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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Your and Astarion's Son Gets His Babyfangs
Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff, nose boop, kissing, family fluff, Astarion is a good dad
A/N: Written for @animeopal66! I should write more fluffy family fics. I gotta get some more ideas.
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Your son has been really fussy for the past week and neither you or Astarion could figure out why that was. He got all his needed hours of sleep, he always had his toys at hand, both you and Astarion spent time with him, played with him and always came running when he cried and he wasn't hungry either. In fact you were feeding him right now.
He was a little sleepy but you held him against your chest while Astarion waited, watching you both with a dreamy look. There was a time, a long time that he never thought he would have a family of any kind, much less both a wife and a son.
"Maybe he's a little drama queen like his dad." You only half joked when you said that.
"Me? A drama queen? That hurts to hear darling." Astarion reached over the table and booped you on the nose. His finger was slightly cold, but you noticed that your son's temperature was more like your own.
His ears however were like Astarion's, so was his hair. His eyes though? Your color, which according to your husband was a much better outcome, he liked your eyes.
You couldn't lean over to kiss him unfortunately but you could blow him an air kiss, "You know you're a- ouch!" You looked down to your son, he was still latching onto your breast like nothing was wrong.
"What's wrong?!" Astarion nearly jumped from his chair in alarm.
"He bit me." You pouted before realizing what that mean, "Astarion, he bit me. Hold on." As soon as you pushed your son away from the source of his food he got fussy and teary eyed, which was to be expected. "Shhh, it's okay little guy. Your dad and I want to check for something."
"Let me see, let me see. Has he already-?" Astarion knelt down and tilted his son's head up, his eyes widening with happiness when he saw the smallest fangs. "Oh my gods! So cute!" Your husband nearly started crying. Yup, drama queen.
Okay, not so much because you were on the verge of tears too. "I guess that explains his fussiness lately. You're growing up so fast." You cupped your son's cheek and kissed the other, making him giggle since the two of you were now giggling. "Astarion, we're not trying for another one, stop looking at me like that."
"Looking at you like what? I'm just so happy to have you two in my life." Astarion kissed you quickly, deliberately sounding out the 'mwah' which made your son giggle even more.
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lnfours · 9 months
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SEQUEL TO HAUNTED W CONRAD! Where she finds out 👀👀
oh fuck. warnings: mentions of death, cancer and mental health
'haunted' | inbox
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you hadn't seen conrad at all the rest of the summer. it wasn't like you wanted to necessarily see him, either. what was there left to say anyway?
you had gotten to say bye to jere, steven and belly, but ignored conrad with a cold shoulder. you knew you were wrong, but he had hurt you. you couldn't help it.
this summer, the fishers didn't come to their beach house. steven, belly and laurel weren't there. for once in your entire lifetime, the house sat empty, and it only made your heart hurt more.
the icing on the cake was that your mom had seen a for sale sign in the front yard on her early morning jog that morning. the fishers and the conklins were never coming back, and you didn't know why.
you were laying out by the pool your family had put in over the spring, your phone buzzing on the little table next to you. you picked it up, reading the name at the top of your phone screen.
jeremiah fisher
you swiped it over, pressing the phone to your ear, "hello?"
"hey, y/n," you could hear his polite smile and the sound of wind in the background, "are you in cousins?"
you licked your lips, sitting up, "yeah, why? are you guys finally on your way?"
"no, uhm," jere said, "conrad is missing."
"what do you mean 'missing'?"
you heard belly's voice suddenly on the other end, "look, we checked brown already and his roommate said he talked about going to the beach. cousin's is the only beach conrad would ever go to. i know it's a long short, have you seen him or heard from him?"
you let out a shaky breath, "no, but i can check around the town for you guys, how far away are you?"
"couple hours out, still," jeremiah said, "i'll text you when we're crossing the bridge into town."
you nodded, speaking up when you realized they couldn't see you, "okay, i'll text you with updates."
"thanks a lot, y/n." jere said
"you're the best!" you smiled as belly sighed out of relief. you hung up with your friends, tugging your shorts on and slipping into your flip flops. you left the shorts unbuttoned, letting them sit lowly on your hips and your bikini bottoms sticking out from the top.
you made your way over to the fisher house, spotting conrad's car. you swallowed thickly as you walked up to the front door. you knocked, pulling your fist back as you sighed.
there was no answer.
you made your way through the gate and to the backyard. you looked around, a towel laying down on the grass next to the pool, but no sign of conrad. you thought of the last place he would be, walking over to the side of the house and grabbing jeremiah's surfboard. you made your way down to the beach, tugging your shorts off before you made your way into the ocean. you paddled out on jere's surfboard. you let the waves rock you back and forth as you watched conrad surf, smiling to yourself as he pulled off one of the tricks you had shown him. he looked over at you when you clapped your hands.
"nice job, fisher!"
you swore you almost saw a smile on his face as he paddled over to you. you smiled as he floated on his board next to you.
"hey," he said.
"hi," you said back, his hair wavy from the salt water, "didn't think you guys were coming this summer."
he nodded, sniffling as he looked out at the ocean, "yeah, we're... not really supposed to be here."
you looked at him confused, "what do you mean?"
he sighed, "i've got a lot to catch you up on."
you smiled as you squinted out at the waves, "well, i've got nothing but time. hit me, sea creature."
he laughed softly, remembering the nickname you had called him one drunken summer afternoon when he had seaweed all over him from surfing.
"talk over something to eat? i'm starving." he said. you nodded, following him as you both paddled to shore. you threw on your shorts and carried both of your pairs of flip flops as he carried the boards back. he hung them back up on the side of the house, tossing you a towel from the deck. you thanked him as he wrapped one around himself as well, the two of you heading inside.
it was scarily bare in the normally full of life summer house. there wasn't any food in the fridge or the pantry, there wasn't any of the clutter from siblings leaving their things behind. there wasn't the sound of belly and steven arguing in the living room over the tv, and jeremiah wasn't playing music up in his bedroom.
it was eerie. none of it felt like the home you were used to it being.
"i'm gonna order a pizza," he said, "still like your usual?"
you smiled, "yeah,"
he nodded, pressing the phone to his ear as he ordered. you played with your fingers as you waited for him to hang up.
"so," you broke the silence, "what's up? what is that you have to tell me?"
he let out a sigh, looking down at the floor, "my mom's cancer came back last spring. she died a couple months ago."
your eyes watered as you watched him look back up at you with glossy eyes. he continued, "i found out before everyone else and i couldn't tell anyone. that's why i was so shitty to you last year, i didn't know how to deal with loss when she wasn't even gone yet. i'm so sorry. for hurting you."
you wiped the tears from your eyes, getting up from your seat at the island. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a hug. he happily accepted your hug, holding you tight against his body.
"i'm so sorry, connie," you said, "i wish i had known sooner."
he let out a soft chuckle, "i thought you hated me."
you shook your head, brushing his hair from his forehead after you pulled away, "i could never hate you, conrad."
it was silent for a minute, "there's uh... there's more."
you raised an eyebrow, "there's more?"
he nodded, "i also found out that my dad had an affair the same day i found out my mom's cancer came back."
you shook your head, "what a fucking ass."
he nodded, "i know."
you sighed, "anything else happen?"
he let out a chuckle, "found out yesterday the house was going up for sale. apparently, when my mom died, my aunt julia got the house because my mom's half went to her. she wants to sell it and this is the only piece i have left of my mom. the only place that feels like home without her."
you watched as a small tear slipped down his cheek. you frowned, wiping it with the pads of your thumbs.
"c'mere," you said softly, his front breaking down as he nuzzled into your shoulder. you rubbed his back, your other hand playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.
"i'm sorry," he mumbled.
"no, you don't have to apologize," you said, "it's okay. you were going through all of this alone. i just wish you would've told me so you didn't have to."
he held you tighter, "i tried, i just couldn't."
you pulled back, lifting his head by his chin for him to look at you. you smiled, wiping more tears from his cheeks, "well, i'm not going anywhere now, okay?"
he nodded, smiling softly into your palm and pressing a gentle kiss on the skin there.
"i love you." he mumbled against your soft skin.
he finally said it back.
"i love you, con."
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tyongf-nct · 1 year
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♡ but you’re the one I want - choi seungcheol fluff {1k words} ♡
inspired by the song Chloe by Emblem 3 (who remembers them lolol)
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dynamic: choi seungcheol x female reader
warnings/tags: fluff, reader has a hot older sister, but coups just wants her 😩, general cutesy vibes, high school au
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As much as I loved my older sister, having a popular older sibling that received 90% of the attention both at home and in school took its toll. We were only one year apart but I felt worlds away from her. She had an easy beauty about her, shining like a pearl and pulling everyone in with her natural charm. I was more of a simple rock. Pretty from some perspectives but not as bright in the sunlight. My sister was amazing in every way, and I was proud to be related to her. But a small part of me was jealous that she found love and friendships to be so easy, so simple. She never had to try to make friends or secure a date with the boys she liked. I tried to emulate her, but we were different, at our cores.
I held out hope that my longtime crush, Choi Seungcheol, would turn a blind eye to my beautiful sister and perhaps see the shadow behind her. Me. We were casual friends at best, close acquaintances at worst. Seungcheol was popular among his crowd but didn’t shine as brightly as my sister did. No one stood out quite like her. He was handsome, though, and easy to talk to. He had a way of looking through me, rather than simply looking at me. He never seemed to be in a rush to end our conversations and spent time with me at lunch or between classes when we crossed paths. It made butterflies flutter in my stomach each time we talked.
“Trade?” I knew his voice from just one simple word. I looked up from my usual spot on the corner of the bleachers overlooking the athletic field, my simple lunch on my lap in front me. Seungcheol held a bag of salty chips as he smiled gently down at me and I knew he wanted to swap them for my sweet ones. He had an insatiable sweet tooth, and I was a sucker for savory snacks.
“Sure,” I grinned, handing over my packet in exchange for his. Our fingers brushed, the shock of it zapping me hard enough to make me yank my fingers away. I laughed awkwardly, heat creeping up my neck as I tore open the bag and shoveled several chips past my lips. They scraped the roof of my mouth sharply and I winced, earning a chuckle out of Seungcheol.
“Be careful,” he spoke quietly, a crooked smile on his handsome face. I nodded, munching away and refusing to make eye contact. That moment that our hands made contact replayed in my mind over and over, distracting me so much that I didn’t notice Seungcheol trying to get my attention until his hand was shaking my shoulder.
“Huh?” I jerked my head to meet his eyes. They crinkled in amusement, his head shaking lightly.
“I said, I had something I wanted to tell you,” he said with that deep voice of his.
“Oh! Of course, of course, go ahead. I’m listening, I swear,” I smiled encouragingly. He loosened a laugh through his nose, and turned away to stare at the metal seats in front of us. The sun was warm and I noted the small beads of sweat clinging to his dark hair. He bit his bottom lip, and I could have sworn he looked nervous.
“I was just saying that…I-I wanted to ask if-if you’d be interested in going on a date…with me..?” He stuttered. My mind blanked momentarily, and I frowned in confusion.
“Huh?” I blurted once again.
“If you don’t want to, I totally get it. And if this is making you uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll shut up immediately. I just, I’ve had a crush on you for a while. You seemed so…preoccupied with other things that I thought you really weren’t interested. But lately it sort of seemed like…anyway, I like you. And I’d really like to take you out, if that’s something you’d like as well. You’re a great friend and…and I think you’re really beautiful,” he confessed with a gentle smile. I held eye contact with him for what felt like the first time since we had met and didn’t turn away in embarrassment or nerves. Seungcheol’s expression was sincere as he patiently awaited my response.
“You-you…you like me? Not my sister?” I asked. Seungcheol cocked his head to the side.
“What? What does your sister have to do with any of this?”
“She doesn’t, I suppose. It’s just, well, everyone likes her. She’s the one everyone confesses to and wants to be with. Not that I blame them, I mean, look at her. I just, I figured someone as handsome as you would prefer her,” I rambled.
“You think I’m handsome?” He smirked. I coughed awkwardly, the heat from earlier crawling its way back up my neck.
“I-that’s not the point. The point is, why me?”
“You should have a little more confidence in yourself,” Seungcheol grinned. I laughed lightly, shoving his shoulder gently. It was annoyingly firm with muscle.
“I have confidence. I just know how it is, that’s all,” I stared at my fidgeting hands, the plastic of the chips bag crinkling loudly. The sound was interrupted as Seungcheol grasped my hands with his own, turning his knees so he was facing me entirely. I looked up and tried to smooth my face into a neutral expression.
“Listen, I know your sister is the one everyone else wants. But you’re the one I want. I mean that sincerely. And if you feel the same way, or even if you would just consider trying things out with me, it would make me so happy. You are everything that I want,” he sighed softly, his round eyes looking at me intently.
I smiled, unable to school my expression any longer and nodded.
“Yes. Yes, I’d like that. To go out with you, I mean. I…” I took a deep breath, gathering every bit of bravery I had, “I like you too.”
Seungcheol beamed, his hands squeezing mine once before letting them go. I shoved them under my legs before I could embarrass myself for reaching for him again.
“Good. That’s…that’s good. Great,” he amended, and I chuckled. We smiled in silence as the afternoon sun continued to warm us from above, and I felt particularly shiny that day in a way that was different from my sister at the prospect of what was to come.
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astrajeons · 10 months
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╱ ✹ ㅤ ▬▬ ❛ in which you reassure and wash all of jungkook’s nerves away before he performs dreamers at the fifa . . . ❜ ㅤ© ASTRAJEONS,ㅤ 2023
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. . . this blurb is so old but i wanted to share this with you guys in honor of jk’s fifa performance.
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“jungkook, can you stop pacing, please?”
the soft footfalls of your nervous boyfriend filled your ears while you sat on a seat analyzing his every move. it seemed like he didn't hear you since he kept on muttering under his breath and walking back a forth in front of you. it was starting to make you dizzy.
you sighed and stood up, pulling the hem of your dress down which had previously risen a little too much, and approached jungkook. your hands reached to touch him and rested on his forearms. he snapped out of whatever he was saying and turned his attention to you.
“calm down, jungkookie,” you spoke softly, patting his cheek a few times and leading him toward the couch where you had previously sat. “you'll do great. you have nothing to worry about,”
jungkook's lips turned upwards at your intent to place his nervousness at ease but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. it was too busy thinking negatively. he hadn't gotten much time to practice the choreography of dreamers and he worked very hard to learn whatever he could in such little time.
he was so excited to be able to perform, yet, so sure that he would certainly mess something up in front of millions of people that would be watching him. you watched as he started to bite his bottom lip and crack his knuckles — habits he had picked up from you throughout your relationship.
you reached your hands to his and locked them together, stopping him from cracking his knuckles. “i know what you're thinking about and you need to stop, babe,”
“i can't help it!” he groaned, rubbing his face with his hands in a swift motion.
with your gentle touch, you guided jungkook's head to your chest and instead of playing with his hair like you always do, you started caressing soothing circles and letters on his back so that his hair didn't get messy before he performed.
jungkook breathed out a few times to swallow his nerves and relax under your touch. his eyes closed slightly after you placed a lingering kiss on the top of his head.
“what if i mess up one of the steps?” he worried. “i didn't have much time to learn the choreography what if i ruin the whole performance?”
“look at me, koo,” you commented with a small smile plastered on your glossy lips. jungkook wrapped his arms around you and lifted his head out of your chest to look at you, eyes glistening with doubt and the adoration they always held for you. “stop saying stuff like that. you worked hard to learn the choreography with the little time you had and you did a fucking amazing job during rehearsal. i'll be cheering for you during every moment. no matter what happens, you'll do great, baby. believe in yourself. you've got this,”
jungkook grinned like an idiot and leaned closer to you, rubbing his nose against yours before placing not one — not two — but three kisses on your forehead. i love you was what he said through those kisses and it caused you to giggle.
“i love you too, m’love,” you firmly replied.
and thanks to your encouraging words and support, jungkook managed to accomplish a perfect performance.
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stardustluvs · 5 months
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Hi, I loved your writing for Nolan✨️✨️
Is your order open? If not, you can disregard this ask
my idea: after recording "7 days drifting at sea" Nolan arriving home and just wanting to rest his girlfriend. I need more Nolan stuff! he is so funny and cute
Fighting Sleep - Nolan X Reader
Word Count: 838
Pairing: Nolan Hansen x fem!Reader
Summary: What the req says
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Am I the Nolan blog yet?
Requests are open! || masterlist
It had already been nearly an hour since Nolan’s been home, and he was visibly exhausted. You couldn’t really blame him either. He had been gone a whole week on a raft in the middle of the sea, and you hadn’t really had a way to keep in contact with him.
He hugged you for what felt like ten years, not that you were complaining, the second he saw you.
It was probably the longest you two had been apart since you started going out, and it was only for a week, which really spoke volumes. Who was to blame you though? You were basically attached at the hip. You had been invited to nearly every video set, and it was very rare that you declined, just because you wanted to be near Nolan.
You did however, decline the offer for this video. It didn’t appeal to you at all and you had no desire to drift at sea for a week, not when you had your own things to tend to here at home. You didn’t even really want Nolan to go, but for whatever reason, he accepted Jimmy’s offer.
Currently it was going on eight pm, and the house fell silent as you laid cuddled up with Nolan in your shared bedroom. A movie played softly on the TV, but you were positive neither of you were paying attention. He was too busy running a hand through your hair gently, or whispering to you about how much he missed you.
“I wish you were there, but I’m also glad you weren’t,” He laughed softly.
You tilted your head up a little to look at him. You moved up slightly to kiss his cheek.
“I’m glad I wasn’t there either,” You responded, poking fun at the fact that you knew it could not have been enjoyable, judging by the fact that Nolan just seemed so drained.
“Why don’t you sleep, you’re tired,” You told him.
He just shook his head, “I just want to lay here with you,” He replied, trying to hide the fact that he yawned almost immediately after.
You gave him a knowing look but decided to not push, knowing that he’d be out like a light soon enough. You were just waiting for it to happen.
He kissed the top of your head before you snuggled back up to his chest. You wished he never left, and you were just so glad to have him back in your space.
His arms which had been wrapped around your body squeezed you lightly. If you hadn't known that he was tired before, you would have figured he was exhausted by now.
You glanced up at him again, watching him fight sleep. You noticed the way his eyes would shut for a few moments before he would open them again, over and over.
"Sleep, Nol..." You whispered, "I'll still be here in the morning," You reassured.
"No, I'm fine, I wanna stay up with you for a bit longer," He insisted, shifting a little as a way to try to keep himself awake.
"From what I heard, you barely slept at all this week, don't keep yourself exhausted," You said, offering a slight laugh at the end of your sentence, trying to prove how ridiculous he was being.
He just shook his head and you rolled your eyes, "Tell me about your week," He said.
"Just hung around, missing you. Wondering why on Earth you wanted to do this video," You teased.
He knew it definitely was not a video for everyone, but he appreciated the challenge and knew it couldn't be so bad as long as his friends had been there with him. He did feel a little iffy about drifting at sea with no way to expect what would happen next, but Jimmy had reassured him at least twenty times that everything would be completely under control.
Well, everything but the weather.
The weather was the worst part, and he's surprised he didn't end up sick from being out in the rain like that, or even the heat.
"I missed you too, a lot," He replied, "I'm glad I get to be home now."
You were glad too. If you could, you'd never let him leave your side, but that was unrealistic, and you refused to be that kind of girlfriend. He reminded you of how he appreciated you nearly every day.
After a few beats of silence, you noticed the way his breathing slowed. You felt his arms loosen around your body, and you smiled to yourself.
You smiled softly at him before reaching down and pulling the blankets over the two of you a little higher. You shifted slightly, getting comfy before shutting your eyes.
Honestly, you hoped he'd never leave for something like that again, but you knew it was inevitable, and as long as was enjoying himself. Though, you didn't quite see the appeal in drifting in open water for a week straight, but to each their own.
"Goodnight, Nolan."
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starstruckwillows · 1 year
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♡ peace - r.w ♡
i'm excited for christmas
ron weasley x reader, gender neutral reader, house neutral reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader is tired, nightmare, nervous skin picking, swears
you have a 'nightmare' and seek out your boyfriend
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your legs swung, not touching the floor beneath the bathroom counter, as you bit into your nails nervously. the dark seemed to be adhesive, and you couldn't shake your unease.
death eaters trampling down hogwarts and all those you loved, those you disliked, those you'd never really known. all dead, and you were joining them, and a new world would reign terror.
rapid blinking involuntarily took you by surprise repeatedly as you laid off your cuticles in favour of gnawing the skin of your thumb instead.
you stayed trembling for a few minutes before deciding screw that, and hopping down from the counter.
why you ever left the safety of your dorm, you didn't know, but now you were traipsing the chilly, cobblestone corridors and shivering out of both fear and lowering temperature.
socks dotted with hearts, a present from ron, were your only barrier from the cold floor. ron was your only barrier from the cold.
as the christmas season rolled in, many students were home. you knew for a fact that the only one in your boyfriend's dorm other than your boyfriend himself was harry...
... whom you found solidly asleep on the sofa of the common room when you arrived.
you were thankful for the extra space.
knocking tentatively on the door, you shook your head at yourself. as if the log that was ron would ever wake up from light tapping from the hallway.
instead, you pushed into the room and flicked the bright light on with a downright mischievous grin. the redhead sprawled every which way across his bed suddenly bolted up, the looks travelling his face mercurial as he processed he'd been woken up, but by you.
your smile slipped as he opened his duvet up for you to crawl into, flicking off the light with his wand. his warm hand encircled your waist beneath your pyjama top, and you saw the frown when he touched your frozen skin.
"have you been outside?"
"no, bathroom." you murmured, stuffing your face into the pillow for its heat.
his other arm wrapped around your back, fingers winding into your hair and almost holding you in place at his chest.
"what happened?" he mumbled, face half smushed from where it rested against your head.
you smiled lightly at the sound, shrugging as much as the current position allowed you to before dismissively answering, "just, y'know. bad feeling about all this shit."
ron had discussed with you before the vivid potential dumbledore had explained to you about seers blood lacing your body.
you weren't sure how much stock to put in it, and the last thing you wanted to do was scare ron too, so you kept to yourself the fact that the dream felt more real, like a premonition, than an actual dream.
"these are scary times love, bloody hell everyone's scared."
"are you?"
he paused for a moment, his thumb pressing light circles into your leg.
"maybe. a little. not with you here, though."
you nodded and hummed your agreement as the sleep you so desperately needed snuck into your muscles, untensing them slowly as you sunk further into the maroon sheets.
time warped in these midnight scenes, lovers on the verge of consciousness tangled with each other in a soft warmth that spreads into their hearts and bodies. hours may have passed or seconds, but it was pure content. protected from anything that existed outside of the other.
peace in wartime.
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gemini-sensei · 1 year
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Shy!Eli x Chubby!Cheerleader!Reader 📣
(unedited)(I love him so much)
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The only good thing about outdoor P.E. is that the class has to share the field with the cheerleaders. They're often off to the side while the class plays soccer or some other game Eli doesn't care much for. He's usually forgotten about by his team, so he stands around in his gym clothes while the more athletic kids took it seriously.
His eyes are immediately drawn to the cheer squad. They're far more interesting, and not just because they're in cheer uniforms and pretty. They're entertaining, practicing their chants and routine. They go through formations and practice tossing each other in the air. He likes their smiles and energy, wishing he could be that happy to be outside in the hot Cali sun.
Despite being one of the second row girls, Reader always catches his eye. She's loud and giggly, a standout among her other cheerleaders because of her figure. She's bigger than the other girls, thick thighs under her shirt, fatty arms waving in the air, pudgy tummy peeking out between her uniform. The slightest movement makes her body jiggle and sway; when she jumps, her boobs bounce and when she lands on her feet, her thighs shake.
People looknat her weirdly at first, wondering how she got on the team. Then they see her perform and applaud her and the other cheerleaders, pumped up. It's her big smile and unbridled sense of school spirit that put her in good with the coach and head cheerleader. She's strong foundation for the pyramid a d holds up her teammates when they get into formation. She's also a catcher, happily holding her arms open for her falling teammates when they are thrown into the air and when they get down from stunts.
Eli thinks she deserved more spotlight. She knows how to work a crowd, get people pumped up. Even when their teams are losing, she manages to bring spirit to the them and the audience. She's also just really sweet, a kind girl on the field and in the halls.
It's not hard to say I has a little crush on her.
He's so distracted during one of the soccer games, he almost doesn't hear the people calling out to him.
"Yo, Lip!" someone shouts.
He looks up just in time to get a soccer ball to the face. His nose hurts as he falls to the ground and a gush of warm blood runs down his face. He holds his nose and mouth, trying not to taste it as it wets his lips and drips onto the grass. His eyes are shut tightly as he hears people talking, and he can discern that it was a genuine accident trying to pass him the ball for once. What hurts most is his classmates don't even know, or care to use, his real name.
He opens his eyes to the bright blue sky, but it's quickly obscured.
"Oh my god!" A sweet voice cries out.
Some cheerleaders make it to him before his classmates of the P.E. teacher. Moon bends over, looking down at him with her pompoms still in hand. "Is he alive?"
"Of course he's alive," another girl says. She huffs at the question and rolls her eyes. "You can't die from a nose bleed."
"That's not exactly true," Reader says. She's standing over him, too, but is the only one that extends her hand to him. "Let me help you."
He stares at her, awestruck that she spoke to him. He blinks.
"I think he hit his head," Moon says.
"Well no shit, he got a soccer ball kicked into his face."
His body moves automatically, his cheeks tinted red not just because of the nose bleed. He takes Reader's hand, his grip flimsy and weak compared to her strong and firm hold. She pulls him up, gets him on his feet, and uses her other hand to steady him by grabbing his shoulder.
"That's a real gusher you have there," she says, eyes trained on his nose. Despite her more serious tone, she keeps an optimistic smile.
By then, his teacher has come up and told everyone else to stay back. He looks at Eli's face and tells him to go to the nurse to get cleaned up, but Reader objects to him going alone. She offers to walk him there, in case he feels woozy. What she doesn't know is she's already made him feel that way.
So she walks him to the nurse's office, but no one is there. They walk in and Reader sits him on the bed, telling him to stay put. Then she starts moving around the room, grabbing him some tissues and making him an ice pack. She sits beside him and wipes the blood away while he holds the pack on his nose. It's already sore, but she's very gentle with each stroke of the wet wipe. He's still bleeding, but not as bad as before, and she's quick to catch any fresh blood while she's still cleaning him up.
He works hard not to squirm under her touch. He feels her fingers rub across the ridges of his scar. It's the slightest difference, barely a bump on his skin, but he knows it's noticeable. If not in texture, than in color. He knows she sees it and probably thinks it's gross.
When she's done, she lets him have a tissue to stuff up his nose, in hopes that the bleeding will stop soon.
"I think that'll do it," she tells him as she's still cleaning his hand. The dried blood in his palm is icky, but she does t seem to mind, wiping it up and tossing the little rag in the trash. She smiles at him. "Are you okay?"
He looks down at his lap and nods. His face is still burning hot, embarrassment well spread throughout his body as he nervously picks at his clothes. He doesn't want to look at her.
She stands up and cleans up whatever supplies she was using, then washes her hands. When she's not looking, he can't help but watch her. She's humming as she puts everything back where she found it.
The room isn't unbearably quiet or awkward despite his nervousness. They're alone, no one watching them, watching him, to see when they'd slip up or make a mistake. No one was there to laugh at him. One social pressure was gone, just to be replaced by another.
Before he knows it, everything is wrapped up. She smiles kindly as they walk out of the nurse's office and start walking back to the field. It's quiet between them and Eli feels bad for it. There's a small voice in the back of his head telling him to say something to her, but he doesn't know what. He feels the opportunity slipping away the closer they get to the exit, knowing that as soon as they cross the threshold, she'll forget all about him. He'll ne er get the chance again.
Just as they approach the double doors, he reaches out and tugs on her uniform top. She turns and smiles, bright eyes curious. "Yeah?"
He stared at his feet, then shyly looked at her. "Th-thank you."
Her cheeks soften and relax. She hums softly, then cheerfully answers, "no problem!"
Then she leans in and plants a kiss on his cheek. His heart skips, his eyes widened, and she giggles. He can't think very well all of a sudden and he stares at her, and all she does is smile and turn. Leading him outside, she opens the door and he wears a small grin of his own as the sun hits his face.
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randonauticrap · 9 months
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With Your Love ~ Blurb
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You curled up against his broad chest, smiling down at the book you were reading but not absorbing any of the words. His strong arms encircled you, and you giggled softly, nestling closer to his teakwood-scented sweater. You had dreamed of moments like this since you were a teen: perched underneath a brilliantly colored tree that dropped leaves of red and gold in the crisp, gentle breeze, with your love.
Your love.
He dropped a kiss on the top of your head and your smile grew, threatening to crack beyond the limits of your face, and you turned your head upward to meet his velvety lips in a kiss; a kiss that he deepened as he gently wrapped his large hand around the column of your neck, tilting your chin upwards to command the angle of your mouth himself. You hummed into him, and he smiled onto your lips, a smile you would never tire of. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, and there you sat, fully at peace with your life, with your love. 
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pbnjparker · 2 years
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favorite crime | t. holland
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an: hopefully u all enjoy this little smau, love u all
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader [olivia rodrigo fc]
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yourinstagram me & my lil baby <3
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ynhq LOVE TO SEE IT
irisapatow counting down the days till may 21
tomholland2013 i thought i was ur baby
yourinstagram lmfao keep telling urself that bud
harryholland64 SO EXCITED BESTIE
conangray MY TWO BEAUTIES AHH
zendaya proud of you girl <3 
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tomholland2013 lil y/n would be proud of you love. happy sour day x
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zendaya omg this pic im-
hazosterfield congrats on the album y/n
yourinstagram you're done for holland
tomholland2013 i thought this picture was really cute 😭
yourinstagram shut up
harryholland64 im your biggest fan
yourinstagram ty i love all my fans
ynhq WE’RE LIVING FOR THE SUPPORT
user324 tom supporting y/n goals 😭
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yourinstagram introducing the mastermind behind favorite crime (not really though) thank u to everyone who has been with me throughout this journey! it has truly been an amazing experience! and a big thank you to tommy <3 for staying up with me on those endless nights. love you forever and always xx
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irisapatow WHOS CUTTING ONIONS RN
conangray *sobs quietly in the corner*
zendaya im not crying just sweating thru my eyes
tomholland2013 anything 4 u bub <3 glad to have been apart of this journey with you
yourinstagram love u 4ever i guess
tomholland2013 but you just said
yourinstagram shut up
ynhq our queen has us crying omfg 😭😭
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yourinstagram PHEWWWW who’s man?? happy birthday to the love of my life <3 thank you for being tolerable most days 😋
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yourinstagram for those of u wondering he is my man :p i don't make the rules i just enforce them
tomholland2013 love 😭
yourinstagram what 🤨 do you want to go back to being my sneaky link??
tomholland2013 no
yourinstagram that's what i thought 
zendaya happy birthday spiderman!
lifeisaloha happy day of birth to u! tomholland2013
ynhq have the happiest of birthdays! tomholland2013
irisapatow y/n u crack me up
yourinstagram i know😭 one of us has to be the comedian in the relationship
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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year
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Summary: Just a short blurb about y/n and child trying to wait up for Harry to get home but they end up falling asleep and Harry comes home and takes in the image.
Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy talk
Master
∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘
"When's daddy coming home?" Your little girl asks while rubbing her eyes, "I want DaDa."
"He'll be home soon, sweetheart." You brush her hair out of her face and smile, "You look so sleepy, do you want to go lay down?"
She shakes her head, "No I want to see daddy."
"Okay, how about we go wait for him in your bedroom, yeah? Mama can read you a book while we wait?"
"Dr. Seuss! Dr. Seuss!" She claps her hands as she prances to her bedroom, you close on her tail. She jumps on her bed and you sit down next to her, grabbing the very over-read Cat And The Hat book from her book basket.
"Do you want to turn the pages tonight?" You glance down at her and see her nodding while rubbing her eyes again, knowing she won't be awake for much longer.
"Okay. Ready?" You open the book and begin to read. Her little fingers turn the pages as you go. You get to page four and look down when you notice the page hasn't turned.
She's asleep.
You close the book and set it on the stand, grabbing your phone and snapping a picture of your sleeping little angel.
You send it to Harry, She tried so hard to stay awake for you.
A few minutes later Harry responds, Damn, and I'm almost home, too.
You smile and swipe your thumb over the keyboard with your hand that isn't trapped under the child, Can't wait to see you.
You set your phone down on your lap and lay your head back, humming slightly as you close your eyes, not knowing that you'll also fall asleep.
A short time later, Harry enters the house and closes the door quietly. He sets his bags down and hangs his keys on the hook. He turns around, waiting for you to come to him but the house is silent.
He walks into the living room, empty.
He walks back the hall to check the bathroom, empty.
He checks the bedroom you share, empty.
He finally reaches your daughters room and instantly smiles. He leans against the door frame, crossing his arms as he takes it in.
He loves watching you be the mother of his daughter. He is so thankful that he gets to come home to you two. Take you two on tour with him. Have a family with you two.
He feels like he couldn't be luckier.
He steps in the room and pulls out his phone, snapping a few pictures of you asleep with your daughter before walking around to you.
He gently lays a hand on your shoulder and taps his fingers. He brushes hair from your face while whispering, "Honey, I'm home."
You smile as soon as you hear his voice and flutter your eyes open. You turn your head and look up at him with a smile, "Hey, baby." You whisper quietly, "How was your day?"
He motions towards the door with a nod, "Come to bed and I'll tell you." You nod and slowly slip yourself free from under your daughter. She stirs but instantly falls back asleep. You give her a quick kiss before standing up.
Harry leans down and gives her a quick kiss and whispers an "I love you sweetie, sweet dreams."
You smile and wrap your arms around his waist, admiring the life you and him made before quietly sneaking out of the room.
You walk to the bedroom and lean against the door frame, waiting for Harry to notice what's laying on the bed.
Your heart starts to beat faster as he turns and freezes.
"W-what?" He quickly turns towards you, "You're what?" He covers his mouth with his fingers and smiles, "Oh my god."
He picks up the little onesie and reads it aloud, "Three plus one." He looks at you with glassy eyes, "When did you find out?"
You push off of the door frame and walk over to him, "Last week, but I had to wait for this onesie to come in the mail. I wanted to do something cute."
He wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you up off the ground, "I'm so excited." He sets you down and gives you a kiss, "Are you feeling okay?"
You shrug and nod, "Mornings are great but come lunch time, I'm trying not to gag while making your daughter a peanut butter sandwich."
He chuckles and shakes his head, "I love you. I love you. I love you so so much." He hugs you and buries his face into your neck, "Thank you for being the best mommy to our babies."
"Thank you for being the best daddy to our babies." You smile and kiss him, "I love you."
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If you have any cute blurb/one shot ideas, send them my way!
Tag list: @daddybuckethat @hsonlyangelxo @harrysluvv @tbsloneely @haroldsbabymama @victoria-styles
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angelltheninth · 4 months
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Astarion Comforting You During Your Period
Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, period cramps, cuddles, kissing, biting, drinking blood
A/N: Another fluffy Astarion commission. Periods suck, but so does he, just in a more fun way.
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"Darling?" Astarion stirred next to you at the first ray of sunlight, his arm winding around your middle, "I can hear you whimpering. Are you..." He inhaled sharply, the deep, strong smell of iron overloading all his senses. "Oh. You are... on your time of the month aren't you?"
You groaned and curled further into yourself, wincing when another jolt of pain stabbed at your lower abdomen. A cold yet caring hand rubbed along your arm, and pretty soon you felt his cheek press against yours too, lips ghosting over your skin. He was trying to make you feel better, but no amount of cuddles would make the cramps go away or the bleeding stop.
"Is there anything you crave? I'll go and get you anything you need." Kiss after soothing kiss pressed against your cheek, behind your ear, eventfully coaxing you to look at him. "There she is."
He rose up and scooted forward to kiss you but you placed your hand over his soft lips, making him arch an eyebrow in question, "Don't. I feel so gross right now."
"You're never gross to me." His lips ticked your fingers as his hands kept running up and down your body, now a little lower, on your hips.
"I'm bleeding, it feels gross, I feel sick, everything hurts and I..." Tears of frustration welled at the corners of your eyes, "This is so stupid."
Astarion's lips were back on you, kissing away your tears of frustration. "It's alright darling. I'm here. I can't pretend to know what you're going through, but I'm ready to help. For now I can take some of your pain away, feed a little and then I'll be off to buy you whatever it is you need."
"F-Feed from? Astarion! That's gross!" You cringed at the thought. The only time you'd ever cringe from the image of him between your legs.
"What?" The scent coming from between your legs made his nose twitch. "Oh!" He laughed, showing his pretty fangs, "No darling not from there. From your neck." His explanation combined with the mirth in his red eyes made your body feel even hotter. "It will make you feel good. Take your mind off the pain."
True, his bites were heavenly really.
"Not too much. I'm already bleeding." Red eyes twinkled as he approached your neck, mouth parting in anticipation, tongue licking over the familiar and marked spot on your neck. His body was half on top of you. Normally you would have him fully on you and grinding against him but the only thing you could summon strength for was draping them over his shoulders.
He took your warning to heart, fangs piercing soft skin, sucking, pressing his mouth and tongue against you, every cell in his body revitalized and energized by the coppery liquid flowing into his mouth and down his throat. It didn't matter where in your cycle you were, you always tasted sweet to him.
A low whine sounded from you when he pulled his fangs out and grinned down at you, "Now we're both covered in blood." Except it looked cute on him. Cute and hot.
The rush of wetness between your legs wasn't arousal though, it was much more sticky. You pressed your head into his shoulder and groaned until it stopped. His lips whispered comforting words to you, knowing it may not be much but he was doing his best. "Tea. I need you to go into town and buy me some herbal tea. It will help with the cramps and the bleeding. And lots of clean cloth. I don't want to wash everything I own at the end of this."
"Done and done." He pulled you into a long hug, nuzzling his nose against you and taking deep breath of your scent. "Anything for you my love."
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lnfours · 9 months
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Would you do a little blurb with tom with I Can See You where reader is in the marketing team for his new movie and they are not aloud to interact with each other a lot?
screaming. crying. throwing up
inbox 💌 | listen
-> i just love this gif, sorry
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working for marvel marketing team had it's perks, of course. you got to hang out on different sets of the upcoming movies, you got to go to premieres, hang out with the casts.
but the best of the perks? it had to be tom.
you had met him while filming the behind the scenes interviews for civil war, and the rest was history.
you two had always been pining over each other in secret, but you were always adamant about staying just friends and keeping it professional. you didn't want things to get messy, especially with the press hot on his heels about his love life.
it wasn't until recently that the two of you started seeing each other for non-work-related things in secret. he would come over and knock on your door at midnight, and of course you'd let him in.
but he was bad at keeping it a secret, like most things. every time you would pass him in the hallway of the studio building, he'd let his eyes linger on you as he walked with jon watts, talking about the script for the movie.
he'd pretend he was listening, but in reality, he was sending you a knowing look. you didn't feed into it, just keeping a smile on your face and nodding politely at him as you brushed past.
it was the end of the day and your feet were getting sore from wearing heels all day. you exhaled softly as you noticed a figure leaning against the door to your office. his head looked up from his phone as he heard the click of your heels on the tile heading his way.
he smiled, tucking his phone in his pocket as you sent him a questioning look, "mr. holland."
"hi, y/n."
one of your coworkers walked past, sending a small smile towards tom. he reciprocated as you opened the door.
"can i help you with something?" you asked before he closed the door. you stood with your arms crossed as he locked the handle behind him.
"just wanted to know where you wanted to go for dinner."
you sighed, "nowhere."
"c'mon," he sighed, walking towards you as you leaned against your desk, he put his hands on your arms, "i know a really great spot downtown, the paparazzi aren't allowed anywhere near."
you rolled your eyes, smiling at him, "i wish i could, but it's a risk. it's a risk that you're even standing here right now."
"i know," he said, "but isn't life about taking risks?"
"not the kind that threaten my job," you leaned up and ruffled his curls, "'m sorry."
"who said we had to be seen together? we could always show up separate, y'know? like a secret mission type of meeting."
you laughed, "tom, no-"
"please, let me just take you out to dinner."
you sighed, biting down on your bottom lip as you rolled your eyes, "okay, okay. fine. you win."
he smiled, leaning down and kissing you sweetly, "good. i can meet you there at 8?"
you nodded and smiled, brushing hair out of your face, "okay."
he backed up from you, quietly unlocking the door. you smiled at him as he walked out of your office, closing the door behind him.
"hey, tom!" you heard jacob's voice from outside the room, "jon's looking for us, gonna wrap soon."
"sounds good, mate. let's go."
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Just in time for the spring blooms.
“I want another one… What do you think?” A curve of a smile grew on his face as he reached for his plate with his half-finished slice of birthday cake. She glanced back at him, sat on the soft play-mat with their one-year old, now fast asleep in her arms. 
She chuckled, “Another baby? Screw that! As much fun as it is making babies with you, I am perfectly content with this munchkin for now. I think that he is perfectly happy without a sibling for now.” Reaching for the table to help her up, she planted a gentle kiss to the top of the baby’s head as he stirred softly in her arms.
They’d talked about it before, raising a family. Whispered plans in the dark turning into shining eyes and surprised gasps after a month of “not not trying”.
All things considered, it had been a relatively easy pregnancy. Well, excluding the tears when the bakery had run out of jam doughnuts, or his belly laughs as she stood upright with hands on hips in the July heat, feet submerged in the paddling pool to ease her swollen feet.
They’d found out quite early, only three weeks, thanks to a bout of what was originally thought to be food poisoning but had stuck long enough to raise suspicions. As he called in sick for her again three days after eating some questionable sushi, he had stopped mid-sentence, quickly thanking her boss for understanding, and rushed back to her. The words had tripped on his tongue as he smoothed her hair back, keeping his excitement at bay until they were sure, until they were safe.
The next eight months had flown by, heads spinning as list after list was written and ticked off. Evenings spent reading to her bump as she snoozed, snoring softly as a movie credits played in the background. Weekends strolling hand in hand with steaming cups of tea, soaking up the time left just the two of us.
When he had come, on a bright July morning, it had been an absolute blur, running on pure adrenaline and gas and air as she brought their baby into the world. And when they heard his strong cries cutting through the air, they’d both burst into tears, brimming over with pride, exhaustion and delight.
She smiled as she remembered the early days of bleary eyes and sleepless nights, an endless stream of nappies and bottles. Not yet, she thought, sipping her tea as she settled next to him on the sofa. Not just yet.
But, being young and irresponsible, it wasn’t long before she was back at the bakery every morning, a grin on her face as unwrapped yet another jam doughnut. A daughter this time, the doctor had said, due in time for the spring flowers to bloom. 
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violetsandfluff · 2 years
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Imagine Niall trying to kiss you but your hair keeps going into his mouth. He takes the scrunchie off your wrist and tries to tie your hair back. His hands get tangled in your hair and instead of putting it up, he ends up kissing you hair and all.
“Ugh, c’mon, Love,” Niall let out an exasperated sigh. “Let’s tie that hair of yours back so I don’t eat it, hm?”
You were slightly irritated at him pulling out of the kiss when it had gotten so hot, but you couldn’t help kissing his chest. He smelled so good and he tasted even better. Licking long stripes like a hungry kitten across his chest, you curled up into a tiny ball beside him.
“Lift yer head up, Y/N,” Niall instructed delicately. “Haven’t got all day, have we?” His voice was so gentle and he was always so kind and sincere. He couldn’t make anyone do anything if he tried, no matter how big or scary he puffed up his chest to be. You just always did what he asked because of how compelling he was.
You lifted your head enough to be called an obedient little girl, but little enough to still be called a little brat.
Whisking the scrunchie off your wrist, attempted to tie your hair back. He did it confidently, having seen you do it yourself many times. His brows furrowed with concentration and he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around what was going wrong. The task proved to be more difficult than he had anticipated.
His hands and the velvety scrunchie became entangled in your hair and eventually he aborted his mission.
“Right then,” he huffed in annoyance. “We don’t need that up, do we?”
You chuckled softly. He had been so intent on doing your hair, watching him give up was painfully funny.
He smashed your eager lips together again, holding your curls out of your face in place of a hair tie.
His tongue caressed yours, ticking it delightfully. A soft, lonely moan escaped your lips, causing Niall’s ego to inflate.
It never hurt him, knowing he had some power over something or someone. Even if it wasn’t your mane.
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fall2forget · 2 years
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Hi! It’s me Ninetails! Dreamers helping me get a prom dress today and it gave me an Idea! Imagine Let’s call them Mc asking Eret or techno to prom as friends because their scared to go by themselves!
•Eret would be flattered and talk excitedly about matching outfits with Mc and help them find the perfect outfit, hairstyle, and/or makeup(if they wear it it’s not just a female thing). During the actual prom she’d stay with the Mc chatting with them and calming them if it sets off their anxiety. He’d probably help them with dancing as well if the Mc is self conscious about their skills.
•Techno would probably be as awkward as the Mc at prom but he would stay by their side and protect them if their bulled or teased. The shopping would be weird but he would help and probably give them a crown like his own so that you both match.
Ninetails anon
These are absolutely adorable good gracious I'm actually going to prom today cause I missed my senior prom and some lowerclassmen friends invited me to theirs
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gemini-sensei · 1 year
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I'm in the mood to write both angst and fluff, so if you have any angst or fluff blurb requests, send them in 👀
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