#Mr.Jones

[thosdickson]

KVETCH, kvetch, kvetch!

Paddling Lake Woebegone... again.

Viernes 15 de Marzo, 2024

So where to even BEGIN to catch up with myself?

Back to SF Fev 6 - 20; cut short to make sure I was back to MVD in time for my shit to hit the street here — BUT IT DIDN'T, OF COURSE — SO I spent $200 to cut the last week off my trip*, cut the SFUSD by days**, and SIT AROUND for another ten days. So what to do? I know : a BIKEWRECK 🤬 23 Fev: the new bikelane down 18 de Julio, impulse to stare to the right at Crespo looking for the "perfect storage space" that wasn't...

WHAM-BAMM!! Ass over teakettle "en media calle" ; hit that big hard black rubber traffic cone with my left shoulder. Knew I'd jacked it good, and left wrist almost sprained, just above the left knee, left ring fingertip crushed.

People ran up to help the old fool... left arm hanging loose "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." vision pixellated, like my eyeball was hanging out or somethin. Struggled to see and walk, locked the bike to the closest parking sign, walked home bleeding from three spots on my right hand, and from inside my left ear.

Amazed the bike was unhurt, nor were my sunglasses of Bill's, the OPs I spent hundreds on lenses for, just this left shoulder I'd so carefully trained and strengthened since the 2018 surgery to correct the massive rotocuff tear and 40 year old dislocation from the 1977 wreck of Kent C's Alfa. No problem: just let go... again... of the wish, the strength, the confidence, the feeling of some small success. Nothing matters in this BEST of "GOD's will" world. HOW do I know God's watching, maybe laughing? Because the NEXT DAY + 7, Saturday 2 Mar, my stuff arrives at the SimpleBox in Ciudad Viejo 10months and $10K down this road (to ruin). Of COURSE the gold FINALLY shot up past $2100 right after I cashed most of it in to pay off the Aduanas (or Uruvan?) suckers.

Obviously, God wanted to keep me off a bike. Last Friday, 8 Mar, BOTH the blue Retrospec I bought here a year ago, and the newish Trek I just brought from SF were both swiped from just the other side of my door while I was eating my pressure-pot dinner about 9pm.

Not a SOUND. I came out for some reason about 10pm, first noticed the stair's door open, then the clean open space along the tiled wall where the bikes had been. I ran downstairs and outside, talked to a young man working for CUTSCA the bus company standing at the bustop in front of 2033. Yes, he'd seen a man and a woman run out the heavy iron front door into 18 de Julio with my bikes "about an hour" before. The guy almost ran into an oncoming bus in his panic to get away. NO the lobby camera didn't record past 30 minutes before. Pablo, the guy living directly below, turned out to be the building manager.

"We called them to fix the camera system, but they never came." This is the picture he knocked at the door to offer later, and how I tried to make it usable with Photoshop >>>

Juan Pedro, my host's son, was kind enough to offer to let me put off the rent until month's end, but, honestly...

Aikido says: "take the hit — then redirect"... that Saturday I spent an hour with a young policewoman taking my theft report with thinly disguised contempt for another clueless old fuck, this one with such lousy Spanish her patience wore out long before her few questions got answered.

"You know something's happening, but you don't know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?"

#majortom #okboomer #Mr.Jones

[ghastlyfantasy]

Ive been playing w/ the idea of brining an older oc into ffxiv so have a scruffy gunbreaking viera man :)

#Mr.Jones my love.. #i need to draw him more but i get so easily distracted LMAO #he is a cowpoke rockstar in all other universes so do w/ that as you will :) #jones #viera #ffxiv #myart #ffxiv art

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

It would be so cute if you could write about harry and yn being together since highschool and they were each others first everything and they got married very early and just their live together now yk

From Here To Eternity.

a/n: thank you to the very kind anon that requested this blurb, it was definitely a fun one to write and i’m sorry it took so long to post! fyi i’m absolutely terrible at writing smut so please don’t come at me🫶

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likes and re-blogs are very much appreciated!!

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in which, harry and you first met on your first day of secondary school, and since then your lives have always revolved around each other. she’s been there through everything, his x-factor audition, when the band first rose to fame, when they went on a hiatus and when he made it big as a solo star. they were each others first everything’s, and that made the whole ordeal just that more special.

September 4th, 2009 — the first meeting.

On the first day of secondary school, your nerves were through the roof. The fact that your hands were shaking was not helping the factor that you knew absolutely no one in this school.

You were absolutely terrified of being late to your classes and having to do the walk of shame towards your desk as everyone stared at you.

Walking down the hallway, you happened to spot a boy with brown curly hair, he was putting something away in his locker and a focused look on his face.

“Excuse me,” You gained his attention as you walked over to him, his snapping over to me. “I was wondering if you happened to know where room 102 was?”

He closed his locker behind him and stood up straighter. “— yeah I do, I’m heading there myself in a minute, what’s your name? M’Harry?”

Relief showered your body knowing that you had found someone to talk to and someone you could walk into class with. “My names (Y/N)”

“So are you new here?”he asked, gripping a hold of his backpack that was over his shoulder, it blended in with your school uniform.

You nodded your head. “—yeah we moved from Liverpool, today's my first day.”

“So what classes do you have today?” Harry asked as you tried not to bump into students in your way.

You glanced down at the timetable that was in your hands and let out a small groan. “I’ve got Math, English, Religious Studies and then Science”

Harry let out a small laugh. “— I’ve got the same, looks like we’re going to be in the same classes”

Thank god.

At least you would know someone in your classes through the day and wouldn’t have to feel like a loner.

“Maths is definitely my favourite subject,”Harry continued on smiling at the thought of his favourite subject. “What’s yours?”

“Oh I’m absolutely terrible at maths,”You shook your head before pondering an answer to his previous question. “— I think my favourite subject may be pe.”

As the two of you walked towards the class (more like you following behind him like a little bit of a lost puppy) you continued to chet about your favourite hobbies.

You found out that he was part of a music group named ‘White Eskimo’ and he had even invited you to rage along to one of their practices when you had time.

You found yourself laughing at the little jokes that he seemed to slip into the conversation and you felt a lot more at ease about the school day ahead.

By the time you both arrived at the door of the classroom, you felt your throat go dry upon seeing your Maths teacher Mr.Jones already reaching the class.

Not only had you made yourself late, you had now dragged your new friend down to your depths.

Great.

Harry tried to quietly open the door, hoping not to disturb the class but the teacher had already snapped their head over to see the two of you entering the room.

Mr.Jones raised an eyebrow at Harry. “Late on the first day back?”

Your new friend looked down at the ground slightly. “—M’sorry,Sir.”

The teacher let out a sigh before turning their attention over to you and eyeing you up carefully. “Who's your friend?”

“My names (Y/N), I’m new here and Harry helped me get here, it’s my fault we’re late.”I tried to explain to the teacher who just pushed there glasses further up the bridge of there nose.

“Well (Y/N) and Harry, go ahead and take the seats at the back of the class for me.”Mr.Jones nodded there head over to the two empty seats you were expected to occupy.

As the two of you sat down in the seats, you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and felt your face flush a soft shade of pink.

Being late on your first day wasn’t so teething you expected to do. But they couldn’t really blame you.

You just didn’t want to make a bad first impression.

“I’m sorry about making you late.”You apologised to Harry, as you grabbed a pencil from your pencil case.

Harry waved you off with a reassuring smile. “— it’s all good.”

As the lesson progressed on you and Harry shared notes about the syllabus you were learning, helping each other with the work as much as you could without the teacher calling you out for speaking.

“Thanks for letting me sit next to you, you didn’t have to.” you muttered to Harry who was flicking through the textbook.

He smiled at you. “— honestly, it’s been my pleasure, and can’t wait to see where this friendship goes.”

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April 2nd, 2010 — Prom.

When Harry had invited you round his house on Saturday, you thought absolutely nothing of it.

Since you first started year eleven, you and Harry were quick to become best friends and would often go round each other's houses on the weekend and have a sleepover until Sunday.

When he opened the door after hearing you knock on it, you could instantly pick up on how nervous he was due to the fact his fingers were curled up into a fist.

“Hi, H!”you greeted him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

There was no doubt that over the course of your friendship that you hadn’t thought about him in another way.

You spent every school day together since you started and most weekends together as well unless you were doing something with your families.

Harry opened the door a bit more. “— hey, come on in.”

Once inside, Harry led you out to the back garden seeing as it was a warm summer's day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Until your eyes landed on the set up.

A picnic had been set up and a red and white chequered blanket was laid out on the greenery. A bowl of fruit in the middle with some sandwiches laid out as well.

“Wow..Harry,”you breathed out. “— what’s all this for?”

“I was thinking about Prom and how we weren’t too sure about if we should go,”he explained, sitting down on the blanket with you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “— I wanted to ask if you would be my Prom date? I wanted it to be special.”

Did you hear him right?

He wants you to be his prom date?

“Really?”was all I managed to speak, still trying to wrap my head around his question.

He nodded his head. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I can’t deny that I like you, we’re friends and going to prom together would be the first step into getting something more.”

Was this way of him saying he liked you?

Holy fucking moly.

“You like me?”

He smirked at you. “— isn’t that obvious?”

He took a sip of strawberry water from his cup. “So what do you say? Will you be my prom date?”

You flushed a shade of red making him let out a small laugh. “I would love to be your prom date!”

When Prom night finally came around, your nerves were skyrocketing.

You stood at the top of the stairs after hearing from your mum who was peering out the windows that your prom date had arrived and was eagerly awaiting for your prom dress to get revealed, so that he could like you even more.

You took in a small inhale of air before your heel clad feet started making their way down the stairs, hand holding onto the railing so that you didn’t fall and trip, and that was when you saw him.

Harry.

He was wearing a grey suit, with a white crisp shirt underneath as well as a matching grey suit vest and a black bow tie to compliment the outfit even more, his hair was styled the exact same with his unruly curls framing his face and had some black shoes on his feet.

“Wow,”Harry’s mouth gaped as he stared at you, “— you look beautiful!”

You had no idea that you would be matching colours seeing as you hadn’t even known what each other was going to wear.

This was complete coincidence.

Your dress was a light grey strapless dress with a long skirt that was layered. There was a sprinkling of light pink flowers embroidered onto the torso of the dress to add the slightest pop of colour.

Your cheeks flushed. “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

Your mother was standing next to your father at the bottom of the stairs as well, a camera was in her hands as Harry came and stood next to you, placing a hand on your hip and bringing you in closer to him.

“The two of you look lovely.”Your mother complimented as she continued to take photos.

“Thanks mom.”You let out a small groan of embarrassment as Harry let out a small laugh.

Your father clapped Harry on the back as the two of you made your way towards the front door, he was grinning at him. “— take care of my daughter tonight, Harry.”

“I will Mr. (Y/L/N)”Harry let out a nervous chuckle.

After the two of you had said your goodbyes to your parents, Harry who had just passed his drivers test grabbed his keys out of his pocket and opened your car door for you like a true gentleman.

Once the both of you were in the seats, Harry turned to look at you with a look of fondness. “You really do look beautiful by the way.”

“And you really do look handsome.”You told him in truth, tucking a curl out of his eyes.

The drive to the venue was one filled with laughter and comfortableness when the two of you arrived at the venue, strobe lights were lining up the exterior as a red carpet was rolled out.

Throughout the entire night, you and Harry continued to dance, moving your bodies and that was when you realised just how charming and considerate Harry really was.

All in all you had a great time together.

As the night drew to a close and prom king and queen was announced, Harry placed a hand on the small of your back as the final slow dance of the evening took place.

“How would you feel if I took you on a real date sometime?”

Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach felt as if butterflies had taken home there. “— I would feel privileged.”

What a great way to end the night.

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June 17th, 2010 — the first time.

“If you're not ready to do this…''Harry panted out as you wrapped your arms around his neck from where you were laying underneath him, both of you in nothing but your knickers. “…then we don’t have to, I’m not pressuring you into doing anything.”

“I really want to do this,”you whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. “— there’s no one else I would rather be doing this with, I trust you Harry, baby.”

After your first date, you and Harry had been on five more before he asked you to be his girlfriend and after dating for two months you finally figured out that you were both ready to take the next big step in your relationship.

Harry nodded his head and started leaving kisses down her jaw, and lower down her neck, making you squirm slightly in his grip.

He slowly pulled the waistband of your knickers down from your hips and gradually down your leg making you wish he would simply hurry up.

“God, you're making me melt over here, babe.” Harry complimented as he took sight of your bare core, glistening and all for him.

He was a virgin also, so that factor made this even more special.

“Please..please har..Harry.”you whined, head thrown back as his hand teased at your bud of nerves, he tried not to whine as well at seeing you like this.

Your first time was together.

He was getting you ready for him and that made you even more nervous.

The condom was on his length before you even got a chance to blink.

His length was bulky and there was a large vein leading up to the top of his penis, where a drop of pre cum was starting to form.

Harry laced your fingers together as he slowly entered your soaking core.

It wasn’t as painful as you had imagined but it was definitely uncomfortable.

It would take a lot of getting used to.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling and knowing that the moisture was all because of him and no one else.

“You feel so good (Y/N).”Harry groaned as he thrusted in and out of you at a gentle pace.

You reached your hand up and pulled at his curls as moans and groans fell from both of your lips and filled his bedroom.

He kissed you with everything he had, and that was what solidified the deal for you.

You loved him.

Your legs tightened and your stomach copied.

“Let go, sweet girl,”Harry spoke softly, making a tear fall down your cheek at the pleasure you were currently facing. “— come for me, babe.”

“Let go, let go for me, sweet girl.” A wave of ecstasy rolled over your body as you came undone and felt his lips against your feverish skin.

Harry pressed a kiss to your lips. “— I love you (Y/N) I love you so much.”

Your pants made it hard to figure things out around you but you had definitely heard what he had said.

He loves you?

Harry Edward Styles really said he loved you.

You let out a small breath. “I love you Harry, I really do.”

There’s definitely a right place to say things like this and this was definitely the place.

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August 6th, 2010 — the news.

“I’ve got some news.”

You tilted your head to the side as you laid down next to Harry on the hammock in his garden, your legs entwined and your head rested on his chest.

You lifted your head up slightly. “What’s the news?”

“You know how you and mum are always saying that I’ve got a good voice?” He asked, running a hand up and down your arm.

You nodded at him as an answer, you did really think that he had a good voice, you would often hear him singing to himself getting changed in the mornings you would sleep over, you would hear him singing you to sleep at night when you were a little bit restless.

He was even part of ‘White Eskimo’ so if he was the frontman of a band then he obviously had a good voice.

“Well I think I’m going to audition for X-factor.”

You sat up completely, eyes wide as his words registered in your brain.

“You're going to audition for X-factor?”You exclaimed, “— as in the show with Louis Walsh and Dermot O Leary?”

He nodded his head. “I’ve been practising non stop, you hear me singing all the time, so it only seems like the right thing to do.”

“I’m really excited for you!” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek out of pure affection.

“Do you have an idea about what you're going to sing?” You mused, staring at him softly.

“Yeah, I want to sing something that really showcases my voice so I’ve been thinking ‘Hey Soul Sister’.”

One of your favourite songs.

“That’s a really good song, H.” you informed him, lacing your fingers together. “— you're going to do absolutely amazing.”

He hummed. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” You assured him, the sun shining down on your skin to give it a nice sun kissed glow. “— and I’m always here if you ever want help practising.”

He laughed, throwing his head back slightly at your words, you both knew that you were a very bad singer so just the thought of you helping him out seemed funny.

“I’ll definitely consider that.”

Over the next few weeks leading up to the audition, you would hear Harry singing every chance he got.

Whether that be in the shower, in the car on the way to school, and sometimes when you stayed over you could swear that you heard him singing in his sleep.

But that only showed his dedication to impress the judges.

And that hard work definitely paid off.

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February 19th, 2013 — gaining permission.

It was a warm summer’s evening when Harry approached the front door of your childhood home.

His nerves were high as he raised his fist to knock against the wood, his mind still rehearsing everything that he was about to say to him.

After hearing someone knock against the front door, your father raised his eyebrows and went ahead towards it, opening it up and coming face to face with your boyfriend of nearly three years.

“Hello Mr. (Y/L/N)”Harry greeted the man he called a second father and offered him a grin.

Your father and Harry shook hands. “— Afternoon, Harry.”

You had absolutely no idea that Harry was going round to speak to your father tonight seeing as you were on a girls weekend with a few friends from school, and so Harry thought this would be the best time to speak to him, without you wondering where he was.

The timing was perfect really.

“I came to talk to you about something really important, if that’s alright with you.”Harry explained, his palms suddenly becoming slightly sweaty.

Your father invited him into the home and they both settled down on the sofas in the living room, Harry began speaking seeing as he couldn’t hold it off anymore.

"Mr. (Y/L/N), I know we're young, but I can't imagine my future without your daughter," Harry stated as he sat across from your dad.

"I appreciate your honesty, Harry. But marriage is a big commitment. Are you sure you're ready for that?" Your dad replied, folding his arms.

When Harry was placed as a member of One Direction, he didn’t think that his life would change drastically, he had heard stories of boy bands and their girlfriends always having a hard time, but you and Harry were beating all the odds.

The two of you were stronger than ever.

"Yes, sir," Harry answered confidently. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I love her so much and I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy."

Your dad leaned back in his chair, contemplating Harry’s words. "Well, I have to say, I'm impressed with your sincerity. It's not often you see such devotion in young people these days. Alright, I'll give you my blessing."

The singer let out a sigh of relief and a smile spread across his face. "Thank you, sir! I'll do my best to make her happy every day."

As Harry stood up to leave, your dad stopped him. "One more thing, James. Promise me that you'll take care of her. She's my little girl and I love her more than anything in this world."

"I promise, sir," Harry replied, nodding his head earnestly. "I'll always be there for her and do whatever it takes to make her happy."

As Harry left, your dad couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. He knew that his daughter was in good hands with a man who loved her so deeply.

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March 1st, 2013 — the pier.

Coming to the pier was a bit of a last time for you and Harry.

It held a lot of memories for the two of you.

When you would spend the nights round his house on the weekends, you would sneak out of the house and go and spend some time at the arcades at the end of the pier, he even won you a stuffed unicorn once.

You had gone there after prom when he asked you out on a proper date to stare at the stars as they rested in the sky,

After your fifth date, Harry had brought you to the pier and asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend.

You had been on the pier when he told you that he was put in One Direction, you weren’t allowed to be at that audition because your parents said that school was more important, you were there when he told you that his life was about to change drastically.

As you and Harry walked along the pier, he held your manicured hand tightly.

“So how was your day, baby?” You quizzed him, swinging your hands back and forth slightly.

“It was good,”Harry replied, “— busy with getting things ready for the tour, but it was good overall.”

You knew how hard he and the rest of the boys were working so that they could get everything ready for the tour they were about to embark on, you were tagging along as well so that you could spend as much time with Harry as possible.

“I can imagine,”you offered him a small smile. “How’s all that going?”

“I think it’s going well, to be honest.”he squeezed your hand as you continued walking down the pier. “— we’re just working on nailing the set list and then everything should be ready to go.”

As the two of you walked, the topic of conversation shifted from work to your family and then to finally what you both wanted your future to look like.

Over the years you had learned to feel comfortable with speaking to Harry about everything and anything.

“Speaking of the future,” He spoke, making you glance over at him, your eyes locking. “— what do you see in our future?”

You had thought about an answer to this question for a while now and contemplated telling him, but now seemed like the appropriate time to say it.

“I definitely see us having a happy, loving life together,”you began to answer, breathing softly. “Maybe a house, marriage and definitely some kids, you’d be a great dad.”

Harry’s heart swelled after hearing your words. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

The two of you gazed out at the moonlit waves crashing below the wooden slats that were holding the pier up.

Finally, you reached the end of the pier where Harry stopped and turned to face you.

"(Y/N), I know we're only young," he began, "but I love you more than anything in this world. These past three years have been the happiest of my life and I can't imagine spending my future with anyone else."

Your heart was pounding as she stared into Harry’s forest green orbs that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.

"H, I love you too," you replied, your voice shaking slightly.

“Sweetheart, you're my best friend, actually your more than that, your my whole world, my absolute reason to wake up every morning, you’ve been by my side through all the hardships and to say you’ve made me a better man would one hundred percent be the understatement of the century.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, trying to regulate your breathing as your ears started ringing as you stared at the man you adored.

Your eyes widened as you watched Harry kneel down on one knee and pull out a small velvet box from his pocket. "(Y/N), will you marry me?"

Marriage.

Harry wanted you to be his wife.

You could barely see him through the tears that were falling from your eyes, but you could make out that he was crying as well.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, of course, I will!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Harry’s neck.

Once the two of you broke away from the hug, he slipped the ring from the box onto your finger, both hands shaking from the adrenaline currently coursing through their body.

The two of you embraced tightly, feeling each other's heartbeat as the gentle breeze swirled around you. For you and Harry, this moment felt like the beginning of forever.

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August, 2014 — I do.

You took in a deep breath as you stood at the end of the altar next to your father, your arm linked with his as your other hand held a bouquet of flowers.

When the familiar chords of one of your and Harry’s favourite songs rang out throughout the small registery office that the two of you had decided to get wed at, that was when you realised that this was really happening.

You were getting married.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Your father asked you, head tilted to the side.

You took in a hesitant small breath as you nodded at the words your father had just spoken. “Honestly, this is as ready as I’ll ever be.”

He nodded his head at your words before opening the doors to the side of the room, your breath hitched in your throat.

Your groom lifted his head when he heard whispers filling up the room and that was all the clarification he needed to know that you were present.

He hesitantly lifted his head and salt water instantly filled his orbs.

You looked astonishing.

It felt as if it was just the two of you in the room, your eyes remained locked on each other as you got closer and closer, the moment was pure and heartwarming.

Harry’s curls had grown out since your engagement on the pier so they were pushed back by a simple headband, so they didn’t block his view of you and he was adorning a suit of black colour, a white frilled shirt underneath as a thin silk black tie hung around his neck.

Your wedding dress was what you had always dreamed your dress would look like on your special day. It was Lacey and hung loosely to your figure in certain areas, flowers embroidered the sleeves and around your collar.

As your heel clad feet came to a stop by your soon to be husband, your father left a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, before taking a seat at the front two next to your mother as well as Harry’s parents and sister.

Your hand slipped into Harry’s and he rubbed soft circles on the back of it to reassure you that everything was going to be okay.

“You look beautiful, m’love.”Harry whispered as his own eyes filled with more tears.

The officiant glanced around at the people around you that were gathered in the small room before clearing his throat and beginning to speak.

“(Y/N) and Harry have decided to write their own vows as a declaration of there love for one another as well as there marriage,” the man began, looking down at the notes in his hands.

You and Harry locked gazes with each other and both offered each other a small smile, this was really happening.

“God, Harry I don’t even know where to begin,”you looked down at the piece of paper in your hand that was filled with your handwriting.

“— just for this day, I had to Google what the definition of a soulmate was but then I realised I didn’t have to. You were the definition. Plain and Simple. When we first met our first conversation was me asking you for directions, but over the past three years of getting to know you and fall continuously in love with you, I have come to known that you have showed me new directions of life, directions I didn’t think I would see unless I hadn’t of met you. You continue to make me proud and that’s one of the main reasons I love you.”

You glanced up at him when you had finished reading your vows and watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Harry turned to look at the small gathering of people you had invited to be here for this special moment, and a wet chuckle fell from his lips. “How on earth am I supposed to beat that?”

He turned back to look at you, unfolding a piece of paper from his shit pocket and starting to read aloud. “— My sweet girl, m’love, when we first started dating, straight from the get go I had promised to cherish you from then on out, from our first meeting you instantly captured my heart, you’ve made me a better person, and for that I simply can’t thank you enough, your all I ever want and more, I love you and will continue to love you as long as my heart remains beating.”

There was definitely not a dry eye in sight when Harry had finished reading.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), do you take Harry Edward Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward?”

“I do.”

“And do you Harry Edward Styles take (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward?”

“Of course I bloody do!”

Harry’s best man, his stepfather Robin Twist steps forward from where he’s sat next to Anne, offering both of you the rings.

The ring slipped onto Harry’s finger effortlessly.

His hands worked delicately to slip yours on.

The officiant smiled adoringly. “— with the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!”

Harry didn’t waste a second in bringing his lip balmed lips down against yours, as the taste of strawberry filled your senses, the kiss was one full of tenderness and love.

It was all official.

You were now Mrs. (Y/N) Styles.

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June 18th, 2015 — the delivery.

"I'm here!"

You looked up from the hospital bed you were currently laying on to see your husband run into the room, his eyes wide as he assessed the situation.

You were laid on the hospital bed, tears falling freely down your cheeks as your mother crouched at your bed side holding your hand and soothing you.

"H..Harry…"You spoke, voice coming out dry and hoarse.

The man rushed to your side, taking a hold of your hand and pushing some of the hair that had dried around your forehead out of your face. "— it's okay sweet girl, it's all okay. I'm here now"

Your mother gulped and looked down at the two of you. "I'll wait outside, give the two of you some space"the older women turned to look at her daughter. "You've got this (Y/N)"

Got what exactly?

Let’s answer that question.

You and Harry never really got to have a proper honeymoon after your wedding, due to the fact he was touring and didn’t have enough time to change the plans when they surrounded the band and management.

So almost six months ago, the band had decided to go on a little break near Christmas time so that they could spend the new years at home with their families and so you and Harry went back to holmes chapel.

And on Christmas Eve, the two of you christened the night and an explosion of love was formed.

You got pregnant.

And now, not even near the full term of pregnancy, your waters had broken when you were on a coffee date with your mother, your nerves were heightened especially when you had four months left in your pregnancy.

Once your mother had left the room, you turned to look at your husband, swallowing roughly. "I can't do it Harry..it's too early..they're not gonna make it!"

"Don't think like that, everything's going to be fine, I promise.” and with that he pressed a kiss to your damp cheek, grabbing ahold of your hand and rubbing the back of it softly.

Suddenly, you pinched her eyes shut and let out one of the most ear piercing painful cries Harry had ever heard, his heart beating erratically against his rib cage.

He stood up. "— I'm going to go and get some help alright..i'll be back as soon as possible"

He ran out of the room his wife was in and towards the reception area, his eyes landing on nurses who were sat there talking away. "— I need some help..my wife's having our baby"

You were clutching your stomach when Harry sprinted back into the room and resumed his position next to you, the nurses coming in followed by a doctor all smiling at you in the bed.

"Hi Mrs Styles, my names Dr Armstrong and I'll be helping you deliver your baby today, to make this experience as calm as possible, I'm going to need you to lift up your legs for me so I can check how dilated you are"

"You've got this"Harry whispered, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

You hesitated for a few seconds due to the fact the only person that had ever looked between your legs was harry, and the thought of any other man seemed daunting, but after Harry gave you a gentle look you slowly raised your legs up so they were bent on the bed and watched with watery eyes as the doctor slipped some latex gloves on his hand before slowly placing his hands between your legs.

The doctor then pulled his hands back, Harry letting his eyes fall on the blood on the top of the gloves, the doctor muttering a few things to the nurses, who then walked over to the other side of the room and started picking up blankets and towels.

What was happening?

"Mrs Styles, Mr Styles"the doctor cleared his throat. "— this probably isn't what the two of you were expecting but this baby is coming rather fast, and when I say fast I mean very, very fast"

Harry gulped and shook his head. "But she's only five months, surely that's not right"

The doctor smiled at the soon to be father. "That is very soon yes sir, but I have delivered babies much sooner than five months, and if we do everything right and take our time everything should be fine, I assure you"

The words just made your throat go even more dry, like sandpaper upon hearing that you were ten centimetres dilated and was soon going to be having the baby which just sent a sense

of dread to vibrate throughout your body.

"I don't want to do this Harry," You cried. "I don't want to do this..I can't"

Harry stroked a hand through your hair that was sticking to your forehead. "— you can do this sweet girl, I know you can, wouldn't have put our sweet baby in you if I didn't"

You nodded your head with all the energy that you could muster up and sat up a little bit further in the bed, your tight grip on Harry’s hand only getting tighter.

"Okay Mrs Styles, give me a nice gentle push."the doctor instructed, the nurses coming over to be on standby.

The next contraction hits your body and you ground your teeth together as you push, putting all the counter pressure in your hips.

Pushing kind of felt like when you were going to the toilet, only this was much more painful.

Tears continued to slide down your cheeks, Harry’s slightly calloused hands rubbing across her own as his own eyes welled with tears seeing the girl he loved and adored in so much pain.

"That was so good Mrs Styles,"the doctor complimented. "You're doing so well, repeat what you just did for me when your next contraction occurs, okay?"

Harry kissed your temple, just as another contraction ripped through your body, making it feel as though you were on fire.

"I can see the head."

The voices were numb to your ears, seeing as you were too busy focusing on pushing, your teeth were gritted together as your head was tucked down to your chest.

"We're so close to meeting them Sweet girl, so close,"Harry encouraged, looking in the eyes of his wife whose eyes were black.

The usual colour were filled with a pain filled black.

"The next push and you should have your baby, give me a big push Mrs Styles."

You pushed, this one feeling much longer than the others, keeping a white knuckle grip on Harry’s hand.

And that's when you heard it.

A cry filled the room, a literal babies cry.

Your and Harry’s babies cry.

"Is everything okay?"Harry quizzed, not removing his hand from your sweaty grasp.

You watched as the doctor nodded his head, letting his eyes flicker from between the two. "— congratulations Mr and Mrs Styles, you have a beautiful baby boy."

A boy.

You had a son.

A beautiful baby boy who was your’s forever.

"Would you like some skin to skin contact with your son, Mrs Styles?"Dr Armstrong asked, holding the baby in his arms.

"Yes please."You answered, perhaps a bit too quickly.

The doctor walked forward and gently laid the baby against your bare chest, moving the hospital gown out of the way.

The second your sweet baby boy was placed against your chest, you couldn't help but loud out a few cries.

Sobs even.

It may have been a bit earlier than the two of you expected, but now you simply wouldn't change it for the world.

The Styles were complete.

Harry couldn't help but let a tear fall down his cheeks, not bothering to wipe it away.

This is all he had worked for, and now it was finally here he couldn't be happier.

"Do we have a name?"one of the nurses asked, smiling at the sight of the mother holding the baby.

You locked eyes with Harry. "You tell them sweet boy"

Harry swallowed and nodded his head, not letting his eyes falter from the baby boy attached to his wife's bare chest.

"August,"he spoke. "— August Harry Styles."

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July 2nd, 2015 — the announcement.

As Harry Styles sat down for his interview, his long hair cascaded down his shoulders as he sat with the rest of the boys on the James Corden Show, a striped shirt hugging his body made of different shades of blue silk, with some black skinny jeans and a pair of chelsea boots.

He greeted James with a warm smile and sat down in the middle of Niall and Louis, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It had been a while since he had spoken to the press, and he knew that they would have a lot of questions for him.

The first few questions were easy enough - how was his music career going? What were his plans for the future? But then, James asked him the question he had been dreading.

A question regarding his son.

Harry couldn’t be mad at James, it was his job after all and he knew for a fact that it was bound to come up one day, James was his friends, he wasn’t alone in the interview seeing as he was surrounded by his band mates, so he didn’t really have a factor to worry about.

"Harry, there have been rumours circulating that you have a son. Can you confirm or deny these rumours?"

Harry took a deep breath and looked directly into the camera. "I can confirm that the rumours are true," he said, his voice steady.

The host raised an eyebrow. "Can you tell us more about your son? How old is he?"

"He's just a baby," Harry replied, not wanting to really give away much about him. "I don't want to get into too many details, but he's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me."

And it was true.

Just over three weeks ago, little Auggie flew into there lives and made them just that much better than they already were.

The sleepless nights brought the two of you closer,

Nappy changes brought the two of you closer,

And baby sick made the two of you closer.

The interview continued, but Harry's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just revealed a major secret. What would people think of him now that they knew he was a father?

But when Harry left the studio and checked his phone, he was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support from his fans.

They sent him messages telling him how happy they were for him and how much they respected him for being honest.

In the end, Harry realised that being a dad was nothing to be ashamed of - it was something to be proud of. And with his fans by his side, he knew he could handle anything that came his way.

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25th May, 2023 — tour life.

Touring with your husband whilst he completed his last leg of tour was something you would never get over.

Especially now that you had two little munchkins touring with you, it made you think of all the different places the two of them would get to visit at such young ages.

Your little August was weeks away from turning seven and recently you had welcomed a little girl into the family, well not really recently.

A little girl named Margot.

Margot ‘gigi’ Anne Styles.

Touring was amazing, you got to spend all day surrounded by the people you adored to the end of the earths.

You were currently in Edinburgh.

And the two of you had woken up early due to your teething newborn and decided to head down to the hotel gym whilst it wasn’t busy and get in a little workout alongside your husband to try and get your body back to its pre baby shape.

Whilst you got ready and pumped some milk that Margot would be eating later, Harry had taken the kids down to the gym with him and told you to meet him there as that would be easier.

It really was.

As you walked into the gym, your eyes instantly landed on your husband Harry who was on a treadmill, already working up a sweat.

Seeing him working out always seemed to do something to you, and you have no idea why.

Maybe it was because you liked the look of the way the sweat would be rolling down his skin and making it sticky.

Or the way his hair stuck to his temple making him even look more delicious.

Almost ten years of marriage and you still got fireworks erupting your body whenever you were in his presence.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way over to him.

"Hey there good looking," You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, making him freeze slightly before registering that it was you and smiling softly to himself.

"Hey m’love," he replied, slowing down the treadmill to join you, he leant over the handles of the machine and leaned down so that you were the same height.

"How's it going?"

"It's good. I’m knackered, but it’s good,Just trying to keep in shape for our little ones," he said, pointing to your son August, who was playing in the corner and drawing in his notebook, whilst your eight-month-old daughter Margot, who was asleep in her stroller, thumb in her mouth and head pulled to the side.

"I know what you mean. It's crazy how much our lives have changed since we got married," You answered, wiping down the machine before hopping on and starting up on the treadmill with a brisk walk.

"Yeah, it's wild to think about. But I wouldn't change a thing. We have a beautiful family and I'm so proud of everything we've accomplished," he said, glancing over at the kids, a smile involuntarily making its way onto his face.

"Me too," You agreed, adjusting my speed so that you were now in a slow jog. "Sometimes I can't believe we went from being just two kids in love to parents of two."

It really did blow your mind sometimes.

You remember the first time that you met Harry and your nerves skyrocketed. You were new to the school and knew absolutely no one, so when you and him became friends, it was like the two of you were meant to be.

But now, through all the good and the bad, the two of you had made it out on top, through all the hate from his fans, and all the hardships you now had the most perfect family, one that you would be able to cherish for the rest of your life.

"I know, right? But we make it work and we make each other better. And that's all that matters," Harry leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek before hopping back into his workout mode, matching your pace on the machine.

The two of you continued to work out, talking about the things you normally would, like what dreams you had during the night and what you wanted to do the day before his tour.

“I was thinking we could take the kids to a cafe for lunch today,” You suggested, taking a break on the machine to take a sip out of your water bottle. “— I was thinking it would be something different, I don’t want the kids to get bored, y’know?”

Harry pondered the idea for a second before nodding his head. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”

It wasn’t long before you were all heading out for cafe.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon when you l, Harry and the kids approached the cosy little cafe in the heart of the Scottish city.

After your little gym session this morning, you and Harry had both gone back to the hotel room, had some showers and then got yourselves and the kids ready.

Harry was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with some pastel coloured designs on the front of it, blue ripped jeans hugging his legs accessorised with a pair of blue and white chequered vans, a blue cap and his iconic white bug eyed sunglasses over his face.

Harry had gotten Margot ready this morning, as you were in the shower. She was wearing a dark green romper, with a nice white bow headband pushing her curls out of her face, some knee high white socks adorning her feet.

After making sure that August was ready, his outfit consisted of a beige coloured oversized shirt, a cap on his hat so that he could match his daddy and a cap so he could match his daddy, and a pair of black shorts on his legs.

Once all of the kids were ready, it was then your time to get ready for the day. You shifted through the suitcase containing your clothes and decided on a simple outfit. It consisted of a pink oversized jumper paired with a matching pink pair of cycling shorts, some sunglasses and a pair of trainers on your feet.

It seemed like forever until you were all ready to leave the room.

As you made your way inside the cafe, you could see August's eyes light up with excitement as he eyed the pastry display case.

A worker greeted the four of you as you approached the counter, pulling your sunglasses up so that they were resting on the top of your head.

Your little boy turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. "Mommy, can I have a chocolate croissant?"

"Sure, sweetie,” You nodded your head, adjusting your hands that were resting on the stroller handles as they were getting a bit sweaty. “— But just one, okay?"

You really didn’t want to deal with him having a stomach ache if he ate too many Pan Au Chocolates.

All the food sounded so good.

"I think I'm going to get a sandwich,” Your Husband spoke.

“What about you, baby?" Your husband spoke up, looking at the menu that was hung above your heads.

"I'll have a panini, I think,” You told him, turning to look at him and offering him a small smile. “And Margot is just going to have some pureed veggies."

You placed our order and then proceeded to sit down at a cosy table by the window, the sun beating through the windows. Little Margot comfortably nestled in her stroller beside you and Harry whilst August sat on the other side of the round table so that he was also next to both of you.

It was filled with small talk whilst you waited for your order to arrive at the table, the Scottish weather really was amazing this time of year.

"Daddy, did you know that I spelt a really big word with Mrs. Addams today?" August piped up, leaning forward in his seat eagerly.

August was coming up to seven so that meant that he would have already started school, but due to the fact you and the kids were touring the world with Harry that means he wasn’t able to go to school as much as he would have liked.

So in order for him to continue his studies, you and Harry both agreed that a teacher coming on tour with the two of you would be what’s best, and so far it’s been really good.

There’s been times where August’s kicked off about being too tired to learn but Harry being his father just learns that he inherited his stubbornness.

August was definitely a daddy’s boy through and through, in personality and appearance, he definitely had a little bit of separation anxiety when it came to Harry, but that was totally plausible due to the fact he was away for work quite a lot.

When Margot came into the world, she completed your family, she filled a void that the three of you didn’t know were missing and made your hearts just that much fuller.

Both children were spitting images of their father, you wouldn’t think that you were the one that carried them at all.

They both had his iconic brown curls (Auggie’s were a bit more longer due to the fact he had seen a photo of Harry with long hair and insisted he grow it out.) they had his green eyes that you fell in love with, and had his dimples and bunny teeth.

“Really? That's amazing!” Your husband gushed, reaching forward to fist bump his son with a proud smile on his face. “— What word did you spell?"

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"

"Wow, that's quite a mouthful,”Harry leaned forward to press a kiss against his mini me’s forehead. “I'm proud of you, buddy."

August smiled at his fathers words before you all began to chat about something else.

As the four of you chatted and waited for your food to arrive, Margot began to fuss and squirm in her stroller.

"Looks like someone's getting hungry,” You went to stand up and go to her aid, her veggie purée that was in the baby bag under the stroller. “Let me get her a bottle."

"I can do it, love,” Harry grabbed a hold of your wrist softly, and stood himself up to approach the stroller “You stay here and eat. I'll take care of Gigi."

You smiled gratefully at your husband as he took Margot out of her stroller and sat her down on his lap as he started feeding her the purée you had made this morning in the hotel room while August and you chatted about what he wanted to do for the rest of the day.

As you finished your lunch, Harry chuckled and began to speak, "I don't think I've ever been surrounded by this much cuteness before."

That was true, your kids were the absolute cutest and the two of you weren’t biassed at all.

“And we wouldn't have it any other way." You sighed contentedly, they were your entire world, without the kids and Harry you're not sure what you would be doing right now.

With full bellies and happy hearts, you gathered your things and headed back out into the bustling city, ready to take on the rest of the day together as a family.

As you left the cafe in Edinburgh, you watched as Harry pushed Margot’s stroller, and held August’s hand so that he was close to you. You could see the fans waiting outside, and knew that you had to be careful.

As you made your way to the car, the fans started to call out your husband's name. "We love you, Harry!" they would shout.

You could feel August's grip on your hand tightening. He was scared, and you didn't blame him. You had been going out with Harry for thirteen years and still his fans didn’t cease to make you anxious. But you knew that you had to keep moving, to show that August couldn’t be scared because he would be scared if you were.

You reached the car, and Harry quickly put Margot in her car seat. August climbed into the back, and I got into the passenger seat, whilst Harry got in the driver's seat. As you drove away, you could see the fans in the rearview mirror, still calling out your husband's name.

"Mommy, why do they want to see daddy?" August asked, you could hear a slight quiver in his voice.

You offered him a gentle smile as you turned back to look at him in the backseat, his hand was holding onto his Sister’s,"Because he's a very talented singer, Auggie. A lot of people love his music."

August nodded, and you could see that he was starting to relax. You knew that it was going to be a long tour, but you were determined to keep your family safe and happy.

As Harry drove through the streets of Paris, you could feel the excitement building in the air. Harry’s husband's tour was going to be huge, and you

Knew that he was going to be amazing. But you also knew that it was going to be hard on all of you.

"Mommy, can we listen to daddy’s music?" August asked from the backseat.

"Of course, sweet boy," Harry enthusiastically reached forward, turning on the radio. Adore You came on, and I could see August's face light up.

"Your so good," August exclaimed, “— your the bestest singer in the whole wide world!” He was tapping his foot to the beat.

You and Harry both smiled, You were feeling proud of your husband and his talent. But also knew that being a pop star wasn't easy. There were always fans waiting outside, always paparazzi trying to get a photo.

You and your family arrived back at the hotel, and you quickly got Margot out of her car seat whilst Harry picked August up, although he was almost seven years old almost, he still like a cuddle.

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May 26th, 2023 — late night talking.

“Can you believe it's been almost ten years since we got married?" You asked Harry as you lifted up his hand to play with the wedding band sitting around his ring finger.

You laid in bed with Harry in Edinburgh, after his show and the two of you were absolutely knackered.

His show was incredible like it always was, he got the crowd going like always and brought a smile on not just your face and the children’s faces but every fan's face in the stadium.

He was in everybody's safe space.

You had put the kids to bed earlier and had both shared a shower together before crawling into bed and snuggling up against one another like always.

Harry chuckled and replied, "I know, it feels like yesterday. We were so young and naive back then."

You smiled up at him, shifting on your side and placing a hand on his naked torso (he liked to sleep in just his boxers), "But look at us now, we have a beautiful family and a great life."

Harry nodded his head. "Yeah, we've come a long way. I'm proud of us."

You looked at Harry, "Remember when we used to talk about having kids? We were so scared."

Harry laughed, "Yeah, we were clueless. But now we have August and Margot, and I’d like to say we're doing just fine."

Parenting was definitely hard at times, but you and Harry always worked together to make sure that everything was going smoothly at all times, you both agreed you didn’t want your kids growing up in a household where there was animosity.

You grinned,pecking a kiss to his chest, "August is growing up so fast. He's already six years old."

Where had the time gone?

Where was your itty bitty five pound baby?

"I know, it's crazy,” Harry nodded, rubbing a hand up and down your back in a soft manner. “—And Margot is already eight months old. Time really does fly."

You sighed contentedly, "I'm so grateful for you and our family. We've been through so much, but we always come out stronger."

Harry smiled lovingly at you, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, "That's what love does. It makes us stronger."

It was true.

You and Harry always came out stronger when the two of you had a little disagreement, and that’s what made your relationship worth while.

You and Harry continued talking, reminiscing on your lives, feeling grateful for their life together. You knew that you had both come a long way, but if there was one thing you were looking forward too, it was to see what the future for their family.

"Are you okay?" You asked Harry as you noticed him struggling to keep his eyes open.

Harry shook his head, "I'm just feeling a bit tired today. I didn't get much sleep last night due to Gigi teething and the routings just started to get to me, nothing that a good nights sleep can’t fix.”

Yoy looked at Harry with concern, "Why didn't you tell me? Tonight, when the baby monitor goes off, I’m going to get Margot, I don’t care if you insist I sleep, I’m going, you need to be well rested.”

Harry smiled at you once again, yawning shortly before. "Thank you. But I wanted you to get some rest too. You've been working so hard lately."

You felt touched by Harry's words.

You knew that he was always looking out for you, even when he was struggling himself.

“Let’s try and get some shut eye.” You turned to the left and switched off your lamp on the bedside table before turning back around and snuggling into your husband's chest once again.

This was definitely your favourite sleeping position. His arms made you feel safe, as if no harm could ever come to you or the kids.

“I love you.” Harry spoke, looking down at you and puckering his lips slightly.

“And I love you, darling,” You replied, pressing one last goodnight kiss to his lips. “— from here to eternity?”

“From here to eternity.”

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So heard you were taking requests for Death 👀

Could i ask for a Death with an outlaw/thief fox reader whos literally just Robin Hood

That sounds really cool, and since I can’t sleep this is coming right up!

Death with a fox outlaw! Reader who is just like Robin Hood.

Warnings: robbing, swearing and just a little bit of fighting, greedy rich people.

No specific pronouns.

Since there was no romantic or platonic specified ask it can be what ever you want it to be.

You robbed yes, but you had a reason to rob people. Only robbing from greedy rich people because they would do nothing to help you village when they needed it and knew they could help the people who were in poor condition.

It started when you were a teen, “please my shop is the only thing I have to keep me in business”! A man on his knees begged a man in a black suit. “I’m must say you people will do anything to keep your money in your small piggy banks”. The man smiled down at the man, his eyes were pure greed filled and his eyes burned into the man’s head.

“It’s such a shame I must say but I am buying your shop from you”. You saw as the man on the ground ball his fist and tears welled up in his eyes. That day you realized what you were gonna do.

That very night you broke into the greedy man’s home and stole anything valuable while he was drinking at the pub. Your ears twitched at the clock ticking. A small gasp fell from your snout and you ran to the clock, it was a grandfather clock. “This must be worth a fortune”. You stated, reaching a law out you pulled the clock from where it stood and put it on your horse. Returning back inside you saw the man’s safe unlocked, “he must have forgot to shut it completely”.

As you walked closer to the safe your eyes widened at the amount of money inside. Taking every last penny from the safe you put it into a separate bag and shut the safe. After taking anything valuable you rode home. “I’ll be damned if the man takes mr. jones shop away from him”. You spoke as you hid everything until you could sell them the next day.

After getting all of the money from the valuables you smiled as you walked to mr. Jones’s home. Knocking he answered and his wife opened the door. “Is mr.jones here ma’am”? You asked with the most politeness. She nodded and went to get him, walking out he was confused. “What are you doing here y/n”? He asked asks your ears twitched.

“I think this is enough to buy back your shop sir”. You told him taking out the money. His eyes widened so did his wife’s. “Where did you-“ “do not worry about it”. You responded to his question that you cut off. You smiled at him, handing him the money you turned. “Hey y/n”. He said you turned back to him with a questioning look, “sir”? You asked your ears falling back. “Thank you for this may you have a wonderful life”. He answered your question with a smile happy tears now forming in his eyes. “Anytime”. You smiled walking to your horse you jumped back in it riding home.

Now back to present you were fighting a guard. He slashed at your face only for you to dodge with ease, lowering your head you bit onto his leg. He screamed in pain and fell onto his back cradling his leg. His face turned back to you only for you to knock him out with your foot.

“Ah the mischievous y/n”. You turned only to see a wolf, “and who might you be since you know who I m”? You asked picking your blade pointing it at the wolf. He only grinned, “my name is death and I don’t mean that in a metaphorically, or any other fancy way I am death straight up”. He said and you felt a chill run up your spine.

“Are you here to collect my soul”? You asked a eyebrow raised. He let out a small chuckle. “No I’m here to collect the old man that you just robbed from after all it’s his time to go”. You lowered your blade and smiled, “the doors wide open so there’s that you stated pointing to the door that was busted from you kicking it in.

“Ah thanks I guess”. The wolf said walking inside. Putting the valuables on your horse you got in it about to ride off. “Hey after you are done with selling them I’ll meet with you again”. Death said standing beside the beside the knocked out guard.

“We’ll see about that”. You said as you rode off. The next day while you were taking a day off you heard a whistle. You held your knife close to your chest.

“It’s just me muerte”. You heard as you turned and pointed the blade at him. “I guess you weren’t lying huh”? You said with a small smile.

“Nope not at all”. You put your knife back into its holder on your belt, even in your own living room you couldn’t be to safe you never know who might be after you.

“Do you value you life at all”? He suddenly asked. You stopped mid track of fixing your belt.

“I do I steal from the greedy and give to the poor”. You answered, “I just use my life to give to others and I will die doing this”.

He smiled at how you lived, “you would die for someone that you wouldn’t even know but if they needed help you would put your life on the line huh”? He asked and you smiled.

“Of course it’s what I’ve been doing ever since I was a teen”.

“And that’s how it’s gonna be for the rest of my time”.

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Best Albums (in my opinion)

✮🎸the bends - Radiohead (1995)🎸✮

Favorite song(s): Black Star, (Nice Dream)

🩷💙Who Really Cares - TV Girl (2016)💙🩷

Favorite song(s): Not Allowed

⚝⚡Hunky Dory - David Bowie (1971)⚡⚝

Favorite song(s): Changes

𝄞🎧The Queen Is Dead - The Smiths (1986)🎧𝄞

Favorite song(s): Frankly Mr. Shankly, Cemetery Gates

💎🎸Il Ballo Della Vita - Maneskin (2018)🎸💎

Favorite song(s): L'altra Dimensione, Morirò da Re

✒️🖤Back to Black - Amy Winehouse (2006)🖤✒️

Favorite song(s): Me and Mr.Jones, Some Unholy War

🎶🎩Quadrophenia - The Who (1979)🎩🎶

Favorite song(s): 5:15

🏳️‍🌈⃤ Dark Side of the Moon - Pink Floyd (1973) 🌈⃤

Favorite song(s): Money, The Great Big Gig in the Sky

🪶🪴Hozier - Hozier (2014)🪴🪶

Favorite song(s): Work Song, Cherry Wine, From Eden

✮⋆ AM - Arctic Monkeys (2013) ⋆✮

Favorite song(s): Snap Out of It, I Wanna Be Yours, Do I Wanna Know

🌃💭Favorite Worst Nightmare - Arctic Monkeys (2007)💭🌃

Favorite song(s): Balaclava, Teddy Picker

🪵🌱Unreal Unearth - Hozier (2023)🌱🪵

Favorite song(s): De Shelby (Part 2), Earth Your Young

🔴🔮The Front Bottoms - The Front Bottoms (2011)🔮🔴

Favorite song(s): Father

☻Nevermind - Nirvana (1991)☻

Favorite song(s): Polly

#music #music taste #albums #the bends #radiohead #who really cares #tv girl #bands #hunky dory #david bowie #the queen is dead #the smiths #il ballo della vita #maneskin #classic rock #rock music #alternative rock #back to black #amy winehouse #quadrophenia #the who #dark side of the moon #pink floyd #hozier #arctic monkeys #favorite worst nightmare #unreal unearth #the front bottoms #nirvana #nirvana nevermind

[ornamentalcoffeplant]

The trials of Morrigan Crow

The trials of Morrigan Crow https://ift.tt/KrEPh4L by IkZieAlles Jessica Townsend lives on the sunshine coast in Australia, but has lived on and off London from a few years. She was a copywriter for eight years, and was previously the editor of a children's wildlife magazine for Steve Irwin's Australia Zoo. Nevermoor: The trials of Morrigan Crow is her first novel. Morrigan Crow is cursed. Born on eventide, the unluckiest day for any child to be born, Morrigan is blamed for all local misfortunes, from hailstorms to heart attacks-and, worst of all, the curse dooms her to die at midnight on her eleventh birthday. But as Morrigan waist her fate, a strange and remarkable man named Jupiter North appears. Chased by black-smoke hounds and shadowy hunters on horseback, he whisks her away into the safety of a secret, magical city called Nevermoor. It's in Nevermoor that Morrigan discovers Jupiter has chosen her to contend for a place in the city's most prestigious organization: the Wundrous Society. In order to join, and to stay in the safety of Nevermoor for good, Morrigan must compete in four difficult and dangerous trials against hundreds of other children--or she'll have to leave the city to confront her deadly fate. To be continued in Notes... Words: 451, Chapters: 1/26, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Nevermoor Fandoms: Nevermoor Series - Jessica Townsend Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi, Other Characters: Morrigan Crow, Jupiter North, Corvus Crow, Mr.Jones, Ezra Squall, Hawthorne Swift, Cadence Blackburn, Grandmother, Elder G. Quinn, Wondrous Society, Noelle Devereaux, Inspector Flintlock, Baz Charlton, Jack Korrapati Relationships: Morrigan Crow & Jupiter North, Morrigan Crow & Ezra Squall, Cadence Blackburn & Morrigan Crow & Hawthorne Swift Additional Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Magic, Contests, Blessing and Cursing, Action/Adventure, Mysteries/Detective Solving, Self-Esteem, Emigration & Immigration, Social Issues, friendships, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Feels, GUYS THIS ISNT SOME DEPRESSED FEMALE AND MALE LEAD, There is almost no romance directly involved, SHES ELEVEN, they are all underage, PLEAAAASE, This is my childhood series, i love jessica, please don't sue me for this, I Love You, it is kind of messed up, She's supposed to die at midnight, but time zones go brrrrr via AO3 works tagged 'Nevermoor Series - Jessica Townsend' https://ift.tt/R8ECLtr April 26, 2024 at 05:12AM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Nevermoor Series - Jessica Townsend' #nevermoor

[fanficg12023]

The Revenge

Synopsis:

What would have happened if the humans came back to the farm but with a secret weapon this time? When Mr Jones was returning to revenge against animals, he faced himself staring at unique creatures that he had never seen before. These strangely friendly creatures called themselves The Angry Birds. These birds with their hatred against the pigs, they're gonna help Mr jones? Will the farm return to the humans and The Birds?

Antonio ferraro and Bruno Bonumá 9A

Fanfic:

At night, a shadow moved toward the farm, the humans were back, but this time with company. A secret, a mysterious weapon was about to act.  Mr Jones with a desire for revenge against the animals that habited the farm, led the charge. 

He was walking in the darkness of the night, alone, when he found 5 different birds that he had never seen before. He started to talk with the birds and to tell his story about the farm, by coincidence he discovered the birds hated the pigs that command the farm. They talked for a long time and finally, they decided to attack, so they made a plan to take the farm again and defeat Napoleon.

The plan is that at 10 am they will meet in the mountain next to the farm to execute the attack, this plan is based on 2 steps. The first step is to make a slingshot to put down the angry birds and destroy the windmill, to distract the animals and open the farm to the humans. The second step was to go to the entrance and with an army of humans enter, running and searching for Napoleon to kill him.

    They woke up at 9 am to prepare and positioned themselves. Mr.Jones was very excited about the plan because it was his chance to return home. 10 am the humans and the birds were ready to fight, so they began to execute the plan. The angry birds threw themselves and exploded the windmill, the animals of the farm didn´t know what to do and started running away from the farm. So was the time to do the second step and find Napoleon. With all this chaos, Mr Jones met with Napoleon alone, so he didn't think twice and killed him.  The farm was achieved by Mr Jones and the angry birds, the guy was very happy to return to his house and the pigs were satisfied with the death of the pigs. As the farm was very large, Mr Jones invited the birds to live with him and to start a new life without pigs. The birds accepted and they celebrated the new journey.

[fellowfrog]

I cant resist spoilers , they got me WHY DID HENRY TURNED INTO A VILLIAN????!!!!! OMGGGGGG WHY ARE ALL THE HOT GUYS THAT I LIKE IN THIS BOOK TURNS INTO VILLAINS MR.JONES,HENRY! WHO'S NEXT JUPITER?!?!!!

#Henry mildmay #morrigan crow #nevermoor #wundersmith #jupiter north #ezra squall #spoilers

[softsnzstuff]

What about nurse Steve having a week off for vacation and to Eddie’s surprise he turns up at the office about three days in. Turns out Steve came down with a wicked cold and had to cancel his trip, and now he’s getting a sinus infection and has to come see Eddie as a patient for antibiotics (idk if that’s allowed but it still seems fun lmao)

Anon, this is SO GOOD! I’ve had this in my inbox for like a week because I wanted to make sure I did it justice. Please enjoy 1.6k of sick Nurse!Steve and Doctor!Eddie

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“Hey Robin, here’s the chart for Mr.Jones. Doctor Munson would like to follow up in about six weeks.”

Robin looked up and locked eyes with the bubbly girl standing in front of her. Chrissy was a nurse from one of the other clinic locations, filling in for the week while Steve was on vacation in Chicago.

“Thanks Chrissy!” Robin took the chart and placed it in front of her, watching the strawberry blonde’s high ponytail bounce as she walked away.

Robin smiled and began typing in the computer as Mr.Jones appeared at the little window by her desk.

“Sounds like it’s going to be six weeks until the follow up Mr.Jones. You want another Thursday appointment?”

“Only if it’s Doctor Munson.” The man chuckled.

Robin jokingly looked left and right before whispering, “I’ll make sure it is.” She wrote down the new appointment information on a business card and handed it to the man who smiled and nodded on his way out, leaving Robin to type the appointment notes in the computer.

Mr.Jones - 6 week f/u for BP. Requests Dr.Munson. Thursdays work best due to his work schedule.

She dated and initialed the appointment note as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She wasn’t usually one to check her texts at work, but seeing that it was a slow day, she took a peek. To her surprise it was a text from Steve.

Hey Robin. Can you do me a favor?

She typed back quickly,

‘Hey Steve-o, what can I do ya for?’

The response came quicker than she expected.

Does Eddie have any gaps in his schedule today?

‘Mmm yeah he’s got an opening at 2, but don’t worry about it. Go eat deep dish pizza or whatever you do in Chicago.’

I didn’t go

Even though he couldn’t see her face, she was visibly puzzled by this.

‘Steve why are you not in Chicago and why are you asking me about Eddie’s schedule??’

Before she could interrogate him more, her phone lit up with a picture of his face. He was calling. She quickly glanced at the waiting room making sure no one was there.

“Steve?” She whispered, “I’m at work, Dingus. What do you want. And why aren’t you in Chicago??”

“I need- H’AESSSH! ISSSHHH!! ITSSCHIEW!”

Robin pulled the phone away from her ear, startled by the loudness. When she finally put the phone back to her ear, he was blowing his nose, “Gross Steve.”

“I know. I need an appointment. Got sick over the weekend, cancelled the trip. snrff It’s only getti’g worse.”

Robin sighed, “Yeah you sound awful. No offense. I’ll put you in for the 2pm yeah?”

“Tha’gks Robin.”

“See you soon.”

As soon as she hung up, she pumped some of the hand sanitizer from her desk onto her hands, rubbing them together. Steve sounded contagious and she wasn’t going to risk it.

She slipped the phone back into her pocket and pulled up Steve’s file on the computer, printing out a blank chart for him. She circled some information with her pen that had the bobbles on top and then set it to the side for later.

***

Steve rolled into the waiting room at promptly 1:45. Instead of his clean and pressed scrubs, he was in sweatpants and a hoodie, his face three shades paler and nose raw and red.

“Hey Robin.” He sluggishly picked up the pen at the window and signed himself in.

“Jesus Steve. You look like shit.”

“You flatter me, Buckley.” He sighed, but she wasn’t wrong. He turned to the side, bringing the sleeve of his hoodie to his face, “HM’PTCCCH! NGTSCH!! ISSSHIEW!”

Robin used her foot to push her swivel chair back a foot as she looped on a mask from her desk drawer. “That sweatshirt is probably a level 2 biohazard at LEAST.” She pushed the box of tissues towards him. He plucked a few and blew his nose. “How long have you been like this?”

“Ummb since su’day I thi’gk.”

Robin shook her head and tsk-ed as she scribbled a note on his chart. “I’m gonna bring this back. Hang tight.”

She got up and walked the chart back to Chrissy, who was finishing the outpatient paperwork from the woman before.

“Trade ya!” Chrissy chimed, holding out the chart for Mrs.Norris. Robin cheerfully handed Chrissy the new chart and took the old one back to her desk.

As she tapped away at the computer scheduling Mrs.Norris’ follow up in two weeks, she could hear Chrissy’s hushed voice as she took Steve’s vitals in the exam room.

“-he’ll be in soon. Good talking with you!” The door closed and Robin heard the plastic click of Chrissy flagging the room that the patient was ready for the doctor to come in.

Even through the closed door, she could hear her friend, “TISSSH! ISSSH!”

Robin got up, grabbing the box of tissues from her desk, shaking her head. She knocked gently on the door before opening it.

“Room service.” She joked, setting the box in his lap before closing the door and heading to Eddie’s office area.

She put a hand on his shoulder and leaned into him whispering, “You might want this, doc. Next patient sounds contagious.” Robin held up a mask with one finger

“Thanks birdie.”

He stood up and put on the mask, Robin looking over her shoulder as he opened the door, looking down at the chart.

“Robin!” He yelled, door still open. He poked his head out and took the mask off, laughing. “You didn’t say it was Steve! You’re so dumb.” He continued laughing as he closed the door behind him.

“Hey Steve, sorry Robin thinks she’s funny. She said you sound super contagious.” He pulled up a chair and straddled it, snapping on some latex gloves.

“She should write to the British medical journal.” Steve quipped.

“Oooh he’s feisty today! So what happened to Chicago??” Eddie asked.

Steve swiped at his nose with a tissue, “Ca’dcelled. I got sick on Su’day…? Feel like shit.”

Eddie tilted his head as he listened, “Well. If you don’t mind me saying, you also sound like shit. And knowing you, you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t concerning you.”

“Yeah… feels like it mbight be a sinus i’dfection?”

“I’ll be the judge of that. C’mere.”

The younger of the two leaned toward as Eddie reached out with gloves hands and felt Steve’s lymph nodes. He hummed in thought as he moved his hands up, feeling the area around Steve’s cheeks and head. Steve winced at the touch.

“Sorry. Definitely feels swollen.” Eddie said, opening a drawer and pulling out an otoscope. “Told your head back for me?”

Steve did as he was told and Eddie flicked on the instrument’s light, sticking the end into Steve’s nose and looking for a minute, first in one nostril, then the other.

“I think your initial thoughts were correct,” Eddie leaned back, removing the plastic cover from the instrument and sanitizing his hands, “definitely looks like textbook sinusitis. Good to know your medical knowledge is unaffected by illness.” he joked.

“Ugh I- hehh AISSSH! Issssh!! HEH’tssCHH!” Steve’s face was locked in the crook of his elbow.

“Gnarly.” Eddie held out the tissue box. Steve took several and gurgled into them.

“I’b so sorry. I feel so disgusti’g.”

“Hey, don’t it’s okay. You forget I spent the majority of my residency working sketchy night shifts. You wish your germs could compare to the shit I’ve seen.” Eddie stood up and opened the top cabinet, pulling down a big glass jar.

“Listen I don’t do this for all my patients, BUT since you were such a good one, you can take a lollipop from Doctor Rockstar’s secret supply.” A huge smile crossed Eddie’s face.

“You think you’re cute, huh?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And you don’t?” Eddie retorted back. “I’m just saying I’ve been told my sweets have magical healing powers.”

Steve locked eyes with Eddie for a few seconds before he reached in and took a Cherry one.

“Good boy.” Eddie pinched Steve’s cheek and out the jar away. “I’m gonna write you a script for some antibiotics. Should be ready for pick up in a few hours. Until then you’re free to go!”

“Thanks Eds.” Steve wanted to pick up the playful banter but he was just exhausted. He left the room and went to Robin’s little window while Eddie took some notes on the chart.

Robin had taken off her mask and was chewing on the end of her pen, trying to take notes on insurance verification for tomorrow’s patients. She looked up when Steve was at her desk.

“Doctor Rockstar make you all better?” She asked.

Steve coughed into his sleeve, “Yeah. Sent me some antibiotics. I’ll follow up with him when I’m back at work I guess.”

“Great, less work for me then!” She exclaimed. “Go home and sleep yeah?”

Steve nodded and turned on his heels to head out.

“Oh and Steve?”

He turned around, half out the door. “Yeah?”

“You get one of the Good Boy lollipops?” Robin teased.

Steve reached into his hoodie pocket and waved around the cherry one he had picked, which Robin couldn’t stop laughing at. Steve huffed a laugh and exited. “Later Robin!”

#s/tranger t/hings #doctors office au #doctor!eddie #nurse!steve #r/obin b/uckley #receptionist!robin #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #kb writes #ask box #snzblr #kb au’s #anonymous #pre steddie

[realworldsucksendhelp]

The Greatest Show

Blue Jones x Male!Reader

Explanation: Okay Im OBESSED with Blue Jones bit hes messed up and i dont want to romanticise anything he has done cause it is NOT okay so instead i have simply taken the character and created a WHOLE AU about it, i have tried to separate it from Sucker Punch as MUCH as possible so instead ill be taking inspo and Chareters from Moulin Rouge and The Greatest Show. Also the lack of Blue x Male!Reader makes me wanna cry and there is SO MUCH MATERIAL THERE so here we are.

Enjoy :DDD

Things to note: The MOLUIN ROUGE only burned down, Satine didnt die nore had she med Christain (yet ;) )

Might make a part two of people like it :))

No ones POV

The Lennox theater the best attraction in town untill a while back. It had everything, good dancers amazing singers and even a attractive owner. That was before the Moulin Rouge arrived. Once a attraction in France, admired by the owner of the Lennos theatre, in fact he coudnt help but be devisted when he heard it burned down. Now his admiration for the show has gone down hill as it has been noithing but bad for business since its arrived. Only people who cant get into the Moulin Rouge go to the Lennox theater.

Blue Jones wpuld awake every night. He would lie awake thinking of new acts and new ways to sell tickets. But every morning he would look out on the steet to see the que for the Moulin Rouge growing more and more each day, untill he had enough.

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"Mr. Jones?"

Blue admitted he looked a rush but quite frankly he cant be bothets with his protégé at the moment. Who might you ask? Christain, a young english writer who has fallen in love with theater. Blue had made the choice to take him under his wing, one he is severely regretting now.

"Not now Christian"

He rushes to the door, tying to avoid talking to Christain and t avoid spending money on another ticket. He has dicided he has had enough and plans to see what is so special about this Circus.

"Are you going to the Moulin Rouge Mr.Jones"

Blue stopped dead in his tracks and turns to look at Christain, his face clearly showing he isnt happy at this relavation Christain has come to.

'Im only checking out our competition Christain and if you wou-"

"Please Sir i have always wanted to go there, ill pay for both of us! I want to see Y/N L/N hes the best in the business mr-"

"IM the best in the business Christain, i thought you knew this"

Christain muttered a small apology and looked down. However the idea of not having to play for the ovet priced tickets was appealing to him.

"And i will prove it..if you pay for the tickets"

Christian's eyes light up as he goes to get his jacket, ad he dose so Blue wonders who this

Y/N person is and if they're so good why hasnt he heard of him.

"Come on!"

Christian excleimed excitedly already waling out the door. Blue had go jog to catch up with him but when he did he noitced how long the que was, it went all the way around the corner, he lets out a sigh and waits patiently, well not really.

"How long is this going to take"

"Hopefully not to long-see! Mr.Jones the lines moving"

Through his excitement however, Christian failed to realise that it was moving because people were walking aways, however he continued to walk on, Blue following him. When he reached the ticket counter Blie finally realised somethings up, but neglected not to say anything.

"Exuse me! Can we hav-"

"Sorry kid outta tickets"

"But-"

"There is a similar club down town witch im sure will fit your-"

The women looks up and down at both Blue and Christian.

"Needs"

"I OWN that 'club'and it isnt a club its a theater so-"

"Blue Jones?"

Now blue hates being interrupted, he was just about to give a peace of him mind to whoever it wad, untill he sore him

Y/Ns POV

I get ready for todays show and go to get one of our acts from the ticket booth. Nearly eveyone was seated so i made sure everything was running smoothly.

"I OWN that 'club' and it isnt a club is a theater so-"

"Blue Jones?"

Whats he doing here?

Blue Jones owns the Lennox theater down the streat from here, i have heard of his show and people tend to be very impressed. I havent had the opportunity to go see it i have been meaning to but ever since we have opened here business had been booming. I know eventually things will die down so im taking this opportunity and making as much money as possible. I do however, feel a bit guilty for taking business off Blue Jones, so i tell my employers to offer going to the Lennox theater instead, hoping that will make up for it. He turns around i can definitely say im impressed. He is a short man but his hair is slicked back giving him a classy look. He had a thin mustache lining up almost perfectly with his top lip.

"Exuse me?"

"Are you Y/N L/N?"

I hadn't even noitced the man standing behind him, he seemed less experienced in the business as blue, you can tell by his innocent expression, even if your not doing the dirty work this business can have a toll on you, guilt tends to take over as you watch new girls get currupted. I try to make it as pleasant as possible, they keep the money they make for selling there pleasantries plus a standard employee pay, they choice who and when theu do it and i never negotiate to sell them, girls who purley want to dance or sing, fo only so. I belive this is where Blue and I differ.

"Yes, i am and im sorry to pry but what exactly are you doing here"

"With all do respect Mr.L/N your show was unpleasantly disrupted buisness at my Theatre"

"Im sorry Mr.Jones, im sure this whole buzz will die out soon enough, im simply seizing the opportunity while i can, i dought we will be selling out every show, is that why you two came here?"

"No! Mr.L/N we cam to see your show! I mean i have heard of you and what you do is amazing! I mean your show in paris, people travelld the world to see!"

"Thank you, i am flatterd you think so highly of me, the seats are all taken but you can watch from the back?"

"I think well take you up on that offer"

"Great right this way"

I lead them back stage to where things where slowly ascending into choas, they usually do when we sell out. I look around for our star act, our sparkling diamond, and my best friend Santine.

"Where Santine!?"

I shout, not to loud but loud enough.

"Here!"

I turn around to be greated by Santine looking as beautiful as ever, just not my type.

"So what are we doing tonight?"

She asks, eyeing Christain as she dose.

"Im thinking of opening with Ladies choice"

"Crowed pleaser"

She adds

"And i was thinking Diamonds are a girls best friend for you ?"

"Great! Ill get my costume ready!"

I turn to see Christain obviously swooning over Santine, i find myself surprised Blue is seamily unaffected, or maybe hes juts good at hiding it.

"Y/N! Your on!!"

"Oh shit.. yous can watch from there" i point to a opening in the curtains and rush to my point on stage.

"Ladies choice"

I whisper to the musicians they give me a nod as i get in stage. Its a big higher than the reat of the stage, separateing me from the dancers. I grab my mic and its buisness as usual.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Moulin Rouge!"

Applauds flood the house and i smile as i take it all on.

"Now im not going to keep you all from enjoying the show, so sit back, relaxe and enjoy!"

The music starts and i work my magic, i usually open up the show either with this song or a few other's, but this one has to be a crowd favourite.

Blues POV

I watched as Y/N prefromed the opening act, its weird how much i admire him having only known him a short period of time. Its werid how when presented with one of the most beautiful women i have ever seen my mind wonders only to how this man carries himself, i think im going insane.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, but dont waste all your aplose applause on me! I give you the beautiful the talented, the sexy, sparkling diamond!"

The whole theater goes black and only a spotlight comes from the ceiling, i should noitce the way it illuminates Santine, the way her outfit shimmers in the light and her beautiful voice, and i do but not in the same way i watch Y/N look up in total awe at Satine, as she spins around the room Y/N whole body turns to watch, the same awe struck smile on his face. I then come to a relization. They must be together, there cant be another explanation. I hate this feeling, i dont know why i care so much, i dont know this man and hes a MAN, i dont feel jealous of him, i feel jealousy of, as he discribes her,the beautiful the talented, the sexy, sparkling diamond, i feel jealously, but i dont know why.

I look over at Christain, fiding him as the rest of the men in the room are, swooning over Satine. I pull my gaze to a group of women, all fawning over Y/N, i look again, somethings familiar, till it hit me, those are my girls.

True its there day off and they can do what they want but again, the jealous feeling i get when Y/N makes eye contact with none outhet than Vera Goski, he gives her a wink then walks to meet Santine.

"Isnt she beautiful"

Christain says, not breaking his gaze away from Santine.

"Yeah..she is"

But my gaze is not on Santine, its on Y/N

#blue jones #blue jones x male reader #blue jones x reader #oscar isaac #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac x male reader #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac imagine #sucker punch

[winterfromwof-alt]

I'm gonna name some of my ocs and you guys can make random ships of them

DHAU/ Demon-Human Alternate Universe(my universe thing): Eric, Emri, OneEye/Ariel, Daniel, Ghost, Dani (she's dead btw), Daniella, M(r)s.Jones, Mr.Jones (also dead), Ajax, Beth, Katie, Victoria, Jermacia, Chris, Lil'Killer, Mr.Killer (dead 3.0), Mrs.Killer, Lucifer, Mr.Arson, Mrs.Arson, Mr.Blaze, Zayne, Ava, Lunar, Solar, Planet, O, Starburst, Mrs.Valley, Mr. Eclipse, Mr.???(he died a while ago), Mars (basic name), Halo, Nyx, Valentine, Champagne, Michael (definitely not named after @mikeybuddha), *Some character that doesn't have a name yet 💔*, October(ALSO dead), Pumpkin, Jack/Mr.O'lantern, Mist, Mr.Blue, Baby Blue, Coral, Mr.Vine, Sherman, Seahorse, GlowFish, Mrs.Titan, Alex/Alexander, Alyssa, Mr.Titan, Wyatt, West (his last name is Ern), XX (a robot), TeaVee (also a robot), Clover, Dream (not the youtuber), Wreath, Mrs.Nature, Mr.Nature, Robin, Fire, Jay (guess what....ALSO DEAD!!!), Freezed, VFT/Venus Fly Trap, Cayenne, GoatSheep (wth is that name), Canvas, Unknown, Sora, Serpent (killed Mr.Jones), Narrator, Creator (god/nsrs)

Haunting House (another one of my universe things): Leshero, Morhero, Trypan, Arachnid, Clown (forgot her real name 💔), Scop, Hemo, Phasma (I think that's how I spell it), Agora

OSC/ object show community: TrafficCone (TC), Hoddie, Piano (nearly killed), Electric (Electric guitar), Extinguisher (fire extinguisher), Sticks(yes there are 2 of them), Pretzel, Star (ninja star), Weight (5 pounds), Weight (20 pounds), Tie (hair tie), Mephone14(II oc <3)

WoF/Wings of Fire: Silver, Slushie, Stormie, Nightmare, Gemstealer, Everest, Polar, Antenna, Insect, Dandelion, Light, Butterfly, Tranturla, Mango, Nightshade, Termite, Peach, Ocean, Puddle, Seashell, Sunshower, Heat-Wave, Cacti, Lumi, Kiwi, Weather, Hurricane, Berry, Bayou, Galaxyseer, Oyster, Honey-Dew, Flamethrower, Cardinal, Aloe, Reef, Rosy, Sage, Flamecatcher, Planetwalker, Mysterious, Seashell (all of the wof ocs are nearly killed, minus Oyster and Flamecatcher, they died)

Fairys (just some random fairy ocs idk): Clara, Yiona (not named after me), Gem, Lava, Lavender, Max, Ophie (my friend help me make her), Ienna (another one of my friend help me make her), Jack (another oc name Jack?? omg)

TMF (The Music freaks): Wednesday(not named after Wednesday Addams/srs), Nora, Noah, Lunar, Lillian, Nathan (dead), George, Rain, Taylor, Berry (another oc named berry?? omg), Carlos, Max (another oc named max?? omg)

That's it :D (I think)

#hi #i dont know what tags to put #my oc #my ocs #oc #ocs #osc #dhau #haunting house #wof #wings of fire #tmf #the music freaks #i hope people see this #i spent 30 minutes on this #why #fairy #fairys #i mad the fairys when i was like 5 #piano is based of off floory from ii #inanimate insanity oc #ii oc #osc oc #osc ocs #wof ocs #wof oc #fairy oc #fairy ocs #tmf oc #writing

[thecoolerantistraight]

Listened to my give ‘em enough rope cd all the way through for the first time and spent most of it admiring mr.jones here

#the clash #mick jones #paul simonon #is also present

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊  To The Most Distinguished and Incrediblely Talented Actor Of Academy Award Winning Roles and On Most Days Is a Highly Skilled Secret Government Agent, Montioring Extraterrestrial 👽 Activity On The Planet Earth 🌏 😉

Give it up for

MR. TOMMY LEE JONES

Happy Birthday 🎂 Mr.Jones 🕴 #TommyLeeJones #AgentK

#Tommy Lee Jones #Spotify

[kevin-keller-artistic-director]

It's so bizarre to see jug refered to as Mr.Jones even Hiram calls him Jughead

#rvd liveblog #Riverdale #Jughead jones

[digital999placebo]

(Same anon as before) Imagine if Alfred spawning is the US government's most well-kept secret.

You break into the FBI's archive hoping to sell info and you find:

"Entry 05/05/2022: Mr.Jones has appeared on the President's desk. Delete possible evidence and bribe the witnesses"

But I think with older countries this would be a well-known thing. Like Greece has probably flashed the entirety of Athens in the agora, but the newer countries are kind of embarrassed about it

Hshssjdjwkdjd on a scale from most embarrassed to least, Germany would b a Victorian gentleman everytime it happens no matter how old he gets. he’s scrambling for the closest thing to cover himself up, holds a pair of reports over his tits and another over his scrotum falling over himself trying to get out like “I’m terribly sorry about all of this I’ll get you a new copy of this export statistic as soon as I’m decent I’m so sorry you don’t need to forgive me thank you for your patience no no it’s not ok. I’m sorry”

Norway would care the least. He stays on the table for a few minutes, meditating, maybe lends some opinions on whatever is being discussed before slowly sliding of the table and getting dressed.

#Alfred would b like: yea I’m a grower not a shower don’t look at it #asks

[2022animalfarmg2]

Mr.Jones's mask

 Julia Esmanhoto and Fernanda Mascarenhas

Synopsis:  What would have happened if Mr. Jones, from Animal Farm, were trans and was having gender issues? He felt like a woman, and deep inside he wanted to be just like the girls from school or the women from the town. Mr. Jones was bullied his whole life for being the “weird” kid. He wasn’t able to deal and cope with the issues he was having so he took it out on the animals and mistreated them. He also treated the animals badly because he wanted to prove that he was a manly man by putting up a violent man act. Read a poem that reflects upon how  Mr. Jones felt about himself and the world around him. This fanfic gets the POV of M.r Jones. 

Content Rating: K+

Fan Fiction:

Mr.Jones' mask

Look at me

You may think you see

Who I really am

But you'll never know me

Every day

It's as if I play a part

Now I see

If I wear a mask

I can fool the world

But I cannot fool my heart

Who is that boy I see in the mirror?

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

I am now

In a world where I

Have to hide who I really am

And what I want to be

Why is my reflection

Someone I don't know?

Must I pretend that I'm

Someone else for all time?

They judge me constantly

Deep down they know i´m different 

they just don’t know why

and neither do I

Sometimes I wish I was normal

Just like any other man

But now I have to put up an act

Behave forcefully towards the animals

Show no emotion in a way

That is traditionally thought to be typical of a man

I´m stuck taking care of animals

That I don’t want

Maybe they are right

Maybe there is something weird or wrong with me

Maybe the animals don’t deserve it

But at this point it doesn’t matter anymore

What matters is how they see me

They only respect me when I’m angry

Maybe in another life things would be different

Maybe I would be happy and the animals would too

But now all I can do is keep wondering

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside

#animal farm #transgender #transgenresworld #confused #poem #poemsociety #poets of tumblr