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bahrtofane · 2 months

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promises under the stars - jude pov

Jude never meant to replace you. But that's how it ended up isn't it. There's no one to blame but himself, no one behind each and every decision that now has him standing at the end of an aisle, waiting for his bride. A bride that isn't you.

highly highly recommend reading this fic first. or else it kinda doesnt make a whole lot of sense on its own. then come back here. this is kinda like a part 2? kinda

shout out to this anon for this idea ! hope you like it

word count - 2.1K+

watch it - well angst, yet again. pregnancy talks the works. sorry if i used ur name for his wife xoxo. enjooyyy

p.s. - shout out to @anadiasmount for the inspo to create the image at the end ! go read all her stuff yall so good

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He thinks the moment it all comes crumbling down is when he gets word of you getting mobbed. After you've just been to Madrid with him. And he can't do anything about it but send security and hope it doesn't get out of hand.

He expects you to give up right then and there, curse him and wish for him to have nothing to do with your life again. But you don't. You can never bring yourself to blame him. To hate him.

Then comes your whole family suing him for something completely out of his control. Fresh after your father has threatened him, this is just what they need to come after him legally.

It's okay because they don't win. Of course they don't. How stupid do you have to be to try and sue for going on vacation for someone you love. He wants to call you every step of the way. But his lawyer warns against it. So he doesn't. And you’re left in the dark.

Do you even know that they've tried to sue?

He can guess what you're thinking. He knows you too well. You think this is him taking an exit from his life. He doesn't want it to be this way. Maybe its for the best after all he finds himself thinking. Back to the thoughts of letting you go for your good as much as his.

But like most things in life, things get muddy.

He spends his time in a whirlwind of emotions, all leading back to you. He can not go more than an hour without you in his mind.

Even if his texting habits dont show it, he wants to talk to you every second of every day. Do you remember when he would call you to complain about the mundane. When he stubbed his toe, or drank out of his mind, pressing his nose against the screen trying to feel you against him.

Things have changed. He’s no longer the same youthful Jude with a penchant for recklessness. Taking day trips to see you, skirting around paparazzi and your families just to have a moment together.

He misses you, but he’s scared to reach out again. So he remains silent and an onlooker to your life.

Funny isn't it. World class player with more money than he knows what to do with is scared to text you in fear of what your families will say or do.

And yet, he can’t stay away for long can he. His resolve breaks on your birthday. Months and years have gone by. Legal cases are drawn out go figure. And he's been so busy with games every few days and events he can never say no too. When he gets home his bones ache, only finding the strength to clean himself up and go to bed.

When he calls you he realizes maybe it's too late. That waiting for things to blow over have left a gap in your time together. He knows nothing but memories. Your life eludes him. He tries to go back truly, but seeing your story while you're out with friends, smiling- actually smiling. He thinks he better not intrude.

His mother isn't helping one bit. She's come to the conclusion that the only way to move on and get your family off his back for good is to just move on. Find a “nice sensible girl” she says, smiling.

Jude doesn't want to. It makes him sick. Kicking and screaming the whole way about it. It’s not a bad idea in theory. Pretend to date someone. Your family gets off his back his family of yours boom you can be happy together again.

So he can learn who you are again. Find a way into your life. Do you still tilt your head when you're confused? He needs to get back to you. He can't let someone like you leave. He doesn’t just love you, he’s fascinated with the person you’ve grown into.

The thought of you with anyone else makes him sick. He still loves you, and he makes himself believe that the same is true.

If only right.

He meets Kaylie in the dead of winter. At a sponsorship event that he completely forgets about and shows up an hour late to. He looks around trying to find his agent but before he can even say his usual rounds of hellos he spots his mother standing with a blonde who clutches her necklace to her chest while she laughs.

This is the start of his own nightmare.

He comes back around when he knows he has to. After taking his sweet time talking to everyone. He tries to look for help to get out of the encounter but it's already too late. His mother is flagging him down. So he walks over, already sweating.

His mother all but pushes them together.

“What a couple you two are.” she beams, hands clasped together.

He gives a tight lipped smile and tries to wiggle his way out the awkward slew of introductions Kaylie gives of herself. But his mother gives him a look, grabbing into his arm and making stand and listen.

There's a look in his mothers eye, he knows what it means. This is the woman that's supposed to replace you. He feels sick.

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Along the way he thinks that maybe this is what's best for him. For you.

His family all love Kaylie. And she's sweet enough.

Nothing like you, dragging him into different clubs while you linked arms to get ice cream at the same time.

He finds it hard to keep up with her. Her life is fast paced, more so than his. Every time he calls she's in a different country it seems, catching flights and going to fancy resorts.

You never minded a quiet night in. Its what you loved, being able to exist with him.

Most of all she doesnt know him. She knows Jude Bellingham. The player, the figure, the celebrity. She doesn't know that he has a bad habit of touching his ears when he's nervous, how his eyes go wide at praise and teasing. How without a hundred reminders and alarms he truly would be late for everything. You always helped getting him to things on time.

When you were both awkward pre teens struggling to make sense of the world, you’d stop by his house to make sure he wouldn’t miss the bus. Sitting next to him on the beaten leather seats, and spitting facts you learned the day before.

He always listened. He still would today.

He doesn't think Kaylie’s noticed anything about him. She spends most of their time together taking pictures and flaunting him around. He pretends it doesn't bother him. Is the peace even worth it at this point?

She doesn't know how much he loves making little daisy chains, how much he loved putting them in your hair when you were kids. You’d throw a fit, but he never missed the look in your eyes when his fingers would swoop down to settle them gently.

Kaylie is beautiful. But she's not beautiful like you. She may have an expensive taste for clothes that allows her to put together a stunning outfit for any occasion, cleavage on display while she pouts her lips and bats her eyelashes for a kiss. Kisses he never gives her. He can't. Not when he knows you wait for him.

Sure she's great by the average man's standards. But she's not lovely like you. You could be in a trash bag and he'd still think you're the most gorgeous person on the planet.

He thinks this whole Kaylie thing will blow over, that he'll be able to get back to you.

And he tells her this.

He goes through the motions, just to shut everyone up.

Sitting her down when his mother isn’t around, “I don't love you. I will never be okay. I'm only here to get my mom off my back.”

And she laughs, flicking her hair over her shoulder, “Okay Judey whatever you say,” bracelets clanking together.

The name makes him want to hurl. “Get out of my house.”

Kaylie has got it in her head that she's here to stay. They've gotten into screaming matches because she's gotten her hands on the spare key and spends her days lounging in his house while he's away. They're not even officially dating by any means.

And he keeps finding her in his bed, in nothing but one of his shirts. Giggling and acting coy. He's losing his patience and losing it fast.

“Why did you give her the key.” Jude storms into his mothers house.

She's making tea, swirling a spoon in her mug,”she's your woman isn't she. She needs one.”

“No. She's not my woman and you know that. Everyone that.”

She set the spoon down in the sink, going over to where Jude stands.

“Jude. you need to focus on what's good for you. And she wasn't good. You should be lucky that they didn't win the case. I went and told them about Kaylie and how wonderful she is. Be thankful. “

He's losing his mind. He needs to talk to you.

He gets the chance when he's back in his hometown. And he sees you. He doesn’t think he could ever miss you, not even in a crowd. A rush of people stop him from running right to you. So instead he texts you. For the first time in ages.

Was nice seeing you.

He hopes you can read between the lines, that you still know him well enough to understand what he really means.

I still see you.

For Jude is a coward.

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You dont reply. He forces himself to go back to what hes been forced to know.

Kaylie is all over him, hands roaming his body. There are days when he gives in. Sharing a bed with her as a cruel demented way to find some sort of release from everything that goes on around him. The look on her face after its all set and done makes him genuinely want to punch something. A look of arrogance, like she's won something.

And to top it all off he's been called up for England. His life gets even busier, if possible. Trying to keep up with it all proves to be grueling.

But light comes in the form of you. In the form of a single text.

Watched you play tonight. I'm proud of you.

You're proud of him? You watched him?

The words bring him to near sobs, the light of his phone illuminating his hotel room while hes getting changed into his pjs. It's completely dark, his personal preference. And hes so happy he would fly the damn plane himself to see you.

Before he can even think of a reply Kaylie tells him she's pregnant. Barging into his room with a little white box in hand. He thinks is some sort of congratulations for the game. Tacky card, maybe a watch.

When he opens it, his world comes to a halt. Its a single pregnancy test.

He wants to cry. He's too young to be having kids let alone with her. It makes no sense to him. He always used protection the handful of times they did sleep together. Each time he'd only cry in the shower trying to scrub off her smell and the feeling of her touch off of him. She's only a distraction he tells himself. Too late for those words now.

It feels so wrong, so so wrong. He was supposed to be waiting for you and here he is sleeping with another woman. Who's now pregnant. He wants to vomit.

He's in too deep now. And he can't be a deadbeat dad.

Thoughts of you get pushed back to his mind while he scrambles to deal with the consequences of his own actions.

When they get back to Madrid, his mother doesnt let him off easy. Screaming at him till he thinks he's popped an eardrum. And yet there's a gleam in her eyes like she's happy it all worked out this way. Doting on Kaylie and rubbing her belly (that's not even close to showing yet), and calling herself grandma already.

The next step is obvious. He has to marry her and make it work.

So he does. An impromptu wedding that happens so fast he doesn't even hear the congratulations from everyone. He doesn't know how to break it to you so instead he posts on instagram and tries to figure out what his life has become.

Jude is nearing 25. He has a kid on the way. He's married. He hates his wife. He hate himself. Can you ever forgive him?

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 2 months

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Greasers x mean girl/boy/person (think Regina George, Heather Chandler, Bryce Tankthrust) s/o who uses their status to protect their greaser and is kind of nice under all the cutthroat boss bitch-ness. Like the top rank of social that most other socs are afraid of.

(tried to make it gender neutral of my best ability, but it’s hard to fit phrases like “ queen bee” into gender neutral terms)

Inspo:

*socs approach and start making jeering comments* Hey Grease…

*you get in front of them* if you ever talk to them like that again, I will make it my personal life goal to ruin yours, and no one will hire your sorry ass again. Oh, and you can consider *insert secret* spilled.

Ponyboy Curtis

-intimidated by you fs

-he knows your life ruining rep

-sukrised when one day you tap on his shoulder

“Ponyboy… right?”

“U-uh yeah that’s me!”

“Great you’re tutoring me. Every Friday.”

“U-uh ok?”

-you guys actually get along and he helps with with your grades a lot

-You actually become friends and stand up for him against other Socs and even your own friends

-One night he’s walking home alone from the movies and four Socs approach him and start threatening him

-you on one of their shoulders and the Soc blanks and realization as he remembers your long-standing friendship with Pony

-“if you ever mess with him again I will ruin your life. You know I will.”

-the Socs all back up, and you stand there, smirking

-I feel like that’s when pony boy realizes his feelings for you and kisses you right there on the spot

-you guys are actually a really great mix, the popular person and the kind of more quiet guy

Johnny Cade

-he was so scared of you

-thought of all the possible ways you could ruin his life even more

-one day he comes to school and his locker is spraypainted with “Bastard Greaser”

-he’s even more suprised when you approach him at lunch break

-“Johnny Cade, right? Yk, you’re kind of cute… *you smirk* Anyway I have a dear friend… well, ex friend with me that wants to apologize for so crudely vandalizing your locker. RIGHT, Jessica?”

-his head is spinning, the queen/king bee of the whole school just flirted with him and made a bully apologize?

-you start coming to the lot more and more after that, and realize he often doesn’t have a place to sleep

-you invite (drag) him to your home where you set up a room for him, and being rich, it’s pretty damn nice

-I feel like that’s when he realizes his feelings for you and one night, when he’s about to go to sleep in his bed, he leans over and kisses your cheek

-you guys become a new couple and it shocks everyone

-yall are cute tho ❤️❤️

-you make sure no one gives him shit. If they do then LORD help them

Sodapop Curtis

-ok so you guys are a more expected couple

-prom royalty fr

-soda probably made you nice 💀💀

-you guys met in school and started dating, and he helped you kind of be the nice kind of popular

-you also spoil him with your money fr

-his brothers are skeptical of you at first (especially after sandy) but once they see your do really like him they totally ship you

-POWER COUPLE

-fr you guys are what everyone wants to be

Darry Curtis

-you were both popular and kind of ran in the same circles but didn’t like eachother

-he didn’t think he would like you because he doesn’t like mean girls/guys/people and thought you’d be all fake n stuff

-but one day yall got assigned to work on a history project and you both got along pretty well and you put in a pretty good effort

-that’s when he realized that you weren’t so bad and you two became friends

-eventually he caught on feelings for you and asked you out

-sweet couple, and everyone ships it

Dallas Winston

-you two met in detention FS

-you spread a nasty rumor about a boy who cheated on one of your close friends and he vandalized something

-enemies to lovers energy

-yall didn’t like eachother that much

-he sat behind you and kept making crude remarks and messing with you so you bit back

-“There’s no way in hell if ever dream of being with a lowlife like you”

-after a bit of banter and insults you somehow end up on his lap making out with him

-the teacher walks in and is like wtf- my eyes-

-you guys are the best power couple people cower in fear with you two together

-calls you prince/princess or doll fr

-it’s a typical bad boy x mean girl/guy/person thing

Two Bit Matthews

-you fits me at the mall when you were making fun of another stuck up girl

-he joined in with the teasing

-you were like ohhh this one’s kinda funny and you two actually hit it off really well

-you liked his wisecracks, they made the world all the more entertaining and he admired your cutthroat bitch attitude

-yall started dating after a while

-class clown x mean girl/guy/person and it’s SO iconic

-you two are surprisingly healthy for eachother, you both kind of get to see the under layer

-like you get to see what’s beyond his wisecracks and he gets to see beyond your plastic mean girl facade

Steve Randle

-he was suprised

-when you went up to him instead of Sodapop

-but when you pulled up in your red Ferrari with a scratched tire that was totally not just an excuse just to talk to him and started heavily flirting

-he wasn’t impressed, he still thought you were fake

-which bothered you, you didn’t know anyone who didn’t like you or at least pretend to

-so you kept showing up and one day a group of Socs stopped by the gas station, spitting on him

-you got furious and nearly ruined your car trying to ram them

-Steve was kinda in love after that

-he realized you really weren’t plastic

-you guys got together and are sooo cute

-when you go on long rants he listens to you while he fixes his cars

-and you have a free new handyman

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sheluvslani · 3 months

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Hoes-love-Lani’s Masterlist:

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I just want to make this clear, idc if minors read my blog. It’s a piece of writing, not a porn video. Okay? And I obviously have warnings in all of my fics in case yall don’t fw them.

most of these guys are underage, so obviously they’ll be aged up‼️

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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HIII

I love your blog sm omg, and I had a lil idea/ request if you’re up for it :)

So I was watching the Eddie room tour on TikTok and saw he had some…magazines-

And I just thought, what if Bimbo reader was staying over at Eddie’s one night and came across those magazines and got REALLLLLY pouty about it.

Like, he obviously doesn’t use them anymore, not since they’ve started dating, he just forgot to throw them out.

But she’s rlly hurt and feels lowkey insecure that he would feel the need to use those magazines and he has to tell her that he hasn’t used them bc she’s all he need :’)

Ik it’s lowkey stupid 💀 but I hope you like it!

IUUUUUUGHHHH I know I haven’t written in a while but this gave me so much inspo

<3 she’s skipping around his room, messing with things as she waits for him to get out of the shower when she comes across a shiny magazine cover

<3 she gasps and snatches up the pages from under the bed

<3 her manicures nails slip against the stuck together pages as she tries (to no avail) to get the magazine open

<3 finally her nail catches between two pages and pulls them apart, eyes widening as she stares at the picture

<3 “boobies!“ she yelped

<3 in that moment Eddie decides to return to the room, catching her in the act of snooping through his things

<3 “oh that’s not- uh don’t- here gimme that, that’s not for you.” He paces over to her in a few quick steps and grabs the magazine out of her hands, holding it over his head and out of her grasp

<3 she grumbles, pushing him back onto the bed and crawling on top of him to grab the magazine back “no, I wanna see.”

<3 she sits up and starts thumbing through the magazine as he wraps himself around her and looks over her shoulder

<3 she’s looking through the erotic cartoons and getting more and more distraught as she goes on while he’s looking and imagining every girl is her

<3 “Eddie, what the hell,” she whines, wriggling out of his arms, dramatically tossing the magazine aside, and throwing herself face down onto the bed

<3 “hey hey. What’s wrong?” He lays down next to her and pulls her back into his arms (neither of them are good with personal space)

<3 “why do you read that?“ she demands, huffing and crossing her arms.

<3 “I d-“ he starts

<3 “don’t lie. I know you read it…. And do other stuff. The pages are sticky I’m not an idiot Eddie.”

<3 “baaabe I donttt. If you’d just listen-“ he tries to explain and again she interrupts him

<3 “do you wish I looked like those girls?” She whispered, letting him slide his fingers to grip her jaw and tilt her face up to him.

<3 “hell no. I wish I had a magazine of just pictures of you, then I might actually look at it.” He kissed her lips slowly, his other hand smoothing over her side and squeezing her hip

<3 “you don’t?” She was confused, big eyes blinking up at him in earnest.

<3 “jeez, babe. I haven’t even looked at that thing since way before we got together. I don’t want anyone else, just you.” His kisses started to trail down her neck, both arms now encircling her and pulling her body as close to his as possible.

<3 “well maybe I could get you some pictures… like that… of me,” she offered tentatively, fingers curling against his bare chest where she also hid her face, embarrassed at how upset she had gotten.

<3 “oh fuck. You can’t just say stuff like that, babe.” He choked a bit, letting out a light chuckle.

<3 “m’not just saying it, Eds. Wanna make something nice for you.”

YALL can IMAGINE what comes next im TIRED

#eddie x bimbo!reader🎀#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson angst

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conitagray · 10 months

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"i’m still into you, morales."

pairing: miles morales !1610 x reader

genre: angst to fluff:)

inspo song: still into you. - paramore

warnings: cursing, blood, near death experience for reader, angry miles:(, green goblin being a creepy ass bitch, weapons.

words: 1.2k.

summary: the only way he can keep you safe is by breaking up with you for your safety, but months later you run into him and fortunately, you’re still into him.

a/n- ill be taking a small break after writing this due to my mental health literally crashing but i promise yall once im back ill post something😭 this is a small fic bc im currently focusing on other stuff at the moment AND i wanna thank @smokeywhalee for giving me the idea on the last part love ya mwahh❤❤

can't count the years on one hand that we've been, together.

miles and you have been best friends since you were small— quite frankly your whole childhood. miles was always right by your side through thick and thin, and you did too.

but when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it.

and that’s when you started dating miles, you realized he fell in love with you the moment he saw you and his love grew fonder and fonder as he grew older.

you recount the night that you first, told his mother, and on the drive back to your house, he told you for the first time he loved you.

and you felt the weight of the world fall off your shoulders, and you sing along to the start of forever—

but that ended soon.

ever since miles became spiderman, his life started to become more dangerous — and you were worried sick.

everyday he would climb to your apartment, wounded and injured and you’d always patch him up, and he would always leave you worried.

so that’s when he decided to leave you for his own safety— and yours.

when he broke the news to you, it’s like your whole world stopped— you were frozen and so was time, but it was for your own good and his.

“i’m so so sorry mi corazon, it’s for your own good, i promise. please don’t cry anymore.” he whined, cupping your jawline as he wiped your tears.

you could see his glistening eyes, his tears waiting to fall as if they were impatient, you felt your heart shatter even more every minute you looked into his eyes.

you grabbed the said hand that was on your jaw, holding it tightly and savoring the last moment you both were witnessing.

he gave you one final goodbye kiss and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

you couldn’t do anything now that your love of your life was gone, you couldn’t believe it that your last moment with miles is with him leaving.

———

hours of sleepless nights, days of overthinking and sadness burying you, and weeks of crying passed since miles left you and you couldn't even tell time anymore, you were still into him but what could you do now?

it was not until everything went downhill for you.

the green goblin has been miles's archnemesis for god knows how long ever since he became spiderman— and the green goblin was determined to find you, the love of his life, and make him miserable, so he used you as bait.

as you were walking down a sketchy road to pass the convenience store to get a snack, you heard a loud clang in a sketchy alleyway and you stopped in your tracks, turning your head to look at the gloomy area— and before you knew it, the green goblin glided out and took you in, covering your mouth to prevent you from screaming and his other hand holding a knife.

he took you to a rooftop in a sketchy area, the moon and street lights being so dim you can barely see anything. the green goblins breath over your neck as the knife he was holding was now on your neck, as he glided through the surface of it and making you bleed and wince in pain.

“what do you want from me? let me fucking go please!” you screamed as tears planted your face— trying to escape from his grasp.

“now now sweetheart, i need your little boyfriend, you’re useless to me— i just need to kill you and then kill him next.”

he whispered into your ear as you cringed back— his words echoing in your mind over and over again, the realization hitting you that he’s gonna kill miles— when you heard a voice from afar, a familiar voice you’ve always known.

“let ‘em go.” the voice was demeaning, when you lifted your head up and saw.. “miles..?” you whispered as tears began streaming down your face, when the green goblin shut you up by slicing another cut with the knife as you cried out in pain.

miles webbed the knife onto the ground as he stepped closer and was ready to pounce on the green goblin, he’d do anything just to keep you alive— even it means he had to face the opposite.

“hold on now— if you’re gonna kill me you’ll be killing them now wouldn’t you?” he said, his free hand now gripping on your neck as he choked you— your struggling making your breath shorter every second.

miles put his hand down as he looked over to the green goblins glider that was on the side of the door— he grabbed it by webbing it and slid it off the rooftop, the web still holding on to it as it was dangling off the rooftop.

the green goblin gasped as he let go of your neck, leaving you to fall on the ground as you gasped for air— the sight of you making miles want to punch out the green goblins guts for doing this to you.

“it’s either, you give me them or i’ll drop your precious little glider.” miles protested, his voice was low but angry— a side of him you’ve never seen before.

the green goblin didn’t answer as he kept stepping closer to miles, and miles backing away in his every move.

the green goblin got tired of his little game and grabbed your hand and threw you over to miles, which in result making miles more furious.

“there, you have them now give me back my glider.” the green goblin protested as he walked closer to miles.

“come and catch it then.” miles let go of the web resulting the green goblin shouting a “NO!” — the glider falling down as the green goblin jumped to get it.

miles then looked over to you, bending down to your height as you sat on the floor— in pain and helpless.

“are you okay?” miles panicked, his both hands on your shoulders as he scanned for wounds other than the one on your neck.

you nodded as you swallowed the lump in your throat, causing you to tear up again and this making miles even more worried.

“i’m.. i’m still into you, morales.” you blurted out, causing miles to look at you with admiration.

“i should be over by the butterflies already but, i’m into you,”

as you sighed shakily to look up at miles, his hand reached for your jawline as he caressed it softly, wiping the blood away from your neck as he kissed you softly.

its like you’ve been waiting for this moment forever, now that the green goblin was gone (or was he..?)— he had you all to himself with no worries.

he pulled away from the kiss, chuckling softly as your forehead pressed on his, your nose brushing over his.

“god how i missed you and this moment, mi vida, i’m so sorry i left you— there want a day that passed by that i haven’t thought about you.” he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as your head was on his shoulder.

“i missed you more, and i’m glad you’re still into me.”

#conitagray #fluff #angst #across the spider verse #astv x reader #astv #miles my beloved #miles morales #miles morales 1610 x reader #miles x reader #miles morales 1610 #spidermanacrossthespiderverse

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kaguyass-houraisan · 1 month

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I have had this idea for some time now... a Pokémon au with the DC folks... I was only able to shit out these two for now but #TRUST I've been thinking abt the rest... like I for sure know Aiden is from Unova with one (1) Pokémon and it's a normal type 😭 just THAT

Anyways I do want help for more n stuff.. so if you wanna suggest or dm me pls do it omg

Anyways here we go !!

Tom:

I've decided that he is from Unova bc really it's the closest we have to Canada so 😭

Anyways I based his design straight up off of the policeman design in the gen 5 games for that reason, I like to think he has a past as a spy just like- well branching off to Pokéspe rn but in the manga the character Black two whatever the fuck his name is again is a kid slash teen spy police thing whatever I haven't read ts in awhile and I think that would have been Tom ! He would have been a teen spy slash policeman for the international police but like he experienced some. Things again. As seen by me keeping his scars and now as an adult I feel he is a cop in unova now... as for town slash city ? I don't fucking know yet like either castelia or nimbasa...

And I think he should have ONE partner that he's been through everything with but I can't decide whether it'd be Sawk, Machamp, or Scrafty yall can pick sishdbf I just think he needs a fighting type esp bc it's known as a hero type and police class uses fighting type

As for the next...

Jake:

Teen him- let's get into my Jake lore now !!

I do not know what region he'd be from being honest. The simplest would be unova, but I kind of lean towards a region from gen 4 bc of his teen design inspo being the psychic class trainers from gen 4... so either johto or sinnoh... not really sure

But anyways he used to be a psychic type trainer and extremely powerful with his psychic abilities in the sense that his emotions could destroy shit like think of Sabrina and caitlin how Sabrina has power limiters on and caitlin used to throw bitch fits when she'd lose a battle and I think that's Jake... he prolly sucked ass and was a disappointment to his parents or dad and would have meltdowns and break shit w his powers when upset #his telekinetis throws everything across the room moment

Anyways I think as an adult he'd grow to be able to control himself better at least no more psychic tantrums but still good ol being pissed off !! I think he'd switch to be a fairy type trainer and has remnants of his psychic past in his team slash design... I think he's a gym leader or maybe I could be nice and make him a frontier brain... but for now I see him as a fairy type gym leader with a clefable and mimikyu on his team and potentially hatterene grimmsnarl ?? I still have to decide on that

I like his design being more showy, I mean he was posing that one ep talkn abt model and I like to think he's canonically good looking Plus Paldean gym leaders have professions and so do unova ones etc.. I think he's a model in this world too or some kind of musician... not sure.. he just has the right to be extra... he's the most darkest fairy type trainer bc of his design.. probably implies his ace is grimmsnarl or mimikyu something of the sort...

Tomjake ? Girl they are wared up... as in I think Tom still avoids him and I'll wait to see if they kiss and make up based on what happens in dcas... but fighting type ? What's it weak against... ? Oh right. #violence

Also I think Miriam has or had an alcremie or smth or a fidough... just power... maybe Jake could gift her a fidough... I think Miriam is a powerful trainer in her own right perhaps a retired gym leader ? Gave her position to Jake ? Maybeeee...

#cereza made art #my art #disventure camp #campamento desventura #disventure camp jake #disventure camp tom #dc tom #dc jake #Pokémon #pokemon au #I LOVE POKEMON DID YALL KNOW THAY #my fav region is sinnoh #dc pokemon au

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jarofstyles · 4 months

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yall PLEASE more professor h…that’s what the ppl actually want and it’s really frustrating to keep waiting

Well idk what to tell you when the one of us who writes it is busy w a really intensive big girl job. I’m the one writing majority of the time and N, who writes mostly for it, is only really able to cowrite reaper with me right now. What’s frustrating is the attitude. I can not take over her solo project on my own and I wouldn’t because that’s not fair, and tbh it makes her less excited to write it. There’s a lot of pressure involved and she worries about it being up to par.

It’s easier for the stories we cowrite (reaper, most of our earlier series) because we have a shared vision on what we want vs this when she claimed it as her baby. I hope you can at least understand that. We have hundreds of pieces of free writing on here and update at least every 5 days.

Ultimately, I get it. I understand it’s annoying to wait but what’s even more annoying is 1, having big girl job and barely time to write w someone let alone on ur own 2, not having the inspo to finish it and 3, feeling like people are demanding stuff of us.

#idk if I should just #put them on official hiatus #or what #like I love yall #I rlly do #but idk what else to do #or delete it?#so people don’t wait #unsure #but this approach #it hurts feelings

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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Days in the sun - Walter Deville x Reader - P3

Taking inspo from chap 5 and 10 of Walter de Ville's Advocate! Yall can see exactly where I took inspo/ref from too XDXD

She glanced this way, I thought I saw And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw No, it can't be, I'll just ignore But then she's never looked at me that way before

I got up early the next day, getting most of my paperwork out of the way so I could spend time with (y/n), and Evie…I really had no damn clue how I would pull anything off now. Considering the doubts I now had about the wedding. With (y/n) back, I didn’t need the families anymore, and I didn’t want to put the person who had brought back my (y/n) into such peril.

It had taken me a minute to figure out, but with the return of (y/n), it felt like I had come back to life. When she was gone-I was nothing but an emotionless shell of who I used to be. Moving along with the days and not caring for who I hurt. (y/n) was my soul, my humanity-with her return, came back my guilt, my remorse, my empathy.

I couldn't curse Evie to this, she didn’t say yes to this-to any of this. She didn’t even know about what I was, or what her family was involved in. we were all tricking her and I felt horrid. I had to figure out a way to stop the wedding without setting anyone off. If anything-I could just say she said no-but that wouldn’t bode over well, Viktoria was power hungry-and while I could tell she didn’t like Evie(or (y/n)) she would do anything to regain our full might-even if it meant forcing Evie to say yes.

I sighed, dropping my pen and rubbing my face-the dawning sun breaking across the horizon. I had always been an early riser, but today I wanted to be up before the sun rose-just to make sure I had the day clear of work. “What the fuck am I going to do?” I whispered to myself, feeling frustration bubbling at my chest and teeth-I’m pretty sure the only damn person-or vampire-that wouldn’t react badly to me not wanting to marry Evie would be Lucy-she was an extremely understanding and empathetic person-and she held that quality into her immortality. Though she didn’t hold it while feeding-she was just as bloodthirsty as Viktoria was, and I used to be.

“You seem frustrated my dear.” I peeked between my fingers at the new voice-seeing both Viktoria and Lucy making their way toward me to join me on the patio. I just hummed, brushing my hands through my hair and letting my bangs fall into my eyes-feeling Viktoria’s hand thread into my hair and brush them back again-she preferred the slick back style(which always made me look older than the age I had stopped at). Turning my attention to Lucy-who had been the one to speak up-I shrugged, leaning forward out of Viktoria’s grip and leaning my elbows on the table-something which Viktoria crunched her nose at.

She was always one for proper etiquette-but I really didn’t give a fuck. “I suppose I am,” I muttered, looking down at my paper work-not paying attention as one of the maids of the manor came up and gave the three of us mimosas-all three lightly dyed red from the blood mixed into them. I took mine gingerly, holding back a grimace at the taste-now that (y/n) was back, all blood to me was stale-I only wanted hers, I only wanted her.

“Why?” Lucy asked, my two brides sitting down with me at the patio table, sipping at their mimosas. I just shrugged again; it wasn’t something I could tell lucy with Viktoria around. So instead I just told her ‘wedding stuff’ to which she nodded. “Understandable, it’s been over 100 years since the last wedding, normal to have some nerves or frustration,” Lucy hummed, and I smiled a bit-there it was, that empathy that drew me to her originally. Viktoria just huffed, swirling her glass. “Especially since the new bride has no clue about all this-tell me dearest,” Viktoria hummed, her dark eyes burning a hole in my head “What is the plan? Seduce her into saying yes? And what of the friend? Will she be Evelyn's first meal?”

I had to hold back from baring my fangs at the mere thought of (y/n) just being a meal. The only being that would ever taste her blood would be me. “I haven't figured out that last bit yet,” I muttered, telling a semi-truth. Viktoria just hummed, eyes drifting back to Lucy. Fuck what was I going to do with (y/n)? If she didn’t remember, of course I couldn’t just-force her to stay! But with her alive I couldn’t just-marry Evie with any good conscience -fuck I couldn’t stay married to Lucy or Viktoria with any good conscience either.

But I had no idea how to end it all, the contract was forged in blood-curated by a witch near 500 years ago. I had no magical prowess of my own but…but if (y/n) remembered, she might be able to void that contract. I sighed, rubbing my face as I closed my paperwork folder, I would finish it later. I was happy to have (y/n) back, but damn did it just-make things so complicated.

I looked up to see Viktoria eyeing the balcony where (y/n)’s room connected, her claws edging out from her fingertips. “One scratch on her and you’ll be locked to the bottom of the lake till spring thaws the ice.” I hissed out, surprising both Viktoria and Lucy at the pure danger in my voice, along with such a punishment. But gods be damned if I let (y/n) be hurt under my protection again. “We don’t want any suspicions from either of them-so play nice.” Viktoria just huffed, accepting my quick cover-up from my sudden threat, and finished her mimosa, setting the glass delicately on the table and leaning forward in her chair.

“Who is she?” Viktoria hummed, her eyes icy and dark as she rested her chin on her hands, Lucy peeked at me from behind her glass-clearly also curious about (y/n). “I’ve noticed you’re quite…protective of her.” Viktoria hummed, carefully choosing her words to describe the way I acted towards (y/n). She clearly hadn't learned from the previous night when I had told her (y/n) was no concern of hers. I just blinked at her, taking my mimosa and finishing it off, barely tasting it as it went down my throat.

“Now, I didn’t ask you such questions when you had that little fling with Mira, did I not?” I hummed, carefully warning Viktoria to back off. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of Mira-a maid she had taken a shine to back in the 1600s. “So, you should give me the same courtesy and give me the same privacy.” I finished with a slight bow of my head, giving a half grin to my eldest wife-who just continued to glare at me. “So the master has taken a shine to a commoner? How cute.” Viktoria muttered, standing abruptly and walking off, jutting her head to order Lucy to follow.

Lucy waited a few moments to tell me she thought (y/n) seemed nice, to which I couldn’t help but smile. I watched her walk off after Viktora and sighed-feeling bad for my bubbly bride-Viktoria held such a grip on her-If it came down to it-I wasn’t sure where Lucy’s loyalties would lie-even if her vows demanded they be with me.

I sighed, sitting back in my chair and rubbing my nose.

I needed a fucking drink.

And a nice breakfast with (y/n).

I took it upon myself to make breakfast-knowing exactly how (y/n) liked her meals, and while French toast had certainly changed over the centuries-I was certain she would still like how I made them. I tasted the mixture before adding eggs and nodded, perfect. I carefully dipped the thick sliced Brioche and set it on the griddle, slicing up some strawberries as I waited for it to cook. When I flipped the slice I started on some eggs, making sure they were cooked and seasoned exactly the way (y/n) liked them.

“Now where are those hashbrowns,” I muttered to myself, looking into my fridge, I had pre-grated them a few hours back just so I didn’t have to rush them while I made everything else. I found them exactly where I had put them, right behind the bacon pack. I placed the finished slices into the warmed oven along with the eggs, oiled the griddle, and started on the hashbrowns. Again-made very differently compared to back then-but who didn’t like fried potatoes?

Viktoria. My mind supplied and I couldn’t help but chuckle. She would be furiously jealous if she saw me doing this for some ‘random commoner’ instead of her. But she didn’t even like human food-she had grown an intense dislike for anything human-other than human blood. Besides-I was making enough for me, (y/n), and Evie-just in case she joined us but-I had a strong feeling Evie would be sleeping in.

When the hashbrowns were finished, I plated the food and called Mrs. Swift to help me transfer everything to the patio, she seemed surprised to see my kitchen in such a state-she knew I liked to cook sometimes-but not to this degree-nor had I ever cooked for anyone but my wives or myself.

I got a few pastries that I knew (y/n) liked, and a few I thought Evie would like, and made sure everything was perfect. I took a few steps back from the decorated table and nodded to myself. “Perfect,” I whispered, turning on my heel and ruffling my hair as I made my way back inside and up to (y/n)’s room, asking for Mrs. Swift to attempt to wake up Evie.

I knocked on her door gently, chuckling as I heard her groan awake and shuffle over to her door-looking so adorably sleepy as she opened it and looked up at me-rubbing her eyes as she pouted slightly. “Good morning,” I whispered, grinning as she muttered it back quietly. “there’s breakfast on the patio, French toast with strawberries?” There it was-she was wide awake at the mention of French toast. Her eyes nearly sparkled and I once again had to hold myself back from smothering her with my affection.

Fuck why was she so damn cute.

“French toast?” she croaked, and oh my heart-my heart, I was going to melt from her-oh my gods. I just nodded instead of taking her cheeks and kissing her silly. “yes, and strawberries.” And with that-the door was shut in my face-I couldn’t help but laugh, tears in my eyes as I heard (y/n) rush to get dressed-though I wouldn't have cared if she stayed in her Pjs.

When the door opened again, all (y/n) said was; “French toast,” and I laughed again, tucking her hand into my arm and leading her outside, opening the door for her and letting her go first. She took a deep breath as she stepped out, a smile on her face as she took in the food I had made for her. “Yum~” she sang, and I was smiling so much my cheeks began to hurt. Though it turned into a pout when (y/n) sat down before I could get her chair for her.

I sat down across from her, noticing (y/n)’s eyes glancing between the seat between us and me, Evie’s plate of food still sitting under its cover. “Who’s that for?” (y/n) asked, decorating her food as she liked. I nodded back towards the manor, my cheek in my palm as I watched (y/n) begin to eat. “Evie, but I think she’s suffering from intense jetlag.” I joked, grinning as (y/n) snorted, nodding as she did. And almost as soon as I finished saying that-Mrs. Swift arrived, without Evie-looking a bit nervous. And it was understandable, Evie-who was my bride to be-would not be joining me for breakfast-denying my time with her. I should’ve been at least frustrated at it.

But I really couldn’t care, I had my (y/n). “My apologies for interrupting Lord Deville, but Ms. Evie is a bit…stubborn, to wake up, I’m afraid she won’t be joining you.” I just nodded, handing some strawberries to (y/n) as she looked around for them, grinning as she scooped some out onto her plate, dancing in her seat as she tossed a piece into her mouth. “That’s just fine,” I said to Mrs. Swift with a wave of my hand, smiling softly at my beloved as she ate the food I had made for her “let her have her rest, I have the perfect company already.” Mrs. Swift glanced between me and (y/n), confused at my attitude towards (y/n), but didn’t question it, bowing out and returning to her duties.

I looked back at (y/n), watching her with soft eyes as she continued to eat, my eyes drawn to her lips as she liked them free of syrup. She looked up at me, pointing her fork at my food and tilting her head. “Aren’t you gonna eat?” she asked, jolting me out of my thoughts-most of which were….not safe for work-as one might say. I cleared my throat-looking down at my food-which I hadn’t taken the cover off of yet.

“oh-uh, yeah.” I chuckled, taking the cover off and setting it aside, grabbing some butter and syrup and decorating it as I liked, pausing for a moment before I took a bite-it had been quite a bit since I last ate human food-I had only recently regained such a love for it actually.

About 10 years ago really.

Which reminded me-I needed to ask (y/n) about her last 10 years, what had happened? Where had she gone after waking up under the Wych tree? Why had she been homeless? I needed to know what had happened to her.

“So,” I started as casually as I could, setting down my fork and leaning back in my chair, holding my hand in front of my mouth as I spoke-It was rude to speak with your mouth full after all. “What have you been doing the last ten years? I know you said you were homeless for most of it but-“ I made a gesture and puffed my cheeks, something (y/n) giggled at, a warmth filling my chest at the sound, god how I had missed that sound. I felt my cheeks flush as she smiled at me, tilting her head just so. “--along that?” I asked, leaning forward in my chair as (y/n) fiddled with her necklace, humming as she thought back through the last 10 years.

She looked towards the gardens-her eyes catching onto the flowers I had planted myself, her favorites. “Well uh, for the first year, I just-kinda wandered.” She muttered, furrowing her brows a bit as she recalled what she had done. “I didn’t know where I was, or really-who I was. I only had my necklace and my name. This family took me in when they found me-wandering about-and let me stay for a bit, and for about a year I went from hotel to hotel, street to street just looking for anything that could help me remember, but-“ she sighed, and I so desperately wanted to take her in my arms-seeing how much she struggled, not just in life-but within her own mind-she had been all alone-having to learn about the modern world on her own. Without me.

(y/n) continued, her eyes glancing to the side. “Nothing came to me, so I saved up some money, got a ticket, and flew to New York.” New York? Why New York? I must’ve looked confused or something because (y/n) waved off the notion. “Why New York? I have no idea, it was the first place I saw and I decided it would be the best place for me.” She glanced down at her lap, her frown deepening. ““I lived on the streets for two years, I practically starved to death several times-“ I felt my heart crack, the metal of my chair bending under my grip, a tightness in my chest as I imagined my darling all alone, hunger pains I knew all too well racking her body. I knew what nearly starving to death felt like-when my mother died-my father fell into a deep depression, and my sister was hardly old enough to provide us with enough to survive.

The only reason I lived that winter was thanks to my father's closest friend, who had taken the then three of us in and fed us as well as he could.

I shook my head back into the present as (y/n) continued on. “but I was able to save up enough to rent a room for a few months, and then get a job; it didn’t pay much, I had to choose between a roof over my head and food many times but…yeah.” She shrugged, as if her struggles hadn’t been a big deal-as if she hadn’t almost died-as if I hadn’t lost my beloved from something out of my control.

I rested my hand on the table, giving my softest smile that I always knew made her feel better-the same smile I gave her after her mother died from pneumonia when we were 16. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I whispered, tilting my head slightly as (y/n) smiled back, her eyes dilating and she seemed to be out of focus for a moment, her breath catching as something caught her attention.

My brows furrowed as she stared off into space, whispering her name until she shook her head, holding the necklace tight in her grip. “Are you okay?” I asked, biting my lip as she nodded. “You spaced out for a moment there.”

“Yes, yes I’m fine just-another” she waved her hand, glancing away from me as she did “memory, I guess.” My heart skipped a beat and I leaned towards her, nearly begging to know what she had remembered-and if it was a strong memory or not. As she described what it was-I felt a smile grow on my face, it was of us, I remembered it quite dearly-after we got married and enjoying a late morning breakfast in the gardens of her home. She had said something and I couldn’t help but laugh-just, happy to be there with her.

I was taken back to reality when I heard my head gardener call for me, walking up to the patio with his hands behind his back. “The grounds are ready for inspection sir.” I nodded with a hum, finishing off my eggs before getting to my feet-holding out my hand to (y/n) with an inviting smile. “Would you like a tour while I do lord stuff?” (y/n) laughed at my wording and took my hand, letting me lead her off to the gardens-staying silent as the gardener explained what had been done and admiring while I gestured around some of the hedges-requesting a few changes here and there.

We passed by a bush of her favorite flowers, and I saw her eyes were immediately drawn to them. I couldn't help myself. I carefully plucked one from its bush and held it out to (y/n), laughing as she stepped back and shook her head. “I shouldn’t,” she said, holding up her hands in denial. I just smiled and continued to hold it out to her-the gardener excused himself at that point. “you should,” I pushed, feeling a bit cheeky as she shook her head, laughing as she did-she clearly wanted to take it-but didn’t want to just snatch it from my hand.

“I shouldn’t.”

“you should.”

“I shouldn’t!”

“You should.” I pushed one last time, biting the inside of my lip as (y/n) took her flower and held it close to her chest, a small cheeky grin on her lips “I will.” she ended in a hum, smiling up at me. I chuckled, shaking my head as (y/n) and I continued to walk through the gardens again, taking every twisting path there was through the small maze the garden hedges and flowers created.

I took a moment to breathe-just, happy to have her by my side again-even if she didn’t know I was her Harrison-I would wait another 900 years for her to do so. “so,” my attention turned to (y/n) as she began to speak, twirling the flower between her fingers. I hummed, gesturing for her to continue speaking. “Tell me about yourself? What do you do for fun?”

I laughed softly, shaking my head slightly as I kicked a small rock out of the way, raising my shoulders a small bit as I glanced at her with a small smirk. “And here I thought you would ask about Harrison?” I teased, though I really had expected her to ask about ‘my brother’, I didn’t mind her asking about me. Maybe she had already unknowingly made the connection between me and ‘him’.

(y/n) just shrugged, pursing her lips a bit as she looked up at the sky. “Well,” she muttered, looking back at me and tilting her head back and forth. “he was your brother, I just-I dunno-thought it would be a bit…insensitive just to ask about him?” I couldn’t help but smile-hiding it by looking off into the gardens, my eyes catching onto a deer that swiftly ran back into the forest when it felt my eyes. i….really didn’t know how to answer that question, many things I did for fun-I didn’t do anymore.

Because what was the point when she wasn’t there to have fun with me?

But I tried to recall what I did now-adays to pass the time, which-wasn’t much. “I like playing the piano, haven’t done it in a while though.” My voice turned to a matter at the end, rubbing my chin as I felt (y/n)’s eyes on me. “uh-I write sometimes?….damn I don’t do a lot of stuff other than work.”

(y/n) laughed, which sent butterflies through my stomach. I grinned down at her, my eyes drifting down to her free hand. I reached out just slightly, pulling back as she looked at me-her eyes just as wonderful as I remembered-that wonderful kindness still in her eyes. “busy bee ain't ya?” she teased, laughing as I dramatically rolled my eyes, sticking my hands back in my pockets, kicking that same small rock out of my path.

“Yeah,” I muttered, licking under my top lip and huffing “don’t really have time for myself anymore.” I tried to remember the last time I did something for myself-or did something for fun that wasn’t…feeding or some sort of-stuffy party that I really didn’t care about.

(y/n) hummed, reaching up and curling her hand around my elbow-her pinkie catching my exposed arm which sent lightning down my spine again. God I had missed her. I noticed her slowing down, and I came to a stop with her-watching her gaze that drew over to the overgrown path that led to our old home.

The old castle.

I swallowed, feeling my hands shake as (y/n) nodded towards that path, and I could tell she felt a pull towards it-something was telling her to go down that path.

I wasn’t ready for her to do that yet. I wasn’t ready for her to face a barrage of memories that might break her.

“Where does that go?” (y/n) asked and I shrugged, taking my hand out of my pocket and resting it on her shoulder-her hand dropping from my elbow as I started to guide her back towards the manor. “uh-just-just an old forest path; it’s not really used anymore, poison ivy got out of hand.” I explained-which it wasn’t a lie-it was overgrown with poison ivy. (y/n) just hummed, accepting my answer and letting me lead her back into the manor, I turned to her as we stepped into the main hall. “Have you had a tour of the manor yet?”

(y/n) shook her head, leaning into my side as I turned and guided her towards my study. “Well then, let us start in the library, or rather my office.” I unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting her fully step inside before I closed the door behind me. (y/n) let out a low whistle of appreciation as she gazed into my study, trailing her hand along the back of the couch that had just been placed in front of the fireplace-sitting just across from the loveseat.

“Comfy,” she said, her gaze drawn to the animal heads I had decorating the walls-another pastime of mine-one that I only participated in once a year.

She paused at my selection of books-all my personal favorites. I had made sure they were separate from the actual library of the manor-which was much bigger and had many more books. “What are your favorites to read?” she asked, and I hummed, stepping beside her and trailing my hands across the many books that sat on the shelves-only one on my mind.

It was the one that reminded me of her, and the love we held. There it was. I pulled the old book from its shelf, it was maybe only 50 years old-not even that, but it was one I read over and over nowadays, one of the few things that made me feel like I did back then. I handed the book to (y/n), grinning as she gasped and ran her hands gently over the cover. “The princess bride, I love that one.” She whispered, making my heart flutter-knowing she loved it like I did- she gently opened the book and her jaw dropped at the special mark just under the cover. “is this a first edition?”

I nodded, tucking my hands into my pocket and rocking on my heels slightly, a soft grin on my lips. “Yes, I do have a fondness for original works but-that was one of the first I collected with the intent to use instead of shelving it.” (y/n) hummed, reading through the first few pages before attempting the hand the book back to me-I lifted my hand to stop her, her head tilting adorably at my refusal to put it back. “Keep it, at least until you…leave.”

Right. She had to leave at some point-that’s if she didn’t remember, which while I had hope I could help her regain her memories before the weeks end-I wasn’t sure if I could. And if she didn’t-she would return to New York only knowing me as her long-dead beloved’s brother. I shook those thoughts away, gesturing to the book as she brought it back to her chest with the flower-her eyes sparkling. “I can tell you want to read it.”

(y/n) beamed with a giddy giggle, and that one smile seemed to erase all worry from my mind. I couldn’t help but smile back, my heart fluttering as she looked down at the book with such fondness, fondness I had missed for so many years. “Thank you.” (y/n) said, taking my elbow as I offered it and nodded towards the door. “shall we continue?” I asked as I led her out of my study and continued to show her the manor.

We skipped the kitchen-as it was somewhere she had already seen the day before, the bandage still on her finger. I joked with such a reference and (y/n) snorted, leaning her head on my shoulder as I guided her back towards the grand dining room, where the rehearsal dinner would be taking place. I gestured out at the room, leading her to the set of double glass doors that led out to the back gardens and a small stone patio. “This is the grand dining room, which connects to the balcony and the back gardens; where the cocktail party this Friday, tomorrow, will be held.” (y/n) nodded and hummed as she looked out into the gardens, where now; my servants were setting up for the party tomorrow evening.

(y/n) suddenly took a sharp breath, as if in pain and I quickly looked down at her-holding back from taking her and looking her over for any injuries. But instead of doing so I simply stepped closer to her-looking her over as I asked her what was wrong. (y/n) just cursed under her breath and I realized her sharp breath was not one of pain, but annoyance or frustration. “I didn’t bring any dresses with me that would say-cocktail party.” She muttered, looking out at the gardens again.

My mind was filled with thoughts of (y/n) in a cocktail dress, her leg peeking out of a slim black dress. I swallowed at the thought, mentally filing that thought away for later. “No worries, I’ll handle it.” I said, smiling as (y/n) looked up at me, wondering what I meant. She asked as such and I just smiled wider, slowly walking out of the room as (y/n) pushed for an answer, laughter bubbling in her chest as I walked out of the dining room and towards the conservatory that I had turned into an artist's loft for Evie.

“oh wow,” (y/n) gasped softly, setting down the book and flower, and exploring the room eagerly, her hands running over the pottery wheel. “Eve would have a field day with this room,” she muttered, to which if I was still planning on the whole wedding thing-would have been great news. But now it was just nice to see (y/n) exploring the room. “oh~” she walked up to an easel-a portrait I had been working on resting on the stand. “who’s making this?” (y/n) asked, pointing at the half-finished painting.

“I am” I said, a bit of pride in my voice. Drawing had always been something I was passionate about; I had several sketchbooks tucked away in my study. I stepped towards (y/n), looking at the unfinished portrait of my older sister, Harriet.

My father had never been original with names. Harriet. Harrison.

“you’re very talented” (y/n)’s voice broke through my thoughts and I hummed in thanks, my eyes drifting down to the brushes and paint I had been forced to put down a few days ago, my schedule too busy to pick them back up. “who is she?”

I blinked, not expecting that question-nor was I sure how to answer it. But-I decided to tell the truth “My sister, my older sister.” I muttered, sighing softly. I missed her, she had died about 60 years after I had been turned-and not a day goes by I wished she was still here, to guide me like she always had. “Harriet.”

I blinked, I hadn't said her name-(y/n) did, her eyes almost glazed over as she gazed at Harriet’s portrait, her eyes caught onto the dark curly hair that I had been in the middle of painting. “Harriet, right? That was her name?”(y/n) asked, turning to me, looking overjoyed at remembering my big sister. I couldn’t help but grin with her, nodding.

“yes,” I rasped, feeling a catch in my chest. “yes, that was her name. Harriet.” (y/n) hummed, watching me carefully as I turned to look at the portrait-that while unfinished-still brought those damned feelings to the surface. My chest felt heavy, tingles ran down my arms, my stomach turned with a heaving lurch, and pins stabbed at my lungs.

Grief. A feeling I had never been able to get rid of, not when I outlived my baby sister, not when the pain of losing (y/n) was still so fresh even with her return. I took a breath, one (y/n) noticed but didn’t comment on, gently reaching out and taking my pinkie and ring finger in her index finger, squeezing gently as she did.

Just her touch soothed my heart and I took another breath, smiling down at her as she gazed at the unfinished painting. “Thank you,” I whispered and she hummed, squeezing my fingers again. I coughed lightly, moving forward and around the easel-her fingers still holding mine as her free hand grabbed the book and flower “Shall we move on? There’s plenty more to see.”

(y/n) nodded, her arm flush against mine as I led her back out of the conservatory and into the hall’s, leading her to the other side-where the library and sun room sat. I took her to the library first, laughing as she practically ran into it like a child in a candy store-spinning on her heels as she took in the two-story room, a spiral staircase leading up to the 2nd floor-a set of doors leading to the upstairs hallway for 2ndary access. “oh this is beautiful” (y/n) whispered, running her hand along the wood island that sat in front of the staircase, her eyes flickering about the grand room-catching on the gold harp in the corner-Viktoria’s.

“Oh that’s beautiful,” she gasped in awe, walking over to it and gently running her fingers across the top. “Do you play it?” I shook my head at her innocent question, chuckling as I did. “no, my skill lies with the piano,” I gestured to the piano that lay on the other side of the room-one of several pianos in the estate actually. “That belongs to one of the maids of honor, whom you’ll most likely meet at the cocktail party.” (y/n) hummed turning on her heel and admiring the room once more before I held out my hand again, wanting to hold hers once more. “Come-there’s still lots to show.”

(y/n) skipped over to me and took my hand, our fingers soon laced tightly together as I continued to show her my manor; the sun room, the spa, the lounge, the ballroom(which was unused for now), and lastly(at least for the main floor)-the hall of ancestors.

Where portraits of my family-and hers- were hung around the room. I wondered if It were too soon to show her, but I knew she would be suspicious if I avoided that room-so I was caustic as we stepped inside. “Well, here you go,” I muttered, watching as she walked about the long room-gazing upon the portraits of my family.

She stopped at the portrait of my father, now long dead, and tilted her head at him. “James, right?” she asked, turning to me, a grin on her face-widening when I nodded. “Two points,” I chuckled, pushing off the door and walking over to her, looking up at the face of my father. His icy green eyes stared back, and I quickly looked away, watching as (y/n) trailed her hand upon the red rope that separated the wall from any visitors-just to make a small barrier to prohibit any touching from the portraits-all of them were centuries old now.

“Who is this?” My attention was brought back to reality as (y/n) looked up at a portrait of my mother that sat a few feet away from my fathers. My heart lurched a bit, (y/n) had never met my mother, she had died years before my family moved to Whitby-where I met (y/n). “My mother, Iris.” I supplied, stepping behind (y/n) and smiling softly at my mother's visage; her eyes reflecting my own. “You never met her, died when I was only a few months old. Harriet was three.”

One might ask how I remembered her face so well if she died when I so young, I didn’t. Harriet had taken it upon herself to memorize every detail, and my father's friend had sketched up several pieces for me and Harriet to keep in her memory-which I used to commission her portrait. I really remembered her eyes the most-and her voice-it could be compared to sirens.

(y/n) frowned, turning to me and taking my hand, and I was suddenly aware of the burning sensation in my nose. I sniffed, reaching up with my free hand and pinching my nose for a quick moment. “I’m fine-it was a long time ago,” I whispered, smiling as (y/n)’s fingers curled around my palm, squeezing it lightly.

“As Evie would say,” (y/n) softly muttered, stepping closer and resting her cheek on my shoulder. “the pain of losing someone never really leaves you.” I sighed, licking my lips and squeezing her fingers gently. I knew that all too well, not just of my mother or sisters-but of (y/n), whom I thought I had lost forever until yesterday.

“who-who’s that?” I turned, eyes widening as I looked upon the portraits of the Godkin family-(y/n)’s family. She was staring at a portrait of her mother, her hand slowly leaving mine as she walked towards the opposite side of the room. “oh uh,” I coughed into my fist, quietly pushed away from my mother, and stepped next to (y/n). “the Godkin’s, the family the Deville’s married into and the original heirs to the fortune. Without them, none of this” I gestured around me-meaning the manor and my wealthy life style-but also meaning my immortal life-as their daughter had been the very reason I still stood here. “would be here.”

(y/n) hummed, her eyes drawing to her father's portrait before she took a step back, smiling up at me. “these are all beautiful” she muttered, taking another good look at each portrait before taking my hand again “is there anything else you wish to show me?” I hummed, squeezing her fingers as I began to lead her back out to the main hall, leading her up the stairs.

Most of the 2nd floor were guest rooms and the family suites, but there were a few rooms of interest; such as the game room, the smoking room, and the music room, filled with various instruments that I hadn't learned to play. Other than the piano-but then I really didn’t play it much nowadays. We had passed up the upstairs lounge since that’s where the Alexanders were having their reunion.

“you must be so bored every day.” (y/n) teased, leaning on the rails with me as I rolled my eyes fondly. “I mean-there’s like, nothing to do~!” I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head as (y/n) giggled away, still holding the book and flower in her hands.

“yeah, thankfully I do have lord of the manor stuff to keep me entertained.” I hummed, giving (y/n) a soft grin as she continued to laugh, then her smile turned curious, glancing back at the music room before turning back to me. “You said you play the piano, right?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. I nodded, leaning off the rails and shoving my hands in my pockets, smiling as (y/n) shrugged towards the music room. “Do you think you could show me?”

I nodded with a grin, leading her back into the room and taking a seat at the piano that was at least a century old now. “It’s beautiful,” (y/n) whispered as she ran her fingers against the top edge, looking back at me as I began to play, starting with some warm-ups since I really hadn't played in a while.

“I haven’t played in a while so forgive me if I hit the wrong key,” I said with an almost nervous chuckle, hoping she liked how I played…and if she would remember what I planned to play. It had been such a dear song to her-one her mother sang before her unfortunate death. (y/n) just shook her head, giving me a soft smile as she rested her elbows on the edge of the piano. “You aren’t performing for a judge, just play what you like,” I nodded, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves and pressing my fingers to those ivory keys, the familiar melody I had worked hard to perfect floating through the room.

(y/n) stopped breathing, and I glanced up at her as her eyes filled with tears, her hand drawing up to her necklace. “I know this,” she whispered, I just hummed-pretending I hadn't heard her as I continued to play. She remembered this-her mother's song. I held back a watery smile as (y/n) began to sing, those familiar lyrics I hadn't heard from her in so long.

I remembered she used to sing it to me while I worked, or was sick; her soft voice soothing the aches in my body as I let myself be tucked away in her arms. I felt tears in my eyes as she continued to sing, her voice something I never thought I would hear ever again. “call up your men, dilly dilly, set them to work. some to the plough, dilly dilly, some to the fork. Some to make hay, dilly dilly, some to cut corn. While you and I, dilly dilly, keep ourselves warm.”

Her voice was as soft and beautiful as I remembered it, like cresting snow on a fresh winter's eve, like mourning doves on a summer morning, like soft windchimes on a windy day. Oh how I had missed her, I had missed her so much.

As she softly sang the last verse, I joined in, my voice a bit rough from underuse-I wasn’t much of a singer, (y/n) had always said I had a good voice, but I didn’t like singing all that much-I preferred to hear (y/n) sing. “Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue, you must love me, dilly dilly, for I love you.” I swallowed harshly as I pulled away from the keys, looking up to see (y/n) in tears, the necklace clutched tightly in her hand.

I stood, stepping around the piano and getting close to her. “You remember that?” I asked, my hands hovering over her shoulders, wanting to hug her so all her pain would disappear. “It-it was my mother’s song,” she whispered, fiddling with the gem of the necklace “and-I sang it to him when we were kids-and when he would be stuck in his study…I’m sorry, fuck I’m such a mess.” Tears streamed down her cheeks and I quickly opened my arms, inviting her for a hug-to which she easily tipped into my arms and sobbed into my chest. I held her close-rubbing the back of her head with my thumb as I squeezed her gently. “it’s okay, I-I don’t really understand but it must be intense to remember things you never even thought you had. I’m-I’m just glad they seem to be good memories.” I muttered, smiling softly as (y/n) nodded against my shoulder, sniffing as she cuddled into me.

I held her for a bit longer, pushing my cheek against her head-closing my eyes as I let myself fall into the belief that I held her as my own-as my darling (y/n), and not as the girl who hardly knew her place in my life-as if she wasn’t my entire universe. “Can-can you play another?” (y/n) asked after a few quiet moments and I nodded, pulling back and cupping her face to make sure she was okay. I gently wiped a tear from her chin and sat back down at the piano, playing a piece she wouldn't know since I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

As she relaxed my mind wandered. What would be too much? What would be too little? What was the line in the sand for her memories? Something as simple as a hand gesture from me had brought something back, yet the visage of her parents hadn't.

Maybe the portraits had been too much for her brain-and it protected her from remembering too much in such a short time. And yet she remembered my father and older sister, one of which was an unfinished portrait. I was thrown from my thoughts as I realized one of the keys was soundless, I continued to press it as I stood-examining the wires that connected to each key.

“The one you’re trying to play is missing,” (y/n) muttered, pointing out the missing wire-the one Emmaline had used to decapitate herself not so long ago. I cursed under my breath; I was sure that would’ve been replaced by now-the rail she had used as an anchor had yet to be repaired as well. It had been over 50 years now, practically 100 since her death-and yet my staff had yet to repair or replace things so easily replaceable.

I sucked at my teeth, forcing away my frustration as I locked eyes with (y/n), standing and giving her an apologetic smile. “Apologies, it seems I won’t be able to play my full performance,” I gave her a mock bow, smiling as she laughed, shaking her head as I stood to my full height. “That’s fine, thank you for playing.” She said as she made her way towards the door, I followed her; bowing my head again.

“Of course, it was my pleasure.” My head felt light as she smiled at me over her shoulder, holding the book and flower close to her chest as I closed the door behind me, hands in my pockets as I followed her lead down the hall. “Well, that would conclude our tour, minus the family suites and my bedroom, but I think that would be a bit inappropriate.” She laughed and nodded, agreeing with the notion that-yeah it would be weird to show her rooms that other people were staying in.

“Yeah, pushing on privacy, I’ve already seen Evie’s room through,” (y/n) mumbled, our eyes flickering to the clock as it rang. It was exactly 12pm. Damn-time had gone by so quickly, but wasn’t that always the case when you were having fun? “Wow it’s already noon?” (y/n) muttered to herself, looking up at me as I took the small of her back, pushing her towards the upstairs lounge.

“I believe it’s time for lunch, come, let us join the Alexader’s.” (y/n) nodded, leaning into me as I led the way to the lounge, pushing open the door and letting (y/n) inside first, smiling as she bee-lined it to Evie; who looked just as happy to see (y/n) as she did. “(y/n)!” Evie cheered, holding out her arms for a hug-to which (y/n) happily indulged in, stealing Evie’s glass and taking a sip before Evie stole it back.

“How was your tour?” Evie whispered to (y/n) in a knowingly teasing voice, and it made me wonder how much Evie know, how much she had figured out. She couldn’t know I was Harrison-but she clearly had the inkling of my true feelings for (y/n). (y/n) just huffed gently at Evie, leaning her head on Evie’s shoulder as Alfred spoke up-and the way he spoke made me want to claw out his other eye.

“so this must be the infamous (y/n)? I’ve heard you’ve kept the lord company for the last few hours.” he hummed, his only eye directly on (y/n), his voice suggesting that (y/n) was nothing but a woman to satisfy me, like she was a common whore. All the other Alexander were staring at her as well, and not in curiosity, but animosity. They didn’t like her-and I had a feeling why. They didn’t like I wasn’t paying attention to Evie, the woman who had been brought here for the contract-and yet I look to a girl who none of them recognized girl none of them knew had a very strong connection to me.

I held back a snarl-my eyes on Alfred. I could feel how uncomfortable (y/n) was, the feeling creeping up my neck and making me want to bear my fangs and claws, to tuck her away in my arms and destroy what had shamed her. “i-I suppose?” (y/n) muttered out, nearly hiding her face in Evie’s neck, Evie curling her arm protectively around (y/n) and glaring back at them-clearly feeling the same energy I was. “he-he invited me to breakfast, then he gave me a tour, it’s-it’s more like he kept me company.”

Fuck this. I wasn’t going to just stand here and let them leer at her. It was lunch anyway-and I did have one planned out for us, one that included Evie-since I would have to make some sort of effort with her to not arouse suspicion. “Evie,” I said suddenly, shocking everyone out of their stupor, Evie and (y/n) looked at me, (y/n) nearly looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Like hell.

“would you like to join me for lunch?” I asked her, hoping she would easily get the hint as I glanced between (y/n) and the Alexander family. she nodded, easily catching my hastily thrown idea and gently grabbing (y/n)’s hand to lead her to lunch “I would love to,” Evie said, passing by me and nodding as I told her where it was, and that (y/n) knew the way.

(y/n) glanced back at me and the room, her shoulders rising as she caught Oliver’s eye, who glared back at her full of near hate. Oh well, I just couldn’t have that? Could I? I checked no maids were in the room before turning back on the family, letting my eyes flash and my fangs show. A low warning growl settled in my chest-one not too far from my true forms growl-but that one could shake a castle, this one was low and snarling-a stalking sensation almost. “I will say this once, and only once. Disrespect Ms. (y/n) again and I will destroy all that you have. If you even think about her in such a way, I will know. So mark my words. Respect her or face my wrath.”

I reveled in the fear I felt from all of them, the unexpected whirl around I had on them. They clearly did not sense the same fondness Evie had felt from me for (y/n), they clearly had decided their brains were to be left at home if they treated my darling (y/n) in such a way.

If I were a crueler man, I would’ve killed one of them-just to make a point, or take Alfred’s other eye. But (y/n) had always been a good influence on me, and it was fortunate for the Alexader’s that she still was. It was unfortunate for them that Oliver decided to speak. “But-but who is she, my lord? What does she have that Evie doesn’t?” his mouth snapped shut as I turned to glare directly at him, feeling a heat begin to boil in my chest. “And-and who is Harrison? I-we weren’t aware you had a brother?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, foolish fucking mortals. I couldn’t blame Evie for talking about my supposed brother(one that never existed), but for Oliver to gain the courage-nay-the stupidity to bring it up as laughable.

I just turned on my heel, leaving the family with one final warning and no explanation. “As I said, disrespect (y/n), and you will all fall.” I practically slammed the door behind me-straightening my hair and making my way out to the patio.

They were damn lucky I preferred spending time with (y/n) than making sure they knew their place.

-end of p3-

yeeeee p3 babes, this one was a long one~ and has way more content than the (y/n) pov from p4 XD p4 of ouad was about 11 pages, this ones 26 XD

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starfxkr · 4 months

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Do I absolutely love everything you put out, whether it be blurbs, instagram posts or inspo boards? Absolutely! Do I think you deserve rest and to take the best care of yourself possible? Absolutely!

You’re a busy student and I seriously understand how overwhelming it can all be so thank you for always giving us so much of your time and your amazing blog💓

thank you sm i was so mad when i was sick bc i couldnt write as much as i wanted 😭 this is honestly my main source of stress relief but i also didnt expect so many ppl to like wanna read my stuff honestly! so its both fun and also like woah 👁️👁️ yall rlly fuckin w me forreal

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leos-regression-cove · 1 year

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I posted 1,164 times in 2022

That's 972 more posts than 2021!

216 posts created (19%)

948 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 921 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#agere fic inspo - 396 posts

#sfw agere - 148 posts

#agere blog - 137 posts

#fandom agere - 134 posts

#sfw little blog - 129 posts

#agere little - 129 posts

#loki agere - 126 posts

#marvel agere - 123 posts

#irl want - 120 posts

#fluff - 115 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#my warrior cat oc (i never read the books but my friends did so i played along) was a corpse stitched together that could revive dead stuff

My Top Posts in 2022:

(Read more because they're all long essays)

This post is a shoutout to the littles with facial and body hair because yall are so underrated and cute omg.

This is about the messy littles who get food in their facial hair.

This is about the little ones who love the special attention when someone brushes their beard.

This is about the littles who get their fuzzy legs and backs pet.

For the littles who let their cg help with shaving.

For the littles who want to do it themselves because they're a big kid.

For those just growing in a patchy mustache for the first time and keep coming up to show their Cg or friends how cool it is.

Your hair is part of you and it's adorable!

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My role as a regressor is the little sibling who learned to talk and hasn't shut up since and who learned to walk and now can't stop moving.

The toddler who isn't potty trained yet but wants to hold your hand and walk around an art gallery and patiently critique the pieces.

The little one who laughs too loud at the silliest things and doesn't know the right measuring cup for what you're baking.

The little who's trying to use a pull toy on playground bark instead of hard wood or cement.

The baby who gets belly raspberries and kicks their legs.

The one who makes their big sibling feel proud to be a big sibling.

That's my job as a little.

98 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

A Proposal

107 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

I saw this really nice post about how in a lot of posts, financial responsibility for a little is touted as the mark of a good Caregiver; how that idea is materialistic, not the best way to express affection, and generally not a sustainable option for caregivers. (Points I totally agree with)

Obviously I get why this is such a common tip, children aren't given financial freedom and rely on caregivers to pay for toys and stuff. Just because gifts ARE your love language, or little items DO help you regress, doesn't mean you need to put that on your carer.

Here are some nice alternatives where there is minimal to no financial burden on caregivers:

What Littles can do:

If you're very very close with your caregiver, you can always ask for them to hold your wallet or money for you (just make sure you count it up and keep track!)

If you're not as close, hand them the money before you get up to the cash register after you know what you want to buy.

Simply take them shopping with you. Pay for your own things (like a big kid!), but have CG's help pick out your toys or gear. (You can even do this online with a share-screen feature!)

Make a wish-list or Christmas-list! Go through Amazon, seasonal catalogues, or even actual stores and just window shop together! You don't need to buy anything.

You can buy materials for a project while big, and just assemble it with your carer. Even if things don't turn out, you'll have made something together. (This is especially nice with food!)

What Caregivers can do:

make your little a picture :) Everyone, little or carer, enjoys a hand-made piece, even if it's just a little doodle you made in five minutes.

Go to the library or check out some stories to read together next time.

If you do want to surprise your little, you can check with relatives, friends, and neighbors for toys (you'd probably be surprised how many cousins or aunts or friends' parents are trying to get rid of old toys and will be willing to give you Lego and Barbie sets for cheap or free)

Thrift stores are wonderful, too, and create a treasure-hunt environment which is also more of a fun experience for the both of you. Many times, you'll probably leave only having spent gas money and some time.

But of course, life is not about stuff. Being little is not about stuff.

If you're having trouble finding caregiver advice or activities that are wallet-friendly, I'd highly suggest looking into minimalist or DIY/nature centric childhood lifestyles like Montessori or Waldorf (even if you don't agree with the philosophies).

I could go on and on about how these concepts can be adapted for littles, especially littles on a budget, but I won't for now. But they can be really helpful in creating a child-like lifestyle and atmosphere that is cheap and still stimulating enough for regressors while still making a warm and nostalgic environment. (They can also be subtle). So if you're a little or caregiver on a budget, it might be nice to look into those.

The point is: You have options.

Regression does not need to be expensive for caregivers or littles.

You don't need to spend a billion dollars on these things.

Regression is a therapeutic tactic and a hobby, and it does not need to be one only open to the financially well-off.

136 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Taking care of a small group of littles and being a caregiver for them is such a cute concept;

Setting up a quilt in the sun outside as a safe space if they're tired or want a break. It's littered with various toys and a couple of picture books. But the lazy sunshine makes everyone happy and we're all working together in the garden.

Perhaps there's a baby in my lap, helping me put dirt into the garden beds, getting their hands dirty as they play.

Maybe a toddler is running around helping with watering the plants or helping me poke the seeds into the ground.

Possibly, there's an older kid who's a little bit more independent with their own game going on. They play on the swing and build fairy houses. I hand them a bowl and they collect flowers and other plants to put in their mysterious mixture of "medicine"/"perfume".

168 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

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Idk if you need any writing inspo but the concept of jack gushing over his high school sweetheart whatever interview he’s doing or whatever song he’s writing or wherever he goes… 😩 definitely been on my mind

THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE😭😭 also I had to self indulge and make the reader canadian😌 yall can imagine Toronto being some other city lmfao

High School Sweethearts x Jack Harlow x f!reader

“So Jack,” the interviewer started. “It’s no secret that you and your girlfriend Y/N have been dating for a while…can you tell us how you two met?” she asked.

Hearing the question, Jack couldn’t help but grin widely as he reminisced on his highschool days. “Y/N—I swear she’s my fucking forever soulmate,” he mused. “I don’t know how I got so lucky with her—I must’ve done something fucking amazing in my past life,” he joked.

“But um…we met in sophomore year. She moved to Louisville from Toronto and all I remember thinking was that she was the cute city girl from Canada,” he chuckled. “And she was forced to sit next to me in science class and bro when I tell you she wasn’t giving me the time of fucking day. She was really shy and I think she was kinda mad that her dad’s job was relocated to Louisville.”

The interviewer chuckled. “Yeah-I think I’d be pissed too if my family moved me from a major city like Toronto to a state like Kentucky of all places,” she said, clearly teasing Jack.

“Nah nah—what we not gonna do today is bash on Kentucky,” he tsked before he let out a laugh.

Jack licked his lips before he continued. “But yeah. I remember a lot of the guys in our grade were crushing on her and when she walked into a party one night, they all started freaking out tryna get her attention and all but you could tell she was dragged there by her friend and didn’t wanna be there.”

The interviewer smiled softly as she urged Jack to continue. “Did you approach her or did she approach you? Assuming this party is what started it all,” she chuckled.

Jack smirked, “she came up to me. She was so nervous-it was fucking adorable.”

“Um…we sit next to each other in Dalton’s science class right?” you ask Jack, biting your lip as you approach him.

Jack couldn’t help but grin as he nodded, adjusting his glasses on his nose better. “Yeah-that’s me. First week here and you’re already invited to a party huh?”

You bite your lip as you let out a chuckle. “Savannah dragged me here. Said if I wanted to feel normal and like I belong then I’d have to come.”

“Do you feel normal?”

You scoff and shake your head. “Not at all. I feel like people are constantly staring or whispering stuff behind my back. Apparently there’s a rumour going around that I gave some senior guy head on my first day,” you frown. “Which is a complete lie by the way,” you quickly correct.

Jack laughed softly. “It’ll get better. People are only so fixated on you cause you’re new. Most of us have known each other since kindergarten so it’s not often we get newbies,” he shrugged.

You nod and lean against the counter, your arms crossing in front of your chest as a slight awkward silence overtook the conversation. Jack glanced down at his feet nervously as you looked around the party, your ears picking up a group of girls talking shit about your’s and Jack’s proximity to one another. Getting overwhelmed with everything, you take in a breath and turn to Jack. “I think I’m gonna go,” you breathed out, turning to leave but Jack quickly reached for your arm, stopping you.

“Don’t. You just got here and I like talking to you,” Jack confessed. You can’t help but glance back at the group of girls which he took notice. “Don’t care about them. They’re just a bunch of bitches always talkin’ shit. Please stay?”

“Okay, Jack.”

The interviewer smiled softly at how Jack described that night. “So is that when you two started dating?”

Jack had to think back for a second before he shook his head. “Not quite. Since she sat next to me in science, we ended up being lab partners and she came over to do the assignment and that’s when we made things official.”

“Jaaaack,” you whined, groaning as you rubbed your temples as Jack continued to giggle. “I swear you’re gonna be the reason we fail this lab if you keep procrastinating,” you mumbled.

“C’mon! One listen,” he pouted, his laptop out to show you the new song he had been working on. You bite your lip, the excited expression on his face making your heart flutter. You reluctantly agreed which made Jack’s grin widen. “Okay...it’s-it’s not finished. So like...be nice about it,” he breathed out nervously. You reassure him you will before he finally clicks play and you listen intently to his bars. A smile danced on your lips as the song progressed, Jack closely paying attention to your reaction.

After a particular line, your eyes widened and your head snapped to look at Jack. “Was that...was that line about me?” you asked him timidly. Jack’s face instantly went red as he nodded. “Um yeah but it’s still a work in progress and if it makes you uncomfortable then I could totally take it out because--” you cut off his adorable rambling by pressing your lips to his. He immediately welcomed the kiss, sloppily deepening it as his hands moved to hold your waist.

When you pulled away for a breath, your thumb stroked his cheek as you looked at him with such a heartfelt expression. “That made me feel really special...thank you, Jack.”

Jack took the opportunity to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I really did mean it. You’re the most beautiful girl I know,” he smiled. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You grinned and nodded immediately. “Yes,” you giggled, leaning in to kiss him again. Once again, the kiss got heated quickly and you found yourself gaining the courage to move your hands towards the band of his joggers.

“You don’t have to,” Jack mumbled against your lips, his voice hoarse.

“But I want to...it’ll just be a hand job...wanna thank you and make you feel good,” you mumble back into the kiss, your hands slipping in.

“Would you say she’s the muse for your music?” the interviewer asked.

Jack nodded, “yeah for sure,” he replied, his fingers stroking his beard. “She’s a really special person in my life and her support means the world to me and I love her to death. She’s my girl.”

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yanderememes · 2 years

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Solitary Love Chapter 7 (Yandere Giorno x Reader)

So guys, uh... 😳 I watched The Godfather to get some inspo and OMG am I hyped to write for this fic even more!

The music is 🤌

I wanted to post this earlier today but I didn't get the chance to finish it until just now LMAO

Would yall believe I'm improvising 90% of the time when I'm writing these chapters? I'll have the main idea and just start writing to see where it goes and how it encapsulates the big picture I had for it 😵‍💫

And yes, the banner I used is fanart by @dantewontdie who drew Giorno as the Godfather hehe~

Just imagine the Godfather's office as Giorno's. It's what I imagined when writing this lol

Enjoy! ❤️

The sound of giggling can be heard from down the hall even with the doors closed. Giorno could easily identify the owners from where the giggling is coming from. Sighing, he prepared himself for his friends’ intrusion.

“GIORNO~” Mista sang as he slammed the beautifully designed polished wood door of Giorno’s office, catching the attention of the Mafia boss and his consigliere, Polnareff, who was sitting on the desk beside Giorno’s paperwork.

Giorno looked up from his paperwork to acknowledge his friend’s unwelcomed interruption. There stood Trish, Mista, and Fugo before him with considerable distance from his desk.

“Come stai (how are you), Mista?”

“We know you like someone~” completely ignoring Giorno’s small talk, Mista got straight to the point. He couldn’t help but tease.

“Oh? Giorno has a crush?” Polnareff raises his eyebrow and flashes Giorno a smirk.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Giorno stared at them blankly. This certainly wouldn’t be the first time Mista tried to play wingman. Ever since Giorno turned 19, Mista has constantly teased him about getting a girlfriend… or boyfriend, Mista doesn’t judge! But with every suggestion Mista would shoot at him, it was always either shut down or ignored. Usually the latter.

This time was no different either. Giorno dismissed his friends’ remarks and kept his demeanor as Don. “Trish, it’s been a while. How have you been?”

"Don't try to change the topic, Giorno. Who's the girl?" Trish step an inch closer, arms crossed to signal how serious she and Mista was. Fugo stood in the background, only keeping watch of the situation unfolding before him. He didn’t dare speak knowing he has no right to be questioning the Don.

Closing his eyes, Giorno took a deep breath and sighed. When he opened them again, he stared into Trish's eyes. "Whatever game you all are playing, please know I don’t have time for it right now."

"We’re not playing around. You've been acting strange lately." Mista corrected.

"No more than usual."

“Oh ya?” Mista cocked his eyebrow and smirked. "Dilated pupils, increased heartbeat, sound familiar?”

Giorno said nothing and waited for Mista to finish. “Especially when you're around a certain someoneeeee?"

Giorno knew where this was going. At this moment, he was beginning to really regret telling his friends anything about his life outside of work. He’ll have to make a mental note of it.

Mista could tell that Giorno was slightly annoyed for barging into his office while he was working to bother him with this sort of stuff, but a part of Mista couldn’t help but tease. It was too much fun. “What was her name again?” Mista sneered while rubbing his chin.

“Hm… if my memory serves correct, then I believe her name is y/n,” Polnareff rubbing his chin too, playing along.

‘Not Polnareff too,’ Giorno thought.

“We want to help, Giorno. Let’s find her and we can work something out,” Trish insisted. The old Trish would have never spoken so boldly. Well, except during their first encounter all those years ago when they were simply soldatos assigned to protect and escort Trish to her father. But that was back when Trish was immature and bratty, the current Trish speaks with more conviction and purpose in her voice. It was thanks to the gang she was able to grow more confident. Perhaps this is the reason why she inserted herself into Giorno’s love life. It's her way of paying them back.

Giorno knows they all mean well but he’s grown quite tired of this whole charade. He still has a ton of paperwork to get through and will have to pull another all-nighter. While endearing to a certain extent, this farce was getting a little out of hand. It’s time he put his foot down and be clear.

“Listen carefully, Polnareff, Mista, Trish.” once he was certain all of them were listening, he continued, “Yes, her name is [full name]. She’s a graduate student who came here with her class to study. We met a couple of times during her stay but nothing more than that.”

“Don’t you want it to be something more though?” Trish asked.

“I appreciate the thought, everyone. But I-”

“Are you fine with her just leaving, Giorno?!” Mista exclaimed.

Giorno froze, his eyes widening a bit.

That's right. How could he have forgotten? You were here on a study abroad trip for only 10 days. A week has already passed and you would be leaving soon. In 3 days' time, you’d be gone. Leaving Italy and going back home to a faraway country. Who knows when you’ll return, if ever.

Giorno always knew this. It’s natural. It hurts to imagine that, which is why he pushed it so far back into the recesses of his mind that he’d forgotten. But being reminded of it now only brought back the slight pain.

“Com’on, Giorno! You’ll thank us later. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

“Mista,” Giorno frustratingly sighed, “don’t make me repeat myself. I appreciate the thought, but I’m not interested.”

The tone Giorno used indicated he was clearly getting angry, causing Mista to gulp and silencing the rest of the gang present in the room. If there’s one thing everyone should know about the Don, it's that he hates saying things more than once.

“Don’t ever bring up this subject again unless I give you permission to do so. Capito (understood)?”

It only took Mista one look to understand how serious Giorno was as he bore his emerald eyes into Mista’s dark ones. “Capisco (I understand).”

Although Giorno was speaking to Mista, Trish knew it was also directed to her too. She may not be a part of the Mafia anymore, but she’s not dumb enough to challenge a Mafia boss. Trish has seen Giorno’s God-like powers for herself with her own eyes all those years ago. It’s very real and frightening.

“Può andare (you’re dismissed)” Giorno ordered. His friends turned their backs as they exited his office.

“Fugo," the sound of Giorno's voice halted Fugo in his steps. Mista and Trish had already left, leaving Fugo the last one to almost leaving the office before Giorno stopped him. Turning around to face the Don, he gave his undivided attention. "You didn't say much about the topic. I'm curious to hear your thoughts."

Giorno always did respect Fugo a lot, even when he betrayed the family. Even so, Fugo is a logical thinker who could quickly and easily piece things together. One of the few people who could follow Giorno's line of thought where others couldn't.

Unlike Mista who is quick to action or Trish who is passion-driven, Fugo will always give a sound opinion on the matter at hand. Perhaps this will be another time as well.

"I told them it's none of their business to delve too deeply into your personal affairs."

Giorno couldn't disagree with that, at least someone’s on his side.

Fugo continued, "As much as you are their family. At the end of the day, you are still their boss and they have to respect that. If you were to pursue a relationship with y/n, it may affect your work as Don. Everything that we sacrificed to get where we are now could crumble if you mix your personal feelings with business."

A deep silence between the two men as neither of them spoke a word. It would be considered an awkward silence to an outsider, but to Polnareff who was still present in the room, he knew exactly the weight of the deafening sound. Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Narancia are no longer here. All of them sacrificing themselves for their dreams, Giorno’s dream.

The two men were waiting for the other to reply but mutually understanding Fugo was saying nothing but the truth.

"But that’s not what you’re asking, is it? You want my personal opinion, as a friend.”

Giorno neither nodded nor verbally confirmed Fugo’s question. He simply maintained eye contact with his friend, waiting for an answer.

“Giorno… truthfully speaking, it doesn’t matter to me. I told you before when I pledged loyalty to you. I’ll gladly follow you anywhere and everywhere. Bucciarati trusted you and so do I. Whatever decision you make, I know it’ll work out. It always has.”

Fugo spoke in earnest. He truly meant every word he said, and Giorno knows it. With a wave of his hand, Fugo understood it was a sign of permission for him to excuse himself. Bowing his head to his Don, Fugo quietly left the study, shutting the door behind him.

The sound of the door clicking allowed Giorno to finally breathe a little as he sighed and the muscles of his shoulders relaxed, knowing he was alone in his office again. Well, as alone as he can be with Polnareff still here. Hard to be alone when your consigliere is trapped within in a turtle that goes practically everywhere with you.

“They’re just looking out for you, Giorno,” Polnareff comforted the Don. Polnareff has been with Passione’s Don long enough to understand his emotions well enough to speak on them. Probably because he has some experience with a certain Joestar who also struggles to express his emotions.

Giorno glanced at the silver-haired man, “I know”.

"So what are you going to do?"

Giorno didn't respond. He didn't really have an answer to that question. As much as he's grateful for his friends' support, he just wished they minded their own business. This whole situation was new to even himself.

It's true, he did feel a spark when he first met you. Yes, he did order some of his men to keep watch over you and gather intel on you. He also did pull some strings to lean in favor of your professor and plan your “completely coincidental” meetings. But he has to admit, he’s not right in the head when it comes to you.

It’s all so confusing.

Even that night when you went out with dinner together, it felt like something was taking over him. Some weird possessiveness washed over him that felt so out of character. If he was being honest, it made him uncomfortable recalling those dark thoughts.

What on earth was happening to him? Giorno feels like he’s being torn between two opposing sides, both struggling for dominance on how to best proceed with this newfound situation. His devil telling him to give in and act on his desires. His angel tells him to be patient and allow fate to work its magic if it's meant to be.

Words of his friends start flowing through his memory:

“Don’t you want it to be something more though?”

“Are you fine with her just leaving, Giorno?!”

“Whatever decision you make, I know it’ll work out. It always has.”

“Giorno?” the sound of Polnareff’s worried voice breaks him out of his trance and returns him to the present moment.

“I’m sorry, Polnareff. I need time to think.”

#yandere #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba #yandere jojo x reader #jojo vento aureo #jojo golden wind #jojo part 5 #yandere giorno #giorno giovanna #yandere giogio #giorno x reader #yandere giorno x reader #solitary love

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the8gates · 4 years

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Naruto Characters and What Music I Think They Would Listen To Pt.1

Naruto

-You know those popular boys from school? The emoji tracksuit kids that like dunked on you when you walked through a door?

-Those vibes

-He listens to almost exclusively mainstream rap. It has to be 🔥🔥🔥 ya know?

-Always talking about the new Drake album or the new Kanye album. LOVES Chance the Rapper and Childish Gambino i just see it in his eyes.

Sasuke

-This fuckin guy

-See, my knee jerk reaction is like your emo classics. Pierce the Veil, MCR, Linkin Park. Screamo. Metal.

-But no. We have similar temperaments and I think that kind of music would actually irritate him.

-I think he’s emo but more mainstream soundcloud rapper emo. Lil Peep, $UICIDEBOY$, Lil Uzi Vert. LOVES XXXTentacion.

-Post screenshots of what he’s listening to on his snapchat story and you just know the boy is going THROUGH it.

Sakura

-OKAY so HERE is your rock and roll/metal baddie!!!

-hear me out. when she’s young its all pop. like y2k pop with R&B leanings. Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, etc. you get the idea

-but after training under Tsundae she picks up rock. starts with some classic rock at first, then slowly progresses.

-this girl loves Metallica and Black Sabbath. she just loves rock. Zeppelin, AC/DC, Five Finger Death Punch. All of it. I will not be taking any criticism.

-windows down in the car, headbanging always.

Kakashi

-this one is a little difficult to nail down

-a part of me just wants to throw him in the pool of doesn't really care and will listen to anything

-i think he’s got a different playlist for every mood

-R&B sexy playlist with the Weeknd and some Justin Timberlake (yes he thinks that's sexy), soft sad boy hours playlist with Post Malone and Russ, a party mix with some your standard frat boy bops.

-overall, he listens to a lot of popular music

Yamato/Tenzou

-another tough one to nail down!!!

-i truly think Yamato is a man of all tastes as well

-however.... i get country music vibes???

-not like new, pop, country. but the classics. Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton.

-he also likes jazz! and big band/swing. Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin. What i would refer to as whiskey drinkin music. kinda classy and fun

Sai

-girl

-i truly do not know

-the man is an enigma

-i think once he joins team 7 and kinda strays away from the foundation he’s gonna be all about trying new stuff

-so one day he’s listening to Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran and Ariana Grande. Radio pop, entry level shit

-and the next time you see him its songs he heard on tiktok exclusively

-eventually he’s down a rabbit hole, consuming music in mass quantities and he’s into Crystal Castles and Grimes. Then next week its Tupac and Notorious B.I.G. Then it’s Judas Priest and Guns N Rose.

-everyone just gives up trying to keep track

Shikamaru

-oh its male manipulator music ALLLL DAY

-tame impala, mac demarco, the front bottoms, arctic monkeys, modern baseball, the smiths

-you get the idea

-dont necessarily think he's the ‘male manipulator’ type but he’s def the edgy smoking cigs and listening for the lyrics type

-i don't have to go into detail here you know I'm right

Ino

-see, her and Sakura go down similar paths

-she started off with the y2k bubblegum pop phase but her progression is a little more understandable

-shes your typical indie (except they aren't really indie) pop darling. Lana Del Rey, Lorde, Marina and Diamonds, Melanie Martinez, the 1975.

-what I'm saying is she was definitely on tumblr in 2014 and just never moved past that phase (did any of us tbh)

-as time goes on though she starts to branch out a lil. loves the mainstream women of rap! Cardi B, Megan thee Stallion, Nicki Minaj, Doja Cat. constantly bopping

Choji

-i couldn't find any gifs of this cutie smiling and that's a crime i want addressed RIGHT NOW

-but music wise?? i mean he’s a sweetheart right?? genuinely likes pop music! Ed Sheeran, Maroon 5, Katy Perry. HUGE Bruno Mars fan surprisingly

-i can see him just bopping his head along to the radio, just vibing and not being picky. loves a good ballad. Sam Smith, John Legend.

-hes just having a good time

Hinata

-queen of yearning and pining

-girl in red, mitski, HOZIER

-i feel like her playlist just looks like someone let a closeted queer girl put it together

-ABBA, St. Vincent, Florence + the Machine

-also just soft pop vibes. she’s defo posting sunset videos with the Lumineer’s playing in the background. HEAVY cottage core inspo

Shino

-here is your true emo king

-the trinity of course. P!ATD, MCR, Fallout Boy

-then Twenty One Pilots, Paramore, GORRILAZ

-he gives me also like art kid vibes as he gets older? Weezer, Wallows, Cage the Elephant. you know the type

Kiba

-kinda smilar to Naruto tbh

-but it HAS to be FIRE. no sad music! bass turned up and LOUD always

-i feel like he even went through a dubstep phase.

-hes the guy in the mcdonalds drive thru ‘you know what I'm here for’ *blasts Sicko Mode*

-some stand out faves are Travis Scott, Tyler, the Creator, Kendrick Lamar, Freddie Dredd

-he’s actually pretty cool tbh

Rock Lee

-yall ever been to a football game and they play the same hype songs over and over? ever seen a workout montage in an 80s movie?

-thats this boy. he’s just constantly listening to workout playlists. Eye of the Tiger, Livin’ on a Prayer, Welcome to the Jungle

-outside of that, i would think some of his favorite artists would be things Gai would listen to. Billy Joel, Bon Jovi, the BEASTIE BOYS, Foreigner, Aerosmith

-what I'm trying to say is he listens to the same music ur dad listens to

Neji

-fucking music SNOB

-’you've probably never heard of them’ headass

-and then its like the strokes or vampire weekend or some shit jfc

-male manipulator music part two but 100% fits the stereotype. hes gonna leave you on read and then cry to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

-some standout favorites are the Pixies, Neutral Milk Hotel, alt-J.

-likes some other stuff too. The White Stripes, The Black Keys, some Beck.

-decent taste if he wasn't such an a-hole about it!

Tenten

-ya know what

-hyper pop. 100 gecs, Charli XCX, CMten, SOPHIE, Slayyyter, A.G. Cook.

-i would say she started off kinda like Ino, the 2014 tumblr pop stuff

-then that just got to be too boring. so now she's riding the wave of the super new age stuff.

-neji fucking HATES it and grumbles all the time about ‘its just noise, how can you stand that’ and it only makes her like it more.

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cherrybracelets · 4 years

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Heat Waves

weed dealer!mgg x reader

masterlist | requests

word count: 5.5k | warnings: 18+ content! drugs and alcohol mentions and usage. no smut but partying!

summary: your brother has a new roommate, and fuck, you might be in love with him?

song inspo : heat waves - glass animals

an: this gif is how i imagine him in this fic like w glasses but way less nerdy ahahha ok well whatever idk if im gonna continue this or just leave it as is lmk what yall think ok byeee

You stumbled up the steps of the subway, the heavy cardboard box you were holding slipping out of your hands as you made your way above ground. You tried to adjust your grip on it and almost fell backwards, shaking your head in frustration. The box was filled with all the random shit your brother had left at your place over the past few months as he was trying to find a place to live, sleeping on different couches of random friends. It was almost all useless stuff, which made the fact that you had to hand deliver it all to him even more frustrating.

You walked tirelessly down the street, gripping harshly on to the box. You pushed your way through people, not caring at all that you probably looked insane as you yelled for people to move so you could just get there and fucking put this box down. You finally came upon the building, sighing with relief as you set the box on the steps and rang the buzzer.

“I’m here,” you groaned into the speaker, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

“Hello!” A cheery voice responded over the intercom. A voice that was definitely not your brothers. “Who exactly is here?”

“Oh, sorry- I might have the wrong apartment. Is this 4B?”

“Yeah! You must be Danny’s sister. Come on up.” The door buzzed loudly as it unlocked, and you grabbed onto the handle quickly, lugging in the box behind you. You were extremely grateful when you saw the elevator, quietly thanking the universe that you didn’t have to walk up four flights of stairs with this thousand pound box.

You took the elevator up to the fourth floor, your body exhausted as you leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes, hoping that maybe a five second nap could give you your energy back. But unfortunately, the elevator stopped and opened its doors, urging you to once again pick up the box and be on your way. You dropped your head to the floor and sighed, using the last of your energy to pick up the box and walk down the long hallway to apartment 4B.

Thankfully the apartment wasn’t too far from the elevator, and you only had a short walk until you came upon the door of his new place. You noticed a welcome mat on the floor that read ‘Bachelor Pad’, and you rolled your eyes at the pure douchiness of the thing. God, your brother was a prick. But, nevertheless, you loved him, he was family. Despite being one of the most annoying people you’d ever met.

You knocked slowly on the door, excited to throw the box into someone else’s arms and run home. It was your day off from work, and all you wanted was to throw on some sweats, eat frozen mac and cheese and watch Jeopardy until you fell asleep on the couch. The perfect day.

The door swung open, and the man who was definitely not your brother stood on the other side, a large smile plastered across his picture perfect face. His messy curls hung across his face, and he pushed them away before reaching out to you to grab the box.

“Let me get that for you,” he said quietly, literally lifting the weight off your shoulders as he grabbed it effortlessly. The muscles in his arms protruded as he set the box down on an old dining table they had set up in the kitchen, a cluster of mismatched chairs along with it.

“Thanks,” you said back, your eyes still trailing over his body, watching him closely. “Is, uh, is my brother here?” You stuttered to get your words out, your eyes still locked on the model-like man in front of you.

“No, he just ran out actually. Went to pick up a couch or something.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. He told me he would be here!” You shook your head in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest, which pushed out your cleavage slightly. You caught the man glancing at your breasts, and felt your heart start beating a bit faster. He wasn’t even trying to the fact that he was staring at you. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. He really was supposed to be here to get this.”

“It’s not a problem at all. He told me you’d be stopping by. I’m Matt, by the way. I’m sure he’s told you about me.” He stuck out his hand, and you reached back and grabbed it. His hands were soft, but the tips of his fingers stained black, the familiar site of a smoker. The air hung the smell of stale pot smoke, so it was pretty easy to put together that he was a heavy weed guy.

“I’m (Y/N). And, uh, no, actually. He hasn’t told me, like anything about you. Just that he knows you from work and you’re a ‘pretty decent guy’,” you laughed, letting go of his hand but desperately wanting to hold on to it forever. You didn’t really understand why, but something about his touch was so comforting, it made you feel like coming home after a long day.

“Uh, I was just about to smoke a bowl actually, if you’d like to join. Your brother told me you smoke,” Matt said, motioning to the coffee table covered in various paraphernalia.

“I don’t make a habit of smoking with strangers,” you responded sharply, realizing immediately how bitchy you must’ve sounded and wishing you could take it back. You scrunched your face a bit, cringing as you replayed the sentence over and over in your head.

“But I’m not a stranger! I’m Matt! Besides, this is fantastic stuff- I just got it from my guy the other day, knocks your socks off,” he giggled, his eyes wide as he wanted to desperately for you to say yes.

“Well, I guess I really can’t say no to free weed,” you shrugged, following him over to the old couch they had set up in their under furnished living room. It was exactly how you pictured your brothers apartment to look- disappointing and not at all coordinated.

“Sorry about the place, we’re trying to make it look nice but we’re not exactly interior decorators.” He shook his head as he looked around the room, before picking up his freshly packed bowl and lighting it.

“Yeah, it looks pretty frat-housey in here. I would expect more from you, but not from my brother,” you giggled, taking the glass pipe from Matt’s hands and enjoying it yourself.

“Why me?”

“Well... I don’t know...” you stuttered, shaking your head and trying to pull together a sentence. “You just seem to have... more style, I guess. Seem more put together.”

“I appreciate that. I do try extremely hard to not look like a douche.” He smiled kindly at you, his eyes shining with the reflection of the lighter as the two of you continued to share the bowl.

You made small talk for a bit, feeling the calm of the marijuana taking over your body. The old couch suddenly became much more comfortable as you sunk back into it, staring at the patterns on the ceiling. Matt was talking quietly behind you, trying to tell some story about him and your brother; but you were only half listening, losing yourself in your own thoughts of him. Thinking about the softness of his lips as he inhaled and exhaled, watching his hands flex tireless to work the lighter, noticing how his body seemed to relax more and more with each hit.

He tilted his head towards you, flicking the lighter with his thumb and escaping in the flame. He had lost himself in it, a comfortable silence coming down over the room. You watched the flame, too, trying to see whatever beauty he saw in it- but you weren’t feeling anything, and getting pretty antsy. You turned away from him, staring into the kitchen and hoping to see something edible from this distance. You weren’t sure what kind of food two men like this would bring into their home, but you were sure it was nothing good. Your stomach grumbled at the thought of something to eat, and you fell back into the couch with a groan.

“You okay?” Matt whispered, turning his face towards you and staring at your eyes.

“Mhmm,” you responded, not having the energy to respond at the moment.

“You are extremely beautiful,” he mumbled, his eyes exploring your face, finding themselves locked on your lips no matter how hard he tried to look away.

“What?” You snickered, replaying the words in your head, feeling your heart pounding out of your chest.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be weird. It’s just shocking to me how beautiful you are. Like a piece of art; I can’t take my eyes away.”

“You’re joking.” You rolled your eyes at him and pushed his arm playfully, trying to hide the obvious delight in your face.

“Why do you think I’m joking?”

“I just don’t hear that very often.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.” He frowned, looking down at his hands and playing with his over bitten nails.

“Sorry, I mean, I appreciate it of course. Fuck, sorry, I get so awkward when I’m high. Not very good at holding conversations.”

“Well, now that we’re friends I’ll make sure to remind you how beautiful you are as often as I can.” Matt placed his hand on yours lightly, at first only as a friendly touch, but feeling a comfort in the embrace. His thumb moved slowly, the small movement between your flesh overwhelming you with desire. Your eyes were locked on his, an intoxicating silence overcoming the room. You opened your mouth to speak, not sure exactly what to say, but the sound of the door unlocking breaking you from your daze. You pulled your hand away from his quickly and jumped off the couch, watching as the door opened and your brother walked in.

“Heyo!” Danny, your brother yelled, greeting the two of you with a large smile. “I see you’ve met my sister!”

“Yes, uh, yeah. We were just chatting,” Matt said defensively, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“I was just waiting for you to get back. That’s all.” You responded, nodding your head quickly.

“How sweet! Just in time to help me get the new couch up!”

“Absolutely not. I brought your box, that's all the free labor you are getting out of me.” You laughed awkwardly, looking back at Matt, who was still avoiding you.

“Alright, whatever, but don’t ever ask me for anything ever again.” Danny rolled his eyes, throwing his phone down on the counter and grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“Well, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow night for my party?” You asked, heading towards the door.

“Oh, right! I almost forgot. Is it cool if I bring Matt?”

You looked at Matt, who finally looked back at you, and you nodded slowly.

“Of course. I’ll see you guys then.” You smiled at the two of them, gave a small wave and left, closing the door loudly behind you. Fuck. What the fuck was that? Was he flirting with you? Or was he just high? You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall, trying to compose yourself before heading home.

***************

There was nothing that stressed you out more than when your roommate threw her chaotic ‘get togethers’ every other Friday at your place. It was always an exhausting mess, and now you had to think about Matt coming along as well. You hadn’t stopped thinking about your weird intimate moment together, and the thought of seeing him again made your stomach do backflips.

There was something about him that made you feel so comfortable, so at home. But he’s friends with your brother... he has to be a scumbag. Right? And what kind of guy just walks around telling random girls they’re beautiful. He was definitely just trying to sleep with you. Which of course you wanted to sleep with him too, obviously. But he was the kind of guy that you could find yourself falling for, and getting hurt, badly. He was the kind of guy that would break your heart. You could tell. And you could not let him in, no matter how much you wanted to.

Tonight has to be all about ignoring him. You cannot let him be alone with you, because the moment he’s alone with you and starts calling you beautiful again with his pretty face and intoxicating voice and touching your hand... you were playing a dangerous game. You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, trying to push the thoughts of him out of your head when you were interrupted.

“What are you doing? I told you to get the cups set out like 20 minutes ago!” Your roommate rolled her eyes, pushing you to the side and laying out the cups herself.

“Sorry, Callie. Just a bit distracted today.”

“I can tell. What’s going on with you? You were weird all night last night.”

“Just tired I guess. Don’t worry about it. I’ll go set the drinks out.” You walked away quickly, hoping she would be too focused on her party planning to ask any more questions. Whenever you told her about a new guy, she was stupidly optimistic. And you really didn’t need her telling you to go for it when your brain was giving you the exact opposite advice. She just shrugged, turned around and went back to mindlessly setting up. You felt relief wash over you as she looked away, and you could once again get lost in your own thoughts and anxieties.

You mindlessly laid cups and other dumb decorations out, Matt’s face continuously crossing your mind. You found yourself smiling every time you played his words over in your head. His voice like silk as it wrapped around your body, warmth flowing through you as his lips whispered ‘You are extremely beautiful’ over and over again. You felt your heart racing, and you took a deep breath as you were brought back into reality by the vibration of your phone in your pocket.

You grabbed it, only to see you had multiple missed calls from your brother. ‘Fuck’, you thought. He knew, he somehow knew about your little flirt session with Matt. You shook your head in distress, preparing for the oncoming conversation as you reluctantly pressed the answer button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You muttered, squeezing your eyes shut to bear the impending rage from your brother.

“Jesus, I've called you like 18 times? What’s your deal?” He laughed, his voice full of his normal light and cheery tone. You took a sigh of relief after you realized he didn’t know a thing.

“Sorry, uh, helping Callie set everything up. Must’ve put my phone down and forgot it somewhere.”

“Well I need to know what liquor and illegal substances you’d like me to bring tonight- I’ve only got like an hour!” He said urgently.

“Uh, honestly whatever you want. We’ve got a few bottles here but nothing you’d like, probably.”

“You sound distracted, you all good?” You could head the concern in his voice, and you rolled your eyes aggressively.

“Everyone keeps asking me that today and it’s pretty annoying. I’m just trying to set up a party I don’t really want to be involved in and everyone keeps bothering me!”

“Jesus, grumpy pants. Looks like someone needs a nap... or a blunt.” Danny laughed quietly, and you bit your tongue to stop yourself from yelling at him again.

“Sorry. On edge today. Don’t want to talk about it.”

“No worries. I’ll see you later, okay? Try and cheer up a bit by then, I’d like to make a good impression on Matt.” Danny hung up quickly after that, and the word ‘Matt” kept ringing in your head over and over like a church bell. You put your phone down on the table and looked up at Callie, who was adjusting your work on the cups table.

“I need a drink,” you groaned.

“A little pregame shot, I love it!” She squealed, prancing over to the bottles and pouring shots for the two of you. You downed yours quickly, letting the liquor burn through your insides. You were hoping, after enough of it, it would burn through any thoughts you had of him.

After another shot, the next hour before the guests arrived flew by. Callie put on some music and you danced your worries away, deciding which outfit to wear by rampaging through your closet. You kept fighting the urge to look as sexy as possible, one half of you wanting Matt’s jaw to drop as soon as he saw you, and the other half wanting him to ignore you all night. You couldn’t resist the temptation, though, and chose an extremely well fitting and low cut dress that accentuated all of your best features perfectly.

“God, you are literally the perfect specimen,” Callie giggled as you walked out of your room to show off. “Who the fuck are you trying to impress?”

“No one!” You responded, raising your eyes at her. “Can’t I just look good for myself?”

“Not that good. That is for someone. I know you.” You were saved by the ringing of your doorbell, and you smiled, relieved.

“Whatever you say. Go welcome your guests,” you motioned to the door. Callie just rolled her eyes and walked gleefully over to the entryway to welcome your first partygoers.

A few more groups of people rolled in, and you paid no attention as you were too busy making yourself another strong drink. You poured sloppily into the cup, giggling as splashes of soda and vodka spilled down the sides of your cup.

“You better watch out there, pretty girl. Making quite a mess.”

You turned around quickly, Matt’s voice making you jump in surprise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled brightly, his perfect face begging to be touched, adored, kissed. You looked at every part of him, every beautiful part of him, stuttering to get words out.

“No... you’re... it’s okay. Sorry.” You put the bottle back down on the table and picked up your cup, taking a large swig, and nearly gagging on the taste of the strong liquor.

“Can I get in there and make a drink?” His eyes travelled up and down your body, his lips slightly pursing at the sight of you. You felt your heart pounding through your chest and he eyed you. His eyes finally locked on yours, his gaze paralyzing, your body refusing to move.

“Of course. We have lots of options. Anything you want,” you managed to squeak out, still unable to draw yourself away from his gaze. His eyes didn’t leave yours, and he smiled slightly, reaching his hand out to grab a bottle. For a split second you thought he was reaching out to touch you, and when you thought about the feeling of his skin on yours, you felt yourself melt. Desire and craving washed over your body in a wave that you couldn’t push away even if you tried.

“Thank you. I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” He finally looked away, and began walking back towards the small group of people who had gathered in your living room, including Callie and your brother. You felt relief as you were able to breath again, your body relaxing as he got farther and farther away. You waited a few moments before following him to join the rest of your friends.

“Ah, there you are, my sister!” Danny yelled, wrapping you in his arms so abruptly that you almost spilled your drink everywhere.

“Hey bud!” You hugged him back, grateful to have someone here to take your mind off of Matt.

“We were just about to play a fun little ice breaker game, since Matt is new to the group and all,” Danny motioned to Matt, who smiled and waved awkwardly as everyone stared at him.

“An ice breaker, really? What is this, college orientation?” You joked, taking another swig of your intensely strong drink.

“Shut up. Don’t be such an ass.” Danny rolled his eyes and pointed to an empty seat, and you realized it wasn’t worth fighting him. He loved to play stupid little games like this, that everyone else dreaded. But you have to admit, everyone always ended up having fun at the end of the day.

“What’s the game, Danny boy?” Callie cooed, getting comfy on the couch between a few of your other friends. She always had the biggest crush on him, although you forbid her from ever getting near him. It wasn’t her, you loved her and would love it even more if she was your sister. But he was such a dick, you knew he would break her heart, and you would not stand for that.

“Easy, everyone shares one surprising fact about themselves.”

“Oh god, I don’t think I have any,” someone moaned, and Danny just laughed.

“No worries, plenty of time to think. I can start. Uh.... I slept with my professors wife in college as revenge for him giving me a C- on my final.” Danny smiled proudly and took a long swig of beer. The group around you just groaned in disgust and laughed, but you knew the story. That wasn’t the entirety of it at all, in fact, Danny had fallen desperately in love with this woman and she crushed his heart by choosing her husband over him. But he would never tell all of that, because that doesn’t sound cool. Apparently you weren’t the only one who knew the truth, though, because Matt instinctively turned to you and looked at you in a way that read, ‘This guy is so full of shit.’ Apparently Matt and your brother were closer than you though, if he told him his biggest secret.

“Hmm, Matt, I think you should be next. Only fair since you’re the new guy.” Danny turned to Matt with an excited face, like a little kid on christmas.

“Oh man, alright. Well, I guess one thing that people have a hard time believing about me is that I am a bit of a hopeless romantic. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight. All of that bullshit. I’m a sucker for it.” Matt looked right at you as the words spilled out of his mouth, not even trying to hide the obviousness of what he was trying to say. You tried your best to look away from him, but you couldn’t pretend his words weren’t entrapping you.

“That’s super corny, bro,” Danny laughed, pushing Matt slightly. He just shrugged, and took a sip of vodka straight from the bottle. Danny bothered a few more people about their secrets, and you listened intently to stories about shoplifting and coke addictions, trying to avoid his obvious gaze. You knew he was staring at you, his eyes burning holes in your body as the liquor started to flow through him. He wanted you, he craved you, in a way he had never experienced before.

Love at first sight had always been a myth to you; something in books and movies. Fiction. Until you heard the words slip from his mouth. Love at first sight, soul mates. It was all impossible. But why couldn’t you stop thinking of him. Why did his state send shivers through your body? Why did it feel like you had been waiting for him your entire life, even though you just met?

“(Y/N)! It’s your turn!” You heard Danny yell, bringing you out of your thoughts once again.

“Uh... what’s going on again?” You murmured, the alcohol overcoming your brain as you tried to remember the dumb activity you were being forced to participate in.

“Alright, you might need to slow down on the drinks girl.” Callie laughed, pointing at the cup in your hand.

“I’m fine. Just lost my train of thought!”

“Tell us a surprising fact about yourself,” Matt chimed in, a flirtatious smile plastered across his face.

“Uh, right. Well... I have a really huge record collection. It’s kind of my hobby.” You shrugged, nodding your head slowly as the group around you seemed let down by the less than flashy secret.

“You’re kidding! I collect vinyls too. I have like a thousand,” Mattresponded, his eyes lighting up at the realization that he finally had a way to talk to you.

“You should show him your collection, (Y/N), it’s ridiculously impressive,” Callie said, nodding in excitement. Your heart stopped at her words, hoping that Matt would say ‘Another time!’ and you would forget about the entire interaction. But you knew he would take up any offer to be alone with you; and a part of you was hoping he would.

“I’d love to see it,” Matt said slowly, his voice now a serious tone as he waited nervously for your response.

“Uh... of course. Does anyone else want to see?” You asked, in one final last ditch effort to protect yourself from being alone with him. But the room had already moved on from you, and no one even heard you ask the question. You looked up at Matt, his perfect smile once again showing itself.

“Guess it’s just you and I, pretty girl.” He whispered to you, his hand on your shoulder. He leaned in as he spoke to you, as if to keep the nickname a secret. You looked around in hopes that someone noticed, someone would put a stop to it. But everyone had already moved on, started new conversations, brought themselves deeper into a state of inebriation. No one saw either of you, and you could easily slip away into the night with him.

You stood up slowly, and motioned for Matt to follow you into your room. He eagerly followed behind, not a single soul in the room even realizing you were leaving. You felt your heart pounding in anticipation and nervousness, not knowing how the next few minutes would play out. You took a few deep breaths to control yourself before opening the door to your room and letting Matt follow.

“Open or closed?” He asked, his hand gripped on the door handle as he awaited your response.

“Closed. I don’t like people seeing my personal space,” you said, moving over to the shelves that held your vinyls. Matt nodded and closed the door lightly, following you over to your collection.

You walked to the corner of your small, cluttered bedroom. Sat in the corner was multiple shelving units, all packed high and bending under the weight of your numerous records. Next to the shelves was a small desk, which your record player sat beautifully on top of. Your room was overwhelming to a stranger's eye, but every single thing in there had a purpose, to you. It was your sanctuary. And it wasn’t a place you regularly invited strangers. You barely ever let Callie or Danny in there. But seeing him stand there, gazing in fascination at your records, felt very comfortable. You knew that he would respect your space, and not question it. It was a nice feeling to be able to share something so private with someone.

“Wow... this is amazing (Y/N)... you have fantastic taste in music,” he whispered, running his hands up and down the records.

“Thank you. Some of them I don’t really listen to, they’ve just been collected from garage sales and thrift stores over the years.” You watched him in awe, every feature glowing in the low light of your room. He smiled at certain titles, pulling things out delicately to look at the covers. He was beautiful, perfect. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“Do you wanna smoke a blunt?” He asked, turning to you in excitement as he pulled out a bag of weed from his pocket.

“Of course. Just crack the window,” you responded, your eyes still locked on him.

“Perfect! Let’s listen to something, too. Do you mind rolling so I can pick something out?” He asked, handing you the plastic bag. Your hand touched his as you grabbed it from him, and you felt time freeze as your skin made contact. He was warm, soft, angelic in his touch. You wanted more, you craved more. But you let go, pulling yourself away.

You watched him pull out various records and contemplate what to put on as you carefully rolled a blunt to smoke. His face was focused and concentrated, and the furrow in his brow made you smile. You couldn’t help but smile around him. He finally pulled out an album you immediately recognized as (Y/F/A).

“How did you know?” You asked, watching him as he delicately took the record out and placed it on your player.

“What?” He giggled, biting his lip as he looked up at you.

“That's my favorite album.”

“You’re joking. It’s mine, too.” He looked up at you, your eyes once again meeting. You didn’t need to speak to know what was going through his mind. The two of you were both thinking the same thing. He broke the stare first to start playing the music, his hands gently placing the needle on the record.

The music began quietly, but filled the room around you. You lit up the blunt and began to smoke, a wave of happiness coming over you as you took in your surroundings. A beautiful boy, your favorite music, some fantastic weed. It was paradise. It was pure bliss.

You smoked the blunt in silence, both of you taking in the beauty of the music, no need for words. You watched him, his movements, enthralled by his every move. The light from the blunt lit up his face in an almost angelic way, making your heart race every time he took a puff. The more high you got, the more you wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him, love him. Love at first sight, it’s bull shit, right? But what if it isn’t? What if it’s sitting right in front of you?

“Dance with me.” Matt said, standing up quickly and reaching out his hand.

“I... what?” You asked, giggling slightly at the man who was standing in front of you.

“Dance with me. You know you want to.” He raises his eyebrows at you, hand still stuck out waiting for you. You rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaping your lips as you grabbed his hand and stood up. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. The smell of smoke and mint immediately overtook you, the warmth of his body wrapping you in comfort. Being in his arms, it was the most calming feeling in the world. It was the best feeling in the world.

In that moment, nothing else mattered to you except being with him. You would do anything to hold on to that moment. You reached your hand up to his face and touched it gently, the softened of his skin flowing on your fingertips. You brushed the few stray wisps of hair away from his face before bringing your lips up to his.

There are many different types of kisses in the world. You first kiss, which is awkward and usually terrible. A sad kiss, one where you know it will be your last kiss for a while. A lustful kiss, where you can’t keep your hands off of each other and want nothing more than to rip clothes off. But this kiss... this was a kiss you had never experienced before. It was a kiss that filled your entire body; flooded you with light and calmness, made every bad thing you’ve ever felt disappear into thin air as your lips pressed against his. It was a kiss that you knew was saved especially between two people who were meant to be. A kiss between soul mates.

As your lips worked effortlessly with his, everything else in the world disappeared except for you and him. You melted into each other, two paints seamlessly coming together to create a beautiful piece of art. You never wanted to let go of him. You never would, if it was up to you. But you needed a second, a second to catch your breath, a second to ground yourself back to reality.

You pulled away from him, your hands still locked in his hair and his on your waist. “We should go back out there. We don’t want to look suspicious,” you whispered, suddenly remembering the circumstances that led you in here in the first place.

“Of course, that’s for the best. But I promise you this is not the end of us.” Matt kissed your cheek and winked flirtatiously before heading back out to your living room. You sat quietly for a moment, your heart racing and your breathing unsteady. In that moment, you knew that was it. That was the last first kiss of your life.

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