the air. a sprinkler whirs a few houses down. the kids across the street giggle and split the yellow chalk in two.
on one side of your new home – a similarly polite house with a row of vibrant tulips leading up to it. reds and yellows and blushing pinks – clipped and groomed within an inch of their life, each one blooming and beautiful.
on the other – a man, stood in front of a blue house, watering his grass. he’s tall, lean. built wider the higher up his figure your eyes climb. tanned, toned arms and broad shoulders which tug at the white tee he’s wearing. a square jawline beneath a thick brown beard.
you catch his eye and lift your hand to wave.
he turns away, aiming the hose at the grass behind him.
“dick,” you whisper, slamming the door.
you jog around to the back of the truck, taking hold of the sunbaked handle. it chinks, but it doesn’t budge.
“c’mon…” you grit your teeth, rattling it again and again. “are you fucking kidding me?”
you step back, sneakers scuffing on the road, and prop your hands on your hips.
your new neighbor is still focusing intently on his grass, spewing a stream of water at the lighter patches. the longer you stare, the more grass he finds to wet.
fuck it.
“hey!”
he gives the hosepipe a jerk, shaking his free hand dry.
“excuse me?” you call, waving an arm.
the man looks up slowly, checking over his shoulder first. making damn sure there’s no one else he can pretend you’re talking to.
and unless you’re eliciting help from the fucking paw patrol across the street, he’s no escape.
“hey,” again, and then, “i’m new around – i’m moving in next door. i can’t get this stupid fucki–freakin’ door to lift. would you mind helping me? please?”
he twists the hose in his hands. you can’t tell if he’s squinting because of the sun, or actually glowering at you.
it feels like the latter, the way he throws the thing to the grass.
he stalks over, a little intimidating in his stride, eyeing you as he approaches. without a word, he wraps two big hands around the latch. he tugs once, and the door doesn’t move.
“see?” you ask, gesturing to the truck. “i bet it’s, like, older than me. might even be older than you, might…”
your neighbor pauses, eyes sliding to yours. his stare is intense – dark, stormy eyes boring into yours.
and this time – you know he’s glowering.
“it’s the heat,” he drawls, giving it another strong pull. his biceps swell, the tattered sleeves of his t-shirt stretching around them. “it’s just a little st–”
the door suddenly shunts, rolling upwards. a rickety noise until it slams at the top.
the paw patrol glance up at the sound, wrists paused. they resume doodling when your neighbor backs up.
“thank you,” you mutter, tugging on the hem of your shirt.
you push yourself up onto the back of the truck, standing amidst the fractured bones of your old apartment. a shadeless lamp here, a box of kitchen utensils there.
the guy takes half a glance at you and double takes, eyes scanning the sea of cardboard behind you. he looks you up and down and back up again – jaw tightening when he notices your hopeful expression.
“do you mind?” you ask, lifting one of the heavier boxes. “if you got somethin’ better to do…” you glance over to his yard, the hose lying in a swirl on the lawn, “…then i understand.”
he sighs, reaching for the box. his thick arms tense when the weight shifts from your grasp to his.
“thanks!” you deliberately chirp, watching his figure swagger off to your porch.
joel miller, as it turns out, is a man of few fucking words.
his name is the most you’ve been able to get out of him – and that’s only because it’s on his mailbox. he tells you nothing else.
up close, he’s graying. the lines of a decently-aged man on his skin – that, or just a miserable asshole (perhaps both). he has a syrupy southern drawl, each word riding a wave from his tongue – but with each answer he relents, he still manages to sound fucking miserable.
he seems like he might have his uses, though. he’s got some pretty good intel on the neighborhood.
“that,” he nods to the house directly across from yours, “is steve and kris’s place. they just had a baby. some nights, you can hear the kid from over here.”
“congrats,” you mutter, following his hand as it moves across the window.
“diane,” joel says. “she’s got a dog – the thing’s a little shit.”
your chin lifts. “diane, little shit,” you echo.
he nods, tongue in his cheek. he turns, hand flicking in the direction of the tulips. “alice,” he says. “let me tell you somethin’ – if there’s anything you want broadcast to every person, pet, and goddamn mailbox in the neighborhood, she’s the one to talk to.”
“nosy, huh?”
“nosy,” he agrees.
you snicker, leaning by him to glance at the swaying flowers. “but look what good care she takes of her tulips.”
“hm. ‘s all a front, you’ll see. she’s smart with it.”
joel helps you unload the rest of the truck, sliding each box across your living room floor. outside, he passes you the last couple, and then reaches up for the door.
his tee lifts ever so slightly – flashing a sliver of skin with a smatter of hair above his belt buckle. a dark trail diving into his jeans.
the sight sears itself behind your eyelids. you drag your gaze from him, bending to scoop up the lighter of the two boxes as he jumps back down. he follows at your heel towards your house again, dropping the last box right by your front door.
he says, “you need anythin’ else, just give me a holler,” but his dry tone – and the fact he’s already halfway out the door when he mumbles it – are enough to convince you that this motherfucker never wants to see your face again.
so – you skip after him, following him to your porch steps.
“nice,” you call, watching him thud down each one, “you any good with diy? i got a shit ton of ikea stuff to build.”
he turns, bottom lip between his teeth.
your eyebrows lift, heel kicking against the wooden step. “a – shit – ton,” you repeat.
joel scoffs, shaking his head. “better get to it, then.”
he wanders back over to his lawn.
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Fade into you
Summary: this story is based off of the song Fade into you by Mazzy star!
Warnings:fluff (talk of beating)
It was a spring night and you and Joe attended your friend’s wedding! It was a beautiful venue outside filled with colorful flowers and hanging lights around the trees and tables and chairs for guests to sit at and of course a dance floor. You were wearing a beautiful dress. It has yellow,pink,and orange tied into it and fringes. (There is a pic of the bottom of this blurb)
You and joe were sitting down at your table talking with friends and having a good time laughing and drinking. Joe couldn’t stop staring at you. He was mesmerized by you. He loved everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, your beautiful body, and everything else that makes up who you are. You were laughing with one of your friends from across the table when you moved your hand from your lap to pick up your drink and have a sip. You noticed Joe staring at you as you picked up your delicious drink. “Do you want something, burrow?” You asked with a laugh. “No, just want to look at you!” He said also laughing. “Ok, well you do that.” You smirked. After a few minutes Joe stopped staring at you and engaged in conversation with you and your other friends. A song came on that you and Joe both loved! Fade into you by Mazzy Star. You and Joe both looked at each other and Joe said without hesitation. “Do you want to dance?” You smiled and said yes. You both got up and headed over to the dance floor with some other couples. You know Joe wasn’t really a big dancer or a big fan of PDA so when he held your hand and wrapped his arms around you once on that dance floor you got butterflies. You wrapped your arms at his neck and just stared into his beautiful ocean blue eyes.
After a few moments Joe said “you look gorgeous y/n, you always do.” He winked. You got a big smile on your face and said “why thank you, burrow!” You paused for a second and said “You don’t look to bad yourself!” Joe laughed and winked again. You laughed at his perfectly good wink. You guys sway for a few more minutes and then Joe speaks up again. “Listen y/n, I know it’s been hard for you these past couple weeks but I’m so glad you came with me.” You smiled and said “of course Joe, I wanted to come but I also wanted to spend some time with you! I know how much you wanted to come and be here.” You haven’t felt the best these past few weeks because of your anxiety. Your anxiety has been really bad these past couple weeks because you almost got attacked by someone on your walk. The person snuck into your private gated neighborhood somehow and tried looking for yours and joes house because he was a “fan”. You only got some bruises from some kicks and hands he threw at you. Thank goodness a couple who was also on a walk noticed and quickly ran over to get you to safety. An hour later police showed up and Joe was pissed. He hasn’t left your side since.
“I just want you to know it will be ok and I don’t want you to be scared. I will always be there to protect you. I should have gone on that walk with you instead of watching stupid game plays. It’s my fault I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m truly sorry.” Joe said with tears filling his eyes. “Joe don’t cry. It wasn’t your fault baby I got hurt and I don’t want you to think that,ok? And you have nothing to say sorry for.” You said as your eyes became glossy from holding back tears. “Let’s not talk about it right now. I want to be here with you, in this moment.” You said. “Haha! Ok.” Joe said back. “I love you Joe, thank you for always being there for me.” You say rubbing his neck. “I will always be there for you y/n, forever and always!” Joe says following with a kiss on the lips. You kiss him back and you guys fade into the night.
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Authors note: ooooo I love some public y/n and Joe. I have been writing a lot so a lot of stuff will be coming your way!!🫶
(This is the dress I had in mind) but you guys can think about what ever you want to wear!🩷
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𝗣-P𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 !
𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 !: A day off from Blue Lock, finally determined to make peace between all the boys, forget the misunderstandings, a new one is born, With youthful hormones
𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 !: Blue lock x FemY/N ¡!
Warning!: Harassment, Minors, Hormonal children, Stalkers, desecration, wet dreams, Milf
Please do not translate my work, do not upload it to any platform, Consult me to give you authorization for my work, I would appreciate it if you would show me the talent you have after reading my stories ! 🫶
Finally, after so much effort, all the boys who participated in the Blue lock project had their well-deserved rest, after so many tears, sweat and frustration, They were definitely making the most of those vacations now. And what could be better than making peace?
Isagi was the one who had the idea, to bring all the boys together, leave the rivalries, envy and meaningless senses of superiority, recognize the abilities of each one and unite them with the others, Everyone accepted, some went reluctantly (Like barou)
To improve the moment, Reo decided to contribute to Isagi's good cause, he invited them to spend a day at his house, it was impolite to reject his offer after having made peace. Why not?
This is how all the boys ventured to the reo's house, making small talks about any topic, remembering embarrassing moments, comical moments, various emotions that they felt as soon as they knew each other
As soon as they arrived, they realized the rich neighborhood in which reo lived with his family, living the life of any boy, Reo gave them a small tour of his house, just the basics, kitchen, bathroom, and his room, where they would be most of the day
Everyone took some kind of seat, getting comfortable, they spent some time like that, making jokes, games, Taking small snacks and drinks
Everything was laughter, except for Nagi, his gaze lost in the window, looking at the house from the side
"—Reo! Reo!"
Nagi's scream full of happiness alarmed the others, everyone stayed in their places while reo got up from his bed, to see what was happening, He looked out the window, barely knowing what was happening, he took his binoculars to see better*
"—is something wrong guys?"
Isagi asked with a small confused tone as if scared by the attitude of both friends
Everyone approached the window, burying themselves and fixing their gaze on the neighbor's room
They were surprised to see a curvy figure, a woman so beautiful, so delicate, her skin looks so soft.
She was so beautiful in every aspect, breaking the Japanese stereotype, the standards they had of a woman, were tiny to what she was
"—And... What are we seeing?"
Bachira commented, without understanding much, seeing a woman behind one of his windows, he didn't see why, at that moment Otoya placed a finger on his lips letting him know that he would shut up
"—Don't worry, we'll explain later"
He spoke reo, while he adjusted his binoculars to better appreciate the moment, His childhood love until now, who disturbs his dreams with such elegance, who treated him like a little child, His beloved neighbor
Reo remembers his neighbor from childhood, his beloved neighbor always came on important holidays, doing a singing performance
A talented woman, doing small performances in dressing rooms, Their work was mysterious to the entire neighborhood, they only knew very little about acting
"—Just enjoy the view, we'll talk in a moment"
Nagi spoke without taking his eyes off the window, as enthusiastic as a dog waiting for a treat, all the boys looked at each other, they decided to listen to Nagi
Everyone turned their gaze to the window again
As soon as I turned around, that long-awaited and mysterious show began
The girl was behind them, not knowing that some hormonal children were watching her through her uncovered window
The sensual and charming neighbor began to take off her heels, leaving them in their usual place, She took her stockings in her hands showing her meaty and juicy butt as soon as she bent down to take her stockings off the floor
All the boys immediately blushed at the sight, everyone was stunned, Some swallowed in surprise as an emotion, they never expected those attitudes of nagi and reo
They never took their gaze off the backside of such a beautiful neighbor, her dress tight to her flesh, She left her stockings on the edge of the bed, at that moment she began to lift her dress from the butt up, showing her panties to the boys while she passed her dress over her head, Throwing it on the edge of your bed
The boys could barely contain a scream, they stayed frozen in place, no matter how much they tried to look away, they always returned to the same point
The beautiful and distracted neighbor continued with her show, She pushed her hair aside, showing her bra, she untied it in the back, letting it fall to the floor, she grabbed the edges of her panties, letting them fall to the floor
I take his clothes, underwear as well as upper, leaving them in his dirty clothes basket, She returned her body to her closet, revealing her breasts and butt, Her beautiful face so fragile and soft, so innocent
He took his bath towel, a towel for his hair and another for his body, placed them between his hips while he closed his closet
He headed to his bathroom, he never noticed the lustful looks of brats as soon as they understood that his small cock didn't let go, it was to go to the bathroom
Her heard the bathroom shower turn on, at that moment his beautiful neighbor began to hum a little song
Definitely, they should go to the reo's house more often, to "talk among friends"
Hello hello! Thank you very much for continuing to support my content at all times!
part 2?
I have many ideas that would never be expected, if this blog is supported I will do the second part right away !
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Will you ever make these Street Kid Spider fic or art? I still have your AU somewhere in the back of my mind
(Street kid!Spider AU introduction post)
I’m honestly amazed ppl still want it 😭 🫶 I’m currently a bit busy but here’s a little drabble to quench your hunger;
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Kiri couldn’t help but aww at the cats curling around her, meowing in curiosity. Their old neighborhood had little to none strays but those who survived there had been very agressive. It was a surprise to see such a big pack of animals practically welcome her in.
Then again, she always had a way with fauna.
Traversing the abandoned mall, so overgrown it long turned into a jungle, she eyes the rusted metal and fading plaques. The sight was almost apocalyptic, if not for the blooming greenery in every crevice.
And then a loud clang erupted through h the corridor. Strays jumped in surprise, hiding behind their new friend, but the noise was made by a falling metal pipe. Nothing to be afraid of.
However, the featherlight steps that followed were a more valid reason for alarm. They sounded human. Kiri wasn’t alone.
The girl was taught better than this, she told herself as she followed the noise. She was taught better than to wander the abandoned shopping district after school and follow mysterious sounds.
She knew better, she thought, carefully climbing a tree into a dark attic.
The room seemed completely empty at first, safe for the napping cats on the old mattress, but the more Kiri looked, the more evidence she gathered that the old storage space was clearly lived in. There were personal items scattered about, like stacks of old, worn comic journals and then a smaller stack of equally worn sketchbooks. There was a tattered skateboard placed against the wall, and graffiti on the other side of the room, with spray-paint bottles resting on the floor. Above the mattress hung taped Christmas lights, and under them, a number of sketch pages detailing environments, stray animals, plants, people, and even some mythical creatures from the Na’vi religion, like the strong angstik or the gentle atokirina.
A Na’vi artist? Kiri thought, smiling. The stranger she’d heard not long ago suddenly seemed much less threatening.
“Have your mama never taught you how to knock?” Then came a raspy voice from behind her, sending an immediate chill down the girl’s spine. It felt cold, but youthful. Its owner couldn’t be much older than her. Slowly she turned, her blue eyes meeting a pair of deep brown ones, staring directly into her soul.
It was a teenage boy, but quite the bulky one for his age, if his scratched and bruised biceps were anything to go by. He wore a pair of camo pants, decorated with beads and trinkets, tucked into miss-matched boots. There was some hand-crafted jewelry on his wrists, and a necklace tied around his neck two times over. Some small wooden trinket hung off of it, together with a small crystal, but the clothing was by far not what grabbed Kiri’s attention most.
This stranger had what she could only describe as a lion’s mane. His hair, pale at the ends and dark at the roots, curled and coiled around his face, then shoulders, like a pack of vipers and she could see braids, big and small, hang in no particular pattern, as if the kid braided them out of boredom and just left them there.
“Uh, sorry? I got curious. Your pets are cute…”
“They’re not pets. I don’t keep them here, and they don’t rely on me for food.” He responded, deadpan. “You can’t own a cat, or any animal really, only be part of their pack.”
Kiri’s eyes widened, surprised at the respect he payed these creatures, then proceeded to smile once more. His manner of speaking about living beings very much sounded like something her grandma Mo’at would say.
“Of course. Never thought otherwise.” She responded gently, and the stranger relaxed his stance, carefully approaching. Kiri could now see that the "print" on his old shirt was actually a painted image of a viperwolf, another mythical creature spoken of in Na’vi legends.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Kiri. Kiri te Suli Kìreysì'ite.” She reached her hand to her forehead and gestured forward, gauging if he’d know what it means. Na’vi culture often fell victim to people who liked it only for the visual appeal, but the greeting was a lesser known sign, only something the people did towards their own. “My family moved into town couple days ago.”
The blonde tilted his head akin to a feline, eyeing her face, before his brows relaxed and he repeated the gesture, proceeding to switch into fluent Na’vi, which was another pleasant surprise. “Spider. This is kind of my house.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Eh, you haven’t stolen anything yet so I’ll let it slide.” He shrugged, smirking. “Welcome to Awa’atlu. How’s the city treating you?”
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Hiii, hope you're alright 🫶
Would you write skincare night with bf Erling (and maybe include Jack as well cause he's so girly pop?) With him being all reluctant and all at first but ultimately loving it
Nightly Shenanigans
Erling Haaland X Female Reader
Summary: Late night making YouTube videos with Jack and Erling.
Lol, this was fun to write, but I don't know anything really about skin care routines. I don't do them, so I hope this is good, lol also, I leave it out to your guys' imagination if you want Jack to be your full brother, half brother, or step brother.
Growing up with Jack Grealish as your older brother, a bond so strong that it could withstand any storm. From the earliest days of your childhood, the two of you were inseparable, sharing laughter, tears, and a multitude of unforgettable memories. With every step you took, Jack was there, a constant presence, a guiding light in your life.
Together, you formed an unbreakable duo, a force to be reckoned with. The mischievousness that coursed through your veins was legendary, earning you the nickname "double trouble" in the neighborhood.
There was never a dull moment when you and Jack were together. Whether it was sneaking out for late-night adventures, devising ingenious pranks, or embarking on spontaneous escapades, you were always at the center of exhilarating chaos.
But amidst the whirlwind of mischief, your bond ran deeper than the surface-level shenanigans. Through thick and thin, Jack stood by your side, a pillar of strength and unwavering support.
Whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on or a listening ear, he was there, ready to offer his unyielding love and guidance. With his infectious charisma and caring nature, Jack had an innate ability to make everything seem better, even in the darkest of moments.
As the years unfolded, Jack's passion for soccer ignited a fire within him, leading him down the path of pursuing a professional career. He spent countless hours honing his skills, relentlessly pushing himself to excel on the pitch.
And you, being the fiercely loyal sibling that you were, stood proudly beside him, offering words of encouragement and being his unwavering cheerleader. Through the exhilarating victories and heart-wrenching defeats, you were there to witness every triumph and setback, sharing in his journey with unwavering dedication.
Meanwhile, you discovered your own passion in the world of YouTube. What started as a mere hobby, capturing moments of joy and sharing them with the world, soon blossomed into a serious career pursuit.
As you poured your heart and soul into creating content, Jack wholeheartedly supported your ambitions, recognizing the talent and passion that fueled your every video.
He championed your endeavors, sharing your videos, and even making appearances to add his infectious charm to your content. Together, you formed an unbreakable partnership, inspiring and uplifting one another to reach for the stars.
In the rollercoaster ride of life, you and Jack remained each other's steadfast allies, bound by an unbreakable bond of love and camaraderie.
Through the highs and lows, you weathered every storm together, emerging stronger and more resilient with each passing day. Jack Grealish, your older brother and best friend, was not just a sibling but a guiding force, an unwavering presence, and a beacon of light in your life's journey.
As destiny would have it, Jack's journey led him to join Manchester City, and not long after, Erling followed suit, donning the same sky-blue jersey. Little did they know that their friendship would take an extraordinary turn—one that would intertwine their lives in the most unexpected and enchanting way.
Jack, being the charismatic and generous soul he was, couldn't contain his excitement at the thought of introducing his best soccer friend to his best life friend. And who better to fill that role than his beloved younger sister—you. Jack knew that if anyone deserved to witness the magic of Erling's presence, it was you, his confidante, and partner-in-crime.
Little did any of you realize that this seemingly innocent introduction would set off a chain of events that would alter the course of your lives forever.
As you and Erling laid eyes on each other for the first time, an inexplicable spark ignited, creating an electric connection that transcended all boundaries.
The enchantment of that moment unfolded into a love story that seemed plucked straight from the pages of a fairy tale. Fate had intervened, intertwining your destinies in the most wondrous way, leaving you both spellbound and breathless.
Together, you embarked on a journey of love, weaving a tapestry of affection, understanding, and shared dreams. The connection you shared with Erling was nothing short of magical—a profound and soul-stirring bond that defied logic and surpassed all expectations.
The two of you were destined to be together, your hearts in perfect harmony, dancing to the rhythm of an extraordinary love story.
Yet, amidst the intoxicating joy that filled your hearts, a flicker of concern arose. What would Jack think? How would he react to this unexpected turn of events? But just as he had been there for you throughout your lives, Jack once again proved the depths of his unwavering love and acceptance.
With open arms and an overflowing heart, he embraced your relationship, recognizing the sheer happiness it brought to you both. Jack's unyielding support only fortified the foundation of your love, solidifying the bond that now united all three of you as a tightly knit family.
In this tale of destiny and love, Jack's friendship with Erling blossomed into a brotherhood, an unbreakable connection forged through their shared love for the beautiful game. Together, the three of you embraced life's challenges, celebrating each victory and supporting one another through every hurdle that came your way.
Love, friendship, and football converged, creating a tapestry of happiness and fulfillment that would forever be etched in your hearts.
Here you are today on a saturday night unfolding, bringing with it the perfect opportunity for a unique gathering in the cozy haven of yours and Erling's apartment. As you settled down in the living room, surrounded by cameras and skincare products, a mischievous grin played upon your lips.
Tonight was the night you would embark on an unforgettable YouTube adventure, teaching the two most important men in your life the art of a skincare routine.
"Come on, Erling," you pleaded with a twinkle in your eye, trying to convince him to join in this lighthearted endeavor. Knowing well his inclination towards privacy and his reluctance to embrace activities that may seem "girly" to the world.
You promised him a reward, a secret token of affection, knowing that it would be the perfect leverage to coax him into participating. Deep down, however, you knew his true motivation stemmed from the desire to bring a smile to your face and make you happy, for his love for you knew no bounds.
Jack, on the other hand, couldn't contain his enthusiasm. With an infectious grin and a playful twinkle in his eyes, he exclaimed, "Count me in, lads! It's time for the world to see my flawless skincare routine. You know I'm your ultimate girly bestie, right?"
Laughter filled the room, a testament to the lighthearted camaraderie that defined your relationships. In moments like these, the three of you were a united force, capable of turning any ordinary evening into an extraordinary memory.
As the cameras rolled, you took the helm, guiding Erling and Jack through the intricacies of skincare. "Alright, gentlemen," you announced with a mock seriousness, "we're about to embark on a journey to radiant skin. First, we need to cleanse away the day's impurities."
Erling, a mix of amusement and slight confusion, held up the facial cleanser, examining it with a raised eyebrow. "I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be doing a skincare routine on camera," he chuckled, surrendering to the infectious energy of the moment.
Jack, fully embracing the role of the "girly bestie," dramatically gasped. "Erling, my dear, welcome to the glamorous side of life! Soon, you'll be obsessing over sheet masks and serums like the rest of us."
The room erupted with laughter as you guided them through each step of the skincare routine. You shared secrets, tips, and even a few comical mishaps along the way, all while showcasing the unbreakable bond that united the three of you.
Throughout the video, the love and friendship between you, Erling, and Jack radiated, creating an undeniable warmth that reached beyond the screen. Every joke, every shared moment, was a testament to the deep connection that had woven your lives together.
As the video came to a close, you looked around the room, an overwhelming sense of gratitude washing over you. "I'm so lucky to have both of you in my life," you admitted with a genuine smile. "You guys are my anchors, my support system, and the ones who make every day brighter."
Erling, his guard lowered in this intimate setting, pulled you into a gentle embrace. "We're the lucky ones," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "To have you by our side, guiding us in everything we do even skincare routines, your a gift beyond words."
Jack, being the jokester that he is, chimed in with a playful wink. "Yeah, I know I'm the best wingman you guys could ever ask for."
Laughter and love mingled in the air as the three of you basked in the joy of the moment.
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Insomniac!Miles Morales x streamer!F!reader
Pronouns: She/her
You as a simple streamer meet the cutest boy in Brooklyn, Miles Morales son of Rio Morales and Jeff Davis, you had meet a couple of times, randomly bumping on the street, neighborhood parties and once time in particular when you found him with a black eye and a bloody nose, so you helped him, after that you became great friends, but you started to fall for him.
English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any writing mistake, hope you enjoy this one shot🫶🏻
⚠️Warnings⚠️
Blood citation, curse words and mention of death
The rest is pure romance
Dialogue colors
Y/N-blue
Miles-red
NY City, Brooklin, Y/N apartment, 02:30am
The live was doing great, I decided to play the sims, a simple challenge, now I just got 4 more subscribers, that really helps a lot, they literally pay my bills, I was planning to cook the dinner but I just decide to buy some sushi, I drank a dr. Pepper, totally healthy.
“ Well guys, thank you for your time, today we ended a bit late but I hope you all enjoyed the live, I’ll cut and post on YouTube for those who missed some parts, bye bye see you next live” I send a kiss to the webcam, and then… it’s over, I needed to stop that live, staying awake till late it’s not good, drinking monster all day, eating junk food, when was the last time that I felt the sunlight, I’m living a bat…
*knock…knock…*
“What the fuck??” I spin the gamer chair to the window, I saw Miles, i get up and open the window for him, the cold wind from the winter entered your bedroom giving you chills.
“Hey mami how you doing?” He hugs you tight, lifting you up and taking your feet off the ground, he simply ignored the cold wind coming from the outside, “Mileees the window!!” “Sorry Y/N” he instantly let your feet reach the ground again and turned back to close that window closing the curtains too, when you focused on his face his nose was bleeding and his right cheek was red almost purple, and he realized that you noticed, he just hide his face under his hands.
“Again Miles? Really? How? What’s the story for today?” “I… got into a fight, with a jock but I…” “I got punched and I fell downstairs, same story from last week so don’t lie to me” “can we just ignore this” he points to his face “ I came here just to forget about all that stuff”
He just lay on my bed, taking deep breaths, he’s been passing through a hard time after loosing his father, getting into fights in school, moving to Harlem now all we got is a couple of hours together once or twice a week, I seat near to him, putting my hand on his head, I start to caress his hair, which was very short making he looks so cute. “You know that you can always count with me right? I’m here for you, ever since the day that we bumped near to the Central Park because I was running to get that dog” “I remember that you started crying because the dog stole your bracelet, was funny” he chuckles “No it wasn’t! I was so sad that day and that dog just made it worse” “I miss you, a lot, all that shit that’s been happening is making me mad, I’m sorry for leaving you, I just couldn’t leave my mom alone”
His eyes, are just like a window to his soul in pain, pure sorrow, I lay on his side holding him to cuddle, my heart beating faster, being near to him like this is good but it still make me blush, “I wish I could have you near me, now I’m feeling lonely at Harlem, you can spend a week there, my mom wouldn’t mind” “Miles i would love it… but…” “but ?” “ never mind haha, I’m free next week, I would love to spend the week with you”
He hug me back and now we’re laying face to face, I only can stare at his lips and same for Miles he just been staring my lips for almost 2 minutes straight, his hand holding my cheek, he looks so hypnotizing, I’m lost in his face, I can only feel his hand is on my cheek, now he’s approaching, so close, so so close, he kiss me, a soft and simple kiss but very meaningful, I just kiss him back, the butterflies on my stomach, “can I stay? It’s too late and I miss you so much” his puppy eyes, staring at me, I can’t resist, “of course you can” “can I sleep with you?” That question caught me off guard, now im the one who hide the face under my hands but his hand that’s on my cheeks try to take my hands off, “c’mon it’s not the first time that we slept together, why are you so awkward about it?” When your face is not covered anymore you can see a slight blush in his cheeks, “I just… like you, that’s why I came here, I was planning to text you but that would be so dishonest, I needed to do it face to face” “Miles just shut up” I instantly kiss him, softly holding his cheeks that are a bit warm, at first he got shocked but one second later he just kiss me back.
We stopped the kiss because we needed to breath, now his hands are around my hips, making imaginary circles with the fingers, “so mister Morales, may you please let me get up so I can get a blanket for us?” “Of course you can my pretty girlfriend” “girlfriend?” I can’t hide that little smile in my face, I’m feeling so happy right now, but I still tired needing to sleep, so yeah, I just loved the idea of sleeping with him. “Yup, girlfriend, or do you want a nickname like, mi vida, cariño, Hermosa, honey, you can choose.” I yawned feeling my eyes getting heavier, “can I choose one later I just want to sleep right now…. Get the blanket please” I can badly keep my eyes open, he kiss my forehead and leave the bed to get the huge blanket in the closet, he come back to the bed and when he realized you’re sleeping, a little shrunk because of the cold, but tight on sight he covered you with warm blanket and sneaking to sleep with you.
That night you sleep so well after almost a week of bad sleep, he made me relax, holding my body with his big hands and long arms, making me fell safe, now that I’m dating him I already have everything that I need, but now I’ll have to move to the Harlem to live near to him.
Translations
Mi vida- my life
Cariño- dear
Hermosa -beautiful
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Hi! Me again, your friendly neighborhood Sean Renard lover! I was wondering if whenever you feel like writing if you would consider writing Sean being very protective over the reader and everyone is saying to him that he’s so in lover with them and he’s like “no I’m not” and then he’s like realizing that’s he’s like in love with the reader damn near devoted. Or whatever you’d like to write. I’d honestly be happy with anything you put out. But take your time, no rush needed. Just whenever you feel like it. Thank you so much!!!! Have an awesome day!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Fandom(s): NBC Grimm
Pairing(s): Sean Renard x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Wesen!Reader, Use of nicknames (little bird), Reader is implied to have longer hair, but it’s not explicitly stated
Notes: I hope you enjoy!
TW for violence in the latter half of the oneshot (I’ll add an extra trigger warning when that starts)
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“Lieutenant Renard?” Sean looks up from his desk to see Cadet Drew Wu fidgeting with his button-down cuffs. He was nineteen and green in the gills, still exploring his options as a police cadet. But even though he hadn’t fully committed to the police academy yet, he was a hard worker.
He’d make a good police officer.
Sean sets down his pen and clears his throat.
“What’s the matter, Wu?” The police cadet stepped aside, and Sean’s jaw almost dropped at the sight of you. It was as if you had come straight from a painting. It seemed you hadn’t changed at all. Well… not exactly. You had aged, being a handful of years younger than him.
But you were still as beautiful as the day he lost you.
After all, the last time he had seen you was when his mother took him, and they fled from the Royal family out for his blood. You were but a fledgling that hadn’t yet sprouted in your full glory.
You both stare at each other before Wu swallows awkwardly and takes his leave. Then, you take a seat at his desk and smile,
“It’s certainly been a while, Sean.” You say quietly, and he feels his heart stutter at your warm words.
It had been years since anyone other than his mother was so full of kindness for him.
He sets down his pen and leans his forearms on the desk.
“How did you find me?” He asks seriously, and you shrug
“I have my ways. You should know this by now.” You tease, and your eyes flash a deep glowing blue for just a second. So quick, in fact, that he almost missed it. Feathers as black as pitch shuddered down your hairline before disappearing into your tresses.
Sometimes he forgot you were wesen. A Raub-Kondor, to be exact. And a brilliant one at that. You were often employed, even at a young age, by the Royal Families to track down and “take care of” certain traitors or deserters. It was how he met you in the first place. The thought of your job made him shudder,
“Are you here to get rid of me?” At this, you looked downright offended, eyes going wide and mouth dropping open ever so slightly.
“Of course not!” You hiss, and he feels his shoulders relax. He wasn’t in danger after all. You notice his palpable relief and smile that smile that makes his heart skip a beat.
The two of you part ways with the promise of meeting up for coffee. Your number is stored safely in Sean’s phone, and you even send him a text saying, “It’s me :)” and he can’t help but smile at the little emoji. You were always lighthearted despite all the blood on your hands.
You shift in place, eyes scanning every face in the small coffee shop as you wait for Sean to arrive. You check your phone and scroll through the brief messages you had shared with your childhood friend. He wasn’t the best conversationalist via texting. He typically preferred a call over texts.
“Have you been waiting long?” Comes his voice, and you jump, knee jerking up and hitting the underside of the table. Your eyes meet his, and he offers a half smile, clearly amused by your reaction.
“Not at all. I just got here a few minutes ago. I took the liberty of ordering you a coffee, black with one sugar, if I remember right?” You say, ears burning at your surprise at his arrival. He sheds his long overcoat, drapes it over the chair across from the booth you were in, and takes a seat.
“You remember correctly. I’m surprised you remember after all this time.”
At that, you duck your head, ears burning even more in embarrassment.
“I try to remember everything about you.” You say quietly, so quietly that he can barely hear it. But obviously, he does because his face splits into a warm grin.
He looks so handsome when he smiles.
The waitress brings over your drinks and a slice of chocolate cake that you ordered. You visibly brighten at the sight of the sweet treat and nearly dig in when you remember your manners.
“Would you like some?” You offer, noting the waitress had gone through the trouble to give you an extra fork for the occasion. Sean, sipping his coffee, shakes his head.
“Thank you, but I’ll pass for now. I know how much you adore your sweets.” He teases and you roll your eyes, secretly happy that you get the chocolate dessert all to yourself.
The cake is absolutely demolished in a few minutes flat, though you were careful not to get any crumbs on your clothes. Then, you start on your coffee.
“I see you still are a sugar addict,” Sean says as you add sugar to your bitter drink. You huff but stir and take a sip of the sweetened beverage. Perfect.
“I prefer the term sugar motivated.” You say, and he chuckles, making your breath catch, but you hide it quickly by taking another sip.
You thought your crush on the bastard prince had died over the years.
Clearly not.
“So…” You start, and he looks up from his coffee, eyebrow raised. “How’s life here in Portland?” He hums, glancing around the coffee shop before answering.
“It’s certainly different than Vienna. But enough about me… Why are you here?” He asks, suddenly serious, and you have to fight the urge to sit up straight.
You should’ve guessed he would ask something like this. It had taken you years to track him down to the Portland area. And for what? But you knew better than to lie.
So…
You didn’t.
“I missed you. As stupid as it sounds, I missed having someone to talk to. Well… that and your mother is concerned about you joining the police department. She’s worried it’ll put a target on your back.” You say, and Sean sits back in his chair, stirring his coffee absentmindedly as he mulls over your words.
“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine. I’m surrounded by good people.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow skeptically. Thankfully, Sean takes your concern seriously. He always has.
“But what if things go wrong?” You ask, and he shrugs a shoulder.
“If it makes you feel any better, you are more than welcome to stay here in Portland to keep an eye on me.” You smile at his words,
“I’d like that.”
Despite your promises to keep out of the way, you quickly become absorbed into his little work family. As the years go on and the precinct grows, you are always a constant at his side. You attend his promotion ceremony from his previous ranks to precinct captain, and he holds your gaze the entire time as he gives his speech.
Even as people come up and congratulate him, he finds himself only wanting your attention. He couldn’t care less about everyone else.
He feels a smaller hand slip into his, and he looks to find you smiling up at him. He sets down his glass of champagne, still mildly embarrassed that the precinct threw this shindig for him.
“Congratulations, Sean.” You whisper, and he hides a smile, but you still catch the twitch of his lips, and your smile widens.
He’s about to say something, but you are both interrupted.
“Is this your spouse?” Hank Griffin, homicide detective, and one of the most senior staff at the department. He’s followed by the newer homicide detective and his new work partner, Nick Burkhardt. Sean huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head,
“Nothing like that. They’re a childhood friend, that’s all.” He says, and Hank nods, not entirely convinced.
Why was everyone doing that when he introduced you? Hell, even Wu didn’t seem to believe him.
Later, Sean spies you chatting with Nick as you raid the dessert table. You’re polite, and he feels his heart clench as Nick says something to make you laugh. Feathers shift down your hairline like they did whenever you half-woged, and he sees Nick’s face drop, but he hides the expression by the time you look up from your sweets. And that makes the clenched feeling in Sean’s heart twist more.
Was he a Grimm?
He’d have to look into this more.
Sean, ever the gentleman, walks you to your car after the celebration of his promotion. You, feeling adventurous, slip your hand into his and swing them back and forth ever so slightly.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain. He even squeezes your hand.
“I just wanted to say congratulations again.” You say as he opens your car door. You squeeze his hand once more, and he offers a quick quirk of his lips that you almost miss.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, little bird.” He says and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. You feel your cheeks heat up and hide an embarrassed smile.
He always was the cheeky one.
Feeling a bit bold, you lean out our car window just as he leans down to presumably tell you goodbye and kiss his cheek. He freezes, eyes widening ever so slightly in shock, but he doesn’t say anything.
He remains like that as you drive away, brushing his cheek with his fingers.
You chew on your lip as you watch him disappear in your rearview mirror.
Hopefully, you didn’t mess things up by doing that.
You don’t hear from Sean for several days. And it’s making you nervous. Had you overstepped your boundaries? Had you misread the signs from all your little coffee outings?
The book in front of you failed to hold your attention as you glanced from the words on the page to the cellular device next to you. After another thirty minutes, just when you were about to give up on reading, your phone buzzed.
Buzz… buzz buzz… buzz buzz…
The book was hastily bookmarked, and you scooped up the phone and swiped right to answer the call.
“Hello?” You said, trying to seem… well… not breathless or like you were anticipating the call.
“Are you busy?” Sean asks, sounding ragged as if he had been working for three days straight.
His new promotion must be wearing him down.
“I was just reading. Is everything okay?” You ask and hear a quiet hum on the other end.
“Might I invite you to dinner tonight?” Your heart skips a beat.
Dinner… that was a step up from coffee dates.
A big step up.
You make a noise to let him know you hadn’t died at the suggestion (though you certainly felt like you were about to pass out).
“I suppose I might be free tonight. Let's say we eat at seven o’clock?” You tease him gently and hear him write something down.
“I’ll pick you up.” He says, and you can’t help but smile.
“That sounds lovely.”
VIOLENCE STARTS HERE
Dinner doesn’t go as planned.
Sean’s car rumbles as he waits for you to come out of your hotel room. He had offered to let you stay with him at his new house; he had a spare bedroom after all, but you had declined. Instead, you had told him you were a big kid and could take care of yourself.
A shadow moved inside your hotel room on the second floor, and he looked up, a frown pulling his lips down. What was taking you so long? You hadn’t even responded to his text saying he had arrived. Should he call you?
He pulls up your contact and is about to press the call button when you come exploding through the window in a rain of glass and chaos.
Coincidentally, you land on the hood of his car, and his airbags deploy as you cave in the metal.
There’s someone on top of you, hands wrapped around your neck and squeezing like your life depended on it. He can see your hands going limp, and he darts from his car and draws his gun that he keeps with him at all times.
“PORTLAND PD! DON’T MOVE!” He bellows, and the person jerks their head up to look at him, eyes wild and glowing yellow.
A Mauvais Dentes.
The sabertoothed wesen leaped at him as he felt his face change in his woge.
He fired.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The man fell, his woge rippling across his skin and retracting the fangs and fur into his body until he looked like a regular man again.
Sean ran to your side, where you lay gasping on top of his car, pulling out his phone and dialing 911 as he went.
“911, what’s the location of your emergency?”
“This is Captain Sean Renard of the Portland Police Department. There’s a man who’s been killed and someone else who is gravely injured.” He started and rattled off your address, begging first responders to hurry because you looked terrible.
You had been in the middle of getting ready—a blouse stained in blood and shredded to bits, trousers, and you weren’t wearing shoes. Your throat isn’t much better. Sean can see where the Mauvais Denetes had punctured your skin, and its oozing blood at a sluggish pace. Your woge ripples under your skin and the tar-black feathers retract into your face. Your beak disappears, and when you open your eyes, they’re glassy.
“Stay with me, little bird, stay with me.” He says as he sheds his suit coat and tears it into strips to tie around your wound to hopefully staunch the bleeding.
“Sean?” You gurgle, and he hushes you,
“Don’t speak. An ambulance is on the way.” He says, and you nod once, closing your eyes again, and he listens to your breathing.
It doesn’t sound good.
He only hopes that you make it to the hospital.
Time slows. The ambulance and police arrive after what feels like hours. Blood has stained Sean’s trousers, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is you.
The first responders load you carefully into the ambulance and stop Sean before he can get in with you.
“I’m riding with them.” He snarled, and the two workers looked at each other before one stepped aside and allowed him to sit beside you. He holds your hand until they hook you up to get your vitals. You open your eyes again and wheeze,
“Sean?” You gasp, and he holds your grasping fingers.
“I’m here, little bird.” He whispers, and his heart is broken as he hears you whimper.
“Don’t leave me.” You whimper, and he stands as the ambulance rumbles into motion and presses a kiss to your forehead,
“Never.” He says and knows deep in his soul that he means it.
Because he loves you too much to let you go.
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Spiderman!EthanLandry x Enchantress!OC
Slow burn, Violence, suggestive(eventually?)
past/flashbacks
A/N: I haven’t written anything in FOREVER so please bare with me. Ignore any punctuation or grammar mistakes 😭 comment if you want to be on the taglist and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy 🤸🏻♀️
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An ear-piercing scream ripped through the poor woman’s throat, adding to the burn that only got worse with every breath she took. She couldn’t run much longer the only thing keeping her going was the sound of the man’s heavy footsteps behind her. Taunting her. Getting closer to her. Closing her eyes bracing for impact..
THUD
The confused woman opened her eyes just to catch a glimpse of the alluring emerald haze that disappeared just as fast as it appeared revealing the man that had spent the last two hours tormenting her, robbing her of her belongings and dignity, lying in a pool of his own blood.
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Loud police sirens roared through the streets of New York interrupting his thoughts bringing him back to reality. Quickly packing his things Ethan bolted out of Sam and Tara’s shared dorm which sparked some confusion and concern within the group for a split second before it faded away due to persistence of this exact situation. As far as they know they just think his control-freak of a dad, Sheriff Bailey is blabbing at him to get home.
In reality, he got straight to work putting on his vibrant red and blue onesie he calls his suit as soon as he turned the corner.
TWIP TWIP
Swinging from building to building with the flick of his wrist all while desperately searching for the crime scene. His attention was quickly drawn by an ear-piercing scream that sent a chill down his spine. Now heading towards the general direction of the call for help, he began articulating his plan. It was just another night as the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, web up a greedy criminal, occasionally giving them a taste of his enhanced strength, and leave. There was something about this particular moment that gave him an unsettling feeling in his stomach.
Nervous?
Scared?
No, never?
I’m Spiderman, THEY’RE scared of ME not the other way around
The boy tried so desperately to ease his nerves, he had never felt nervous let alone afraid of putting himself in danger but there’s a first for everything.. right?
The scene was quiet, too quiet.. he swore this was where the woman had screamed from, his enhanced hearing never failed him. Right?
Spiderman?
His head nearly snapped by the way his head whipped towards the direction of the voice. He couldn’t believe what he saw, a man laying face down drowning in a pool of his own blood and a woman in the corner with a mix of multiple emotions plastered on her pale face. Before the spider-boy could ask any questions, the woman stared blurting out what had happened prior to his arrival. She spoke too fast and her shaky voice made it hard to decipher her words but one thing stuck out..
..THEN I saw a flash of green and before I knew it the guy was dead! That person or thing or whatever it was SAVED ME! Do you know who it is? Or what?…
She continued to spew unanswerable questions but he wasn’t listening because he was deep in thought..
Who? What? How?
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Blue Christmas
summary: austin throws a christmas party while elvis is feeling fuzzy.
word count: 1.6k
warnings: age regression, pure fluff
notes: this is actually a bday gift for one of my mutuals!! @mooodyblue happy (early) birthday lily!!! hope u enjoy and have a happy birthday 🫶🏽
christmas was elvis’ favorite holiday.
a lot of people said christmas was their favorite, but elvis held it near and dear to his heart. he loved it all– the lights, the gifts, being with family, cooking food– all of it. it made him feel like he was a boy again, pestering his mama about whether or not they’d see santa in their small little armpit of a neighborhood. he’d always fall asleep though– and wake up to one or two presents underneath their small tree.
they were never big gifts, and that was fine, because just being there with his momma was enough for him.
elvis, despite his big and loud lifestyle, actually liked small, quiet christmases. he loved when it was him, and a handful of people that he held near and dear to his heart.
this year, however, austin had decided to throw a little christmas party. elvis was surprised by this, because austin was a pretty reserved person. he didn’t like crowds– they made him nervous– and he was a wallflower at parties. but he told elvis that it would be small– just a few friends and some family that were coming to visit him, and that they wouldn’t stay long at all. austin said he was allowed to invite some of his friends, but…
it didn’t matter. elvis would get through it fine. he was looking forward to spending one on one time with austin, but if there were a few people around, he could handle it. he was a little worried about them figuring out his identity, but austin said he had told them some lie about him being a friend that just looked a lot like elvis– or something like that. whatever.
the day of the party came– christmas eve– and elvis was able to greet everyone with a smile and a handshake, despite that fuzziness in the back of his head. there was austin’s older sister, ashley, and his close friend, also ashley– and his dad, and an aunt, and someone’s boyfriend– and a baby–
about ten people in total showed up. it wasn’t a ridiculous amount, but it was more than elvis was expecting. he saw austin shoot him a nervous look from the corner of his eye, before trying to get everyone settled in the living room. he heard mumbles of people telling him he had a nice place, or that he really did have a friend that looked like elvis.
after that, austin approached him, smiling softly.
“i know i said a few people–”
“it’s fine, aus.” elvis said, waving him off. “y’don’t gotta justify nothin’ to me. it’s your party. i’m fine.”
the blonde looked unsure, gently taking elvis’ hand in his. “y’sure? you don’t have to pretend to be alright with this– i know this isn’t what you were expecting, and–”
“it’s alrght,” elvis hums, rolling his shoulders. “i’ll jus’ try an’ sit back. observe.”
austin gave him a warm smile, caressing his knuckles with his thumb. “lemme know if y’need me at all, okay?”
elvis nodded, and trailed behind austin to the couch, waving meekly at everyone. they all began talking, gossiping about things elvis didn’t quite get and people he didn’t know. he felt so out of place, but he did his best to look like he was somewhat invested in the conversation.
as time went on, he zoned out. he couldn’t stay focused on anything– even if he tried. that fuzziness in his head tried to take over, but he was determined to let austin have a good time. he tried not to give into that feeling or those thoughts. he tried not to think about how nice it would be to get nice and comfortable in his favorite pajamas right now– or how he desperately wanted to watch cartoons while snuggled up in the blankets on the bed upstairs– or how he really wanted a pb and j and some milk.
“...e? e? what about you?”
“huh?” elvis hummed, snapping out of his thoughts abruptly. “what about me?”
“you enjoyin’ the party? y’seem a little in your head.”
it was austin asking, but the whole room was staring at him, waiting for an answer. that didn’t help the tiny feeling in his brain as he scrambled to answer, the words seeming to get stuck in his throat. “i–”
he stuttered something awful, his cheeks flushing as he began to fidget with the sleeves of his sweater. “i-i– yeah, i’m…it’s fun. f-fun.”
the room accepts his response, but austin furrows his brows in worry as he gently grabs elvis’ hand.
“uh– we’ll be right back.”
austin pulled him up, leading him into the kitchen gently. elvis felt dazed and small and stupid for stuttering like that, in front of all those people, but all of that melted away when austin’s thumb gently brushed against his cheek.
“hey now,” the blonde crooned, his eyes gently glimmering with all of the pretty colors of their christmas lights. “whatsa matter, huh? you look all sad.”
elvis swallowed hard, wanting so badly to lie and try to spare austin’s feelings– but the more he thought about going back out there in his dumb sweater and uncomfortable pants, the more he cracked and just sniffled, overstimulated.
“i hate it, momma.” elvis whimpered, eyes watering with unshed tears. “too many people– ‘s all loud and hot and this sweater is itchy– i jus’ wanna snuggle with you and watch cartoons.”
“oh, baby,” austin frowned, taking elvis’ hands in his and caressing his knuckles. “why didn’t you say nothin’? i told you i was right there if ya needed anything.”
elvis sniffled softly, his cheeks flushing as he murmured quietly. “wanted you to have fun, momma. d-didn’t want you t’worry ‘bout me.”
“baby.” austin sighs, pulling him in for a tight hug, immediately making him melt into the warm crook of his neck, sniffling softly as the blonde rubs soothing circles into his back. “i’m your caregiver, i’m supposed to worry about you. you’re my little prince, and i’m your momma. i would do anything for you. you got that?”
“b-b-but–”
“no buts,” austin hushes, running his fingers through elvis’ soft locks. “how about this– you go upstairs ‘n get comfy, and i’ll be up there in a few minutes, okay?”
“okey,” he sniffed, pulling away from austin reluctantly and walking towards the stairs, hearing austin reassure the group of people behind him that he was perfectly fine.
he reached the bedroom and sat on the bed, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited for austin to show up. he heard their voices down there– faint and mumbly, and then a door closing.
the room to the door opened, and austin smiled at him softly.
“hi baby.”
“hi momma.” elvis muttered, rocking back and forth idly. “where’d everyone go?” he asked, noticing the lack of mumbling from downstairs.
“i sent ‘em home.”
“wha– why?” elvis whined, a little embarrassed. “y-y’didn’t have to– i-i didn’t mean f-for you to end the whole thing!”
“it’s not a big deal.” he said. shrugging. “besides, i was gettin’ a little tired too. and i missed my baby.” he hummed, pressing a noisy kiss to elvis’ cheek.
elvis whined, his face flushing as austin’s plush lips met his cheek. “momma!”
“sorry, sorry, i know how you are about kisses.” he hums, sitting next to him. “you ready to watch a movie?”
“r-really? wh-which movie?”
“any movie you want.”
“o-oh, uh…c-can we watch the grinch?” elvis asked eagerly, practically bouncing as he looked up at austin with eyes that were practically glowing.
“of course. let’s get your pjs on first.” he hummed, taking elvis’ hand and standing him up, letting him look at his options in the drawer before him. “pick a pair.”
“oooh….uhm, i want the pink ones!” he decided, his thumb making its way between his lips as he spoke. “the ones with the yellow stars,”
“okay prince.” austin hummed, before tsking and pulling elvis’ finger away from his mouth. “nuh uh. we don’t bite our fingers. you want your paci?”
elvis blushed, but nodded shyly. “uh huh.”
austin handed him his favorite pacifier, a baby blue one with little stars scattered all over it, making elvis smile as he took it into his mouth and began suckling idly. austin smiled and ruffled his hair, getting out the pajama set elvis had chosen.
austin sat him down and undressed him gently, poking him in his stomach teasingly every few seconds, making elvis pout and whine. once his shirt was buttoned and his pants were on, austin kneeled in front of him and looked him over once, before sneaking a kiss on top of his pacifier.
elvis went red, but didn’t whine. he just looked away, embarrassed as austin giggled at his expression.
“okay baby, let’s put the movie on. you ready to snuggle with momma?”
elvis nodded, crawling in the bed and snuggling into his usual spot, pulling the blankets to his chin. austin smiles fondly, making sure to grab elvis’ stuffed bear before he crawled into bed next to him. elvis eagerly grabbed his stuffie and snuggled it close to his chest, scooching closer to austin as he settled down next to him, turning the tv on.
it was quiet as austin put the movie on, save for the steady sound of elvis’ breathing. he snuggled into austin’s side as the movie began to play, giggling and smiling at the jokes and such.
not even halfway through the movie, he was fast asleep, his gentle snores filling the room as he subconsciously tried to press closer to austin, hugging his tiny stuffed bear to his chest like his life depended on it. austin couldn’t help but smile down at him, admiring how peaceful he looked as he slept. it warmed his heart seeing him rest– especially since he didn’t get good sleep often. the fact he felt safe and secure enough to sleep in his arms made him proud.
austin turned the tv off, pulling elvis’ head closer to his chest as he settled into the covers himself.
“goodnight, little prince.”
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hey! could you write something where the reader goes to Cynthia’s house after the party at frosty palace in 1x08 and comforts her/ confesses🫶
Cynthia x reader 1x8 request:
So that’s it I guess; the Pink Ladies are over. After the impromptu fall ball replacement at the Frosty Palace Buddy and Richie got into a fight, ending up with them in jail. Olivia was understandably upset, blaming Jane for the fight. Everyone broke off, first Olivia, then Cynthia, then Jane, then me, leaving Nancy behind to clean up the mess, literally. But the Pink Ladies have been the best thing to happen to me in a long time, it couldn’t just be over.
The normal response would be to do sad, but I just felt numb, like I couldn’t really process what just happened. I walked out of the frosty palace and just stared walking. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I didn’t want to go home. The original plan was for all of us to spend the night at Jane’s after the dance and I couldn’t explain to my parents why I was home, they’d ask too many questions. I just walked.
Normally, walking clears my head but right now its just making me think of everything more. The rain had started to calm down but it was still at a depressing drizzle. I started to recognize my surroundings. Cynthia’s neighborhood. I needed to be with her. Even if it was just us sitting on opposite sides of the couch starring at a wall. I needed to be with her. I took my heels oof and started running as fast as I could toward Cynthia’s house. In the next few minutes I was knocking on her door.
After a couple seconds, she answered. She was still in her dress from the dance, but also wearing one of her dad’s jackets, her hair a mess. She looked like she had been crying. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cynthia cry. We looked at each other for a moment, not sure what to do. Suddenly, Cynthia engulfed me in a hug. My body stiffened and I got a weird feeling in my stomach. Just as quickly as it started, she let go. We stared at each other for a split second before Cynthia broke eye contact and quickly sat on her couch. I hesitantly followed her, sitting down right beside her.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I didn’t know what to say. Should we talk about what happened? Or is that the last thing we should talk about? Do we need to process everything? Or do we just need a distraction? Finally I spoke.
“You know, with that jacket that outfit is a lot more you.” She just looked at me; I said the wrong thing. After a while she replied, “what’s wrong with me?” “What? There is nothing wrong with you.” I tried to reassure her. “There is! I couldn’t be apart of the t-birds, I don’t fit in with other girls, I’ve fallen in love with someone I really shouldn’t have, and we can’t even keep the pink ladies together!” Wait, what was that third one? She likes someone. I should have figured since she’s the one who asked shy guy to the fall ball.
Shit. This is about her not me. I'll deal with my feelings later. “No one ever feels like they fit in. Olivia will come around and forgive Jane. And in the mean time, I’m still here.” She looked at me, she’d started to cry again. Her eyes get so blue when she cries. Friends. We’re friends. She likes shy guy. I snapped out of in and continued, “and that other thing, shy guy adores you.” She sat up straight and looked confused “what? Shy- I don’t like shy guy.” Oh. “I just figured because you asked him to the dance and you’re friends and that always makes things more complicated.” Cynthia seemed to get really uncomfortable and quickly mumbled “yep sure does” before standing up and walking to the kitchen.
I sat there for a few minutes, waiting for her to come back, but she didn’t. I got up to go check on her, she was just standing at the counter, looking down. “hey are you okay?” She jumped then froze for a second before saying, “I’m fine. It’s just getting late. And it’s been a long night.” I didn’t want to push her to talk about something she didn’t want to, but I have to let her know I’m here for her. “Are you sure? Because you seemed at least sort of ok before-“ “I don’t wanna talk about it, ok?!” She snapped at me. She had never even so much as raised her voice at me before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell,” she apologized, “it’s just complicated.” I stood next to her and mirrored her stance by the counter, my hand briefly brushing hers as I put it on the countertop. I went over there to say another variation of “you’re not alone” or “it’ll be ok” but once I started speaking its like I didn’t have control over my words anymore, I just had to tell her everything.
“I get it.” I started, “its like if you made a friend and they became your favorite person in the entire world, and they were your safe space, and even on your worst days they only have to make one joke to turn it all around, and they’re so different from you but somehow that’s why you’re perfect friends, and one day you realized you don’t want them to be just your friend, but its scary and you can’t tell them because-“ Cynthia stopped me, walking away saying “oh please, like anyone would ever reject you. Someone will talk to you for two minutes and fall in love with you. That’s not complicated, you just tell him and you’re fine.”
Alright. Here it goes: “Cynthia. It’s you.” She turned around to look at me, expressionless. That was the most terrifying part, I had no idea what she was thinking. She then walked up to me and kissed me. It was better than anything I could have possibly thought of. After a couple seconds we parted and just looked at each other, smiling. In true Cynthia fashion she said “I was talking about you. Earlier when I said-“ “yeah, I got that” I said laughing. She couldn’t just say “I like you too”? Gosh. I really, really like her.
The rest of the night we just sat on the couch, watching tv, just being together. Oddly enough, our dynamic didn��t change at all, just now she had her arm around me and we could kiss each other. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, or in the coming weeks, but I was perfectly happy being right here, right now.
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hellooooo it’s your friendly neighborhood elevator anon here (i told myself i’d wait a week between asking for snippets but i am not god strongest soldier 😔🫶 sooo i figured i’d test my luck)
hello friend! i too am not god's strongest soldier because I told myself I would wait until after work to reply to this, but here I am in the middle of my work day lol <3
“Woah— hey, take it easy, Buck,” Eddie urges, shifting to push at Buck’s shoulder and keep him down. “Can we get some help in here?” Eddie shouts over his shoulder before turning his sole focus back to Buck.
Buck’s eyes flick to his face, blue and bleary. They’re one of the best sights Eddie has seen. Screwing up his face, Buck swallows, once, twice — the movement looking effortful. Eddie watches as his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, his stomach flipping when his eyes find the bright red marks encircling Buck’s throat.
“Where— where’d he go?” Buck’s words are hoarse and quiet, the whisper of broken glass grating together. Eddie has to strain to hear him, leaning in close until he can feel the ghost of Buck’s breath on his face.
“Who?” Eddie asks, blood boiling.
Sucking in a breath to answer, Buck grimaces — his face twisting in pain as another painful round of coughing steals his breath away. It sounds wet and wrong, thin whimpers of pain that feel like needles through Eddie’s heart slipping out of Buck’s mouth between each gasping wheeze.
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Sugar Sugar 5
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Harry was nervous. As he kind of figured he would be- but pulling up to Sugar’s house, his knee was bouncing.
He had spent a long time picking out his own outfit. Harry hadn’t ever been so picky and nervous around anyone else, and it said a lot. She was just… different. So much so that it took him off guard sometimes. He had never been so quick to feel so infatuated with a person and have it actually stick. His crushes were fleeting but with Sugar, it was getting more and more intense as the days passed.
His car parked in front of the quaint little house and his heart swelled. He hadn’t been sure what to expect but this? This was completely and utterly his girl. Green shutters and window boxes full of yellow and orange flowers, a porch swing with soft looking cushions and pillows and plenty of places to sit and watch the neighborhood. It was lovely and felt so safe and cozy, even from the outside. There wasn’t much of a traditional lawn, more so long plants and rocks. He recognized it from some things he saw online about preserving natural habitats and that only seemed to conjure up even more affection for the woman. Her door was painted a deep purple and the siding was a cream color, well kept and it showed how much care she put into it.
The appraisal of the house was interrupted by the opening of said door to reveal the object of his affections.
His heart went to his throat as he saw her. Even from behind, he loved it. A blue and white gingham dress. It hit just above the knee and flared out, cinching at the waist and showed off her long and full legs. Simple black converse were on her feet, her hair loose and flowing. She truly was an angel, and Harry still wasn’t sure how he had managed to get a woman like her to agree to spend time with him.
THe vision nearly knocked him out when she did turn around. She looked so… happy. Happy to see him. A pep in her step as she bounced towards him, a chirpy little ‘hi!’ Peeping out as she got close enough. The most pleasant surprise, however, was the noisy kiss to the cheek and arms looping around his neck for a greeting hug. That sweet scent that he found to be so intoxicating hitting his senses. It was an immediate confidence boost, arms wrapping around her soft body and pulling her in tightly.
“Hello, beautiful girl.” He rasped against her ear. “What a greeting. I could get very used to that.” His large hand rubbed the bare part of her back, sighing at how smooth the skin was. If he wasn’t so happy, the mere power of her presence and the effect on his mood would probably scare him a bit. It did the opposite. Instant comfort enveloped him in her arms, his own kisses being left as a row resembling a crown on her hairline.
“Mmm.. you smell amazing.” Her voice was muffled against his shirt which caused a chuckle, pulling back slightly to look at her face properly. The compliment boosted him, knowing she would like the new cologne he had bought with her in mind. Most notes being noticeable being sandalwood and oak. Sweet and spicy. He took her face in one hand and smiled slightly down at her pretty little face. She had worn a little makeup today, knowing from her pestering that Harry would budge for one or two hints. All she had gotten was that it was outdoors and to wear closed toe shoes.
She had no idea about the picnic he had packed in the trunk of his car, the destination, any other bit.
“Thank you.” He was dazed by the smile she had hinted up at him with. It seemed like she knew exactly what to do to knock him on his metaphorical ass, make his heart yearn for her little motions and quirks. “Your home is lovely. I hope I get a tour one day.” Some would say it’s presumptuous of him, but Harry tended to choose to look at it as manifesting. It’s something Y/N had spoken about and posted about on her socials. Her brow quirked up at the comment but in reality, it made her stomach fill with butterflies. Butterflies had never existed before him, that 3was for sure. Never at this level.
“I’d like that. Thanks, by the way.” He nearly mourned the loss of her as she stepped out of his grasp, but she grabbed his wrist as she walked over to his car. It was a standard Range Rover, but she knew he also had a vintage jaguar. How did he make the money for both? On a new business salary? Hm.
She would focus on that later.
Her hand went for the door but his beat hers to it. Opening it up and taking her smaller hand in his own, helping her in. Like a gentleman. No one had ever done it, despite it being such a simple show of manners, and that made her flush down her neck. Harry put more effort into these two dates and their daily meetings for a snack than anyone else ever had in her history of dating. Once she was settled and had her belt on, Harry rounded the car and made his way into the drivers seat.
Y/N hadn’t expected to find something as simple as driving to be sexy- but harry continued to prove to her time and time again that even the most menial of tasks could be sensual when he did it. Fixing the hair on his head, twisting the rings back into position, anything the man did had her heartbeat quickening. In more places than one.
So when he turned around in the seat, hand on the back of hers and backed up out of her drive? She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. It was such a stupid thing but… his hands. The control. The spinning of the wheel and turning around, even when there was a backup camera? Oh, she was sweating. Not to mention he looked fucking fantastic.
He was casual but so effortlessly cool that she couldn’t help but be jealous. He was wearing signature cream colored linen pants, which were a choice for the outdoors, but he rocked them. A loose white tee shirt draped over his body with ease. Everything he wore seemed to be made just for him, the pants tapering in on the waist and showing his body shape. They clung to his thighs, especially as he sat there driving but she didn’t mind the view at all.
The cute little blue bandana was tied around his neck was a quirky little detail she found to be even more endearing. On his head was a pair of white oval sunglasses she is positive no one but Harry could pull off. On her, they’d look like goggles. But him? They worked. It was slightly infuriating that he was so good looking and made anything look magazine worthy, but also damn near fascinating.
“So where are we going?” She asked quietly, getting comfortable as he began to drive. He had evaded answers for so long and Y/N was naturally inquisitive, much to Harry’s added stress to keep it all a well planned secret.
“M’not telling you, sweets.” He hummed. The ringed hand left one side of the steering wheel to grab her thigh, gently squeezing it in apology. “Sorry. I will tell you that you will like it.” Or he hoped. If she didn’t care, he would probably dig a hole in the ground and become fertilizer for said sunflowers.
“Fine.” Her huff made him laugh, nodding towards his phone in the holder clip. “None of that now, Sugar. Been plannin’ this date in detail for a bit so I want it to be a proper surprise. It isn’t… huge, but it’s something I thought of you immediately for. Go on and pick out a song if you’d like. I made a playlist for the drive.” He murmured earnestly.
“I know, I know. Sorry. I don’t mean to be annoying.” Her tone quieted. “I’m just excited. No one’s ever taken me on a surprise date. Honestly? I don’t care if it's a pile of mud we are visiting. You thought of me and wanted to take me. That means more to me than any fancy restaurant.” Her hand topped his, sliding her hand through the spaces between his. He swore he could feel himself purr at the contact.
It hurt him to think that she hadn’t been treated like a princess before. It was cliche and cringe to say out loud but that’s what she deserved. Effort. She had done so much for him already. Helped him settled in a brand new space, made him a welcome basket without even knowing him. She had no clue then, and now really, how good it felt to be appreciated and respected without any sort of expectation. Not like how it used to be, at least. Moving here had been his new start and so far? It was going swimmingly. Y//N was a large part of that.
There was a comfortable silence as he brought her hand up to his mouth to tenderly kiss the back of it, setting it back in place. They just needed to keep driving. Her curiosity would be sated soon.
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“Oh, my god.” The watery croak left her as she got out of the car. A few minute prior, Harry had stopped the car and asked her to put on a blindfold. She had joked about being the dumb girl in horror movies when she had agreed to put it on, but now? Now, she was in awe.
Thousands. There had to be thousands of sunflowers in the field in front of them, never in her life having ever seen this many. It was a sea of shades of yellows and orange and green. Large stems, the face of the flowers up and perked as they bathed in the sunlight. Bigger than she had ever seen, more vivid. It didn’t feel real. Y/N hand;t known this was here and that itself was a shock- but the fact that Harry did?
Her throat felt thick as she turned to him. He didn’t even know how much it meant to her. How one thing she’s said in passing stuck with him enough to seek this out and find a perfect place to bring her. Her eyes were soft and wer and he panicked slightly, taking her by the face and fretting slightly over her.
“Shit. Are you okay? I didn’t.. Didn’t mean t’make you cry, Sugar. Did i mess up?” He fucking hoped not.
Instead of a verbal answer, she attacked him in a hug. Burying her face in his neck, holding tighter on to him than he had when she initially saw him today. Without a question the embrace was returned, his hand holding the back of her head as his chest went wild. So she didn’t hate it? She wouldn’t have. Her fingers held a death grip on the back of his shirt as she took deep inhales. “It’s alright.” His deep voice soothed, unsure how to proceed but wanting to make sure that above all else, she was comfortable.
“M’okay.” She whispered. “Just… it means so much to me, H.” She whispered up at him, eyes soft and her whole demeanor gooey and melty. He noticed it immediately. She looked up at him as if he had just given her the damn moon- and for someone as witchy as she was? That was massive. It was as if a layer of her that he hadn’t quite seeen had been peeled off. A layer of protection, he thinks. No one who wasn’t serous would go through this amount of effort. “I only talked once about the sunflowers. How did you remember?”
“I remember the things you say.” He said back. “And… i dunno.It felt like you were in love with ‘Em by the way you looked at them. It stuck with me.” Because he wanted to be on the receiving end of that gaze.. it. Was still early on in the relationship, it’s only just blossomed but… he wanted to see it bloom.
It was insane to her, but Y/N could feel the genuine energy from him. He had done it solely for her. His hand threaded through hers as she pulled back, the tears gone now as she looked up at the man who seemed to continue to mystify her. Ironic, isn’t it?
“Well,” she paused, taking a breath as she looked over his slightly nervous face, “thank you. I’m so happy. What can we do here?”
That began the pace of the date. He left the picnic in the car, wanting that to be part 2 to their surprise. With their hand’s joined, he listed off the things to do that had been advertised on the website. He bought all access tickets for the day, not wanting to miss out on anything she could possibly want to do.
“We can pick our own bundles of sunflowers, for one. We can learn what to do to harvest seeds and hoe to tell when they’re ready to be eaten.” He listed off. It was a lot to list off the top of his head. “They’ve got a cool shop with all sorts of sunflower themed things. A maze. And we can take photos with them. I figured… You love photos but there aren’t ever a ton of you, i can take some for you.” The last one was a bit of a shy suggestion, but it didn’t stop him from adding in another thing that melted her, “and I’d like a new Lock Screen. Pretty flowers and a pretty girl.” The shrug made her scoff.
“I think you’re a government experiment. There’s no way in hell that you’re a real person.” Her eyes squinted up at him. “Too perfect. Too good looking. Too thoughtful. It’s highly suspicious if you ask me.” And he was into her. Into her enough to think these thoughtful dates out and want her as his damn phone background. His dazzling smile was just for her. Christ. A man like him, so keen on making her happy, wanted to go through all this effort to make her smile, thoughtful and kind and everything that had been in her mushy dreams of finding a Prince Charming was coming to life.
His face flushed pink at her teasing praise, smiling at the ground before looking back at her. “It’s hard to stay away from you in general. You’re amazing, Sugar.” His hand squeezed hers lightly as they walked closer to the bright yellow flowers. “I’m no government experiment, but it is a first for me. Wanting to do everything for you. I just want to impress you, make you want to keep seeing me.” What Y/N didn’t understand was that she was everything. She had not only the most beautiful appearance that Harry had ever seen, but she was addicting. Her energy was soft and comforting and alluring, she pulled him in every which way. The woman was intriguing and beautiful and so kind it hurt, all while not being a pushover. Something Harry struggled with for a long, long time by himself.
“Trust me, I have no plans of letting you go. If you’ll have me.” His words had made her feel like the was floating. Warm and fuzzy and giddy, like she was years younger and her crush had asked her to the dance. Harry didn’t seem to have as many problems communicating exactly how he felt as she did, but she figured that would be beneficial for her considering she was trying to learn. There was a slight pause in their step as she raised up to kiss his cheek very quickly before tugging him along towards the first flowers she could get to.
Harry was happy to follow her. He’d follow her anywhere.
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Y/N knew he said he would take photos, but she hadn’t realized he would do a full on photo shoot. The camera around his neck was used to snap shots when she was cutting the stems, placing them delicately into the shallow basket perfectly shaped for the flowers to lay. His phone had come out a few times to capture a few, murmuring little things about how beautiful she was. The entire thing was so new. At first she was a little uncomfortable with the intense attention, but realizing he was genuinely enjoying doing it and hearing his happy murmurs and compliments raised her confidence to a level she hadn’t been at before. Harry was unapologetic about how beautiful he thought she was.
She knew he didn’t know just how much it meant to her. After her previous relationship where he had been ashamed, embarrassed even, to step out with someone who was fat? It was a breath of fresh air. There was no dropping of hands, no moving away when other people passed, not a lick of shame or embarrassment at anyone who looked at them on their way deeper into the fields. This was what she deserved, of course, and she knew it. It was just difficult at times to let go of the past threads of traumatic experiences she was still trying to cut away.
Y/N was incredibly confident and she loved her body. Loved her existence, loved being the way she way and her life. It wasn’t always this way, but she knew she deserved this. Y/N, and frankly, every fat person deserves someone to love them fully and unapologetically. However seeing it happen in real time versus knowing it was a bit shocking.
“Let me get some of you.” She demanded when the basket was halfway full. “You can get some of the taller ones, and honestly? I want a new lock screen as well.” There. She had said it. Been up front and flirty, and god was she rewarded. The smile on his face, bright and happy and so fucking stunning it nearly knocked her on her ass was everything. Harry was unnaturally beautiful and any camera would be lucky to capture it.
“Hmmm. Okay, though I have to say the camera will definitely favor you more.” He was warm in the cheeks at the idea of her being proud of being with him, too. Wanting to see him on the screen of her phone with her favorite flowers behind him. A pep in his step was visible as his form reached her, hanging the camera around her neck and taking the basket and shears from her.
There was the perfect sunflower, the cutting point just above where Y/N could reach. The flowers were massive and even Harry had been stunned at the sheer height of them, but he was able to easily reach. Arms lifting higher above his head, Y/N couldn’t help but look. Couldn’t help but admire the muscles in his arms as he flexed them shears cutting through the thick stem and the tattoos in the sunlight, the outline of them, the thoughts of what arms like that could do… the weird urge to lick them.
God, she was fucked. It was so, so unfair to her to have a man like this around.
It wasn’t like she didn’t think about the fact that he matched a lot of what she had put into her manifesto on journal. Which also tremendously freaked her out, considering it was a handmade, hand bound journal with sunflowers embossed on the front. She had been creating her own reality. Sometimes it was difficult to realize her full inner power, and yet… here she was.
Tattoos? Check.
Tall? Check.
Accepting? Double check.
Green eyes? Check.
Accent? Check again.
Adventurous? Check.
Even the fucking Dimples.
It had made her a bit spooked once she had realized. Still, she was thankful.
“Look at you go!” She crooned. “Handsome boy. Model material, that’s what you are.” Her cheeks flushed at her own words, not used to being so open to hype up a man, let alone one she liked. “New lock screen. No doubt about that.”
Harry turned to look at her with the most devastatingly beautiful smile. Again, she was filled with the overwhelming warmth he had filled her with. The urge to kiss, to grab his stupidly cute face and smooch all over his cheeks and keep that smile on his face fully. Y/N had never felt this way before.
“Gonna blow my ego up to the sun, darling.” He teased back, bringing down the sunflower and holding it out to her. Y/N had enough sense to snap a photo, getting probably the most perfect picture she could have. The handsome man handing her a sunflower. Like a dream come true. It gave her a weird sense of deja vu. Not necessarily like she had been here before- but like it was supposed to happen.
“Don’t need any help with that, Aquarius.” Her little smirk had him gasping in faux dramatic offense.
“Excuuuuuse me. I can’t help when I was born. And that I’m the best sign.” A little sniff played into the dramatics, though in reality Harry knew next to nothing other than the fact he was an Aquarius and Y/N had laughed at that. Said it explained him perfectly.
“Would have thought you were a Leo.” Fingers poked into his side making him squeal, dropping the flower into the basket in surprise. “Dramatic, a bit vain, all the attention goes to you…. But see, you are definitely an Aquarius. Quirky, alien, not like the other guys.” Maybe dragging him to filth, maybe not.
“Okay, now you’re makin’ fun.” His arm wrapped around her warm waist, pouting just a bit as he looked at her. If he continues to look at her like that she wouldn’t be responsible for her own actions.
“I am.” Her arm wrapped around his shoulder in response to his own, tilting her head back. In this light, the sun backlit him and his hair in a way that stole her breath yet again. Y/N had always known she was attracted to Harry, that he was one of if not the most attractive man she had ever encountered. This moment, though, caught her by surprise. “You’re so pretty.”
It had been blurted out, words not meaning to be spilled, but Harry himself flushed happily. Her words meant more to him than anyone else’s. He had a bit of a thing for praise, genuine praise, and seeing that she was thinking that so hard that it flew out of the pretty lips he had been admiring had him giddy. Summer sunshine was directly soaking his heart.
“I am?” He cooed, grinning at the compliment. “You’re full of compliments for me today, Sugar. So, so sweet. Should eat you up.” In more ways than one. His thumb grazed her chin, tilting it to kiss the very very corner of her mouth. “Makin’ me blush. It’s unfair, I think.”
Everything he did sent her into a dizzy spell. The way he handled her so effortlessly, like touching her was the most natural thing in the world? Y/N felt weak in the knees already. The effect he had on her was hypnotizing. If the kids running past them didn’t knock her out of her fantasy, she could have stood in his arms for hours just to stare at him. Absorb his energy. Harry was a soft, bubble pink. Soft green. A hint of yellow,some lavender peeking through. His aura colors stuck out to be the prettiest kind of mix she had ever seen.
“Let’s go, Sugar.” He brushed a bit of the hair from her shoulder. “Got more things to do with you.”
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Jonatello fanfic I made ! 🫶
Feel free to give me constructive criticism, I’m 13 years old so I’m not the best at writing lol . Its also kind of sloppy (I think) so idk advice is appreciated
WARNING : angsty af lol, theres some blood but its not very in depth
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Crickets chirped, bugs buzzed. The ominous forest crept with all sorts of exotic, intriguing creatures. It was a dark night, the leaves swaying along in a steady rhythm with the cold night wind. Yet of course, there was a mission the turtles needed to take action on, which was about a new mutant that had been causing a ruckus around the town, always leaving sticks and muddy trails to the forest. Which is how they ended up right in front of it. The blue masked turtle, Leo, was already giving her brothers orders. She was the leader after all.
“Okay.. Mikey, Raph, you two go with each other —“ Before she could finish, Raphael had already interrupted her with an annoyed groan.
“Mikey?! Come on, why can’t I go with Casey?!” He asked in a miffed tone of voice.
“Oh come on dude, I’m not THAT bad!” Mikey said in a playful tone. He wasn’t so affected by Raph’s arrogance, it was normal for him, especially as a little brother. Casey let out a chuckle, but Leo wasn’t having it.
“Enough already! Raph, just go with Mikey. Just follow orders.” Leo demanded, which was followed up with an irritated huff from Raph.
“Alright .. Casey, Donnie, you two go together.” Again, Leo was interrupted.
“What?!” Casey and Donnie both blurted out in synchronization.
“No way! I’m not going with this dull-witted jerk!” Donnie said, nudging Caseys shoulder roughly.
“Hey! What does that even mean!?” Casey fired back at Donnie, looking at him with an annoyed glare.
“Oh, use some context clues shells-for-brains!”
“No way you just said that, you’re the turtle!”
The two went on with their banter for a bit, Mikey and Raph enjoying the show a bit too much. Soon enough, Leo let a light groan escape under her breath.
“Alright, alright, enough you two!” She shouted out. The two boys were practically butting heads, but she pushed them away from each other so this argument wouldn’t escalate.
“Don’t argue too much, got it? That goes for you too.” Leo shot Mikey and Raph a piercing glare.
“Aye-aye, captain!” Mikey exclaimed, and with that, Mikey and Raph ventured off into the eerie forest. Leo sighed, then looked at Casey and Donnie, signaling for them to go too. They obliged, traveling into the uncanny forest.
The two boys stepped foot into the forest, the sound of grass being pushed up against the muddy ground and the snapping of twigs was the only thing heard in the moment. Casey was being his regular cocky self, stepping ahead of Donnie and taking the lead.
“Come on, Don-tron! Don’t pussy out now!” He said in a snide tone. The turtle rolled his eyes, scanning the area for any potential dangers.
“Yeah, okay Casey.” He said back, with a more irritated tone compared to Caseys. The gloomy forest crawled with all sorts of interesting topics, to Donnie at least, but the eeriness of it all kept him distracted. Donnie had a terrible premonition about this path, but he quickly dismissed these feelings in his head. He tried his best to focus on the main task at hand, looking for any signs of the new mutant that had been causing major disruption around the town. No one knew much about this new mutant, other than it was rather big and always made huge messes around the neighborhood.
“Keep up, would ya’?” Casey gave Donnie a huge, snarky grin as he ran through the forest. Donnie lectured him for running, as it was dangerous to run through such a dense, murky forest. Despite Donnies scolding, both boys heard a loud SNAP! from behind them. They both abruptly diverted their attention to behind them, doing a sharp 180 spin around. A dark, black figure was lurking in the depths of the forests shadows. Donnie stepped back, bumping into Casey unwittingly. He turned around out of instinct to what he had just clashed with.
“DONNIE!”
Heavy pants from their own breathing and the sound of twigs snapping, following it up with languid, raucous stomps. The two boys ran for their life through the crammed forest. Out of fear, they stuck to each other like glue. It was difficult to breath, and both of them were gasping for air as they raced through the gloomy forest, fearing for their own lives.
“You .. you know man ..” Casey stammered out through gasps for air.
“I’ve needed to tell you something.” He managed out once more, making sharp turns and dragging Donnie with him. Donnie glanced over at Casey, but then diverted his attention back to where he was running.
“What?! This isn’t the best time, Casey!” He blurted out, not in the mood for any of Caseys foolishness right now.
Casey was reluctant, with his words, and it was almost like he was putting it off. Eventually, he got out the words he needed to say.
“I.. I love you man! Like, really really! Not in a friend way. You .. you know?!” He fumbled over his words, squeezing his eyes shut as he ran through the grim forest. Donnies eyes widened in surprise, he looked over at Casey. Both of their hearts were beating out of their chests. Both for the same two reasons.
“W .. What?!” Donnie blurted out, completely dumbstruck by Caseys impulsive confession. He was so stressed in the moment, he just stopped in his tracks and looked at Casey, dumbfounded. Both of their faces tinted a crimson red color. Caseys pupils dilated, his eyes fixed on the figure behind Donnie.
“DONNIE!”
Emotion bottled up inside turtles body, before the top of the bottle bursted open and waves came flowing out. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the boys paint splattered, torn hoodie. He didn’t even care for the aching pain in his legs, he didn’t care that he himself was covered in immense amounts of blood, he didn’t care that he was trembling. He held Casey close, not letting go for a second.
“Casey.. wake up.. please..” He pleaded, an imploring look plastered on his face as he looked down at the lifeless boy. The flow of blood from the boys chest was torrential and rapid. Donnie untied his purple mask, holding the bandana up to Caseys wound. The red blood seeped through the purple fabric. Donnies body got weaker, and weaker.. yet he never stopped begging for Casey to wake up. His sobs never stopped. His pleads never stopped. Til his body began to feel numb and tender. He stared at the limp boys body, the way his eyes were bloodshot and open. It was a horrific scene. He winced with pain as he tried to move his body. He looked down at himself, blood pouring out of his own wounds. So he waited there, and waited, and waited. Til a dark black abyss surrounded his mind, and he was finally at rest. With Casey right by his side, forever.
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Read about maggie am doml brainrotting so hard
Literally imagined her with hcs and all
So let me fill you in 🫶
Bear with me but she'd have those woolen caps that have a pom pom on the top and two strings dangling down and its a pumpkin and the pom pom amd strings are brown like a stump and roots
Shed have mixed genes like- ruggies kind of hair where it good fron dark to light except it's daisy's blonde shade and daisy eyes but instead of blue it has grey hues-
Fluffy hair... Please fluffy hair in low pony tails that look like buns cuz they are so poofy. I imagine shed get it from Ruggies grandma cuz i hc her that way-
Chubby cheeks cuz grim influenced her and she has snacking habits.
100% a daddys girl-
Has a lik locket deuce bought for her but ace insists its a combined gift
Wears those overall skirt things-
Anyways disregard these completely if you want cuz you must have the opposite in mind
KJSKSJSOD AWWWW THESE ARE ALL SO CUTEKDJDKE
I haven't thought too deep about Maggie actually! Since she's a child oc of Ruggie and Daisy she's not really a focus so I didn't spend much time thinking about her, but I do have her appearance in mind and a few headcanons!
I imagine her having fluffy and poofy hair in pigtails, so very similar to what you suggested!! Though I think her hair would be more reminiscent of Ruggie while her eyes would be brown like Daisy's~ I like to think she has at least three moles/beauty marks on her face and she's a hyena beastman as well (I have absolutely no clue how a mix of a human and a beastman would look so I'm just making her a beastman--)
The whole thing with the chubby cheeks make so much sense AHHH daiggie would love to spoil her and give her tons of food since they'd have a more stable life, so she would be a bit more chubby than most of my OCs — this is also me trying to force myself to draw different body types
Maggie being a daddy's girl is SOOO REAL. I believe Ruggie is very family oriented because of how much he cares about his Grammy + the neighborhood kids so he'd dote on her a lot! Everytime Daisy would try to scold her for doing something bad — though Daisy is never a mean parent, she's very much into gentle parenting — Ruggie would come around and defend her-- only to then be scolded with his daughter 😞💔 (he tried)
The pumpkin hat and the locket thing is such a cute idea!! Uncle Ace and uncle Deuce would probably give her lots of gifts 🥹🥹
#💙! mah's answers#💙! moots!!!#💙! addie<3#look at what u did#now i gotta write her personality and give her a design and assign her a dorm and--#sigh#ty for brainrotting with me🥺🥺#💙! daiggie#i think?
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POV: ur dating Austin Butler 🥰🥀
🏹 Style - Taylor Swift
🥀 Trouble - Austin Butler
🥰 Africa - Toto
✨ Blue Suede Shoes - Elvis Presley
🦋 Stand By Me - Ben E. King
😎 Sparks - Coldplay
🌹 Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood
🎸 Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant
🎟️ Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey
🫶🏻 Adore You - Harry Styles
💌 Red (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift
💋Hopelessly Devoted To You - Olivia Newton-John
🐇 Kiss You - One Direction
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