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#from books and great hair and his style to not liking to hug
koolades-world · 2 months
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Hey there! I'd Like to request something. So like, MC is an Artist (Style doesn't matter they just have to draw humanoid things) and then they draw the brothers+dateables in their style, what would the reaction be?
hello! sure thing :)
I myself am admittedly not a very good artist, which is my my preferred art form is writing. the only time I draw is usually during gartic phone games with friends, and thanks to my franticness under a time limit it's always very chaotic. but at this point I've just embraced it and it's always funny
enjoy!
Artist Mc
Lucifer
you draw him while he's seated at the dinner table on a saturday morning while he's reading the newspaper and enjoying a coffee
not that you didn't intend to show him, but suddenly he was leaning over your shoulder, staring, and it caught you off guard
as you scramble to explain, he just smiles and sits back down in his chair and goes back to what he was doing to keep being you model
once you're done, he asks if he can at least have a copy to keep, which in itself is a huge compliment, but it's so he can think of you every time he looks at it 🥺
Mammon
during class, he happened to look super cute as always while looking wistfully out a nearby window a few rows in front of you and the lesson was getting boring anyways. next to your notes, you begin to doodle him, using highlighters for color
you forget it's there and lend him that very notebook since he had tuned out that same lesson
once he opens it, he seems himself and doesn't know how to react. he's a babbling, red mess
once he regains motor functions, he shakily declares that it's very becoming of the Great Mammon and that you did a great job. success!
Levi
the two of you are hanging out in his room. he's playing a ruri game and you're lounging behind him, sketching on a bean bag
you're not drawing anything in particular and were searching for an idea when suddenly, the idea found you
levi wasn't paying attention to you, so you could easily look at him and ruri, and sketch them side by side in matching outfits
once he stops for a moment to get a snack, you happily show him the drawing and he does the demon equivalent of blue screening. give him a minute to reboot then try again haha
Satan
when you decided to draw him, the two of you were seating together, with you in his lap while he read a book so he saw the drawing from it's first line to it's last
made positive comments about it the entire time, like about how you captured the green of his eyes perfectly, or telling you his hair looked better in the picture than it did in real life
at some point, he stopped pretending to read the book and sat watching you with his chin on your shoulder
he added cute little notes around it once you were done with little hearts around them
Asmo
he's asked you to draw him jokingly a few times, but never expected you to actually do it the next time he asked
when you tell him if he wants, he can pick something else to wear, he almost strips down so you can draw him nude but you stop him as soon as he started to take his shirt off
he scurried away and was back quickly in a new outfit, and posed how he would for a picture
talks to you basically the entire time you draw, and once you're done, he squeezes you into a tight hug and asks if he can post it on his Devilgram
Beel
after joining him enough times for Fangol practice, you knew it well enough to begin making sketches of him as he practiced
drawing him in action was a little challenging since he never held still, but you were determined
you drew a few since his practice went on longer that day, and got to proudly show him the results
he was equally as proud of you since he thought you did a great job. he asks if he can have one, and if you give it to him, you'll find it hanging up next to his bed next to all his Fangol trophies <3
Belphie
he's an easy model to draw thanks to his lethargy, so you often find yourself sketching him
something about his peaceful nature and natural frosted tips was just so drawable, so you had at least a few pages full of him napping in various positions with different blankets
one time, he wakes up while you're next to him drawing, and is a little shocked in a good way. he didn't know you viewed him that highly
he's still half asleep, so he just compliments your artwork and moves to lay his head on your lap, then falls back asleep, ensuring you're the flustered one now
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maddie7writes · 6 months
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EXS AND OHS
summary : y/n and harry are recently engaged, but in y/n’s line of work, she runs into lots of his exs and their not all happy for the couple
warnings : just bitter people
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harry’s dating history wasn’t exactly a secret, but the list of exs would come to a hault, as the 50,000 dollar diamond sat on y/n’s ring finger with pride. but y/n wasn’t exactly a nobody, she had two vouge covers and three world tours under her belt along with opening and closing fashion week malin, paris, and new york, and not to mention several blockbuster movies.
she was kind of a big deal.
but in her line of work, she had lots of run ins with her loves exs, and they weren’t always pleasant.
y/n was booked for victorias secrets comeback show, and she was a nervous wreck. her strict diet made harry worried sick, and her coworkers were starting to worry y/n.
“and you’re sure you want to come? i understand if you don’t—.” “—y/n i love you. i’m goin’ to be at everything for the rest of your life. even if my ex is there.” he assured with a kiss to her forehead. she sighed, and a week later found herself in hair and makeup getting ready to strut out like she was on top of the world.
“make sure to flash that ring okay? it’s been on covers for the past month.” her agent said, as she stared down the poor hair and makeup crew. y/n heard a distant scoff in the background but she chose to ignore it. “i thought for the show it had to come off?” y/n asked, she didn’t exactly want to part with it but she didn’t want to break any rules. “not when the one who gave it to you is harry styles. trust me, the show will be memorable because of the ring.” her agent scoffed with a few taps to her phone then back to insane staring.
just then, the busty, perfectly thin blonde, with small bronze chrome wings came walking around in lingerie. “the reason he never proposed to me is because his taste in rings never met my standards.” camllie gossiped to a fresh faced girl, clearly new-ish to the modeling world. y/n rolled her eyes and kept her thoughts to her self.
when y/n got out of hair and makeup she was draped in gold lingerie with diamonds dripping from the bra. it was for their anniversary line, and the bralette would only be sold to select clientele. the matching panties were gold as the metal brushed the modesty garment she wore. then large gold wings were applied, weighing less then she has anticipated.
“she’ll open, then jenner and rowe will follow ten paces behind, wait at the top of the runway and walk back before them.” a manager explained to y/n and her agent. y/n nodded before being moved to were she was directed, greeting kendall with a smile and hug.
“i haven’t seen you in forever!” kendall smiled and embraced her, the two went on a brand trip together before she got engaged and at the start of her and harry’s relationship and ended up sipping on margaritas and gossiping on a yacht the whole time. privileged and elite? sure, but they had a great time.
“i know, we have to do a trip just us.” y/n smiled, kendall was already grabbing her hand to see the ring. “god! he’s always had good taste but y/n this is gorgeous.” she gasped and looked between the ring and y/n. camille scoffed beside her. “please, the diamond has a blue tint. i doubt it’s even real.” camille rolled her eyes.
“it’s tinted blue because he chose to not stain it. he went water mining when we were in bali, someone helped him find it, and he chose to not stain it.” y/n clarified, just like that the lights cut and ariana grandes unmistakable vocals of dangerous woman was heard, y/n was counted off and she strutted out.
y/n would definitely say her least favorite job was acting. there was so much drama in almost every romance movie she’s filmed, so when she was casted as gwen for the fourth spider-man movie to bring a love triangle into poor spider-man’s life, she was excited that it would be an action movie even if she was playing a love interest.
that was of course until she figured out who would be working on the movie with her.
olivia wilde.
y/n tried to remain professional, tho it was difficult with tom seeing as he was so giggly about everything, and zendya was laughing about how forced tom looked. everything was more natural with tom and zendya tho, so to switch between his girlfriend and his friend must have been weird for tom, so y/n tried to keep that in mind and remind her it wasn’t her fault the scenes weren’t working the way she wanted them to.
however one of the directors did not agree.
“y/n, can you step off set for a moment.” olivia’s voice sounded, tom looked confused as did y/n before she stepped off set as she was asked and followed oliva nervously.
“is there an issue?” y/n asked. oliva scoffed, “of course there is. this scene should have taken four takes, max. we have over forty of you and tom laughing. if you can’t play a love interest we will have to find someone who can.” she scolded, y/n was slightly offended.
two actors that have never worked together, taking on a role in a movie where they’re meant to be navigating love together, is not easy. and their first kissing scene might take a few try’s, but that’s not enough to threaten y/n’s contract over.
“unfortunately you might want to check the contract marvel signed, this is not cause for termination, and you cannot terminate my contract period. but if you would like to submit a claim that i am unable to preform my required task, i will happily take that battle with management. i really don’t want to waste anyone’s time so should i head back to set or?” y/n looked at oliva innocently with a smirk, brushing her hair back so her ring caught the light.
“watch you back, l/n.”
“styles. but close.”
safe to say y/n reported that threat and oliva wasn’t heard from again.
“you look absolutely divine.” harry came up behind her, kissing the exposed skin on her neck from her half slicked wave, old hollywood hairstyle. y/n laughed as she looked at them in the mirror. harry, in his colorful sparkly patch work jumpsuit, and her in her all black,
a-symmetrical neckline of the all black floor length dress she wore. their two personalities showing on their faces. she was so excited for tonight, she had a good feeling about harry’s changes of the trophy.
“you ready to sweep tonight?” she asked, he blushed. “don’t jinx me, the grammys don’t tend to like me.” he said in a hushed voice, y/n rolled her eyes and kissed her husbands cheek deeply. “not this year. i can feel it.”
her words ended up being true, with harry’s complete sweep. he was overcome with emotion, and y/n sat with him through all of it. holding his hand and even kissing him when he induced it, which was rare seeing as he hated pda especially when cameras were around.
they had plans to skip the after party and go get a pizza with the band and team, then go home and celebrate like old people with sleep. however their plans were put to a hault when taylor swift approached. y/n, ever the swiftie, was sure she was about to pass out as she squeezed her fiancés hand.
“congratulations harry.” she smiled and hugged him briefly before turning back to y/n. “and your performance was amazing, i had no idea your range was so good?” taylor said, y/n’s eyes went wide and she nodded. “oh yeah- yeah thanks.” she tried to laugh it off and leaned into harry’s comforting touch, he tried to hold back a laugh and taylor could tell.
“i have a few ideas and i want you to be a part of it, here’s my number— new number—.” she glanced at harry. “—and call me, so we can start scheming.” she winked at y/n, who was definitely dead. “congrats again harry.” she patted his shoulder before turning around and going to find her other friends.
“holy shit.” y/n whispered as she clutched taylor swifts number. harry chuckled and kissed her, “we can call her in the morning yeah? pizza and sleep okay?” he said, only to be welcomed with a large kiss and a i love you.
four months later, here y/n was, doing her one night only with taylor fucking swift.
harry was sitting in the 1989 friends and family box, with gigi, zayne, and their daughter as they caught up. gigi made sure to comment on how harry’s all access pass said ‘STYLE MUSE’ instead of harry styles.
the concert was perfect, everything was amazing. after all, taylor was considered the one of the best performers of all time. then as she stayed on stage after her two surprise songs, fans cheered even louder than usual.
“i actually have something i want to give you guys.” fans bracelets began flashing blue as screams could almost shatter the stadium, taylor laughed.
“i think you guys noticed i skipped style tonight.” she smirked, louder screams were heard and y/n stood backstage in her light blue wide legged pants, and white satin top. waiting nervously for her cue as they adjusted her headset and in ear microphone.
“i also want to throw in just one more surprise song, just for you guys!l she said excitedly, but didn’t wait for the crowd to quiet as she used the mic to talk over them. “please welcome miss y/n styles!” she screamed, and the stadium screamed back as the beat to style began to play.
harry recorded like a proud husband and sang along to every word as he watched y/n dance around on stage, in her element to a song he inspired.
“you got that long hair slick back white t-shirt.” both the girls flicked part of their hair over to imitate harry back in one direction, and ran a hand from their neck down to their pelvis as they sung, then tossed one shoulder and strutted down the diamond like models. which y/n was, harry thought to himself.
style passed, the loudest cheer in the whole room came from harry. so happy to see the woman he loved getting to work with her idol and be so happy doing it.
“i think there’s one more that goes to perfectly with us, don’t you think taylor?” y/n asked, fighting back the happy tears in her eyes. taylor bit back a smile and nodded, “what do you think Los Angeles?” she asked, they screamed. and the beat to i think he knows began to play.
the girls sang and danced along with the crowd, harry didn’t know this song very well so he was hyper focused on making sure to get all of y/n’s performance while also watching her.
“he’s got that boyish look that i like in a man.” y/n sung, and stopped dancing as she looked at taylor.
“i am an architect i’m drawing up the plans.” taylor copied the movements.
“he’s so obsessed with me and boy i understand.” y/n flipped her hair jokingly, making sure to flash the ring before both girls turned to face each other taylor grabbing y/n’s hand to look at the ring before screaming the line; “boy i understand!”
harry’s heart was skipping around 13th avenue.
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yanderedespair · 8 months
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Just imagine this!
Summary: You work as a waitress at that one fancy restaurant and you sometimes gets propositions for being a sugar baby for some old rich guys, you always decline of course but you didn't know that one more decline and you will get trapped with two weirdly handsome twins..IN THEIR HOUSE-
Btw THANK YOU invisible-asf FOR THIS AMAZING IDEA! It definitely gets that little motherfucker hamster inside my brain working again 😭🫶 THIS STORY CONTAINS GORE SCENES AND YANDERE BEHAVIOR!!!
Yandere!Mafia twins x Clumsy honest reader
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You woke up still tired, you could've sleep a little more! because you have your day off today, finally after months of begging your manager
...but something doesn't feel..RIGHT. your sheets and pillows weren't that soft and cold, smell in the room isn't yours either. Strong scent of cigarettes and rain. As you slowly opened your eyes, you meet with dark figure standing on the balcony, doors wide open letting fresh cold air inside. you shiver covering yourself more, but as something hit the floor, stranger turns around visibly startled with cigarette in two fingers. As you freeze too you look between a man and a book which was the cause of the sound. After few seconds stranger smiled gently at you getting closer as he throws away his used "Cigarette" out of the balcony and closes the doors in the fast swoosh motion. As he turns towards you again he says his first words that you will remember for whole life "Welcome home doll..." It was the start of something bad.
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who tried to explain why you're here and stop you from throwing stuff at them...ah the precious vase that was a gift from their favorite aunt Marceline was almost destroyed on their heads but they manage to step away from the target which was a wall behind them...that was destroyed too with that water spilling everywhere...
great start. Really! Great.
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who tied you up on the chair to explain you things more normally, as you spill insults at one of them the other tried not to laugh. you even manage to bite one who was laughing when he tried to grab your cheek...which resulted in a piece of a shirt stuck in your mouth.
Yandere! Mafia twins- When they got to "work" the next day you opened the balcony and wanted to safely jump out, but of course you needed to slip...and fell into a bush of roses. When twins came back they saw you sitting on the stairs in the main lobby as maids tried to take thorns out of your hair and skin. It was embarassing.
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who tried to socialize with you, talking about your hobbies,fav colors,style,what's your type etc. At some point you started to ask them about it and they always answer with "We don't matter doll...you are-" Discusting. You didn't like how they called you, you aren't a toy or a pet.
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who keeps buying you stuff,clothes,plushies,flowers even games and new ps5. But you manage to practice your throw on the twins as they would literally be hit with a giant plushie when they tried to hug you or kiss you.
Yandere! Mafia twins- You quickly got bored and started thinking, they kidnapped you no? So why are they spoiling you? Aren't they supposed to torture you like in mafia movies? You asked once at the dinner about it and they were offended. Why? It's normal question-
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who everytime you were minding your own business they always try to get clingy with you, even if you try to close yourself in the bathroom to read a good damn book they still are there trying to get your attention.
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who in public are worse, everyone knows them as "dangerous" and "untouchable" you heard a rumor from one of the maids that one of them broke a nose of some fangirl who tried to hug him. If people knew. Knew that these motherfuckers were like kittens when talking to you.
Yandere! Mafia twins- So everytime you got (forcefully) out with them everyone is looking at you like some kind of rare gem,one of the cashiers asked you once and i quote "Are you they relatives?" Which you said no and they were even more shock. Okay? Wtf-
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who fight for your attention, at first you enjoyed it as they insults each other but when "Triangle" idea came up you immediately shut yourself in the room, you need to leave, it's not like you weren't trying to escape but it became harder lately.
Yandere! Mafia twins- When they are sleeping in their rooms and you try to escape again, of course you need to be clumsy as fuck so you knock over a vase that roll down the stairs and doesn't break? Wow you got lucky today- or no when you slip and fell down the stairs with a loud BANG knocking another vase and broke it. Shit-
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who get angry when they saw what you were trying. First that you hurt yourself, and second that you tried to leave them AGAIN. And you promised how! cruel can you be? they are so dissapointed in you now. Well someone needs to teach you manners. Basement time.
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who bring you food, sitting besides you as you hug your legs next to your chest not even glaring at them, they try to talk to you but you ignore them not even touching the food, as one of them takes your chin in their hand and force you to look at them...Alexander, younger brother with sad expression hugged you "im sorry Y/n...but it's for your own good".
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who didn't allow you to leave second floor and told maid to stop you if you try something funny, those dicks. As you take stroll through a hallway you see Michael, Older of the two DEMONS who hold you here. Sipping his coffee as he walk past you ruffling your hair "Good morning Firefly"
Yandere! Mafia twins- Who left you once alone in home you naturally try to escape again but as you are going down the stairs you heard a bloody scream coming from the basement...? You wanted to run but your curiousity takes the hold as you go down, tip toe down the stairs and then you see the most BLOODY SCENE EVER.
There was a man kneeling before Michael, visibly bleeding and as he heavy breathing probably from blood loose, Michael kicks him so hard that he fells on the floor, as his face faces you, you nearly gasp covering your mouth...his eyes are gone..his mouth was slit open and his jaw was broken. You want to vomit your today's dinner on the floor, unfortunately your leg slipped and you nearly fell to the floor.
Michael looks at you..visibly suprised that you're here. You can hear him curse his brothers name and then cover your view by a simple hug "What are you doing here doll? Aren't you supposed to be with...Alexander." you gulp nervously as you tried to ask him about this person and he quickly takes your face in his hands giving you a lovely kiss on the nose "Don't worry about it...he's just nobody! Come on, you didn't eat anything right? Let's get dinner-"
He said It with such a sweet voice that made you almost gag, you can hear moaning of this man as he lays there...probably crying..you slowly come upstairs as Michael keeps talking to you but you still think about before. Why did he do that? Did he do that? Is he really capable of hurting you?
The next few days you got nightmares about this. This guy begging you to help him and Michael giving you the knife to finish him...ugh you hated this one. As you got up you saw a weird letter laying on your pillow just like that, you read it and...
"Hello! You don't probably know me but im the new maid that works here, i saw how they treated you...like a toy...a thing. So i want to help, the twins didn't know i exist because im always quiet! Please meet me at the entrance at midnight! I will get you out of here i promise!"
So you meet her at the exact hour she was nervously looking around, and then grabbed your hand "we will go though stuff only door! It isn't even checked anymore" You are following her quickly looking behind every five seconds. You are outside. YOU ARE OUTSIDE! FINALLY!
Oh my god-...is this will be your last day here?! She gets you to the fence and gave you a lift on her back, you jump down on the other side. It was that easy? Really? you thank her and she smiles at you quickly going back.
But not for long as you run though the thicc bushes onto the road only to hide between trees, looking out you saw him..Alexander yawning and glaring on his watch. What is he doing here? Okay you just need to go around..easy..
As you tip toe on the other side of the bushes you try to get past him as quiet as you can you hear him talk with someone by the car. "So Boss what do you plan to do with her after you know?" "Don't ask stupid questions...i will date her-" you gulp thinking that he's too much obssesive..well as his brother...weirdos. "And then make her my wife...and have three kids...maybe a dog" the other man laughs as you freeze on the spot...what the fuck man?! "That's adorable Boss, So~ am i invited? I mean im the most loyal person in this team-" "yeah right and i will call my son by your name! Pedro Caspian the third" he laughs with the man again...fucking true weirdo..
As you got outside their property you run as fast as you can, you just need to call your PARENTS or SIBLINGS OR ANYONE! as you stop by the convenience store, gasping for air, almost crying from joy, you did it! YOU FUCKING DID IT! AFTER MONTH OF TORTURE FOR EVERY BAD WORD OR ACTION...YOU ARE FREE-
You could've said that if not a deep voice stopped you for going any further...looking back you saw him..Michael...with messy hair, bags under his eyes and angry eyes. He was still wearing a t-shirt and pj-pants. You stepped away from him as he isn't fazed leaning on the railing next to you..
"Did you get a nice walk?"
You didn't answer
"Did you feel happy?"
He took step ahead as you freeze
"Did you...thought that you could just leave?"
He hugged you gently whispering.
"Let's go home dove..."
He grabbed your hand but you didn't move.
"Darling?"
You didn't looked at him. You don't want too..
"Ah~ look at you"
He chuckled and grabbed your cheek.
"You are just like a rose...pretty and innocent"
He got close to your face.
"But at the same time...you got deadly thorns..."
He kissed you on the lips, you don't dare to move...you didn't want his touch...please stop..no...no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no- you close your eyes as he pulled away from you with tiny hearts in his pupils.
"Let's go home darling...okay?"
He started to drag you back, to this hell hole..why..oh my god please no- as you walk inside the mansion...the other twin runs up to both of you..hugging YOU like you're dead or something. They forcefully drag you to your "room" and you just sit on the bed silently as twins started talking, Alexander nods dissapointed...and left, as Michael lay down. He dragged you in his arms hugging you..
"We will talk about your night walk tomorrow...goodnight my little rose..."
He said closing his eyes and fell asleep, you felt tears in your eyes...
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rintosei · 10 months
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✩ ˛˚ . PHYSICAL TOUCH — nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, mikage reo
+ content: fluff that's it | note: i literally can't get these headcanons out of my heads — i took all these physical affections from ONE website and it fits them all sobbing
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NAGI SEISHIRO
resting his head on your lap
even if he loves hugging you and just generally cuddling you while he sleeps, he also loves it when he just rests his head on your lap while you play with his hair. he would go on his phone and play his video games just as usual, and when he gets sleepy, he'll simply turn off his phone and doze off.
back hugs
he is a great hugger. with his figure being bigger than yours, you would basically be engulfed fully. when you sit on his lap, he would wrap his arms around you, rests his head on your shoulder, and continue playing his games. when you're making breakfast, he would slowly wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your back, still sleepy.
being the little spoon
although nagi loves being the big spoon, he also loves it when he is the little spoon. he loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around his shoulders. he would lay his head on your chest, and would sometimes doze off to sleep when he gets really comfortable. once he does fall asleep, you would gently take his phone out of his hand and place it on the table next to you.
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ITOSHI RIN
tracing shapes on your hand
he does this when he's really focused on something or when he doesn't really have anything to do — whether it be a replay of someone's match, reading a book, or just on a date with you as you order your food. the most frequent thing he'll write is an 'i love you :)' and it makes you heart melt.
intertwining pinkies
rin doesn't really like showing his affection too much when you both are out on public. so, instead of holding hands, he would just intertwine your pinkies together. to be fair, you find it so cute when he does this because he has the shyest look on his face, quickly looking away when you notice the redness on his cheek.
hold you when you're sad
rin is bad with words, you knew that from the very beginning. that's why when you're feeling disappointed or sad, rin would just hold you tightly in his arms and doesn't say anything until you say something. he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you even more with his words, so he sticks with the hugs and wait patiently for you to tell him what's wrong.
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ITOSHI SAE
always kissing you goodbye
sae has the strictest soccer practice schedules in the world. he would get up the earliest at 5am to go practice. you would still be asleep when he leaves, so when he finishes getting ready in the morning, he will give you a small kiss on your lips. he doesn't have the heart to wake you up, especially this early in the morning, so he prompted to just giving you a small kiss — he also leaves a small note on your bedside table.
rubbing your thigh
he will always have his hands on your thighs whether it be while watching a movie, driving, or just spending time with you in general. it doesn't fail to fluster you, however, considering the fact that he does this almost every time he sits next to you. he doesn't care if you guys are out in public, he would just lay his hand on your thigh.
brushing / drying your hair
he loves drying your hair because once it's dry, you would usually give him permission to style your hair. he would braid it, tie it up, or just place some cute accessories on your hair. if he's feeling a bit silly, he would style your hair into something so atrocious that you can't help but laugh at how weird it looks (though you will smack his forearm for doing that to you).
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MIKAGE REO
squeezing your hand
when you guys go on dates, reo loves holding your hands. whenever you get excited over something you see or a topic you guys are talking about, reo would subconsciously squeeze your hand. this is because he finds you really cute, and that he loves it when you start getting talkative.
forehead kisses
he loves giving you a quick kiss on your forehead especially before a big soccer match. in his view, it's like a lucky charm that gives him both strength and confidence to play. he does this every match, and never misses a time where h doesn't do it.
poking your cheek
this might sound a bit silly but reo loves poking your cheek when you least expect it. he doesn't care if you're busy with work, focused on a movie / show you're watching, or even just eating — he will poke your cheek for fun. even if you get mad at him for doing so, he would just give you the biggest smile and a small laugh, "you give the cutest reaction when i do that."
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taglist: @hyomagiri @tim-shii @fallenssun @17020 @saetoshi @inariezaki @venusbby @piichuu @yuansen @yuquinzel @dreamlessimp @anqelically ♡ (let me know if you want to be added or removed! mutuals only)
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wingedhallows · 27 days
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i got my eye on you; marauders
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pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 3.3k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: this is by far the longest fic i ever wrote and it'll have several parts. I hope you like it :) have a good weekend, y'all <3
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“For some of you, this will be the last- '' The doors to the great hall opened with a loud squeak and all heads whipped to who had entered. It was uncomfortably quiet as a young woman, looking no older than twenty five, entered the hall.
Her appearance was unusual, to say the least. Students stared as they took in her appearance, the long hair, the loose jeans and the many many tattoos. Her face was adorned with make up, some jewelry graced her neck as well as her fingers and and her feet were plucked into beat up sneakers.
The students didn’t miss the pack of cigarettes which she had just shoved into the pocket of her pants or how her made-up eyes looked over the mass of teenagers. 
The way she walked was confident, relaxed. Her arms swung by her side in a comfortable manner, something the students hadn’t seen in the halls of Hogwarts ever. As she reached the podium where Dumbledore stood, he embraced her in a hug. 
“I’m late, sorry for that.” You said, Dumbledore swatted his hand and rubbed your upper arm. “No problem at all, Y/N. Life as a young Auror gets busy, does it not?” You gave him a small smile and turned around to walk up to the teachers, hand held out for them to take. As you came back to Albus, he had a hand on your shoulder. “They’re right there, just sit down with them.” He pointed his bony finger at the Gryffindor table, you couldn’t make out who he meant but followed suit.
Albus had contacted you a few weeks ago to give him a helping hand. A group of students, infamously titled the marauders were in grave danger, something about a prophecy and Voldemort. You didn’t need to know more when Albus had sounded so desperate.
You stepped off the podium and walked down the Gryffindor table, the gazes of students burning into your form. Just as you slowed down at a boy you had seen before, the older Black son, Sirius Orion Black, you stopped.
You looked back at Dumbledore and pointed at the bench. With a small nod you walked up to them. “Excuse me.” You spoke and within seconds the boys parted like Moses had the sea. You sat down and avoided their eyes when Albus started to talk again.
The teens looked at you, examining you. “As I was saying-” You weren’t listening as you looked at them. The boy on your right across the table had dark hair, not as long as the Black’s but it was neatly styled. His tie sat untidy in the center of his uniform and he looked your way a few times, too shy to actually keep eye contact. T
he one next to him looked tidier, his tie was neatly pulled together, his hand rested on a book which you couldn’t make the title out of. His face was graced with faint reddish scars and his eyes were glued to Dumbledore.
The table stayed faintly quiet as Albus stopped talking and breakfast was announced. “Relax.” You said, eyes now glued to your face. With a tap to the plate it vanished and a steaming cup of coffee emerged in its place. You fished the pack of cigarettes from your pocket and pushed one between your lips. Black, who was seated to your right, grabbed your arm, biscuit in his other hand.
“No smoking on grounds.” The tidy boy spoke, as Black retreated his hand. “Rules.” Sirius spoke, he shook his head, obviously thinking those to be absurd. You gave them a small smile before you lit the cigarette with a tip of your finger.
“The rules don’t count for me.” The dark haired boy furrowed his eyebrows and huffed before he spoke. “But-”I’m not a student.” You took a sip from your coffee and spoke again.
“I’d be a bit too old for that.” You took a drag from your cigarette, enjoying the way the smoke filled your lungs. You huffed the smoke over their heads and took another sip. “No fair.” Sirius crumbled next to you.
You looked to your right and held the cigarette out for him. With wide eyes he watched you, without a word you nodded your head at him. He hesitated but embraced the stick between his lips and took a drag. Without as much as a cough he blew out the smoke and gave you a small smile. “Thanks.” You didn’t answer before you took another drag.
“My name’s Y/N and I’m here to look out for you-”Look out for us?” You eyed him through your lashes with a glare. “James.” The boy next to him nudged his shoulder and he retreated with a quick sorry.
“You goin’ to interrupt me again, James?” James shook his head “No ma’am.” Your lips twisted into a grin “Good.”
You propped your arms onto the table and started to talk again. “I can’t tell you why, orders from way up.” You paused as you saw them frown.
“I wanna make one thing clear, I’m not here to keep you in check.” You paused “I’m simply here to not have you die, I couldn’t care less about what you do in school.” The boy to your left shuffled to look at you. “Look at me like a friend, you can come to me for help and whatever else you want, I kinda have a free pass here.” You pointed at the pack of cigarettes.
“So, you’re just here to keep us safe?” The boy next to James spoke and you nodded. “Exactly.” James wasn’t convinced, eyebrows still knitted together. “But that doesn’t make sense, we’re good at taking care of ourselves. Sirius has a mean right hook and I’m the best quidditch player in our school. We can take-”No you can’t.” You broke him off.
“Not during these times.” He eyed you some more before he returned to his breakfast.
Just as James opened his mouth again you caught Albus in the corner of your eyes. He had his hand raised, asking you to meet him up in his office. You understood and spoke after you had shoved the cigarettes back into your pocket.
“Excuse me.” You said, Sirius wanted to keep a hold on you, to not let you go but within a second the space next to him was empty. You had apparated away, on school grounds. Maybe you were right after all, you did have a free pass.
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Albus only wanted to remind you of your mission, keep them safe. He handed you their schedule and sent you on your merry way. You apparated into Minerva's classroom, startling two girls in the process. The lesson hadn’t started yet and the room was buzzing with voices.
James and Sirius were seated together, Remus sat with Peter. Albus had shown you pictures, pointed them out to you. There was a bench behind the four which was vacant, so you decided to place yourself there.
You had no business here, you knew. You had finished your school years at Mahoutokoro in Japan about three years ago, you were no longer a student and you didn’t desire to be one ever again but this mission, this task, which Albus put in your hands felt too important to act upon your dislikement of school.
“Oh, Y/N.” Remus said with a small smile on his face as he noticed you.
You gave him a small wave of your fingers and leaned back in your chair, Sirius and James now sat facing you. “You’ll join the lessons too?” You nodded and lit yourself a cigarette, they didn’t question it this time.
“Albus told me to feel free to join in if I wanted to.” Sirius brought a hand through his brown locks and gave you a flirty smile. “Should’ve sat behind you then, Snivellus’ an eyesore.” You gave him a grin and eyed the fellow student. He was hunched over his desk, gaze locked on his workbook.
“So, you’ll join-”You’re in my seat.” A blonde boy interrupted James, he stood right in front of you, his blonde hair framed his face like a helmet.
“I don’t see a name.” You smiled, taking a drag from your cigarette. “This seat is mine.” He said again, nose held high. You raised from your chair and placed yourself in front of the nuisance of a boy. His jaw was clenched and his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
“Well now it’s mine.” You almost whispered, the classroom had gotten awfully quiet, eager to catch a glimpse of your quarrel.
“I’ll say it one more time, this seat is mine, you mud-”I wouldn’t if I were you. I’m the furthest thing from a mudblood, not that I like the sound of that insult.” Your face contorted into a frown before you took another drag of your cigarette and blew the smoke right in his face. The blonde coughed violently as you looked down on him.
“Get away from me.” You said before you sat down and crossed your legs over each other. The boy took a step forward, fists clenched and face flushed.
Sirius and James were fast to stand up, square their shoulders and stare him down. You felt like there were two guard dogs standing right behind you.
“This isn’t finished.” He spat before he turned around and found himself and his buddy a seat. His eyes found yours again before you raised your hand to flip him off.
Sirius burst into laughter as he reached over the desk and patted you on the shoulder. “You’re growing on me, love.”
“Malfoy’s an arse, don’t fret it.” James laughed before you waved him off. “I think I can handle him just fine, James.”
Just as Minerva stepped into the room you had any evidence of a cigarette vanishing. McGonagall wrinkled her nose in displeasure as she placed her bag down.
“Who smoked in my classroom?” The boys didn’t move, you just raised your eyebrows, you’d get him for good. “No one?” You wiped the smirk off your face as you raised your hand.
“Minerva, can I call you that?” The woman faced you, her face didn’t change as she simply nodded.
“I’m not normally one to tell, but I believe that school rules are of utmost importance for students, it was like that for me when I visited Mahoutokoro.” You paused to flash her a small smile, a smile that said, I’m on your side, I’m here to support, not side with students.
“I believe I saw Mr. Malfoy over there enjoying a cigarette just a few moments ago. I’m not one to disdain smoking, as I enjoy it myself but as we all know, I’m no longer a student, but Mr. Malfoy is one and I believe that this should be addressed.”
You were amazed by yourself, you hadn’t been a two faced bitch since school. The boys turned around, faces painted with disbelief. Sirius had to hide the grin on his face. Peter stared at you in horror, how could you be so absolutely stellar at lying, without a stutter or a twitch of guiltiness. 
“Very well, Y/N. Do you have proof to reinforce those accusations?” She stepped a row closer to you, hands clasped together. Malfoy shot to his feet, face bright red with anger as he tried to speak.
“Professor, you couldn’t possibly believe-”I believe a quick whiff should be enough, cigarettes leave a rather strong smell on people who smoke.” 
Minerva gave you a nod and proceeded to where the blonde boy sat, his eyes widened in horror. You had blown the smoke at him, it would still linger. The teacher reached her head forward and smelled the boy's uniform, with a gasp she retreated.
“Mr. Malfoy, I’m truly disappointed, smoking on school grounds is bad enough but in my classroom of all places. 10 points from Slytherin and detention.” You sat down and gave the boys a smirk, they turned around with an amused expression on their faces.
“Thank you, Y/N. It’s nice to see someone acting their age.” You didn’t respond and just gave her a smile.
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“I can’t believe you got Malfoy detention.” James laughed. “Not to mention the house points off Slytherin!” Sirius laughed before he threw an arm over your shoulder. You just shook your head and took the cigarette he had snatched from you back. His fingers played with your hair as you occupied your free hand with your lighter.
“So, you’re just going to spend your free period with me here?” You tried and Peter hummed, his arms snaked around his school bag. You’d told them that you’d like to go for a smoke, to get some peace but that apparently doesn’t exist without those four.
“So, how old are you actually?” James spoke, your eyes found his. Remus jabbed him in the side and you chuckled, taking another drag of the cigarette before Sirius grabbed your arm to take a drag himself.
“Not cool, man.” Sirius commented. You were so close, so intimate. It didn’t feel weird though, it didn’t bother you. Being with him felt so easy, so comfortable. Was that a bad thing? You felt as if you were letting your guard down, what if you were too distracted to keep them safe? All those thoughts disappeared when Sirius’ hand rested on your shoulder.
“24.” You simply answered. Remus finally sat down in front of you, his shoulders seemed less tense. “You went to school in Japan, why that?” You shifted your legs and put the cigarette out letting it once again disappear in the palm of your hand.
“I was originally going to spend my school years here at Hogwarts but when my parents saw my potential they decided to send me to a school which took more pride in their students power and skill than anything else.” You paused and lit yourself another cigarette.
“My parents insisted on my transfer to Mahoutokoro when I was barely twelve years old, I haven’t seen them since I was transferred.” Sirius retreated his arm to fully face you.
“What do you mean?” James spoke, eyebrows furrowed. “I never forgave them for ripping me away from everything I knew, my friends, my family, my mother tongue. Everything.” 
“So you never spoke to them again?” Peter leaned forward, intrigued by the conversation. You nodded your head, eyes on the ground you sat on. “Not one word.”
“What’s Maktokoro-”Mahoutokoro.” You interrupted Sirius, who just swatted your attempt of correcting him away. “Yes, that.”
You caught the boy looking at your hand and without a word you raised the cigarette to his mouth, his warm hand grasped yours gently and he clasped the stick in between his lips. The way he looked, the way he felt, did something to you. Heat spreads from your chest over your shoulder.
“I-It’s very disciplined, hence why I look how I look.” You paused to catch your breath and to rip your gaze from the delicious looking man next to you.
“No tattoos, no dying your hair, no casual clothes, no nothing. The only nice thing is the scenery.” Sirius held a drink for you to take and with a thankful smile you took it.
“Mahoutokoro is big in Qidditch, it wasn’t my cup of tea but the matches were a sight to see.” James leaned back with a smirk on his face.
“Well, Quidditch’s our expertise.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m a seeker myself, Sirius’ a beater.” You smiled at him and nodded your head. “I guess I have to watch you play, then?” 
Sirius let out a chuckle and threw his arm over your shoulder once again. “Of course, love. I need something worth winning for.” You had to laugh yourself before you intertwined your fingers with his before he placed the cigarette in front of your mouth again. You took a drag and blew the smoke past him.
“You don’t play?” You addressed the other two boys.
“No, Peter and I are not so skilled regarding Quidditch.” Remus laughed, his book wandering to his other hand.
“Moony’s the one with the best grades though, Quidditch only gets you so far.” James threw in and Remus gave him a small smile. “Oh, so you’re the smartest?” Remus had to chuckle and shook his head.
“He’s only being modest.” Sirius whispered in your ear and you nodded before Sirius dropped the done cigarette into your palm and it vanished.
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Seated all the way in the back you were surprised to see one of your former teachers teach Defense Against Dark Arts here at Hogwarts. Hayato Fujimoto was one of your favorite teachers when you went to school, to see him here now fills you with comfort. 
He broke into a bright smile as he welcomed the students. “We have a guest here, as it seems.” He paused to lean on his desk. You waved at him before he waved you to the front of the class.
“Miss Y/N here was one of my most talented students, with excellent skills in wandless magic and dueling. I’m happy to have you here, so far from home. I hope you’re willing to show your skills to my students sometime.” You gave him a smile and tilted your head towards him.
“Of course, Professor.” He waved you off “Please, you’re no longer one of my students, call me Hayato.” You couldn’t do that, you knew and he knew as well.
“Alright students, get in line, find yourself a partner.” Fujimoto waved his hands to rush them along, his white hair jumped with the effort. You stayed behind, to stay out of their way.
These lessons, learning how to defend themselves, were important. Even if the professor was eager to show you off, you wanted them to train, to be able to wield those defensive spells, especially Sirius, James, Remus and Peter.
You made your way to them, watching them. James trained with Peter, Sirius with Remus. Spell after spell jumped between them, but you noticed right away, they were going easy on each other. They didn’t take it seriously.
Without a word you stepped in front of Remus, who retreated with wide eyes. “What?” He mumbled as Sirius lowered his wand with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Raise that wand, Black.” You paused before he stepped forward, following suit and raised his wand again.
“Hit me with the best you got.” He hesitated but nodded, wielding his wand.
“Stupefy!” He yelled and with a flick of your hand it dispersed, you looked bored. “Don’t go easy on me now, Sirius.” He took a breath and raised his wand again.
“Rictusempra!” He tried again, but you waved it off once again. With a nameless spell you sent him off his feet, he flew a feet meters and landed on his ass.
You frowned and walked over to him. Your hand reached to his head and your other one held his shoulder. His hair was fluffy, softer than you expected it to be. “You okay?” He huffed and sent you a pained grin, trying to play off the aching in his buttocks. 
“Fine.” He mumbled before he got to his feet again. You brushed his shirt off and rubbed his upper arm. He nodded and took his wand from your hand.
“I didn’t want to knock you off your feet, sorry about that.” You said before he grabbed your arm, warm hand grasping your flesh.
“That’s twice now, you owe me.” He said with a smirk on his face.
For once, you were speechless. You expected him to be mad, to dislike you but he flirted. Your cheeks felt hot and your heartbeat sped up. This wasn’t good, not good at all.
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Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Sano Manjiro x Fem!Reader
“…like a starship speeding into the night, you and I get lost in the infinite lights…”
Warnings: Fem!Reader, MINORS DNI, kinda edited but there are probably still mistakes, smut, slight age gap (reader is 20, mikey is 27), mentions of needles, oral (Fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, praise, name calling (angel, princess), teasing, aftercare, probably more
Word Count: 4.4k I went just a bit overboard, oops 😂
Authors Note: This is one of my entries for @sweet-seishu Body Mod Collab!! This is so much longer than I meant for it to be, and it took me way too long to write, but it’s finally here. (Please take the Mitsuya cameo as an apology, my love.)
The little bell above the door chimed as you and your best friend walked into the tattoo parlor. The cool air of the shop helped calm your nerves as you walked up to the counter where your best friend's boyfriend is sitting, looking through a sketchbook. 
Mitsuya looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave you both a smile as he saw you. His eyes quickly moved to your friend who didn’t even pause as she went behind the counter and put her arms around his shoulders from behind. 
“What are you two doing here so late?” He asked as he placed a kiss onto her hands. 
You give your friend a look as she just smiled at you, only tightening her arms around his shoulders. Diverting your attention to Mitsyua you answer his question with a smile, “I’ve decided to go ahead with my idea of getting a tattoo for my birthday this year.” 
“That’s great! Do you know who you want it done by?” Mitsuya opened the appointment book next to him and looked through the openings for the next few days.
“I was going to let you decide that, based on the design and who you think would do the best.” You open your phone to pull up the design and hand it to him. He contemplated the design for a few minutes before handing the phone back to you.
“Personally I think Mikey’s style would be the best for this, and he’s available for a few hours tomorrow, if that works for you. Do you know where and how big you want it?” Mitsuya picked up a pen to put your name down, still listening to what you wanted.
“I’m thinking of having it pretty big on my right thigh.” You nervously chuckle, thinking about Mikey, and having his hands on you as he works, making you blush.
“Yeah, that should be doable. It might take more than one session, though, with the level of detail you probably want. Mikey’s pretty meticulous about-”.
“Meticulous about what?” Mikey himself asked as he walked out of the hall from the back rooms. His dark eyes looking between the three of you. He was as beautiful as always, his dark hair framing his face perfectly. The lines of the tattoo on his neck peeking out from under his shirt. All you can think about is licking the lines of the tattoo…you give your head a slight shake, trying to focus back on the conversation.
“Hey Mikey, you heading out?” Mitsuya asked, turning around in your friend's arms. He put his own arms around her waist and gave her a proper hug which made your friend hum. 
“Yeah, got an appointment I have to get to. You didn’t answer my question, though.” He pointedly said while keeping his eyes on you. You and Mikey knew each other in passing, you’d hang out as a group, but never alone. You couldn’t deny you had a small crush on him, which your friend loved to tease you about. Especially when she caught you looking at him.
“Oh, she’s decided to get a tattoo for her birthday.” Mitsyua said, pointing his thumb in your direction. “She asked who would do the best with it and I recommended you.” 
Mikey raised a brow as he walked closer to you, making you almost want to back up from the intense look in his eyes. “What design are you wanting exactly?” He asked, stopping a bit too close to you. 
You took out your phone to show him the design, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without stuttering and embarrassing yourself. You hand him your phone and silently hope he doesn’t notice your slightly shaking hands. 
If he does, he doesn’t say anything, just takes your phone and looks down at the photo. “Yeah , I can do this. Did you know where you want it?” Mikey looked back up at you, still holding your phone.
“Um, on my thigh, the right one, if possible.” You answer quietly, not being able to keep eye contact with him for long. 
Mikey seemed amused at your nerves. “Do you know how big you want it to be?” 
You steel your nerves, reminding yourself that it’s just a  crush and you wouldn’t let it get in the way of what you want. “I want it to be kinda big, taking up most of the front of my thigh.” You use your hands to show him about where and how big you wanted it. 
When you looked at him again his eyes looked contemplative, keeping his eyes on your legs. “That should be doable.” Mikey says as he walks over to the desk, rolling his eyes at Mitsuya and your friend being lovey. “Get a room you two, We’re in public.” He comments as he looks over his appointments. 
“Oh don’t worry, we will.” Your friend gave Mikey, and you, a sly smile, while Mitsuya just blushed. She went back to placing light kisses on his face and ignoring you two. 
Mikey rolled his eyes again and looked back at you. “The appointment tomorrow is only for three hours, and it will probably take longer than that to get this done.” Mikey held up your phone and continued. “Would you mind if I send myself this photo so I can work up a sketch to go on?” 
“Yeah of course.” You say, your eyes roaming over his face. Out of the corner of your eye you see your friend smirk at you, but you can’t figure out why. Once Mikey is done, he hands you back your phone, your figures brushing, sending goosebumps up your arm at the contact.
“I’ve gotta go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow for your appointment.” He gives you a smile and waves at Mitsuya and your friend as he leaves.
Your friend gives Mitsuya one last kiss on his lips with a promise to see him later and takes your hand as you two walk out, you send Mitsuya a wave as you get dragged out of the shop. 
“So, after a year of pinning you finally got his number huh?” Your friend teases you as you get in the car. You freeze for a second in your seat before pulling out your phone to check your messages. There, sitting at the top, was a new message and contact, the name simply reading ‘Mikey’. You smiled to yourself and locked your phone, not wanting your friend to catch you staring at it. 
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The next day, you showed up five minutes early to your appointment. As you walked in you saw Mitsuya and Mikey talking at the desk. You walked over to them, catching part of their conversation.
“Finally getting your chance, huh?” Mitsuya teased him.
“Shut up, it’s not that big of a deal.” Mikey grumbled, staring at his phone.
“Just saying man, try not to waste it. Everyone but you can see the way you two-” Mitsuya cut off what he was going to say as you walked up. “Oh hey! Ready to finally do this?” Mikey looked up at you as you approached, quickly locking and putting away his phone. 
“Let’s go to my station, so you can see the design and we can get started.” Mikey grabbed your hand and tried to move you away from his friend quickly.
“You know, wearing jeans when you’re getting a thigh tattoo wasn’t the smartest choice right?” Mitsuya’s voice caught your ears but you didn’t think about his words as you focused on Mikey’s warm hand holding yours. 
Mikey pulled you over to his designated area, letting go of your hand to pick up what looked like a sketch book. He motioned you to sit in the chair and pulled up his stool to sit closer to you. He flipped open his book to a marked page and turned it towards you. “You can take a minute to look it over and let me know if you want anything changed.” 
You took the book from him and looked down at the drawing. It was beautiful. Your eyes danced over the sketch he had drawn for you, taking in the intricate details and flowing lines. You looked up at Mikey with a smile, “It’s perfect. I love it.” His intense eyes studied your face, a smile curled at his lips as took in your expression. 
“Perfect. I prefer to do tattoos free hand. Will that bother you?” Mikey asked as he started to get his equipment ready. 
“If that’s what you want, it’s good with me. You’re the expert here.” You watch as he rolls up his sleeves, not being able to look away from his hands flexing. 
Mikey looked over at you and seemed to hesitate before speaking again. “Since you’re getting this done on your thigh, I’m going to need access to your leg…” He trailed off, his eyes fixed on your legs.
The words Mitsuya called out to you finally clicked. You would have to pull your jeans down to let him work. Your mouth went dry and your face heated up. “Oh, right, of course.”
“I can get something to block off the space if it will make you feel more comfortable.” He offered, running his hand through his dark hair. 
“I would really appreciate that, if it’s not too much trouble.” You can’t look up at him, so you just keep your eyes on your hands.
Mikey walks away and comes back a few minutes later with a partition, maneuvering it to block off the space from wandering eyes. You stood up to pull your jeans down, while Mikey continued to get his things ready to begin, pointedly keeping his back  to you giving you a bit of privacy. 
When he turned back around, you were sitting on the chair, your pants pulled down to just below your knees. You pulled your tank top down to try to save some modesty, but it didn’t seem to do much. Mikey turned back around, his gaze drifted down to your legs, but you couldn’t decipher the look in them.
Mikey cleared his throat before looking back up into your eyes. “Ready to get started?” He sat back on the stool as you simply nodded your head. He grabbed the wipes next to him. “I just need to clean the area off, then we can start, ok?” All you could do was nod again as Mikey placed his gloved hand on your knee. 
He rubbed the wipe on up and down your thigh, seeming to take his time. Once He deems the arena clean enough, he picked up his tattoo gun and looked at you one last time. “This is probably going to hurt at first, but once you get used to it, it can be relaxing. Just let me know if you need to take a break, ok?” He explained while situating his arm between your legs to get a better angle at the space he would be working on.
You give Mikey a small smile and nod, focusing more on the arm he put between your legs. Your breathing gets heavier as his fingers unconsciously stroked your knee. You hear the buzzing and jerk your head towards the sound.
Mikey chucked a little at your expression before focusing back on his work. As the needle touched your skin you took a sharp inhale and clenched your hands together. Mikey seemed to notice you tensing under his hand. “Just breathe angel, close your eyes and relax.” You closed your eyes and relaxed into the chair, choosing to focus on his soothing and warm hand. It wasn’t too long before you drifted off to sleep.
You woke up to a warm hand on your face, opening your eyes to see Mikey smiling softly at you. “Is something wrong?” You ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes.
“No, angel. We’re done for today, you slept through the whole thing.” He chuckled at your confused look. “It’s really not that uncommon, a lot of people fall asleep while getting tattoos.” He held his hand out to help you stand up. When you put weight on your right leg, you falter, almost falling but Mikey quickly puts his arms around you to keep you steady.
“Don’t rush, your leg is probably a little sore. You can sit as long as you need.” He didn’t seem to want to let go of you, keeping his arms tight around you. You stood in his arms for a few more minutes, slowly putting your own arms around his shoulders. 
When you looked up at him you noticed your faces were centimeters apart, your breaths mingling. Looking into his eyes, you saw as they looked between your eyes and lips. “Mikey..” you breathed out his name just before his lips connected with yours.
You melted into his arms, kissing him back. His lips were so soft against yours, moving hesitantly, almost like he was worried you would pull away from. You would never pull away from him, not when you had been wanting this since you met him. You move your hands to his hair, pulling him closer, and moan into the kiss, forgetting everything around you.
He runs his tongue along your lips, and you open for him, letting him take whatever he wants. His tongue explores your mouth, making your hands tighten in his hair. You push your body completely against his, wanting more of him. He groans at the feeling of your body against his, he moves his hands down to your ass and squeezes.
You can feel him getting hard where your bodies are pressed together. You grind on him, trying to get more friction for burning heat inside of you. Mikey pulls away from the kiss, ghosting his lips over your check, moving to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Mikey chuckles at your eagerness, “Not here, princess. You’ll get what you want, but somewhere more private, where I can make you moan as loud as I want.” His words do nothing to help the need inside of you.
“Please, Mikey, need you so bad.” You breathe out, moving your face to kiss him again. He meets you halfway and gives you another heated kiss. It’s shorter than you want, Mikey pulling away before you’re ready.
“Come on, let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” He pulled his body away from yours, leaving you cold. He took your hand in his, pulling you behind him and towards the door. As you walk past the desk, Mitsuya looks up at the two of you, a small smirk on his face.
“About fucking time you two got togther.” you hear him mutter as you leave.
Mikey kept his hand on your thigh the entire drive back to his apartment, using his thumb to draw circles over your skin slowly getting closer to your core but never quite touching you, keeping you on edge and needing more.
He barely waited until the door shut behind you two to have his hands and mouth on you again. He pushed you up against the wall, his hands going to your hips, his mouth on yours. His kiss was frenzied, his tongue licking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. All you can do is melt into him, letting him take what he wants from you.
You part your lips, his tongue tangling with yours. His hands move down to your ass squeezing, before moving down further to the back of your thighs. You lift them, wrapping your legs around his waist. You grind yourself against his already hard cock, needing more friction. Your hands wrapping around his shoulders, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
He pulls you from the wall, supporting your weight, and walking with you in his arms. His lips haven’t left yours, still kissing you as if you were his air. He took you into his room and only pulled away from the kiss to lay you gently on his bed. He loomed over you, raking his eyes over your form. 
 He groaned at how disheveled you already looked, lips swollen from the kissing and your eyes blown out with lust. “I’ve wanted to have you in my bed for so long, and now that you’re here, it’s better than I could have imagined.” Mikey murmured, leaned down over you and placed another teasing kiss on your lips before you could respond, moving off you again, just as quickly.
Your head was swimming with his words, but they were quickly pushed to the back of your mind as his hands reached for the edge of your shirt and you lifted up off the bed a little to help him get it off of you. Mikey eyes immediately going to your breasts, you reach around to unclasp your bra tossing it to the side. 
You watch as Mikey licks his lips as he stares at your bare chest, before he leaned down and places teasing kisses around your right breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, making you moan. His free hand moves to your other breast, kneading it. Your hands in hair tug his head head up to have him look at you. 
“Mikey, please, need you.” You breathe out, your hands reaching for his shirt trying to get it off of him. He helps you, lifting his shirt over his head. Your eyes roam over his muscles, watching them flex, and wanting to run your mouth over them. You shake your head, promising yourself that you would indulge in all your fantasies later. You hoped this wouldn’t be the last time you were with him.
His hands quickly moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them and looking up at you, seemingly asking permission. You nod, and Mikey quickly pulls them down, along with your panties. He drops them to the floor, unable to pull his eyes from your naked body in front of him. He takes off the rest of his clothes and you finally get to see his body, fully exposed to you. 
His already hard cock makes you lick your lips. Mikey chuckles seeing this, “Next time, angel. Right now is about you.” He places his lips back on your neck, teasing his way down your body, before settling himself between your legs. He uses his hands to keep you spread, giving him the space to do what he wants. 
Mikey places teasing kisses on your upper thighs, making you thrust your hips up wanting him to stop his teasing. He gives in and moves to place an open mouth kiss on your aching cunt, causing you to whimper, your hands threading through his hair. 
His tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it lightly, you arch your back at the intense feeling. One of his hands moves from your thigh, pushing one of his fingers slowly into your pussy, your eyes rolling back. He pulls his mouth away slightly, “So tight, baby, gotta loosen you up if you want my cock.” He groans before you feel his tongue toying with your clit again, his finger slowly starts to pump in and out of you, building up a steady pace, before adding another moving them faster.
You can feel your orgasm getting closer as he plays your body like a finely tuned instrument. “Mikey, please need to cum, need it so bad.” You whine loudly, making Mikey groan, feeling your cunt clench around his fingers. 
“Go ahead, angel, cum on my fingers. Want to feel you let go.” His words sound slurred, he curls his fingers and the pressure inside you snapes, your vision going white and your hands tugging his hair with the pleasure coursing through you. 
He removes his fingers, his tongue moving to lick up all your release, helping you come down from your high. He sits up on his knees the moonlight streaming in from the window bathing him in soft light, making him almost ethereal to your hazy mind. His tongue darts out to lick your wetness off his face, lifting his fingers to clean them off as well. “You taste so good princess, could send hours eating this sweet pussy of yours. But I want to feel you to come on my cock now.” 
You reach your hands out to him, wanting to feel him on top of you again. Not able to ask him with words, your mind still not functioning properly after your orgasm. He takes in the view of you fucked out in front of him, your breast bouncing with the quickness of your breaths. 
He leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders, his arms resting beside your head, keeping some of his weight off of you, your mouths meeting in a heated kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, focusing on this kiss so much your breath hitches when you feel his cock pressing against your slit. He paused for only a second before pushing himself into your wet cunt. 
You mewl at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders, trying to distract yourself from the pain. He groans at the feeling of your pulsing around him, your pussy feeling like it’s trying to pull him in further. He does his best to go slow, trying not to hurt you, but he can’t stop himself from bottoming out in one thrust. “So good angel, you feel so good around me.” He breaths into your ear, placing a small kiss on your jaw, breathing heavy from the pleasure of finally being nestled in your warm walls.
“Too much, s’too much.” You manage to get out, feeling tears gather in your eyes.
“Just relax for me, princess, relax so I can make you feel good. Y’er squeezing me so fucking tight.” Mikey moves one hand down your body, pressing his thumb to your clit slowly rubbing it in small circles. Adjusting to his size, you relax your hold on him. His thrusts start slow and shallow, before he works up his speed, pulling out more with each thrust, until only his tip stays in you, thrusting back into you hard, his tip hitting your sweet spot. 
Your moans and whimpers spur him on, until he’s pounding into you. The tears gathering in your eyes start to fall as he abuses your sweet spot, his hand that was rubbing your clit moving up to massage your breast, his fingers rubbing your nipple sending waves of pleasure through you.
“Please…Mikey…need to cum, need it so bad…” Your words were slurred, barely understandable,  tears still falling from your eyes, you can’t think straight with how good his cock is making you feel. 
He removes his face from where he was nipping at the skin of your neck, seeing the tears on your face he leans in to kiss them away, never stopping the movement of his hips. “Go ahead and cum princess, wanna feel you make a mess.” His hand moved from your breast and up to your neck, squeezing  just enough to cut off your air, but still leave marks on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
That was the last push you needed to fall off the edge, your mind blanked, back arching off the bed, as you moaned his name. Mikey groaned, feeling your pussy clench tight around him, pounding even harder into you, lessening his hold on your neck, but not letting go.
All you could say was his name, chanting it while trying to come down. Your nails dragging down his back as you feel the overstimulation taking over. “Mikey-too much, can’t take anymore.” You're sobbing now, all the feelings in your body clashing with each other.
“Yes you can, princess, just a little bit more. Want me to fill this little cunt up don’t you?” He kissed his way to your lips, before sealing them together, swallowing your whines.
“Yes, yes, fill me up, please, want your cum.” you try to say against his lips, not sure if he could even understand you. Mikey thrusts become erratic, seeking his own high. After a few more thrusts, the image of your face, so beautiful and fucked out underneath him, is what did him in. 
He pushed as far as he could into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his cum, groaning as your pussy fluttered around him. You moan at the feeling of his hot cum spilling into you, making you feel even almost too full.
Mikey’s thrusts turned shallow, trying to keep his high as long as possible, not wanting the moment to end. He breathes coming quickly, his cock softening inside of you. He didn’t want to pull out, but knew he should. As much as he wanted to keep going his energy was leaving him, and he still needed to take care of you and make sure you were ok.
He fell beside you, putting his arm around your waist. “Are you ok, princess?” He murmured quietly, not wanting to break the peace surrounding you two now. The smile on your face, taking his breath away for a second. He knew that he was hooked on you, on your smile, your taste, even your presence. 
All you could was nod at his question, your brain still muddled from the pleasure. He smiled at you, before rolling over and standing up. You whimper, thinking the moment is over, but he shushes you, leaning down to place a quick kiss on your forehead. “Just getting a towel to clean you up, princess, I’ll be right back.”
True to his word, Mikey was back a moment later, wet washcloth in hand. He was gentle as cleaned you up, the coolness of it felt wonderful against your heated skin. His eyes roving over your body, stopping on your neck. He could see bruises forming from when he choked you, a bit of guilt swirling in his mind. He took the cloth back to his bathroom, cleaning himself up while in there.
When he was done, he climbed back into bed pulling you close, and murmuring sweet words in your ear, helping lull you into a peaceful sleep. Mikey stayed awake a little longer, finger brushing up and down your back, sighing as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your now even breathing and steady heartbeat helping him find his own way to sleep, looking forward to waking up with you in his arms.
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mexicanfoxburrito · 2 months
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Okay, I need the fluff
Can you do child!clown!reader that makes honk noises when they're happy, they love to pull very innocent pranks and their body squeaks like a squeaky toy whenever they get hugs or they fall? They're even smaller than Pomni (Impossible, I know/j) and whenever they're sad they start going gray (in the literal sense, like- their colors start dulling up until they're completely black, grey and white)
I don't really care for who you choose for this request, as long as it is one or multiple members of the TADC then it's immediately great in my books! ^^/pos
Pomni is like 5’2 from what I remember, so being shorter is definitely possibly 😭
Platonic! child, clown reader + TADC cast Headcannons!
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Not proofread, sorry if characters are OOC, I did my best writing this.
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Caine
• He unintentionally makes you overwhelmed with the tour of the place
• Tries to make you feel better with some Angel food cake
• Doesn’t realize that his mega-phone volume voice can be too much for you
• When he realizes you squeak he questions it “why is this sound coming from you?”
• When your sad and lose color he also questions it “MY CHILD WHY ARE YOU LOOSING YOUR COLOR?!”
• Doesn’t realize how intense the IHA can be until Ragatha points it out, tries his best to make it less chaotic
• Falls victim to verbal jokes you make to him
Gangle
• Gangle is shy at first when you meet her but she warms up to you quickly
• She finds it fascinating that you squeak when you fall or when she hugs you
• Doesn’t really like it when you pull pranks, then she doesn’t mind it when it’s usually harmless fun, unlike a periwinkle rabbit
• Talks to you about the manga/anime she used to watch back in the real world
• She has crayons and markers so you two hang in her room and color and talk about animals or whatever comes to mind
• You do your best to get Gangle to stand up to herself, you don’t like seeing her get pushed around.
• When Gangle has her happy mask on she takes you to the carnival and you two have a good time
Zooble
• Acted annoyed with you, when in reality they absolutely adored you.
• If Jax is being Jax, they will put you in Ragatha’s room before finding him and literally cussing him out
• Buys you digital carnival food but tries to play it off as a “don’t tell mom/dad” situation
• Tried cutting back on the swearing so you don’t swear
• Pokes your arm at times just to hear you make a squeaking sound
• Helps with the harmless pranks but not all of the time, only if it’s towards Jax
•Lets you re-arrange their limbs/antennas
• Angsty Older sister type of relationship
Kinger
• Loves building pillow forts with you
• If your pulling a prank he makes sure you have armor (that’s mainly pillows)
• Almost like a unstable father figure to you
• Does his best to keep his sanity around you
•Kinger tries his best not to scream if you scare him by accident
• Shows you his insect collection from over the years
• Tells you about Queenie and how much he loved her and how amazing she was to him
Ragatha
• Mama bear situation
• Since she’s a rag doll I can see her being a master in sewing and giving you a plushie or accessories she’s made
• If you have long hair she’s braiding it or making it look pretty, same with short hair, always styling it
• Cheers you up when you’ve lost color, I can see her singing lullabies to help.
• She’ll play with you, like if you have toys she’ll play with your dolls/stuffies and tries to go with the flow
• Lets you rant to her when things get tough and you miss home
• Makes sure you’re okay, even if she’s not feeling okay
Jax
• Bad older brother influence in a way
•Encourages your pranks, tries to make you go a little further with them at times
•Tells you it’s fine to take insects from Kinger’s collection and put it in Ragatha’s room
•Usually tries to ignore you when you try to get his attention
•Puts you on his shoulders so you can be very tall
• Hates it when you prank him, loves seeing the pranks happen to other people
• Jax messes with you, he goes too far at times and when you loose your color at first he tries bolting and hiding so he doesn’t face the consequences.
•Now he tries to cheer you up in any way possible, even if it means he gets hurt in the process or choked out by Zooble
Pomni
• Wonders how a child got into this digital world.
• She’s definitely concerned when you loose color, she thinks you might be on the edge of abstraction
• Pats you on the back, very awkwardly. Definitely takes a step back when you squeak
• Tries to make small talk, ends up with basic icebreaker questions to get to know you better
•Eventually determined to get herself and you out, hoping you have parents who miss you
• Let’s you play with her Jester hat bells, kind of a way of stimming, or something to fiddle with.
• If your eating and are a bit hungry she’ll give you some of her food from dinner since she doesn’t eat
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Sorry for the delay, I got an ear infection and it literally threw me off my schedule along with school.
I did get a new job tho so yay but that may make me just a smidge behind on posting, I will continue to post on here don’t worry.
Everyone please stay hydrated and as a tip, don’t shower and have cold air next to your ear, you’ll regret it.
Xoxo bat
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sweet-creature101 · 1 year
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Good Girls
summary: Harry finds out that his goody two shoes neighbour is actually quite far from that. Based on the song, Good Girls by 5 Seconds Of Summer.
fratboy!harry era; a frenemies to lovers trope.
warnings: mention of alcohol, sex, the pressure to be perfect
“Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught.”
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Harry enjoyed walking at night. He enjoyed strolling through his neighbourhood, which consisted of two parallel rows of houses, separated by a black strip of road. Harry was content and blissfully silent as he walked with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket and a sweet melody of a song he just recently heard swirling in his head.
“Jesus…. Fucking….. Christ.”
Harry heard someone mutter these words under their breath, to be more particular he heard a girl. He recognised the voice but wasn’t quite sure of his assumption as he whipped his head in the direction of that voice.
He saw a girl climb down the window of her bedroom. Muttering ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’ at every misstep of hers. He saw the girl skilfully yet so clumsily climb down, placing her hands in the nooks and corners of the brick lined house.
The girl jumped down and ran a hand over her jeans. She looked into the window, squinting to look at herself and ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it to messy perfection.
Harry finally recognised the girl, it was y/n. You looked different, very different from the girl who goes to ballet practice every morning before school, very different from the soft spoken girl in school and very different from the girl his mom spoke of with such fondness everytime you dropped off brownies, which was usually once a week.
“Y/n? What a surprise.” Harry smugly said.
You turned around with a look of shock on your face. Your eyes were wide open. You looked at him with a sheepish smile and began to go through excuses.
“Never imagined to see you sneaking out.” Harry added, crossing his arms over his chest a sly smile on his face.
“It’s for…. It’s for science.” You quickly said, your hands going behind your back.
“Oh yes yes. Forgot about the assignment, silly me.” Harry deadpanned. You roll your eyes at his response and huffed a breath.
“Listen, im sure we can come to an agreement or at least a conclusion yeah?” You reasoned.
“What?” Harry asked you, confused.
“You can’t tell anyone you saw me. No one. Not even your best friend, Lewis was it?” You mumble the last part under your breath.
“Louis.” He corrected you.
“Same thing Styles.” You rolled your eyes.
“Glad to see the mask is off.” Harry said, musing at your behaviour.
He had interacted with you plenty of times but none of those interactions were like this. He had seen you around school, hugging your books as you walked through the hallways with a smile on your face chatting with your best friend. Other times, he saw you at the doorstep of his house with your brownies in hand which he loved but wouldn’t admit. You always seemed to have a quiet, and soft spoken demeanour so seeing you like this, sneaking out and dressed up in something which wasn’t your school uniform or your ballet clothes was a surprise for Harry. Moreover seeing you sneak out of your bedroom window caught him off guard.
“Mask? What mask?” You joked, knowing well that Harry didn’t expect this out of you. “Well, pleasure meeting you at this hour Styles but I have places to be.” You said nodding your head.
“For the science project?” He asked you, a sly and knowing smile on his face.
“Exactly. Need to observe human behaviour in a club. Possibly even document the outcomes of underage drinking.” You said chuckling.
“Well, I won’t keep you from doing your homework then.”
“Great. I’ll see you around.” You said smiling as you booked a cab from your phone.
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Harry wondered about you after your little impromptu interaction with him. He saw you around school but you were always busy, your nose either stuck in a book or in school assignments.
You both made eye contact now in the hallways, but you would quickly divert your gaze after giving him a small smile. Harry wanted to be friends with you. He had no reason as to why. He simply wanted to.
Harry’s train of thought was disrupted when his phone began to rang. Ems the caller name displayed. Emily and Harry had a peculiar arrangement, they would have sex, go to parties together and were almost always together yet they weren’t dating.
“Hello?” Harry spoke.
“Harry! You forgot to pick me up from ballet. We’ll get late for Jaspers party!” Emily huffed.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Harry said, getting up from the comfort of his sofa.
“Great, I’ll stretch some more then.”
Harry reached the studio in a matter of ten minutes just as he promised. He searched for Emily and found her laughing with a few girls. Emily spotted him and ran towards him, a smile on her face.
“Oh my God, thank fuck you made it in time.” She said with a breathy laugh. “I’m a man of my word.” Harry replied. “Give me fifteen minutes, need to change and all.” She said and hurried off.
Harry roamed around the studio. He heard the sound of a piano playing accompanied with a few frustrated groans. He saw you, dressed up in a white leotard with a baby pink flowy skirt. Your hair was in a braid, you put it in a bun harshly.
“Listen y/n, you’ve been at it for the past two hours. Take a break.” The man at the piano reasoned. You shot daggers at him.
“Start playing.” You simply said.
The man started to play. Harry saw you twirl and move with more grace than the pianist. Your face was etched in an expression of pain and a few quiet whimpers left your lips with every twirl yet you kept going. You powered through and once the piece was over, you fell to the ground, your chest caving in with every breathe.
“Listen Matt, we just need to go through the part before the temps de l’ange.” You said, still breathless.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself y/n, you’re really doing good. I’m going home now, so should you.” Matt said picking up his stuff and leaving you on the floor.
You sighed and got up. You winced with every time step you took towards the door.
“Need any help?” Harry asked you. You look at him with an expression mixed with exhaustion and surprise.
“Why are you here?” You ask him.
“I’m here to pick up Emily.” Harry said. You grimaced at the sound of her name and mumbled a ‘right’ as you continued to walk.
“You won’t make it all the way to the door like this.” Harry said, an edge of concern in his voice.
“Don’t worry. I’m used to it.” You curtly said.
It didn’t take long for you realise that he was right. You simply sat down on the floor without saying a word. You began to remove your shoes and whimpered with pain.
“That doesn’t look good.” Harry said, his eyebrows scrunched in concern as hovered over you, his gaze fixated on your bleeding feet.
“Thank you Harry.” You said sarcastically.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Just leave me alone. I’m having a shit day.” You said in frustration. You let your bun fall down, cascading into a loose and messy braid.
“Come on,” Harry said stretching his hand out to you. You debated on whether to take it or not. You decided to take his hand since he was right, there was no way you would make it to the door without hurting yourself.
“Ow..ow.. you’re too fast Harry slow down.” You said in between breaths of pain. Harry slowed down, your hand still encased tightly in his as he made you walk to your bag. You picked up your bag and slipped into more comfortable shoes.
In this distance, you saw Emily walking towards you and Harry dressed up in a tight mini dress. You had nothing against wearing tight dresses but seeing Emily wear a dress that looked as if it suffocated her made you scowl.
“Y/n hi, i didn’t know you and Harry are friends.” Emily said, eyeing Harry with a hardened gaze.
“Because we aren’t.” You said firmly. Harry stiffened a bit at your words. However, the reality of your interactions with him was that they were by coincidence, being in the right place at the right time perhaps. Harry understood this, he understood that you two were nothing but mere acquaintances and the more ironical thing about your circumstance was that you stood a far better chance at being friends with his mother (which you were) than with him, unlike his other friends.
“Oh.” Emily said curtly. She tucked her hair behind her ear and gestured for Harry to come to her side. “I’ll see you around.” Emily mumbled as she left.
“Will I see you at Jasper’s tonight?” Harry asked you. “I’d rather die.” You replied back, a slight smile on your face. “Till we meet again Styles.” You said, extending your hand to him. He shook your hand and replied with, “till we meet again.”
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The night sky felt alluring. You could feel it’s magnetic field reach out to you and call you. The air was cool and gentle as it blew around your bare arms and legs. You sighed contently and took a hit of the cigarette perched in your hand.
You were sitting on the grass, your legs stretched out to the road. You liked how quiet it was.
You took a hit of your cigarette, watching the smoke circle above your head. In the distance, you saw a muscular figure make its way towards you. You were about to get up but you heard the figure shout out your name.
“Y/n!” It was Harry.
He ran up to you and scanned his eyes over your relaxed figure.
“We need to stop meeting like this.” You said making Harry crack into a bright and pearly smile.
“Wanna sit?” You ask him, as you patted down at the free space next to you.
“Sure.” Harry said while he sat down, his legs own bare legs touching your cold ones. You felt your whole focus narrow down to the part where your thighs touched.
“Didn’t know you smoked.” Harry said, his eyes showing an incredulous look.
“There’s a lot you didn’t know.” You said shrugging lightly.
“Seems so. I didn’t know that you sneak out, drink, smoke-”
“I get it Styles.” You said, halting Harry’s long list of all the things he didn’t know about you. Harry chuckled at your response.
“How’s your foot?” Harry asked you. You only rolled your eyes as you disposed off the cigarette.
“It’s fine. Nothing big.” You said, your eyes set straight at the road.
“I don’t like Emily.” Harry blurted out, his words a bit haywire, an indication that he was drunk.
“You’re drunk Harry.” You said.
“Tipsy.” He corrected you before he continued, “don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty and nice but is it so scandalous to admit the fact that she tires me?” Harry sighed.
“Tires you?”
“Like a record player you know. At first, you’re fascinated, then you like it and then you’re obsessed but after a while you realise, ‘shit, it’s the same thing over and over again’ and then you want something different. Something real.”
“Wise words Styles.”
“You don’t understand me.” Harry grumbled rolling his eyes.
“What, I do!”
“No you don’t.”
“I understand how it feels when you’re living your life according to the likes of others. I understand how it feels when you’re walking on eggshells, afraid that one wrong move and everyone’s going to see who you are under that facade. I understand how it feels to be suffocated. I understand Harry.” You mumbled the last part in a quiet voice.
“Shit man, welcome to the club.” Harry said, slinging an arm across your shoulders as he brought you closer to him.
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As the months passed by, you and Harry became attached at the hip. You no longer passed him small and shy smiles but would wave at him with full enthusiasm and he would often steal you away from your friends just because he needed a dose of ‘reality’ when he spent too much time around Emily.
Tonight, you had promised Harry to take him to the places you would vanish to in the night. Harry was apprehensive at first, any experience he had when it came to drinking and partying came from high school house parties. You somehow convinced him with a few hugs and slobbery kisses on his cheek.
You climbed down the balcony of your house, Harry watched you intently with every step his hands open to catch you if you fell. You got off with a jump, running your hands over your skirt.
“Graceful.” Harry said. He offered you his hand which you took, ignoring the faint warmth that rose up to your cheeks.
It was a ten minute drive to the club you usually went. Harry couldn’t help but wince at how loud the music was at first but as time passed he began to let lose. You both had downed a couple of drinks and spent the night in each others arms, close enough to have your hearts beat in synchronisation.
“Have I told you how pretty you are?” You said to Harry as you put a hand on his face. Harry leaned into your hand and closed his eyes giving you a lazy smile.
“No.” He said.
“Well I think you’re really very pretty.” You said hiccuping, a slight giggle passing through your painted lips. “Keep it coming y/n.” Harry said, a smug smile on his face. You roll your eyes and draw your hand down to your side.
“We should head home. Got school tomorrow.” You said and Harry groaned. “We can skip.” He said, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. “Nope.” You said shaking your head no. “Why don’t you try skipping school.” Harry pleased and you immediately shut him up by placing your hand on his mouth.
“We’re leaving now and I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow.” You said. Harry licked your hand and you squealed. You took a step back but Harry pulled you closer, a hand on your waist as he tugged you towards him.
“Fine.” He said defeated. You smiled and kissed his cheek.
You wanted to stay here, in his arms and not leave his warm and strong embrace. You mentally slapped yourself in the face for thinking like this. You told yourself that Harry didn’t want you. He wanted someone pretty, someone who would got to house parties and post about them, someone who everyone admired, someone who everyone loved and wanted to be friends with.
He didn’t want someone who hides behind a carefully curated identity of ambiguity, he didn’t want someone who would purposely go into self destruct mode, someone who buried themselves in work, someone who no one liked, someone who no one knew about and more importantly he didn’t want someone like you.
Harry one the other hand was fully convinced that he wanted no one other than you. There was nothing more he wanted than to hear you laugh because of him, to spend his days with you and simply bask in your presence.
“You there?” Harry asked you, bring you out of your trance. You looked up at him and gave him a smile. “Yeah.”
You needed to get away from him before you fell even harder.
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Harry wondered what went wrong.
The two of you had last talked a week ago. Harry noticed that you had been running away or at least seemed to run away from him. He had seen you once or twice when you came to drop off your brownies. Other than that, you were usually drowning yourself in school work and spent your nights studying rather than sneaking out. At least that’s what Harry thought.
You would sneak out every night or two around one or two a.m and would return by four in the morning which gave you three hours of sleep in total. You spent your time in school studying and answering all questions asked in class diligently, like the person everyone in school thought you were. You practiced ballet every day, until you felt your bones and legs cleave into two, hoping to suppress the roaring in your head whenever you thought about harry.
Today however had been a difficult storm to hone. You had finished baking your batch of brownies and headed to Harry’s house. You hoped he wasn’t there although it was a holiday. A part of you wished that he were with his friends or even Emily while the other part of you missed him. Missed him in a way that you believed was best left unattended to.
You rang the doorbell of his house and were greeted by the warmth of his mother.
“Y/n! Oh how I missed your brownies.” Anne said hugging you tight.
You smiled at her and handed her the container. “Made them the way you like.” You said.
“With extra love?” Anne asked you, a glint of happiness and adore in her eyes.
“Of course. Always with extra love.” You said, shoving your hands in the pockets of your jacket.“Well I best be going.” You said.
“Nonsense. Come in for a cup of tea. It’s the least I can do for you.” Anne said, holding the door wide open for you to enter. She didn’t give you the time to say no or to even think about her offer as she pulled you in and shut the door close.
Harry’s house always smelt like fresh cut flowers and honey. It was warm and welcoming. You followed Anne to the kitchen, a wince forming on your lips as you walked owing to your swollen ankles. You were over worked and exhausted but you needed to an escape from the plague of thoughts Harry left in your head.
But here, standing next to Harry’s mother in his own house was no remedy to the illness that plagued you in your head and heart.
“How is school going?” Anne asked you as she brewed tea. She set down three cups instead of two on the counter top.
“School is good. Just a lot of work and studying.” You said shrugging cooly.
“If Harry worked half as hard as you, I’d more than happy with him.” Anne choked on a laugh. You gave her a weak and small smile.
“I’m glad that such things are being said about me.” A voice from the stairs said.
It was Harry.
You turn around to meet his gaze. He looked effortlessly beautiful in a plain white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. You wondered if he knew that fact about him since there was no one to tell him that other than your occasional drunken self.
“Hi.” You breathed out.
“Hey.” Harry said, his eyes narrowing at your frame. He walked closer to you, his eyes not leaving your face. You felt yourself burn and heat under his gaze but you kept your posture high and stiff.
“Can we talk?” Harry asked you in a quiet voice.
You never noticed how close the both of you stood to one another until today. You never noticed how you would find yourself leaning into him, as if it were second nature until today. You never noticed that there was an undertone of love in his eyes when he was around until today.
“Yeah.” You said. Harry held you by his wrist and took you up his room.
You sat down on the edge of his bed as he stood at the doorframe, his arms crossed and lips pursed in contemplation as if he were wondering what to say.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” Harry asked you, breaking the icy silence between the both of you.
“I’m not.” You replied, your voice far and distant.
“Bullshit.”
“It’s… it’s difficult.” You said.
“Not if you explain it to me y/n.” Harry said, walking close to you and held your hands in his. A silent plead. A whisper of love. A promise of acceptance.
You hated this. You hated being so vulnerable in front of him. You hated knowing the fact that he could strike where it would hurt the most with only words.
But you had to. You had to wear your heart on your sleeve just as he had done repeatedly. If not for him, then for your own sanity.
“I like you Harry. Fuck, do you know how difficult it is to fall for your best friend and also be aware of the fact that you’re not good enough for him?” You said. Harry’s grip on your hands only tightened at your confession. He was silent. Quiet.
“Say something. Please.” The last word came out as a weak whisper. Harry brought his head closer to yours, your eyebrows touching each other as he held you in the embrace of a lover who had longed for this, longed for you.
“Y/n, you’re far too good for me. Screw Emily, I don’t want her. I don’t want any of the things people think I do. You’re the reason I smile everyday and it pains me that you don’t know that. I love you y/n, like it or not I do and there’s nothing you can do or say that’ll change that. If anything, I might be the one who’s not good enough for you.” He said, his eyebrows scrunched in sorrow at the thought of you thinking you’re not enough for him.
“What! No Harry. You’re everything I want. Don’t ever think that.” You said.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked you.
You didn’t let him speak further as you crashed your lips onto his, letting pure and sweet oblivion sweep away every thought of insecurity and uncertainty that crashed through you.
This was real.
He was real.
Harry broke the kiss, his hand caressing your face.
“I promise to take care of you y/n. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He said before kissing you again.
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l-starlight-l · 1 year
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Meeting the brothers
A/n: it’s been foreverrrre since I posted, but I’m thinking about making a cute series of smaller story’s that all go together.
Description: Jason finally can get everyone out of the manor so you two can have alone time, but it doesn’t last long.
Pairings: Jason Todd x reader
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Jason had finally invited you over to his father’s manor. You were so excited, you had heard stories about how Luxurious it was. When you got there all the excitement in your stomach turned to anxiety. The place was huge, and I mean like castle huge. What we’re your boyfriends fancy rich family gonna think of not so fancy you. You took a few deep breaths and knocked in a harmonious pattern on the oak door. After a minute a kind looking old man in a butlers outfit opens the door.
“Ah you must be miss y/n” he greets you with a smile
“Oh um yes I’m here to see Jason” you mutter feeling very shy. They’re so rich they have a butler, this is crazy.
“He’s in the Library, I’m quite suprised how hard he worked to get you here. The rest of the family is out of the house” he said with a small smirk, he held the door while you walked into the manor.
A sigh of relief fell over you when he said that it would only be you and Jason here. You were only a little intimidated by the stories he would tell you about his family. You stepped through the doors and were taken back by the beauty of the inside. It was decorated with such style and absolutely spotless. You took another deep breath, a warm aroma filled your nose. It was the smell of fresh baked cookies, a smile spread across your lips at the thought of tasting Alfred’s famous cookies.
“If you walk down this hall” Alfred said gesturing towards a very long hallway, “the library is the last door on the left”. You thanked him for the direction and you made your way to Jason. When you got to the end of the hallway, you stood in front of doors two times as tall as you. You pushed the very heavy door open and walked into the book filled room. There you saw Jason sitting in a very comfy looking chair with his nose deep in a book. He looked up when he heard the door close behind you. He met your eyes with a smile, god you loved his smile. He closed the book and got up to great you.
“Hey sweetheart” he said with love while pulling you into a hug. He kissed the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around his firm torso. “I was just finishing that book I was reading yesterday” he said with joy.
You released from the hug and looked up at him, “you’re so amazing” you say dumb found.
He laughs and looks back down at you smirking. “how so” he questions.
You spread out your arms showing the huge bookshelves that cover three walls of the room and go up to the ceiling. “I mean look at this room, it’s huge” you laugh and spin taking in the library. “And you have a butler, you are soooo rich” you stop your spin and look at him, “and you’re kind and handsome” you smile and gaze at him. His toned body, his jet black hair with an adorable streak of white, his beautiful eyes. Everything about him is so overwhelming.
You slowly walk over to him, cup his face and give him a quick kiss. You go to release from the kiss but he grabs you pulling you back in. The kiss deepens and you both stumble over to the couch in the middle of the room. You fall back hitting the couch and he stands over you. He leans towards you for another kiss when there’s a knock on the door. You pop up now standing next to Jason.
“Relax sweetheart it’s just Alfred” he says putting a soothing hand on the dip of your back. The door opens and Alfred is standing there with a tray of cookies. Your body relaxes and you smile at the man.
“Sorry to interrupt but I’ve brought snacks” he apologizes while setting the tray down on a side table by the door. He turns back towards the door, “call me if you need me”. He leaves with a kind nod to you and Jason.
You gaze at the door and then at the table with the cookies. Jason walks over to the tray and picks it up “care for a picnic my lady” he says with a wink. You giggle and nod. he points to a tan colored blanket, “Take that blanket on the couch we can set it up outside”. You grab it and follow him out the back doors in the library that leads to the Wayne manor gardens.
You lay the blanket down in a peaceful grassy area and Jason places the tray down in the middle of the picnic blanket. He pulls you down to sit with him. “Stop being so nervous, it’s just us” he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and offers you a cookie. “Your house is just so big, it’s intimidating” you say as you take a bite of the cookie. “Oh my god these are so good” you say looking up at Jason who’s smiling down at you. “Alfred is the best baker I know” he smirks, “I asked him to bake you a special batch” he winks and lays on his back.
You finish the cookie and lay down beside him. Your head resting on his chest while y’all look at the cloudy sky. You point at a weird shaped cloud, “that one kinda looks like a flower”. Jason smiles and points at another cloud, “and that one’s shaped like a Robin”. You both laugh and continue your little game. You sit back up to grab another cookie. You turn back to look at Jason whose still laying down looking at the sky. “Wanna smoke” you ask him. “Of course I do sweet heart” he sits up and grabs his lighter. He puts a cigarette between your lips and lights it. You watch him as he does it, he’s beautiful. You breath in and inhale the smoke, then breath it out. You pass it to Jason and lay back down. Jason leans over you and kisses you, it startles you but you kiss him back. He deepens the kiss and you wrap you arms around his neck.
You two are now heavily making out. He’s completely on top of you and all your nerves have disappeared. You’re only focusing on him and how hot it is when he towers over you like this. Lost in each other you don’t realize you’ve been caught. Water sprays at you and soaks Jason. He jumps up and you sit there in shock, barely wet due to Jason being on top. You look up to and see Alfred and Tim standing there watching you two. You blush seeing a hose in Alfred hand and Tim laughing his ass off.
“What the fuck” Jason yells in anger. Alfred shakes his head
“master Todd there is no smoking and you know that”. You roll over and hide in your hands super embarrassed. Jason crouches down and puts a hand on your back.
“Come on let’s go inside sweetheart, I’m so sorry about this” he helps you up and smiles at your bright red face.
As you are walking into the manor a dark haired boy a little older than you laughs and says “quiet the show you were putting on out there”. Jason’s looks furious “shut up dick”. Jason takes you to a guest room so you can both clean up and dry off. Once your cleaned up he introduces you to his two brothers who has came back from a mission earlier then expected. You got along with him quite well and became closer to Jason.
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my-soupy-brain · 7 months
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I can already imagine myself going absolutely CRAZY for Ted’s cologne after hugging him for the first time. I just know he smells GOOD.
Oh yeah, that man smells soooo good. Guaranteed. I love this! I think about it all the time myself. Let's gooo!
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader
Warnings: Lustville + light smut?
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You'd been working at the Richmond club for about a month, and you were starting to fall into a rhythm with everyone.
Roy was gruff but loyal. Higgins was a ray of sunshine. Rebecca was admirable - tough and driven. Trent was a sweetheart, though was still trying to warm up to being part of the club while he worked on his book.
And your time as an employee meant you got invited to nights out at the pub for pints.
Music turned up, everyone laughing and having a good time. You loved hearing Coach Beard and Coach Lasso tell stories from back home. Their history is all-encompassing and they've got so much to share.
Your eyes always traveled to Ted's when he talked. Whether at work or at the pub.
He is so...handsome. Those dark hazel eyes always revealed every emotion he had. His hair perfectly styled. His sleeves always rolled up revealing muscular forearms.
You'd gotten friendly with Ted. A couple of lunches off campus and coffee in the morning -- his presence always made you smile when you got a chance to be around him.
And he made your heart pitter-patter like mad.
At the end of one night at the pub, a long weekend is approaching and you're opting to walk home. You hug Keeley and Rebecca, and even Beard pats you on the back.
"C'mon, I need one of those," Ted jokes with his arms open. You hug him tight and...
Ohhhh... that cologne.
You'd noticed it before, faintly. When he passes you in the hall. When you're standing close. But to have your nose nestled against his neck you can really take in the spicy, woodsy, masculine scent.
When you step back, your eyes are a little starry.
"Ya okay there?" Ted asks. "Looks like the cat got your tongue!"
You smile and giggle, obviously blushing. "I'm OK. I'll see y'all later. Have a great long weekend!"
You turn to walk out the door and as you do, Ted's eyes follow you. A slight smile on his lips.
He'd be lying if he wasn't sad about the long weekend. An extra two days where he won't get to see your smile, hear your laugh, watch how you lick your lips after your first sip of coffee.
When you make it home, you sit on the sofa with a big sigh. Ted's cologne is burned into your brain. How his big hands splayed on your back when he hugged you. How his eyes looked so dreamy when he said goodnight.
So you're shocked when two days into your long weekend, watching a movie on your couch with a glass of wine, that there's a knock on your door.
Living alone in a city like London makes you worry immediately. You get up and tip toe toward the door.
"Y'in there? It's Ted," you hear his familiar drawl through the door. Your heart leaps to your chest.
When you open the door, he's standing with his hands in his pockets, his hair flopped over his forehead. His eyes look...tired.
"Ted, my goodness! Are you OK?" you ask. "Come in, come in. It's cold out there."
Ted nods and steps into the entryway, his cheeks a pink hue from the temperature change.
He stands quietly for a moment, and you take the initiative to hold his hand and lead him to your couch.
"Tell me what's going on, Ted. You don't look yourself," you start, a voice gentle.
He tries to muster a smile and lets out a heavy sigh. You see his broad shoulders slump.
"Just havin' a rough time these last couple days," he admits. "I didn't know where to go. Beard's with Jane, and I just couldn't stand behin' alone with all this stuff rollin' around my brain."
You move closer, putting your arm around him and trying to bat away the smile from his cologne in your orbit again.
"I'm happy to help, Ted. Why don't you tell me what's going on? And while I do that, would you like a glass of wine? Whiskey? Water?"
He smiles. "You've got all the Ws I like."
You smile in return. "Wine sounds good, thank you."
When you get back to the couch, he takes a sip and start to unwind his brain. Henry being far away. His divorce weighing on him like a failure. The team struggling to get up in the rankings.
You nod and grab his hand.
"All of that is hard. That's a lot, Ted. And it's OK to fall apart about it. That's the human thing to do," you say quietly. His eyes kind and grateful. "But you're trying your best. Henry knows that. And your divorce isn't a failure, it's just letting go of something that didn't work. It's a closed chapter."
"And as for the team, regardless of the rankings, that group of guy sis better because you've given them a better outlook on the game and on life. That can't be denied. That's winning, to me."
He smiles at this, sitting back on the couch a little more, putting his arm around you as you snuggle into him.
"I knew there was a reason you're my favorite person there," he mumbles, his hand stroking your shoulder. "One of my favorite people in the world, really."
You look up at him and smile. "You're one of my favorite people too, Ted."
You sit in silence for a moment. "I'm going to get another little glass of wine, can I top you off?"
Ted nods, handing you his glass. But when you get to the kitchen, he's followed you.
"Ya got a lovely little place here. It's so very you," he says, his hands in his pockets as he strolls closer. Your heart flutters, his scent nearing.
"Thank you. I've tried to make it my own."
He looks around and smiles.
"Thank you for your help and your kindness. And just being you," he says quietly with a low voice. "Another hug?"
You accept happily. Any way to be in his arms again.
When you hug, his hands hold you lower on your back, his face buried in your neck. Your hand goes to his hair to caress it and comfort him. When you pull apart, his big eyes look into yours, then at your lips, then back at you.
And that's all it takes.
Your lips meet, he holds you tenderly, and your body turns into jelly right then and there.
When one of his warm, big hands cups your face to kiss you deeper you let a small moan escape against your will. Your tongue runs against his lips, and he runs his against yours.
It's the best kiss you've ever had.
When you pull apart, your eyes are dreamy and hazy. You can't help but smile, biting your bottom lip.
"Wow," he murmurs. "I've wanted to do that more times than I can count."
You giggle at this. "Me, too." Your fingers caress his cheek and he keeps holding you close. He kisses again, deeper, passionate, his own moans escaping his lips. His lips move from yours to your neck, to your collarbone.
"Oh Ted," you moan, unable to stop yourself. "Feels good..."
He keeps going, leading back up to your lips. Your fingers run through his hair, holding him close. He spins you around, walking you both to the living room.
"Bedroom," you whisper, and he keeps moving through the apartment.
When he sits on the bed and drags your hips over his, straddling him, you lean against his neck, breathing in his scent.
"Ohhhhh," you murmur, before your lips even touch his skin.
His hands travel up and down your sides, keeping you on his lap.
"What was that sound for, sugar?" he asks lowly, kissing your shoulder.
"Your cologne..."
He pulls back and looks at you. "My cologne, huh? Didn't know you had a thing for Old Spice."
You smile and nod. "Neither did I but the first time I hugged you the other night, I thought I was gonna fall apart."
He chuckles, leans his nose against your neck, and breathes in your light perfume.
"Mmmmm..." he says, his hands still keeping you close.
"I barely have anything on, what could you possibly smell?"
He smiles. "Just you. You do have a scent, and I love it. Like spring flowers...and happiness..."
Your eyes connect and you smile, leaning in to kiss him gently.
"Stay the night?" you offer. "You don't have to, but I'd love if you did."
He smiles again, looking down at his lap where his excitement is obvious in his pants.
"I don't think I can walk, so that's probably for the best."
With that he ropes his arms around you to kiss you, pulling you both down into the bed.
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That man smells so good and no one can change it. I'd be obsessed. I'd need like, a swatch of his smell all the time. Is that weird? Maybe. No regrets. Thanks for this prompt, friend!
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azulysiann · 1 year
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Doppio dropscythe boyfriend headcanons please 🙏 ♡♡
✧✧You ask and you shall receive ✧✧
Main pairing: Doppio Dropscythe x Reader/You
Au: none
Genre: fluff
Type: [HEADCANON], One shot, or Series
Characters: Doppio Dropscythe, Reader
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His a very chaotic and fun yet sweet boyfriend for sure! He would love to make you smile and laugh because he heart just flutter and it brighten ups his mood more!
He would be so sweet to you<3 and would always like to hang out and make you smile.
For nicknames: Bae, beautiful, Babe, love. Bae and beautiful are both the most used nickname he would call you for<3. He like calling you beautiful because it's one of many ways of him showing his love for you.
Cuddling!!: Cuddling with him would BE THE BEST thing. He is so fun to be around with and just imagine being soft and cuddling with him as he talks about the things that happened with his day or making some jokes to make you laugh or smile.
Moving on spending time together: that would include playing game in the arcade mostly, if not having some walk when it's night time would be also great especially if it's doppio! (Don't worry! No one would touch you since his there to uhm scare them away).
Moving to jealousy: he can get pretty jealous I'd say, especially if the person is making you EXTREMELY unforgettable. He would get mad seeing your smile drop and tried to puch them away (to no anvil), he would scare them away because of his big height (who wouldn't be terrified) as he hugs you to greet you and distract you from the said person (they ran away). I'd say 6.3/10
Now if your the one who is jealous: He wouldn't know right away but he would notice how your mood changes. He would wait till you guys are in a private area before he started questioning you on why your mood changed. If your don't like talking about your feelings then he would get the hint, he would open his arms and invitation if you want to hug when you hugged him he would rub your back and started to hum a song you like. And then if your the type to vent about it, then he would listen. He would be confused at first on why your jealous because he knows you know that he loves you. But didn't question it, he nodded before bringing you to a hug and started kissing your face while saying all the things he loves about you and why he absolutely loves and adores you.<3
Now for cooking: Chaos just chaotic Chaos(does that exists) I'd say his alright? With cooking but be warned Chaos is bound to happen.
His hair: he would love it if you play with his hair, style it, brush it, or just running your hands on it, he would die for it. He just loves the feeling your hands on his hair.
You Having a bad day: he would take notice quite quickly seeing your moon drop, he would do his absolute best to put a smile on your face and to hear you laugh. He would (try) to cook your favorite food, put on your favorite show. And if does don't work then he would move to plan b, which is to make you laugh, either making some dumb jokes or making a laugh of himself. He would just do anything to see that beautiful and precious smile on your face again.
Love language: physical touch and quality time
He would absolutely win the claw machine games just to get what you wanted there (even if it means raging) he is very smitten for you alright?
Any passions? Then you have one Of the BIGGEST SUPPORTERS. He would 1000% support you on anything your passionate about even if it's small or big he would always support and cheer you on.
If your sick: now he isn't really great with medicine but he would try his best to make you feel even just a bit better! Will try to cook some soup for you and try to get the right medicines. (in the end he called one of the Xsoleil members to help him take care of you.) But at least he tried his best for you. He did get a few laughs from you so that's a win in his book.
If you want a Chaotic and sweet boyfriend then Doppio Dropscythe would be the way to go, end of story.
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A/n: done!! It's kinda rush and short but hope y'all enjoy reading it!!!
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schrijverr · 10 months
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A Behind the Scenes of: Eddie and Steve's Wedding
Together with Eddie and Steve themselves, Jonathan takes a look at their unlawful wedding from 1992.
On AO3.
Ships: Steddie (and other background)
Warnings: homophobia mention
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“Hi, I’m Jonathan Byers, the main photographer and editor of A Collection of Queer Photography. And today Eddie and Steve are with me to look at their illegal wedding in ‘92,” Jonathan starts the video.
“Hellu everybody,” Eddie grins happily into the camera, keeping up the energy he had in the video about Corroded Coffin.
“Hi,” Steve greets a little more reserved. He has his glasses on and a soft sweater, while his hair is still perfectly styled. There are laugh lines around his eyes as well as a few wrinkles on his forehead.
Steve now has his own mic, but that doesn’t stop him and Eddie from being pressed so close together that they could have shared one.
“The wedding is from page 130 to 137,” Jonathan says. “The way we built it up when putting it in was starting with the moment before the ceremony, then the wedding itself, then the after wedding nice pictures, before ending with the after wedding party.”
“And boy did we party,” Eddie grins.
“Of course we did,” Steve comments a little bitchily. “It was our wedding. We’re not going to have a boring wedding.”
Jonathan rolls his eyes fondly at the couple as he flips open the book and says: “Page 130 has Pre-Wedding Jitters on it, taken, of course, in 1992.”
The photo is of Eddie and Wayne. They’re both in suits and Eddie is fidgeting nervously with the cuff link, while Wayne is straightening Eddie’s tie. He looks like he’s in the midst of an anxious rant to Wayne, who is attempting to soothe him. They both have a flower pinned to their lapel as well as one stuck in Eddie’s ponytail.
Almost in sync, Eddie and Steve lean over to see the photo. Eddie blushes while Steve melts and comments: “Ahw you were so cute in your little suit with Wayne.”
Eddie’s smile turns a little wistful at the mention of his uncle and he says: “He’s the reason my tie was on right. I- I still don’t know how to do it. He always used to and now Stevie here does.”
Steve hugs him tightly leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder for a second, before easing up again after he promises that he’ll always be here to do it. Eddie leans back into him and says: “You better, big boy.”
“It’s such a sweet moment,” Jonathan agrees with them. “I’m really happy I caught it. I also think it’s really funny and says a lot about the two of you that Eddie was anxiously ranting while Wayne fiddled with his outfit, while Steve was fiddling with his outfit while being ranted at in Big Day Pep-Talk on the other page here.”
Big Day Pep-Talk appears on screen. It is of Steve and Robin on it. They are also both dressed in suits with flowers pinned to them. Steve is wiping imaginary dust of his front, while Robin has both her hands on his shoulders and looks at him intently. She is talking to Steve, who is seemingly nodding along, unable to help worrying his lip between his teeth.
At that Eddie and Steve snort as Steve shrugs: “What can I say, I know what it takes to always look good.”
“I do it effortlessly, though,” Eddie teases.
“With your team of stylists, Mr. Rockstar,” Steve quips right back. Both of them are grinning happily, their snippy back and forth a big part of their relationship that neither of them takes to heart.
“You got me there,” Eddie laughs, before turning to the photo. “You and Robs make a great team, I’m glad she talked you out of getting cold feet.”
“I didn’t get cold feet,” Steve protests, before looking away. “I just maybe needed to hear it again that you would show up.”
“Of course I would show up,” Eddie says, almost affronted.
“You both showed up,” Jonathan sighs. “I don’t know why you two always need to rehash this argument. Both of you were nervous and both of you did it and you’re happy now.”
“It’s nice to repeat it sometimes,” Eddie says.
“You wouldn’t get it,” Steve immediately backs him up, dropping their argument.
Jonathan sighs, but doesn’t go into it and also doesn’t really look bothered. Instead he says: “I think these two match very well. Wayne and Robin are the most important people to you and I think it’s nice that you got to have them as back up and that the two of you mirrored each other subconsciously.”
“Hell yeah,” Eddie cheers, holding up his hand for a high five that Steve obliges happily while Jonathan flips the page.
“Okay, the concept for page 132 and 133 was to have both of you seeing each other on page 132, so walking the aisle and then page 133 had the vows and you walking back down the aisle. So the two pages are kind of the ceremony itself,” Jonathan explains. “First photo is Seeing the Groom, which is of Steve seeing Eddie.”
The photo that appears is of Steve standing in the backyard of the Hopper-Byers house. A homemade altar has been constructed behind which is Hopper, smiling proudly in his suit. On the left side is Gareth, waiting as Eddie’s best man. Robin is behind Steve on the right, squeezing his shoulder as she looks teary-eyed at whatever is happening behind the camera. The real focus of the photograph is, Steve, who is smiling so brightly it seems to split his face in two, tears sliding down his face as he cries. He seems to glow from within and breathless by what he is seeing.
“I loved seeing Steve so much,” Eddie sighs dreamily at the photo. “I mean, he’s so handsome and he cried. He told me he wouldn’t cry, but he did.”
“Of course I cried,” Steve exclaims. “I was going to marry you and you looked beautiful. Plus, you cried too.”
“Yeah, but I never denied I was going to cry like a bitch,” Eddie points out.
“No comment,” Steve says, before turning to Jonathan and asking: “So, what are your insights here?”
Jonathan shakes his head with a smile, before he starts: “I like that it seems everybody is revolving around Steve and his anticipation. Like, it is very clear that Steve is the center of the photo, but even more than that, it is who Steve is watching. There is this anticipation that underlines it all that I’m pretty proud of.”
“You were very anticipated, baby,” Steve nudges Eddie with a smile, who returns it tenfold. The two of them scoot closer, impossible as it seems.
“Beyond that, I also like the homemade element that is quite clear here,” Jonathan says. “It kind of contrasts everyone’s clothes and the traditional set up of it all, which indicated the political climate at the time. It could just be an outdoor wedding, but it was homemade because it wasn’t just outdoor, there was no other way to have it.”
“Yeah,” Eddie nods, Steve doing the same. He continues: “I thought getting illegally married was pretty metal of us, but, as much as I am anti-establishment, it would have been nice to do it at a venue and shit. To have catering or a band playing, but we couldn’t take those risks.”
“Exactly,” Steve agrees. “I mean, I always dreamed of having a wedding, settling down with someone. Part of that was my upbringing of course, since I was expected to create an heir for my father’s business and in a small town you can’t have a baby without a marriage, but I also liked the fantasy of it all. This was still one of the best days of my life, but, like Eds said, it would have been nice to have a bigger, nicer wedding. We could afford it, it just wasn’t safe.”
“That really sucked, yeah,” Jonathan says, before he grins. “But the two of you more than made up for it at your wedding in 2015.”
The two of them have matching proud grins and Eddie says: “Yeah, we did.” This time it’s Steve who holds up his hand as Eddie high fives him.
“Corroded Coffin fans probably saw some of the photos of it that were posted online,” Jonathan addresses the audience. “But those who weren’t fans back then, just know that it was as dramatic as ever. The band performed, Eddie wrote a song with extra vows, there were fireworks and Steve’s after party outfit had photos of all their time as couple together on it.”
“It was great,” Steve informs the camera happily.
“It was,” Jonathan agrees, because they know how to throw a party. “Anyway, let’s move onto Walking Down the Aisle, which is right underneath.
The photo that comes on screen is of Eddie being given away by uncle Wayne. They’re walking arm in arm down the aisle. Eddie practically clutching Wayne’s arm tight enough to bruise, though Wayne doesn’t seem to mind if you go of the way he’s smiling. Eddie is crying just as much as Steve is, though he also can’t stop the grin on his face.
“You looked so pretty,” Steve gushes. “I swear I can close my eyes and conjure you in this moment. Burned into my noggin forever.”
“Ahww, baby,” Eddie says, pulling Steve close as he makes big, touched eyes.
Jonathan lets the two of them do their thing as he talks to the camera. “This, like many photos in this book, is another example of queering scenarios that are normally heteronormative moments, which I really love doing. And it’s just a sweet memory as well.”
“We love queering everything,” Eddie cheers, freeing one arm from Steve’s clutches to throw over Jonathan’s shoulder and pull him into the hug as well. Jonathan goes quite willingly and with a smile on his face.
They move onto the next photo, which appears on screen. It is of Eddie and Steve kissing at the altar. Eddie is holding the lapels of Steve’s suit, crinkling the fabric with the force as he pulls Steve close. Steve has one hand on Eddie’s hip, the other wound in Eddie’s ponytail. He is clinging equally close.
“This one is called Declared Husband & Husband,” Jonathan states. “What I like about this is how much you’re both clinging to each other. You just look so genuinely happy to be married, despite everything that’s against to you. Sometimes joy in an image can be really powerful.”
“Ahw, you’re going to make me cry,” Eddie says. “I already cried once about being married to Steve today.”
Steve meanwhile has turned slightly away from the camera and is dabbing at his eyes with his sleeves, before turning back and choking: “I was very happy. I am very happy. I love this photo so much. We have it framed on the hearth.”
“It is a very lovely photo,” Eddie agrees, before he kisses Steve on the cheek. “And I’m happy too, sweetheart.”
Steve melts a little into Eddie’s side, the two of them practically merging into one. Jonathan smiles at them fondly, looking a little proud of himself as well.
“Okay, next photo is Back Down the Aisle,” Jonathan breaks the silence after a brief pause.
Back Down the Aisle is of Eddie shrieking as Steve sweeps him off his feet to carry him down the aisle in a bridal carry. The shriek on his face is mixed with delight as he scrambles to hold onto Steve’s shoulders. Steve is laughing widely as if he knows how much he’ll startle Eddie.
Eddie and Steve lean over to see again. When they do, Steve bursts out into laughter, while Eddie nudges him with his shoulder and exclaims: “You were such an asshole for that,” with a fond grin on his face.
“You loved it,” Steve grins back.
“Yeah, I did,” Eddie smiles dreamily as he starts to playfully squeeze Steve’s upper arm. “My husband, so strong.”
Steve rolls his eyes, before flexing and saying: “Hell yeah, I am.” Due to the sweater, you can’t really see his arms that well, but he is clearly strong, built like heavy weight champions, broad, soft, yet filled with muscle too.
“Oh my god,” Jonathan groans. “Why did I agree to this.”
“Because we’re your friends and you love us anyway?” Eddie suggests, failing to play innocent.
“And because Eds here is great publicity,” Steve adds with a shit eating smirk.
“Fair enough,” Jonathan says as he straightens up and goes back to his task in this whole ordeal, AKA actually talking about the photo. “This is another example of queering the heteronormative, which is bound to be a theme at an illegal gay wedding.”
“Hey,” Eddie interrupts with a pout. “Was it my friendship or am I just a publicity whore to you!”
“Publicity whore,” Jonathan tells him without hesitation. Despite their antics, Eddie and Steve have made him much more comfortable in front of the camera and he’s not afraid to be his own snippy self with them.
“You know what? I deserved that,” Eddie says, though he doesn’t really look hurt. Eddie will always be down to lift the projects of his friends and other people doing good things. Besides, he knows that Jonathan doesn’t really mean it and he’s having a great time.
“Thank you,” Jonathan says pointed, flipping the page.
Then he awkwardly flips it back and says: “I also wanted to add that I love the playfulness of this photo. Especially at the time, weddings were seen by broad society as this important, stiff ceremony. A lot of the time, marriages were also done out of obligation, either to hide a premarital baby, to make alliances, just for financial safety or because it was expected. These moments of joy show how much you two simply like each other and like being around each other. It makes it even more absurd that this wasn’t allowed.”
“Ahww, Jonny-boy, we should've let you do our best man speech,” Eddie jokes to hide the genuine emotion.
“Gareth and Robin would have killed me, not to mention Dustin. No, thanks,” Jonathan shudders as they all laugh.
This time it is for real when Jonathan flips the page and a new photo appears on screen. It is of Eddie and Steve, flanked by Wayne, Hopper and Joyce, remnants of tears on their faces and smiles firmly in place.
Jonathan introduces it: “This is Proud Parents. I really like playing with traditional family shoots in relation to found family and this is a great example of that.”
“These people were more parents than our actual parents anyway. It fits them better,” Eddie comments.
“Yeah, uncle Wayne took both of us in and Jim and Joyce have always been kind of there for me ever since ‘83,” Steve says. He glances at Jonathan, who nods, before he continues: “Will went missing, I also got caught up with the search. It bonds people. If Eddie and Wayne hadn’t already offered me a spot after my parents kicked me out, I would’ve been living with them. They’re the best parents ever.”
“I am very lucky,” Jonathan agrees easily.
“As am I,” Eddie says. “Sure, I got kicked out, but uncle Wayne was the very best. Without him, who knows where I would have ended up.” Eddie is quiet for a second. “I’m really glad we held this wedding, that he could be here for it, since, you know…”
Eddie trails off, but they all know what he meant to say: ‘Because he didn’t live to see our other one.’
They’re all quiet for a moment to commemorate uncle Wayne, who didn’t live to see gay marriage be legalized in the States. Steve is gently rubbing Eddie’s back, he knows it still hurts, no matter how many years have passed. Then Eddie breaks it and asks: “What’s next?”
Jonathan takes his cue to move on and reads out: “The one with Dustin. “I Knew They Would Get Along”.”
“Ah, the smug one,” Eddie and Steve say in sync, before looking at each other and bursting into laughter.
The photo is of Eddie and Steve posing with Dustin. He looks very smug as he stands with the two, while Eddie and Steve seem to be rolling their eyes.
“He was our ring bearer,” Eddie says. “He fought very hard for best man, but I had to give that to Gar and Robs wasn’t going to budge either. Though, he was my best man at our legal wedding. I think Gar is still a little salty about it.”
“Gareth just likes holding grudges over nothing,” Steve comments. “I think he’s still mad at me for that time in ‘98 when I told him I’d bring cookies when I came to watch you guys practice and I forgot. I apologized like three times too.”
“You still know the year that happened?” Eddie asks incredulously.
“I also like holding grudges,” Steve replies, looking away bitchily to which Eddie snorts.
“I have very little to add to this photo,” Jonathan states to get them moving again. “Page 134 are posed photos, so they are less snapshots. I love this one mostly because Dustin can be very smug and Eddie and Steve can be very done with his shit. Fondly, but still. This just show their relationship quite well.”
Jonathan looks back to the page and says: “Last one on page 134 is With the Kids and is just you guys posed with the younger party. Cool to skip that one?”
“Sure,” Eddie agrees easily and Steve also shrugs as he nods. He’s more than happy to let people who are used to being in these sort of settings make decisions like that.
“Okay, page 135 has two I love,” Jonathan says. “They’re more personal reactions, less posed. I got one for each of the grooms, but there are others with other people. These just say a lot. First one is the one that spawned the idea of this video; Lead Singer Gets Hitched.”
It is of Eddie being lifted onto the shoulders of the Corroded Coffin boys. They’re so proud that their emotions out themselves like they’re a bunch of jocks. Jeff and Chris are bearing most of Eddie’s weight while Gareth is just grinning widely as he tries to stabilize a manically laughing Eddie. None of their suits are done up properly and a sense of happiness and pride wafts off the image.
Eddie has a soft, fond grin on his face as he looks at the photo. He looks up after a second and says: “I just love those guys, you know. They’re the best. None of us expected to get married. Me and Gar never dared to dream, because two small gay boys in Bumfuck, Indiana and Jeff and Chris were pushed down their entire lives right besides us for being nerds, metal heads, freaks. I think none of could really believe this was happening. Any of it. It felt amazing, kind of like we made it in a different way than showbiz.”
“This photo reads as such a victory photo, a true celebration, which I think shows that,” Jonathan comments.
“It’s very jock-like,” Steve says. “And I think that’s hilarious. You just scored the winning point at the end of the match, Eds.”
“Let me have this, Stevie,” Eddie pouts with a big smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Of course, baby,” Steve agrees immediately and with ease, kissing the tip of Eddie’s nose as he does, which makes Eddie blush and look away.
Seemingly oblivious to the blushy mess he left Eddie as, Steve turns back to the photo and laughs as he says: “When I saw them do that I was so worried about them. I mean, they’ve done crazy stunts on stage now, but back then they were a little too close to what I had seen in high school PE class. I was so sure they were going to drop Eddie. Take it from someone, who has had multiple concussions, they aren’t fun.”
Eddie has shaken off the blush and teasingly pouts: “We weren’t that bad.”
“Eddie, baby, I love you, but you are almost on Robin’s level,” Steve tells him with the most empathetic voice. “You trip over air regularly and clip into things all the time. Jeff has broken his guitar writing stuff down, Gareth once fell of stage. You fell of stage. Multiple times.”
“That’s showbiz, baby,” Eddie grins, doing jazz hands.
“That’s you being an idiot,” Steve shoots right back, grinning as he shakes his head fondly.
“The next photo is The Groom and His Best Man,” Jonathan interrupts before they can tease-flirt even more.
The Groom and His Best Man is a photo of Robin and Steve. They’re is sitting on the ground, not caring that the grass will likely stain their suits. Robin is sitting on the ground next to Steve, legs thrown over his lap. Their heads are bend together as they admire the ring on Steve’s hand. Robin is smiling softly, while Steve still looks to be in awe, like he still can’t quite believe it.
“Whereas Lead Singer Gets Hitched is a loud celebration, this one is such a quiet awe-filled moment,” Jonathan says. “I really love the juxaposition between them by putting them on the same page, as well as showing how they’re different sides of the same coin. The loud celebration of something you didn’t think you could achieve versus the stunned silence of getting there.”
“You’re right, I couldn’t believe it,” Steve agrees, smiling at the photo. “When I fell in love with Eddie, I mourned a lot of stuff too. They don’t tell you that, but a part of discovering yourself is letting go of a future you’re not going to have. I shouldn’t be complaining, of course, I could still love a woman, so-”
“Hey, no bi erasure, sweetheart,” Eddie interrupts softly, but sternly.
“Ah, sorry,” Steve drops it immediately, giving the camera an apologetic look.
“It’s okay,” Eddie tells him. “What did you want to say?”
“Oh, yes,” Steve gets back on track. “When I fell in love with Eddie, I knew he was it for me and with that came a lot of happiness, but also knowing there were things I wouldn’t get to have. That was pretty rough at first. I grew up believing my future would follow all the steps of school, marriage, home, kids and then I was confronted with the fact that I wouldn't have all that. And that was hard, very hard. I always wanted to settle down, have kids and that just crumbled before my eyes.”
Steve takes a shuddering breath and Eddie pulls him close, softly asking: “You still good to share, doll? You can always back out.”
“I am,” Steve assures him with a small smile, before going on. “It felt like that was gone, but Eddie kind of gave that future back to me. We said screw it, if we want to have that future, we can, even if we have to built it ourselves. This photo is the moment that sank in for me. That I could still have all that and look at me now, I do.”
He looks up and smiles, before going on: “And I’m glad I shared it with Robs, because she was the person that has always been there for me. Who mourned that stuff with me. She knew from a young age that wasn’t in the cards for her and while she never dreamed of it, I know this also gave her a little bit of hope.”
“And she had her glorious gay wedding too,” Jonathan says.
Eddie, meanwhile, has gone teary eyed and quiet as he buries his face in Steve’s shoulder, hiding behind his hair as he wraps himself around Steve. Choked up, he whispers: “I’m glad I could do that for you, Stevie.”
Steve smiles lovingly at Eddie, scratching his scalp as he replies: “I’m glad too. Love you.”
“Love you too,” came Eddie’s muffled reply.
There is a cut, before Jonathan is introducing the next one: “Page 136 has a start of the night, end of the night comparison, while page 137 is what the actual party looked like when the part where people felt that they had to look nice for the pictures was over.”
“AKA the best part of the night,” Eddie quips with a big grin.
“Sure,” Jonathan smiles as he rolls his eyes. “First we have Eddie & Steve Munson, which is at the start of the night when both grooms were still looking handsome.”
“Especially Eddie, isn’t that right, Jonny?” Steve comments, leaning over to look at Jonathan.
“Don’t,” Jonathan says, hiding behind the book.
“What?” Steve replies, acting both innocent and oblivious, with an edge of mean girl shining through. “You had a crush on my husband, can’t I point out how good he looks? You agree, don’t you?”
“Oh my god,” Jonathan groans as he thunks the book against his head. “I should have never let Eddie tell you that. Besides, that was in like ‘89, I was already over it when I took this photo anyway.”
“So you’re saying Eddie isn’t handsome?” Steve asks, biting his lip to contain his laughter, while Eddie hides a giggle behind his hand.
“This feels like a trap,” Jonathan says, his voice sounding forced.
“It is,” Steve tells him cheerily. “So, I’ll let it go. The answer was that he looks very dashing and handsome, as well as very taken and happily married.”
“He does look very happily married,” Jonathan agrees gratefully.
Eddie & Steve Munson, which has been on screen throughout the conversation is taken right after the ceremony. Eddie and Steve are standing, foreheads resting against each other, hands clasped between them. Both of them are smiling as they gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, suits perfectly in tact. A classic wedding picture.
“If I may interject,” Eddie says, saving Jonathan further. “I’d say that Stevie also looks very handsome and happily married.”
“Probably because he is,” Steve replies as he leans in close to Eddie, both of them with love sick looks on their faces as they face one another, their noses practically touching.
Either letting them be or being oblivious to it, Jonathan says: “This is again the queering of a traditional photo and, as mentioned, we juxtaposed it with the less glamorous and socially acceptable end of the night. So, right next to it is Grooms at the End of the Wedding.”
The photo is of the pair. Both of them have lost their suit jacket and tie, Steve has a few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up, while Eddie’s dress shirt is unbuttoned all the way down, though still tucked into his pants. They both have a beer in their hand and are shitfaced. Eddie’s arm is wrapped around Steve’s waist, Steve’s around Eddie’s shoulder as they grin into the camera.
“As you can see, they’re a lot more disheveled, but what I love is the satisfied looks on their faces, you know,” Jonathan says. “They had a great night and that shines through them.”
Next to him, Steve has put his head on Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie has him pulled tightly to his side, though they’re listening to Jonathan. Steve agrees: “We did have an amazing night.”
“God, it was great,” Eddie reminisces with a big grin on his face. “I was only invited on ragers when I was there to deal – yes, I was a drugs dealer in high school, big wow – so to be at one with people I actually liked and go nuts was amazing and definitely an experience. Not at all comparable to famous people parties.”
“Can you say that?” Steve asks concerned.
“What?” Eddie asks.
“About the drugs?”
“Pretty common knowledge by now, plus statute of limitations has run out anyway,” Eddie shrugs.
“I know that, but is it smart?” Steve asks.
“Don’t see why not,” Eddie grins.
“Alright,” Steve gives in, trusting Eddie to know what’s best for him. He moves back onto the topic and says: “It was pretty close to high school ragers, but also not even close. Those parties are all people drinking and throwing up, there is arguing and people trying to be cool. This was actually fun. The only comparison is the drinking.”
“God, we were so drunk,” Eddie laughs.
“Yeah, you two fell like three seconds after I took this one,” Jonathan says.
“Really?” Steve frowns as Eddie comments: “I do not remember that at all, but that does explain why I had this big bruise on my thigh the next morning.”
“I told you it wasn’t me,” Steve crows with delight. “It was way too big to be a hickey and a weird place too, like why would I create a huge hickey on the outside of your thigh. I don’t know why you thought that.”
“It could have been,” Eddie defends himself. “We have done-”
“Let’s not get into you guys’ sex life,” Jonathan cuts them off, before the argument can get too revealing. At the interjection Steve blushes deeply while Eddie cackles loudly. “Moving on,” Jonathan says. “First one on page 137 is Keg Stand King Steve.”
The photo is of Steve doing a keg stand, held up by Eddie and Jeff, as around him Argyle, Dustin, Erica, Gareth, Lucas, Max and Robin chant. It looks more like a frat party than a wedding.
“This photo isn’t beating the high school rager allegations,” Jonathan snorts.
“Excuse you, this was a special request by my husband,” Steve says snootily. “I wasn’t going to deny him this on our wedding day.”
“Hell yeah it was,” Eddie grins happily. “Stevie here was keg stand grand master of our high school until senior year. I never got to see it myself, but I always thought it would be hot. My baby here kindly indulged me.”
Steve puffs up with pride at the words.
“God, you two are so weird,” Jonathan informs them, though it’s more a comment to himself. “But it does reflect the vibes of later in the night very well. And it looks funny next to the more respectable photo of a group next to it, which is Dancing Couples.”
Dancing Couples is of the dance floor, taken a bit earlier into the night when suits were on semi-properly at least. Front and center are Eddie and Steve dancing together. In the background you can see Mike and Will dancing, as well as El and Max, Max is leaning on her crutches with El’s arms wrapped around her neck, as well as Argyle and Nancy.
“I am going to be honest here and say that Dancing Couples was supposed to be on the left of the page and Keg Stand King Steve on the right, but we only noticed they were switched when it was too late, so this is how they are now,” Jonathan says. “We wanted a progression of the night, but that is kind of ruined. It is what it is. If we have put out a new edition, that will be fixed.”
“Huh, I didn’t notice,” Steve says, as Eddie nods: “Me neither.”
“That’s good,” Jonathan smiles. “In this photo Eddie and Steve are of course the focus as the grooms, but I tried to get as many couples in the background as I could. I really wanted to show that this was a queer wedding to its core and that we’re not alone. There are enough of us to fill a dance floor. We can have our own celebrations, do softer things like this, even if the media was calling us sexual degenerates.”
“It’s a cute photo,” Steve tells him. “I love that some of the kids are in here with us. Having them there was so important to me. I’m glad they had fun too.”
“You’re so cute, I love you,” Eddie squeals, grabbing Steve’s face to leave kisses all over it while Steve giggles under the attention.
There’s a cut to when Eddie and Steve are acting normal again as Jonathan moves on. “Then on the lower left there is Making Out Without a Care.”
The photo that appears is of Robin and Rose fully making out. Rose is in a lovely dress that shows off her soft belly and ass, with a neckline that goes down south. In the background you can see Eddie and Steve hollering at the two.
“Ahww, Robbie and Rose both looked beautiful,” Steve gushes. “Robin almost didn’t invite Rose, because she didn’t want to risk it ending bad and then always having her in my wedding photos, but I told her to do it if she felt right about it. Clearly, she felt right about it and that was a correct thing to feel.”
“Robin can be such a little worrier,” Eddie comments fondly.
“Yeah, she can,” Steve agrees with a fond grin. “But Rose and I keep her down to earth.”
“They fit really well together,” Jonathan says. “I really like the story this photo tells of them being together and you two in the background giving support. It’s such a drunken club photo and I really love it.”
“We are each other’s hype man,” Steve says. “Of course I was going to be hyping her up.”
“I just support debauchery in general, but especially when my friends do it,” Eddie shrugs with a big grin on his face.
Jonathan rolls his eyes, before he addresses the camera: “As I said before, we wanted this page to be a slow descend into intoxication. First, respectful dancing, then the drinking, then the making out and then the winding down. We got most of that at least. So, the last photo is He Is Saying My Husband on Repeat.”
It is of Steve sitting on a chair, Eddie in his lap, facing him as he steadies Eddie with two hands on his hips, while Eddie loops his around Steve’s neck. Eddie’s face is mostly obscured, because he is whispering something in Steve’s ear. Steve’s face is flushed as he giggles at what is being said.
“As the title says, Eddie was just saying that over and over again,” Jonathan tells the camera. “I love this photo, because it’s such an intimate and joyous moment and I really love capturing those.”
“God, Steve truly is the most handsome and pretty boy out there, isn’t he,” Eddie sighs dreamily, as he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder, who is flushing.
“I don’t know Eds, my husband is kind of better,” he teases to get away from the embarrassment.
Eddie cackles loudly, before he replies: “I’m going to have to fight you over that, sweetheart. Since my husband is the best.”
“Square up, babe,” Steve says, jokingly nudging Eddie with his shoulder.
“As much as I love your flirting,” Jonathan interjects before it can get out of hand. “Any comments, memories other tidbits?”
“I just remember being unable to believe it,” Eddie says. “I mean, it wasn’t true legally, but it was in our hearts and I just had to keep reminding myself that I was actually married. That I had a husband. I was gay trailer trash and I suddenly had a career and a loving relationship, that was already wild to me. In that moment, I just knew I was the luckiest man on the planet. So, that was mostly for my own benefit to just keep saying that.”
“It was adorable,” Steve smiles mushily. “You’re always so cool and tough, but you’re such a softie as well and I just want to swaddle you in a blanket and keep you all to myself.”
“I totally support that,” Eddie grins, through his cheeks are obviously burning, going all the way up to his ears.
“Good,” Steve replies, sounding very satisfied with himself as he loops his arms around Eddie and pulls him close.
“You guys had a great wedding,” Jonathan says. “And you two are an amazing couple. Truly, you complete each other. As much as I complain about your flirting and dramatics, it’s been great that you’re willing to talk about it all on here with me and that I was allowed to share your story.”
“Of course, man,” Steve says, pulling Jonathan into the hug as well. “You’re our friend and I couldn’t think of a better person to have photograph our wedding and tell our story with photos. You are a master.”
“Thank you,” Jonathan says, blushing.
“Even if you have a crush on my husband,” Steve adds, ruining the moment immediately.
“Oh my god, let that go,” Jonathan whines.
“Never,” Steve grins.
Jonathan buries himself in Eddie’s shoulder, so he doesn’t have to look at anyone. Eddie, meanwhile, lets the chaos unfold around him, waving at the camera as he says: “Thank everyone for watching, I’m sure Jonny-boy here will be back. Bye.”
“Bye,” Steve waves, before going back to prodding at Jonathan, who also squeaks a goodbye before the video ends.
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A/N:
Shout out to Jonathan for putting up with their bullshit throughout this whole thing honestly, he’s the real MVP
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ghost-kitty-cat · 5 months
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Cyril Headcanons (finally time to ramble about one of the actual characters and not a listener or side characters..)
First Headcanon, Cyril totally gives me the vibes of someone who clicks their pen while thinking or to keep themselves focus (though I imagine he wouldn't do that with the pen that he got from Rival/Dove because thats a special pen... speaking of which..)
Second Headcanon, After Rival/Dove gave Cyril the fountain pen (I think that's the correct name..) I imagine Cyril clipped the pen onto the small front pocket of his work shirt and he just takes it everywhere with him (and he only uses it on special occasions...)
Third Headcanon, I don't know if because of the stereotypes for "nerdy" characters (or it could be because I myself wear glasses but) I imagine Cyril (and possibly Rival/Dove) wears glasses, I don't know if they're reading glasses or not, I just always imagined him with glasses...
Fourth Headcanon, (technically this is also a Rival/Dove headcanon but) I imagine Cyril will occasionally let Rival/Dove either style his hair or play with it (again this could be because I myself stim and fidget a lot but I imagine Rival/Dove will typically fidget with something while trying to focus like how I imagine Cyril fidgets with a pen.... and occasionally Cyril will let them play with his hair since at certain times it doesn't really bug him... speaking of which...)
Fifth Headcanon, I don't know why.. this is just how I picture him but my mind always imagines Cyril with slightly long hair like not too long but it's long enough that he can put it in a small ponytail..
Sixth Headcanon, (This is slightly a Roman Headcanon as well but) I've always imagined Cyril and Roman having the sort of friendship that likes siblings but not actually siblings, just the way they act around each other gives sibling vibes I don't know why it just does... (I imagine Cyril might think that but I doubt he would *ever* say that to Roman's face, that's something he would take to his grave...)
Seventh Headcanon, (this is slightly based off how he was when he first explained to Pip when they first arrived at the institute (I think that's the right word)) but Cyril definitely gives off the vibes of someone who doesn't know anything about comfort even if it hit him in the face, that's definitely something I imagine Rival/Dove (and possibly Ellis) taught him about..
Eighth Headcanon, (this is slightly based off how he reacted to hugs but) I imagine Cyril has like this imaginary bubble/shield around him, keeping people at a certain distance so they can't touch him, so far only Ellis and Rival/Dove (and possibly Cyril's dads) have broken through the bubble/shield while people like Roman still haven't... and Cyril would rather it stayed like that... (I imagine Cyril strongly dislikes physical touch... do we know why? Nope... he just dislikes it, he's still getting used to Ellis and Rival/Dove hugging him.. it probably be quite a bit before the bubble/shield is completely gone... geez this got slightly depressing... let's move on! Quick before i cry my eyes out!)
Ninth Headcanon, Cyril is totally the type of person where if you annoy him too much, he just randomly start saying stuff in a different language while having this cold sorta death stare (it definitely scared Rival/Dove in the beginning but now they're used to it...somewhat...)
Tenth Headcanon, (this is sorta a Rival/Dove headcanon as well but..) I like to imagine there was a time where Cyril went over to Rival/Dove's place and hung out (possibly watched a movie or read some new books) and Rival/Dove ended up falling asleep while like leaning on him and he decided not to move them... (I imagine it was one of the first times he let someone (besides Ellis and possibly Cyril's dads) through his little imaginary bubble/shield.... (oh just great, good going me! Now I wanna go cry my eyes out ;-;)
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midnightsun-if · 5 months
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Hi! Can you please tell us more about Scarlett’s siblings, and maybe Lexa and Zephyr too? What are their relationships with Scarlett like?
Hello ❤️, I’d be more than happy to talk about them!
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Anastasia Voltaire: The eldest among the Voltaire Children, the next in line to be the High Queen of the Vampiric Race. Where Scarlett is winter encapsulated, Anastasia is spring. A gentle warmth, a soft presence, that can quickly shift to a raging storm if prompted. She cares a great deal for a younger sister, even if she isn’t fully aware of what happened with her, few actually do, but she’s stayed resolutely by her side when she’s able to do so.
Caspian Voltaire: The youngest among the Voltaire Children, someone that feels distant from his half-siblings. Being the only child from the current queen, it leaves him feeling bereft of the connection that Scarlett and Anastasia seem to share— even though he doesn’t make any form of effort to fix that (after they already stopped trying decades before do to his attitude). Caspian is an asshole the majority of the time, haughty in a sense, probably suffering from an inferiority complex, but both Scarlett and Anastasia remember when he was just a sweet boy that wanted nothing more than a hug. He’s not that close with Scarlett at all.
Lexa Prince: She’s the younger one of the two twins by a minute. Her and her brother were the only two eggs that survived the hatching— an old practice that some Dragon Shifters have; the belief that stronger shifters are actually derived from hatching out of an egg, in dragon form, rather than through the human one— but you wouldn’t be able to tell. She’s a bit more of a closed book than her brother, keeping her cards close to her chest, but she cares a great deal for Scarlett.
Zephyr Prince: The more flamboyant one between the two. Much more laidback than his sister, slightly reminiscent of Blake in a sense, but the moment you threaten either Lexa or Scarlett he’ll beat the shit out of you. While he may not take his duty all that seriously, Zephyr would never let Lexa carry it alone— he may be a jackass at times, but he’d never be a burden to his sister. Not after all the shit she’s pulled him out of and helped him through.
Both Lexa and Zephyr met Scarlett over a century ago. Zephyr meeting her first and almost getting eaten by Balerion because of it— he thought it’d be a smart idea to just walk up to them without any sort of preamble. Fortunately, Scarlett stopped Balerion from making Zephyr a snack, which somehow endeared the shifter to her even more. He sort of became a leech in the way that’d he stick by her side and protect her when the time came for it. When Lexa came into the mix? It just made Scarlett not want to bash Zephyr over the head as much, due to the fact that Lexa took over most of that for her. Despite that, they’ve been close ever since. Wherever Scarlett goes, you’d be remiss to think the twins don’t follow.
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I don’t have set appearances for them yet, still working on them, but I do have a few things! I’ll make more detailed descriptions at a later date, promise.
Anastasia: Sea green eyes, raven black hair that falls to the middle of her back, fair skin, with a lean body type.
Caspian: Platinum blonde hair styled neatly, ice blue eyes, and fair skin, with a lithe physique.
Lexa: Gold eyes, silvery-gold hair, lightly tanned skin, with a chiseled physique.
Zephyr: Crimson eyes, slightly curly black hair, lightly tanned skin, with a athletic physique.
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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months
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relationship hcs ; poppy
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requested by ; anonymous (15/05/23)
fandom(s) ; welcome home
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; poppy partridge
outline ; “Hope you’re having a great day :D
can i request poppy or barnaby romantic hcs?
feel free to decline! take care <3”
warning(s) ; none, just fluff!
memorises the recipes to all of your favourite meals and desserts until she can make them entirely independently — but she also made a personalised recipe book for you if you ever wanted to try
gives the most wonderful hugs and is always happy to sit down and cuddle with you after a long day
calls you ‘honey’ or ‘sweetheart’ mostly
doesn’t really kiss you so much as she bonks her forehead against yours lovingly (she doesn’t want to risk hurting you… having a beak and all)
you have matching aprons and oven mitts — she even designated you as her assistant chef, even if your assisting is limited to things like fetching pots and cleaning up (depending on your skill in the kitchen)
date nights usually consist of making good food and then eating it until you’re ready to pop — but the occasional stroll about the neighbourhood or co-reading session also makes an appearance
she even asks howdy to order cookbooks and recipe collections from abroad so the two of you can ‘taste the world’ on date nights
she also keeps note of any spices or other ingredients she’ll need imported so she can pass them on to howdy
the two of you are basically the neighbourhood’s bonus parents and the others tend to come to you looking for advice from their extra-mum and extra-(preferred title)
this running joke has resulted in the two of you getting matching mugs — hand painted by your neighbours (all of them, based on how eclectic their decorations are) — with ‘#1 bonus mum/dad/parent’ written on them
poppy’s quite substantial in size so your sleep arrangement usually consists of her curling up comfortably on the bed and you sleeping on her body (she’s very soft!)
she also knits you things like scarves and hats and mittens because she worries about your featherless body getting too cold
she has the flowers you have her on your first date pressed and preserved in a picture frame in the living room
she’s very sentimental (see above) and also keeps every single photo you take and letter you write
she has impeccable handwriting and usually writes any joint-cards for your neighbours (it didn’t start out that way, but you both liked the aesthetic of her writing so it just kinda… happened!)
she has a habit of saying things remind her of you rather than saying that she loves them
like if she samples a dish and it’s the most hearty, delicious thing she’s tasted — you come to mind and she’ll save you a serving or two
flowers in bloom and sunrises/sunsets are also perfect candidates for this comparison
so are sugary/sweet desserts and perfectly painted pictures
e.g. she’ll say to wally that his latest painting is ‘very (name)!’ and he knows that she loves how it looks
very unintentionally romantic — but you and the neighbours find it adorable
if you wear your hair in a specific style (be it protective, like braids, or aesthetic like a beehive), she’ll learn how to do it so she can help you out — she’s more dextrous with her wings than many people would assume
she loves scented candles — specifically ones that smell like food items like vanilla or gingerbread — and she has like so many
she doesn’t even light them she just keeps them around to open and smell — and if you add to her collection on anniversaries or birthdays then she’ll be so very thrilled
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zahri-melitor · 5 months
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Anyway my current top 10 book suggestions for early book presents to the parents of under 2s, particularly if most of the gifts will be coming from people unfamiliar with babies or people over 50:
 (I have suffered through so many baby showers with ‘buy us a library’ gift requests with terrible terrible picturebooks chosen by well meaning older relatives who chose something randomly from Kmart or something they loved from 1980, or from people who have not interacted with a child under 5 in the last 30 years. Save your friends. Buy books they can stand to read more than twice) 
All of these suggestions are board books, just buy board books for this demographic, they want to help turn pages.
A Black & White book in your newborn gift. There’s a whole bunch of these, just pick something with illustrations you like. Early focus books for tiny babies, they are obsessed with this stuff for the first few months.
A Mem Fox (hi yes I’m Australian did you know). My personal picks of the bunch for tinies are Where is the Green Sheep or Ten Little Fingers and Ten Little Toes, but honestly any of them, Mem Fox understands exactly how to write the sort of repeatable poetry that turns storytime into a song and doesn’t make you want to tear your hair out. Grandparents will remember so often aim for more recent books.
A Sandra Boynton. Again, a master of repeatable poetry. I love But Not the Armadillo best, but you’re often better going with a newer title just because the grandparents and great aunts of this baby will remember Boynton and pick out something. If the new parent is your sibling, something like Doggies is a masterstroke of a gift as it will intensely irritate the parent who reads it while the kid is enraptured.
I Need a Hug by Aaron Blabey. Yes, the Pig the Pug guy but honestly this story is better. Blabey isn’t quite the poet of the two above but he writes good content you’ll enjoy rereading.
I Want My Hat Back, by Jon Klassen. There’s a couple more in this series too. The art is dreamy and it has good “spot the thing” storytelling possibilities.
A Hervé Tullet activity book. Mix it Up, Press Here, Tap! Tap! Tap!, there’s more of them. Great for the 18+ month crowd as the child gets to interact with the book and learn about movement and art techniques.
A local A-Z book. There are 50 million of these, go choose something with pictures you like. I strongly recommend getting something focused on local native animals or local places to the parent, if you can, especially if you’re not American-based. (If you are American-based, I suggest searching out something from a specific international location or something tied to a local region just for some VARIETY in the art style or animals you are looking at. I promise you, it’s possible to find stuff that doesn’t just use the canonical “W for Whale, X for X-ray Fish, Y for Yak” sort of international approach to the end of the alphabet). I’ve seen lots done in native art styles too which is always a worthwhile pick.
Some sort of flap book. Small children love themselves a flap book. Spot books are classic, but there’s millions of the things, flip through a few until you find one with illustrations that you like and where the story doesn’t seem infuriating (the last one I gave someone was There’s an Owl in my Towel which had cute rhymes)
A Wombat book (Australian! Did I mention!) This is just me mashing two authors together but Susannah Chambers has two charming books about wombats (Snow Wombat and Beach Wombat) and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Jackie French’s Diary of a Wombat series. Both authors can write, they’re scenic stories, as an adult reading them you’ll be entertained.
A bath book. Go find something waterproof for bathtimes that has nice illustrations. Some of them change colour when you dip them in the water. Extremely useful for entertaining small humans in the bath.
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