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hiruzensux · 1 year
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i've recently been revisited by a scenario from a conversation my partner and i had re: Kagami and Hiruzen giving Tobirama inappropriate gifts (like i'm sure he'd be suspicious of any random gifts, but if, say, it's an occasion where one might typically be giving gifts to their teacher... (idk what holidays exist in the Narutoverse)), SO i'm going to post it here whilst it's still bouncing around inside my skull:
(Tobirama opens Kagami's gift — it's some very tiny, very lacy, very slutty underwear.)
Tobirama: "These are ridiculous."
Kagami: "Come on, Sensei, they're your color!"
(Tobirama opens Hiruzen's gift — also underwear, but just regular ones this time.)
Tobirama: *exasperated* "Well, at least these are more sensible."
Hiruzen: *breathlessly* "Thanks."
Hiruzen: "They're mine."
(Tobirama drops them and leaves, with neither a word nor a facial expression.)
In the future, any gifts he DOES accept are not opened publicly.
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moriparty413 · 3 months
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fuuuuuuuuck
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unnaturaleye · 11 days
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love chung ha and eenie meenie... but i can't enjoy it properly, because it's so annoying to see all the comments being about that dude she featured... like you really gonna talk about the small rap part and not the queen serving the entire song?
also peace and love idk that dude at all and cannot care less about him, but his part isn't even good? like... perhaps it's just a preference but it doesn't sound fun or particularly fitting, i clearly personally don't enjoy his style and on top of that i feel like if he wasn't there the song would be better lmao......
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bigfatbimbo · 2 months
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Velvette lover anon again!! Thank you for enjoying my rambles lol, I have a lot of Thoughts about Velvette (if that wasn't obvious lol).
I would absolutely love some dating headcanons about Velvette!!! I actually have a few of my own headcanons about her!!
- When you two first start going out, she views it as a casual thing. You're just a little side project in her mind, something to entertain herself with on her off hours.
- She's not one of those obsessive losers (like Valentino) who feels the need to always be in control of the one they desire.
- But that's not quite the case, as you slowly take over her insta page, as she starts making more and more time for the two of you to go on dates, when thoughts of you start slipping into her work day.
- She probably doesn't even notice how obsessive she belongs until someone like Vox points it out to her. She's quick to deny this fact, but she's never been one for ignoring reality and clinging to an idea just because it's "safer", so it doesn't take long for her to realize that she actually cares about you.
- like a lot. Like a LOT lot.
- though I don't think she shies away from this fact. She's adaptable! You don't rule the fashion business in the media age without being able to roll with the punches.
- She takes her newly realized feelings in stride, and actually makes more of an effort to spend time with you and romance you. Before she was fine if you got enough of her and called it quits, in her mind that just meant you were too weak to handle her. Now the idea of you leaving her fills up with a sickly devastation she hasn't felt before.
- Honestly at times it can across as a bit much (Velvette is nothing if but persistent) and at one point you will have to sit down and have a talk with her that amounts to basically "I'm not going to ditch ya! I really, really like you too."
- Now getting into more of the fluffy headcanons, I imagine that Velvette really likes dressing you up. She could spend hours putting you in different outfits and having you model for her.
- You hopefully have a walk in closet because she is gifting you a LOT of different clothing.
- Somehow Velvette finds that you make even the ugliest clothing look good, though she rarely ever lets you out into public without the "best of the best".
- Velvette will try to make you an actual model. It doesn't matter if you don't fit the "criteria" at all, to her you are perfect.
- It takes a lot of convincing that you're not ready to be a model. Your objections about "stage fright" being over ruled by "it's all online, babe! No one has to be in the room besides me!"
- Eventually you are able to convince her that modeling isn't for you, but she still keeps the photos on her phone for her to look at.
- Velvette LOVES matching couple outfits. Though she's a lot less obvious about it then other couples. The outfit doesn't actually have to match, maybe the bracelets compliment each other, or the couple scheme goes together.
- I feel like Velvette would really like showing you off. She knows that she got the best babe in hell and wants to rub it in everyone's faces. So expect a lot of public dates to fashion shows and fancy restaurants.
- Though, funnily enough, she finds that the dates she enjoys the most are ones in private. Where the two of you are cuddling on the couch watching shitty reality TV in un-fashionable tee shirts and eating a tub of ice cream.
- There's an intimacy there she isn't used to, one where she feels like she can let go of all her walls. Where she can be gentle.
I don't have any smut headcanons for her (I'm not the best at writing smut). So I'll leave that to you if you feel like it! Anyway I hope you like my headcanons!!!
UM GASP!?? these headcanons are the cutest thing i’ve ever read oh my gosh! i love your take on velvette it’s honestly so nice to read.
Infact, i’m going to save my personally headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for later because this has totally convinced me to write for velvette more.
Seriously like expect headcanons soon because she is taking over my brain
She’s my baby and i LOVE HER <333
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 3 months
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Are we marrying Jason fr? 🥺
"Barbra," Dick said soothingly, crossing the floor to sit next to her on the sofa, "stop fretting."
"She's just so convinced she's not worth the trouble, Dick," she said. "She's just-"
"She's young," he reminded, wrapping his arms around her. "And Jason isn't likely to just walk away."
"Even if she turns him down?"
"Would she?" Dick countered.
"Jokingly, she asked him once if he'd be giving ladies a literature test before he'd consider proposing... He told her he didn't think he was the kind to get married."
"Of course he did," Dick sighed.
"Does he even have a ring?" Barbara asked.
"Not yet," Dick admitted. "Tim and Stephanie are going to stage a public proposal... Jason just wanted to talk to her privately first."
"Good man," Barbara said approvingly.
Dick nodded, "Public proposal, whirlwind elopement.... and hopefully a decent enough amount of time before they start hiring a nanny."
"They won't make it to the wedding," Barbara snorted.
"Absolutely not. But- hopefully no one's too good at math." Dick kissed the side of her head and pulled her closer. "What do you think, Red?"
"I think Stephanie is annoyed that she didn't get to stage her original plan-"
"Which was?" Dick asked, chuckling.
"Putting them on the same team for the Scavenger hunt for the children's hospital... then trapping them in the hunting lodge and having them discovered."
"DIabolical," Dick tutted. "Controlled chaos at it's finest. All of society. The speculation. No one can PROVE IT. But then... They were alone for hours... and in those hours Jason would have had ample time to become thoroughly enchanted with Y/N. Jesus."
"And instead, she got a first kiss and got ruined for her trouble," Barbara huffed. "Ridiculous."
"Utterly," Dick agreed. "No one was even exposed. As far as scandals go- this shoudn't even rank. The only reason anyone cares is that she's poor, comparatively."
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itsscromp · 5 months
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Foxy the pirate x reader
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For one reason or another, since watching the fnaf movie, Foxy has slowly become my favourite animatronic, So here I have the most wholesome story possible. Word count:1.3K
1981: You celebrated your mom's friend's daughter's birthday at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. As much as you tried to have fun, being the toddler you were, you got bored quickly, so your mom decided to help keep you entertained by bringing you to the stage where the animatronics were. Seeing Freddy, Bonnie and Chica sing and dance as your mom gently bounced you. It was pretty fun, But you noticed another stage that had its curtains closed. The stage person then got on and spoke into the micrphone.
"Hey everyone !!! Freddy and the gang have a new friend, Please give a warm pirate welcome to Foxy !!!!!" They pressed a button and out came a pirate fox animatronic.
"Momma !!! Fox, Fox !!!!" You shrieked happily, Pointing to him.
"I know y/n, Isn't it exciting." She smiled.
"Yarr ahoy they me matey's, you be ready to dance the dead man's jig ??" Foxy said to the children, Responding with loud cheers as Foxy began to move and sing his shanty. "You can be a pirate but first you must lose an arm and leg" The children joining in soon after.
You even joined into the shanty, You loved Foxy and you only met him for 5 minutes, like if someone was to meet their best friend for the first time. This was you and Foxy. Once the shanty was over, he unfortunately had to say goodbye for now. But you were all allowed to give Foxy a hug and a picture with him, You begged your mom to go which she obliged. Bringing you over to Foxy which she then first took the picture and you turned to foxy.
"I liked... your... singing" You smiled at him, Looking up at the tall animatronic. To which he moved his ears and closed his eye, smiling at you. Leaning down and hugging you. You hugged Foxy back, He was so fluffy too.
Ever since then, you begged your mom to go see Foxy again. It was almost like you two would be inseparable. She did bring you again a year later after much begging. You immediately rushed over to Pirates Cove and waited for Foxy to come out. Excited to see him once again. Once Foxy emerged from the stage, he looked down and waved at you, immediately recognizing you as he began to sing his shanty. You were easily the loudest of the bunch singing his shanty. Oh, how you were loving every moment. Once it was over, he turned to you and invited you on the stage. Without hesitation, you climbed up as he gently placed his paw on you. "You be a fine member of me crew, We now be partners in crime" He said as he handed you a pirate hat.
"Thank you" You smiled and placed it on your head, giggling.
"Now give me yer best ARRRRR"
"Arrrrr" You giggled at him.
You hugged Foxy tightly as he leant down and hugged you as well.
"We be the best of mates to the very end of the sands of time."
2000: you were now 21 years old, The moments with Foxy was one you would always treasure. Freddy Fazbear's closed down in 1983 after a tragic accident involving a child being hurt by an animatronic. You missed the place, wishing to see Foxy again. Would he even recognise you as well ??
You still even had the old photo from your mom, you would look at it whenever you felt down and would smile every damn time. You decided to one day look around to see if the pizzeria was still their.
High and low you looked around town and you were beginning to lose hope, Maybe they must've demolished it after the incident. You started to grow sad.
"I'm sorry foxy..." You said to yourself. All you wanted was to see your friend again, Hopefully he is in a better new place, entertaining many more children somewhere in the country.
But as you were driving, you saw a familiar place, the familiar colours and then... the sign, Seeing the Freddy Fazbear logo. It was still here !! After all this time, It was still here. But it lost the TLC it was known for, The paint and signs were grotty and gross. But still standing.
You parked your car at the front, and seeing the place again after all this time, was just nothing but amazing. your childhood was back. But you knew you couldn't get in, *sigh* Ah the hell with it you only live once.
So you went around the place and found a wooden panel. Seemingly open to reveal an open vent. Beginning to crawl in to reveal the vent lid inside. As hard as possible you pushed as hard as possible until it then fell to the ground.
Crawling inside, you got up, dusted yourself off and looked around waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Seeing all the familiar sights. It was a trip down memory lane. You then looked around and then found the power box. The place springing to life once again.
Walking back to the main area, seeing everything again. Your smile widened even bigger. Everything was still here, The games, the decorations. Hell, even the ball pit was still there, you turned around and then saw the stage. The curtain's closed. So now your mission was to get them open., You then found the showtime button and then pressed it.
"Please work please work."
The curtains were pulled and the music started to play, and there they were. The animatronics, Singing and dancing again. They looked a little dirty and dusty from being stuck there for a long time. You then looked over at the stage next to it, the curtains opened up revealing him... Foxy... You were so overwhelmed with emotions seeing him again.
Although he looked a little more damaged, his body had holes in it and his legs were now fully metal. But you didn't care, he was there !!!.
"Hello again old friend" You said quietly as you walked up to the stage.
But one thing that you noticed once the song was finished, Foxy was still moving around, and then... he started to move, looking over at you... his eye glowed red. Like if he was ready to defend himself. You were growing scared, wondering what to do.
"Fo... Foxy It's me..." You said to him.
But it wasn't working he raised his hook at you, and it looked sharp as all. You needed to do something as quick as possible. Think y/n, think. And then you remembered, his shanty.
"You... You... You can be a pirate... but first you have to lose an arm and leg..." You sang to him, looking at his face... it was as if he was recognizing it. You sang it again, but in it's more familiar tone. "You can be a pirate. but first you have to lose an arm and leg" You sang to him.
Foxy's eye stopped glowing red as he looked at you, his ears moving around a bit as he looked at you. You then took out the photo from your pocket and showed him it. "This is us... You gave me a hat... Made me apart of your crew" You pointed to your baby you.
Foxy looked at the photo and then at you again, his ears moving around and his mouth moving too excitedly, his voice box was unfortunately broken from the many years of neglect. But he recognized you, His loyal matey.
You smiled so wide and gently hugged him. Being mindful of the damage, He gently wrapped his arms around you too. His voice box sounded a bit glitchy but you could make out what he was trying to say. "My...M...y...My...Ma...Matey" He said.
"I'll fix you up pal... don't worry" You smiled at him.
You would be determined to help bring Foxy to what he was back in 1981. You were partners in crime through and through no matter what.
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Imagine an enemies to lovers with tom
Where the oc is the lead singer of a another band.
Bill and the oc are really good friends because theyre both the singers and they compose songs together, and tom doesnt understand how he can be friends with theyre rivals.
(yo! This isn't really enemies to lovers but this is short and it sucks but I'm tryna write before every single bit of motivation leaves me! Hopefully these get better but enjoy!)
Not That Bad
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Tom didn't get it.
Tom didn't get how Bill, his twin brother, could be friends with someone who rivaled their own band.
Weren't they supposed to be competing?
So why was Bill always speaking of (Name), the lead singer to the band, so highly?
Bill would spend time with them for hours on hours, coming back to Tom, Gustav and Georg with songs they had composed together.
Sure, they're both singers and write songs, but they were competing against one another. How do you find time to be friends during that?
"They're not that bad, Tom." Bill laughed at his brother's eye roll when he mentioned a song he and (Name) had come up with.
"Why do you hang out with them so much? You act like you're in their band." Tom asked, confused as his brother shrugged him off.
Tom had seen you perform before, sometimes he even enjoyed a song or two, not that he would admit.
But you didn't have the same music taste, your style was different, your bands were polar opposites.
And from what he had seen from tabloids and interviews, he and you would not be friends anytime soon.
You were portrayed as an arrogant and rude teen on TV, but Bill tried to debunk that from the time he spent with you.
So how could Bill be so happy spending time with someone like you?
He didn't get it, but Bill was adamant that he was wrong.
"(Name)!" Bill called out over the crowd of people, catching your attention along with your band.
"Bill, hey!" You laughed, jogging over and hugging Bill as he hugged you back. "I didn't know you guys would be here." You smiled, pulling away to examine Bill and his band.
"We weren't supposed to be, we slipped away." Bill explained before turning back to his friends.
"This is Gustav, Georg and Tom." Bill introduced his band mates before your friends occupied his attention, having not seen him themselves a bit.
"Hi, I'm (Name)." You introduced yourself, smiling to Gustav and Georg as they returned it.
"You guys did a good set. Did Bill and you work on some of those songs together? They sound familiar." Gustav asked, being polite as he first met you.
"Yeah, he helped out a bunch." You smiled, nodding in confidence, happy to give your friend credit.
"You guys did great too," you said, turning to Tom who hadn't said anything, opting to stare at you.
"You're Tom, right?" You asked. "Yeah, (Name), right? Bill goes on forever." Tom said, trying to at least be polite.
"Yeah, you did great, you sounded amazing on stage." You smiled, Tom returning it finally, accepting the compliment.
"I tried to play once but I sucked at it." You offered, trying to make conversation before a playful smirk came on Tom's face.
"Maybe I can show you sometime?" Tom offered, following as you began to walk in the crowd, slipping his arm around your waist to stay in step.
"That'd be great, it'd be nice to get to know you since Bill says so much." You agreed graciously with a smile, looking down at his arm around your waist with your own secret smirk.
From what Bill told you, you basically already knew Tom inside and out, so you knew your way to having fun.
"No problem, you'll do great." Tom stated, his own smile on his face as he led you off towards the exit.
Maybe Bill actually was right, you weren't that bad.
Especially when you kept coming around, maybe for Bill, maybe for Tom.
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two-white-butterflies · 8 months
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hectic inside | L4
Description: It's your first time in Monaco - you catch a certain DJ's eye. After a few days of getting to know each other, the nature of his career makes it clear that he isn't just a normal boy.
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He fucking looks like one of the dudes you watched in HBO. The same cinnamon eyes - a light tinge of youth. There were headphones situated on his neck, and he skillfully made his way through the DJ booth - pumping a song that explained his personality perfectly.
"He's kind of a golden retriever lad." your classmate commented, staring at him - who was dancing on the stage. "He's giving - looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll." you chuckled while taking a sip of your drink. At a young age - you were made aware of other people's tendencies.
You could tell what their characters were - just by the vibes that they had - and by the gods, this DJ had awesome vibes. He reminded you of your family - who were probably sleeping back home. He looks like the type of guy who'd go around introducing himself. You liked that.
"The both of you make a perfect pair," your classmate added - and a small blush creeps towards your cheeks - engulfing your face with that pinkish hue - that you could hopefully pass off as the effects of alcohol. "But (Your Name) is different, because she's a cinnamon role that can kill you." your friend giggled while raising her glass.
"Guess who I'm going to kill first?" you rolled your eyes as she flashed her tongue. "You should speak to him," your classmate leaned. A groan escapes your mouth. "Guys, if he manages to take me away - no one is driving you home." you pointed out - maybe they'll stop trying to set you up with someone after this.
Your friend laughs.
"Monaco is a small city - we can walk home." she retorted. "- plus, all sacrifices are worthy if that guy can lift you off your feet." she added cheekily, finishing the contents of her glass.
They were insufferable at times.
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"When you walk by every night, talking sweet and looking fine - I get kinda hectic inside." he sang this time - finally out of the DJ booth and into the dance floor. Your best friend strategically pushed you towards Lando - forcing you to stumble into his arms. "Ah, shit sorry." he apologized, catching you.
A gasp escapes your mouth - a little hurt by almost falling.
"Nah, it's totally my fault." you fixed your hair, slowly moving out of his arms with reluctance. He smelled like baby powder - the ones that smelled like jasmine kind. His chest was soft - like he took a bath in hyaluronic acid. "Well, my name's Lando - and you are?" he offered his hand to shake.
You attempted to look behind you - but your friends already retreated back to the table. "(Your Name)," you responded with a thin lipped smile. I mean - charms were basically useless in front of a man who was exactly your type. "That's a cute name." he smiled, shaking your hand but not letting go of it - instead he pulls you towards a more secluded part of the dance floor.
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(your name)'s close friend - instagram
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caption: guys wtf 😭 i can't remember what happened last night
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bestfriend: finally sum dick i see 👀 - yourname: bitch stfu - yourname: plus, i don't think that happened.
bestfriend: tis a sad day for the empire bestfriend: where are you tho? u didn't go home last night - yourname: OBV in his apartment/house - yourname: it's kinda nice here, no roaches or anything
bestfriend: IS HE A RICH MAFIA BOSS? bestfriend: you are living out ur 365 days dream 😭 - yourname: STOP THAT'S SO YUCKCKCKCK - yourname: should i wake him up?
bestfriend: ur waking someone up after a one night stand? - yourname: ah no, i was laying down. its a one night sleep. - yourname: WHAT DO I DO ??? !! !!
bestfriend: well we have a lecture in an hour... bestfriend: ur MBA or his BBC? - yourname: BBC??? bestfriend: big british .... - yourname: YOU ARE SO UNHINGED 😭
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Lando could remember what happened last night. You drank too much vodka. He offered to drive you home - but you forgot the place that you lived - and passed out - but not before giving him consent to bring you back to his place. Poor boy almost shit his pants.
"Did I wake you up?" he could feel your hands gently nudge him awake. Well, you were obviously trying to wake him up.
"Uh, no it's alright." he tried to sit down - feeling his body sore from sleeping on the floor. He looks at the 'bed' - a pile of socks.
"I'm sorry if I have to ask but-"
"No, nothing happened - you drank too much and I didn't know where you lived." he explained, trying to not seem crazy. Judging from your demeanor - you didn't know him. You weren't aware of his semi-successful formula one career. To you - he was just some DJ that brought you home.
"Oh fuck, that happens when I drink - that's why I try my best to control it. I'm really sorry if I bothered you." you apologized, taking the duvet off your body and preparing to leave. "And uhh I used your fingerprint to open your phone - I gave your friends your location. Just in case." he explained and you smiled.
"Thank you for being considerate. If there's anything that I can do for you - just tell me." you thanked and he grabbed a shirt to cover his body. Okay ... maybe he got a little drunk last night.
"It's nothing, but we'll keep in touch, right?" he smiled and you nodded. "Of course, you're like the coolest guy in Monaco." you scoffed while pulling out your instagram. "I'll add you on insta." you mumbled while typing Lando on the search bar.
"Oh, I'll add you later...what's your username?" he inquired.
God knows where his phone was.
"yourname..." you replied.
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@landonorris has requested to follow you.
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messages
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landonorris: hi stranger
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shares-a-vest · 5 months
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@eddiemonth Day 23: Mixtape, Earnest
Word Count: 706 Rating: T | cw: Steve has a migraine
Eddie frowns as Steve's brows knit together as he stands behind the counter at Family Video, presiding over the very dead Thursday afternoon shift. Admittedly, he is waving a mixtape in Steve's face - or at least as close as he can get on the mere peasant's side of the counter.
He dares not get any closer because Keith is lingering somewhere in the store, ready to pop out and threaten him with reinstating a years-past ban.
He jumps as Steve snatches away the cassette tape, likely annoyed enough now to steadfastly put a stop to his taunting, and flips it over to examine the paper insert.
"It's blank," he says, holding it up as if Eddie doesn't know that and somehow, his frown deepens.
"I know," Eddie can't help but beam, puffing his chest out proudly.
"But... the tape isn't blank?" Steve continues, eyes darting about as he gets lost in thought.
"Nope!" he smiles and rocks on his heels, "Just keep it safe for when you need it."
Steve's eyes widen as he slowly places it in his vest pocket.
"Wait," he pauses and leans forward, elbows on the dusty counter as he lowers his voice, "It isn't a sex thing, is it?"
Eddie mirrors his stance – any closer and he'd be kissing his boyfriend in full view of sweaty mouth-breather Keith.
"You want a sex thing?" he stage-whispers, smirking, "On tape?"
"No!" Steve defends, voice small as he bolts upright.
Before he can retreat any further, Eddie takes a swipe, only just managing to reach and playfully pat Steve on the chest, right over his breast pocket.
It isn't even a week later when Eddie arrives at Steve's house to find him curled up on the couch with the tell-tale signs he is recovering from a migraine. He has a blanket pulled up to his neck, his bare feet sticking out the bottom. His clothes are scattered about, Family Video vest haphazardly tossed on the sprawling coffee table.
But, judging by the lack of snoring that typically reaches a chainsaw level of decibels, Steve isn't asleep despite his closed eyes and furrowed brow.
As Eddie creeps closer, stepping as lightly as possible in his work boots (that he probably should have shucked off at the door to save Mrs Harrington's pristine tiles), he spots Steve's headphones nestled in amongst a mop of messy hair.
He lowers onto the edge of the couch as best he can, taking a chance and simply estimating wherever the hell Steve's legs might be (or, hopefully not) under his blanket cocoon.
Steve's frown wavers, his eyes fluttering open as he lets out a small gasp.
"Hey!" he croaks, a little too loud for the quiet solitude of the house.
He fumbles around to slide one of the earpieces off, tangling it further into his hair. He grumbles and vaguely wiggles his fingers in a halfhearted hand wave.
"You made a mixtape of classical music," he smiles, eyes closing again as his head sinks impossibly further into the bed pillow he permanently keeps in the living room for such occasions, "S'nice."
"Nice and calm," Eddie adds, no longer able to resist the urge to reach forward and push back the front of Steve's hair.
"Dustin laughed at me when I said I liked Amadeus."
Steve squirms around, freeing the hand that's gripping his cassette player for dear life from the confines of the blanket. He holds it to his chest and sighs.
"Yes, I remember," Eddie replies, momentarily glaring at the nearest cushion, envisioning that smartass little dweeb's face within its swirling mixture of geometric shapes and brown blobs.
He settles for resting his hand on Steve's, foregoing his wish that the non-Dustin blob cushion would spontaneously combust.
"Want us to listen to it on the stereo while we make dinner," Steve hums, lacing their fingers together.
Yeah sure, Eddie made the mixtape partly to make up for the roaring laughter that came with Steve admitting he'd enjoyed the film about an envious Salieri despite being dragged to see it years back with Nancy.
But he was also determined to help Steve in earnest with his ever-frequent migraines – even if he still does owe him some sort of sex-based cassette.
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ashirisu · 3 months
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hey, everyone!
My name is Ley (pronounced like "Lee," she/they) and I'm a fiction writer/editor based in the PNW. I haven't done a proper writeblr intro in a while, so I figure the new year is a great time to reintroduce myself to the community!
— about me
An important thing to understand about me and the way I talk about writing is that this stuff is literally my entire life. Even outside of work, I don't think I have a single interest or hobby that doesn't relate back to storytelling in some capacity. I'm an avid media consumer and critic, and will hyperanalyze just about anything that catches my fancy for more than a minute.
I love science fiction and fantasy, and my goal as a writer is to take all the genres I loved growing up and create stories that are a little more diverse, inclusive, and queer.
— about the blog
I came to writeblr mostly to share my work, but also to find an active community where I can get excited with other writers and talk shop. Marketing is obviously a really important part of the publishing industry, but I get tired of having to filter every thought I have about my work and experiences through the lens of aesthetic micro-trends just to put it out in the world. Sometimes I just want to pop off about scenes I'm proud of, you know?
Above all else, I really just want to connect with more writers like myself, ones who got their start in fandom spaces and are working to take their writing from a hobby into a career. I see you, I am you, I love you, let's be friends!
— about my writing
I write a lot, though most of it is disconnected nonsense. Flash fiction and short stories are where I really thrive as a writer. I don't tend to commit to long-form projects, but I have a few projects that I'll occasionally share details about!
I like to describe my style as "earnest and character-forward," which is a fancy way of saying that I like driven protagonists who think too much and are emotional to the point of it being a character flaw.
My goal is to share more of my original writing moving forward, so hopefully you'll get to see all of this for yourself. If I'm totally honest, though, you'll probably see more of me discussing my work than actually writing it.
— about my projects
Here are the things you'll most likely see me posting about:
Agnomen: A sci-fi retelling of Hamlet and Coriolanus, currently in its very preliminary stages. It is literally my Roman Empire, except it's set on a moon of a planet that I'm calling Jupiter as a placeholder (but please note that it isn't actually Jupiter, as Jupiter is a gas giant and therefore a scientifically impossible setting for large sections of the plot).
Alter Ego: A superhero fic in which not-so-mild-mannered reporter Drew Derrick fights for mutant rights and can't seem to get his act together when it comes to keeping the complicated parts of his life separate.
Untitled Fantasy Project: The very first project I ever wrote, and the piece I return to every so often when writing is feeling more like a slog than a fun hobby. I set a lot of one-offs in this world and follow a few key characters around without them having a real plot.
D&D: I write a lot about Baz, my Wild Magic Barbarian. He's a regency noble with a lot of problems, and I care about him very much. I also have various other settings and characters, but he's my most active PC at the moment and therefore gets the most attention.
Short Stories: Sometimes I write these, and sometimes I like them enough to share!
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[ID: a piece of digital art depicting Luz, Willow, Amity and Vee from the owl house at Luz's quinceñera. The piece takes place outside the owl house at night with the characters all dancing. Willow's dress is blue with yellow and pink flowers as decoration. Luz's outfit is based on the good witch azura with a white and purple colour scheme. Amity wears a pink dress shirt and a dark blue skirt with transparent fabric both on the skirt and acting as the sleeves. Vee wears a yellow dress with white trim on the bottom. Light glyphs float in the air, the dancefloor lights the scene from below, and Hooty extends across the background. End ID]
on today's episode of "pieces I put way too much work into realistically!". Since it's unlikely we'll get a quinceñera for Luz at this stage of the show, I wanted to draw a cute scene of it, which slowly turned into posing and lighting practice
(Small disclaimer: I'm not a part of a culture that does quinceñeras! I hope that there's no glaringly inaccurate details here. As far as I know there isn't hard and fast rules for the dresses or dance floor? so hopefully everything here is plausible. Feel free to let me know if there's any egregious errors here. There's some doodles under the cut that are slightly more detailed, so same goes for those)
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[ID: black and white digital doodles of owl house characters at Luz's quinceñera. The first doodle shows luz, Gus, Hunter and king, and is labeled "Gus, king & hunter = chambelands". The next shows willow, Vee, and Lilith with Luz and is labeled "Lilith, Willow and Vee = damas". There's a doodle of amity where's she's labeled "escort". There's a small full body doodle of Luz in a suit labeled "she gets a costume change!". The last doodle is Luz and hunter dancing together, labeled "Luz + hunter sibling dance". The background is purple. End ID]
#the owl house#toh#luz noceda#EDIT: I FORGOT THE FUCKING TAGS#willow park#amity blight#vee noceda#sigh. i won't tag anyone under the cut#lumity#okay that's good#feel like the id might not be up to scratch? if anyone has any suggestions I'll edit it!#same if the small text proves inaccessible#i know some screen readers pick it up and others don't but that no matter what it's hard for visually impaired people to read#if it proves troublesome i won't do it again#anyway in case you're wondering where eda is (bc realistically she should be here)- i like to think she'd get her own role in the ceremony?#not sure where though because I'm not sure which roles are/can be performed by family vs family friends vs a priest/professional#and thus i don't know what would be fitting for eda#i also know that father/daughter dances are traditional at quinceñeras and I've seen a few suggestions for who luz might dance with#since obviously her father's passed away#while the idea of dell (as her surrogate grampa) or one of her friends dads filling in is sweet#part of me thinks luz would go very non traditional and dance with eda? as a parent figure alternate to her mother?#i don't know if that's like. totally out of whack for a quinceñera/where the line between non-traditional and inaccurate is#since the tradition has obviously evolved a lot over the years and I'm just an outside observer#if anyone has hcs or suggestions feel free to let me know#(tho you'd probably prefer to discuss them with fans who have a bit more knowledge on the subject/are actually latino)#i should do more reading on this I'm just swamped rn (I. should really do some research for art class soon)#uhh i think that's everything i had to add??? yeah m#just reiterating the disclaimer uptop. please tell me if I've been silly or insensitive i do not want to be either
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Lyney & Lynette when GN S/O is on their period
tw; just blood, aches, nausea.. anything you'd expect out of a period pretty much
further notes: first post on this blog! very hopeful to get at least a couple requests this week. hopefully i didn't mischaracterize too bad, even if it's pretty much bound to happen with the majority of fan content
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A less mentioned and yet convenient pro to pyro visions is how it can make the owner of the vision warmer, a perfect thing to know when your boyfriend has one. Especially when you're on your period. He'd be sure to allow you to enjoy it too, resting one of his hands on wherever your aching while he rests next to you.
Of course- don't think that Lyney'd stop with just helping your aches. Oh no. He'd be sure to spoil you more than usual, going out of his way to ensure you have all the candies and chocolates you'd ever want plus more. He'll be sure to start making you extra during breakfast too, you'll need the extra iron to help with all the blood loss after all.
Also not ashamed to buy you period products! ^^ He'd try and find whatever you asked for, and 99% he'll actually get the right thing + some sort of gift (usually consisting of stuffed animals or chocolates).
If you're nauseous he'd probably be pretty good help with that too, Lyney tends to take care of his siblings and even himself when sick so he's rather experienced in this field. Master at holding people's hair while rubbing the back.
Probably thinks to try and distract you with some magic tricks, whether this works or not is entirely up to you but honestly it's the thought that counts.
All together pretty good boyfriend for someone on their period, he tries his very hardest and luckily he is pretty knowledgable in this subject due to him having his sister and all. Probably made a joke about doing a magic trick and make your blood disappear at some point though, so he ends up ranking at a 9/10 due to his tomfoolery.
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Lynette honestly is a pretty solid period partner, she wouldn't coddle you as much as Lyney but that doesn't mean she'll just sit and be useless either.
She definitely knows some helpful tricks (as in like life-hacks not magic tricks) to help deal with it due to her being on stage quite frequently and all. This primarily consists of ways to help make things easier for going on with day to day life without being in complete misery constantly.
Would take you to get some nice desserts more often too, as in the beginning of every morning before she goes off to perform and whatever else she does throughout the day. Nice warm drink included too, even if it isn't tea.
Will also obviously get you whatever period products you need, though unlike her brother it'll just be what you need, kind of. If she has a little spare change then that might change the result, though this'll likely just be a bit of candy or something of the like.
Primarily just trying to help you more than anything, also pretty good if your sick. Wouldn't comfort you as much as Lyney but makes up for it by making sure medicine is consistenly in the counter and that you always have a good place to throw up
In general Lynette is more convenience over comfort when it's up to periods, not uncaring just not acting like your gonna die. Helpful and considerate without being too over-bearing out anything. Another 9/10 experience, point only deducted due to her probably trying to wash your clothes from any blood with the washing machine then breaking the washing machine with your clothes still in it. Still reccomend either way.
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JUST MAYBE .ೃ
pairing. isagi yoichi x gn!reader
genre. strangers to .. hopefully something more? | slow burn | chance encounter
content/warnings. 2.3k+ wc | characters are in their early 20s ! | pro-athlete!isagi | reader works in a bookstore | profanity | a bit heavy in narration | written in reader’s perspective |  minimal proofread | ooc!isagi (sorry it’s my first time writing for him..) | open ending
in which: a cafe encounter with a stranger shows you exactly how well fate intervenes
💭 thank you for the request anon!
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this is it. this is the last straw.
this is the last time you’re ever allowing yourself to be vain and believe empty words from a man.
sitting in a café, self-pity takes hold of you as regret washes over your being. the nagging feeling, the hollowness in your gut that you should have paid attention to, now mocks you with its undeniable presence. how could you have ignored it, brushing it off as if it were insignificant?
the bustling café seemed oblivious to your disappointment, the air thick with the laughter and whispers of couples lost in their own bliss. their happiness, a stark contrast to your own melancholic state.
you glance at your phone, the screen displaying a conversation that adds salt to the wound.
you: let me know if you’re on your way! [2:06 pm] you: hey, i’m already here :) is everything fine? [2:43 pm]
a heavy sigh escapes your lips, the weight of anger and embarrassment settling upon your shoulders. 
dating in your early twenties has proven to be far more challenging than you ever imagined. while your friends effortlessly navigate the labyrinth of love, you find yourself trapped in a cycle of dashed hopes and unfulfilled connections. 
here you are, once again left sitting alone at a table meant for two.
and you know it's destructive to point fingers at directions pointing to you, but for goodness sake, can anyone just tell you what's wrong with you? or can fate simply provide apparent signs, allowing both you and the divine to save precious time? 
because it's becoming increasingly draining. 
the cycle repeats itself relentlessly: falling in love, only for it to unravel into a cacophony of screams and tears. your heart shattered, you gather the pieces and muster the courage to try again, only to wonder what awaits in the next stage of this never-ending cycle.
and you can’t help but to wonder, when will it ever be your turn? if other people could experience a love so kind, why can’t you? why can't you have what they have? what makes you any less deserving?
is it really too much to ask for a love that doesn't demand a piece of your soul as collateral? can't there exist a love where vulnerability isn't met with heartache?
and coming from someone who has been gravely hurt in the name of so-called love, it’s impossible not to wonder if such love even exists in this world or if it's merely a figment of your imagination born from those contemporary romance books you read on your lonely nights.
well, there's no use crying over spilled milk. he wasn't all that anyway. besides, you had only agreed to this supposed date due to your friend's persistent nagging, urging you to break your self-imposed “man ban” streak and venture back into the world of romance. “why not?” you had thought at the time, only to be reminded why you even imposed such a ban in the first place.
“excuse me, is this seat taken? the place is kinda packed, so if you don’t mind..” 
lost in your thoughts, you're momentarily startled as a soft voice interrupts your reverie. the stranger before you stumbles over his words, shyness coloring his demeanor.
you take a moment to truly see him— this man who has unexpectedly entered your sphere. and heavens, he is gorgeous.
“no, it’s not taken. please, feel free.”
with your response, the stranger settles into the seat across from you. as he takes a sip from his cup, your nose takes a whiff of the inviting aroma of his latte, which fills the air, adding another layer of warmth to the already vibrant café atmosphere.
taking a contemplative sip of your own drink, you savor the flavors that dance on your tongue. the comforting embrace of the warm liquid spreads through your body, soothing your senses.
his blue-eyed gaze drifts toward your own drink, curiosity evident within those pools. “what drink is that? it looks intriguing.”
you can't help but internally chuckle at his attempts at small talk. your drink is nothing spectacular, let alone intriguing, but the fact that he wants to make something out of it gives you a glimpse of his endearing shyness.
still, you smile, pleased by his interest. “it's actually their signature drink. i find it quite enjoyable. and your latte? it looks divine.”
well, you’re not any better than his attempts. seriously? what looks exceptionally divine about a latte?
the man in front of you nods appreciatively, taking another sip from his cup. “nothing grand, just a decaf latte. i find it soothing and energizing, especially on slow days like this one.”
you hum in response, seemingly out of attempts for small talk. but the lack of a coherent response from you doesn’t elicit an uncomfortable silence, but rather the opposite. a cozy silence settles between you, the ambient sounds of the café serving as a gentle backdrop to your now shared sphere.
after a few minutes of sitting in silence, you notice from your peripheral vision that he steals a few glances your way, as if waiting for the right moment to strike up another conversation.
cute.
it's an understatement, as a matter of fact. the guy before you is downright mesmerizing. if you could gaze at his face for more than two seconds without being called weird, you could map the entirety of how blessed this man’s face is — the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he speaks, the subtle strength in his jawline, and the way his hair falls in a perfectly disheveled manner.
and his eyes. damn, his eyes. such a beautiful shade of blue must have taken the hand of god some time to create.
“so –”
“what –”
the two of you speak simultaneously, your voices overlapping in the air, prompting you both to take a moment and stare at each other before laughing at the coincidence.
“you first,” you offered.
“no, you go first.”
you offer a warm smile and motion for him to go first. “i insist.” the truth is, after seeing him laugh, you momentarily forgot what you were even about to ask.
it’s just a laugh. get it together.
were you this deprived of someone’s company to melt at their laugh? or is this stranger just so painfully beautiful that it’s now affecting your memory and ability to converse?
his lips curl into a shy smile as he hesitates for a brief moment. his eyes flicker with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “alright, well, i was wondering... do you come here often? i don’t think i’ve seen you here before.”
you shook your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “not really. i'm actually a newcomer here. i work at a bookstore nearby, and i stumbled upon this place by chance.”
it was two truths and one lie. and as apparent as it was, you sure as hell didn’t “stumbled upon this place,” where in truth and fact, you were invited here by your supposed-to-be date who might have forgotten to reply to you two hours after your last message.
“the bookstore on the main street? it’s a huge place, that’s so cool. my friend, chigiri, has been meaning to visit there. maybe i’ll try to tag along some time.”
a blush crept up your cheeks, touched by his admiration. it was a stark contrast to the belittlement toward your job you had encountered in past dating experiences, and this wasn’t even a date. “thank you. i’ll be happy to help you and your friend when you drop by.”
“so, what do you do, mr…?” you asked, trying to delve deeper into the conversation.
“oh, pardon me for not introducing myself properly. i’m isagi yoichi, and i, uhm, play soccer for a living. it's not as impressive as being surrounded by books all day, though.”
isagi yoichi. soccer player.
so that explains the hint of a lean physique beneath his clothes – not that you were checking him out. anyone with eyesight could detect that this gorgeous stranger, isagi, is in great shape. yup, definitely not checking him out.
“and yours?”
“hmm? sorry, what were you saying?”
a soft smile tugs at isagi's lips as he repeats his question, “i was just asking about your name.”
you bring your attention back to the present, realizing you've momentarily lost yourself in his gaze. “oh. it’s l/n y/n.”
as the words of your name hang in the air, a sense of familiarity begins to settle between you. you and isagi engage in a comfortable conversation, effortlessly weaving in and out of topics. each exchange reveals more about your respective lives, forging a connection that feels too genuine for people who just met not even an hour ago. 
isagi shares stories from his soccer career, the highs and lows, the challenges and triumphs. his passion for the sport shines through in every word, and you find yourself captivated by how animated he is in sharing his tales. it's a pleasant break from your previous experiences, where self-importance seemed to be the common thread among your dates. 
with isagi, there's no trace of conceit hanging in every word. 
in turn, you open up about your love for literature and the joy you find in sharing stories with others. isagi listens attentively, his eyes sparkling with interest as you speak about the power of words and the magic that exists within the pages of books. 
while it becomes evident that he may not be an avid reader himself, there's a beautiful acceptance and respect in the way isagi listens. he never once made you feel as though your love for literature is any less significant than his passion for soccer.
amidst the lively exchange, you catch glimpses of isagi's gentle nature, his ability to make you feel at ease, and his genuine curiosity about your thoughts and experiences. it's a refreshing change from the superficial interactions you've had in the past, and you're left wondering if the man in front of you is even real.
you can't help but laugh at the thought of men being able to hold a conversation like isagi. and while that proves that the bar may be in hell, but damn, it is as if isagi raised it above his own head.
time seems to slip away as the conversation flows effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and genuine moments of connection. there are no awkward silences, no need for pretense or guardedness. it's as if you've known each other for much longer than a chance encounter in a café.
just when you think the moment might stretch into eternity, isagi’s ringing phone slices through the air, abruptly breaking the spell. 
his eyes widen, a touch of regret flickering across his face as he retrieves his phone from his pocket. “ah, it's my teammate. i'm afraid i have to head out first,” he says with a tinge of disappointment.
your heart sinks a little at the prospect of parting ways so soon. “oh, it's okay. i had a nice time, isagi,” you reply, attempting to mask your disappointment.
“me too,” isagi responds, his voice filled with a hint of tone you’re feigning ignorance too. “i wish we could talk more.”
you can sense the hesitance in his words, the unspoken desire to extend the encounter. it's an opening, a moment of curiosity lingering between you. seizing the opportunity, you decide to tease him ever so slightly. “hmm, well, that call seemed important,” you remark, raising an eyebrow playfully.
you’re not dense, but you were curious to see how he would try.
isagi fidgets, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah, i think so. we have an upcoming match next weekend,” he stumbles over his words, clearly struggling with the invitation he's about to extend. “speaking of the match, would it be too forward of me to invite you to watch?”
wouldn’t it? 
your heart flutters at the invitation, and for a brief moment, you contemplate the possibilities.
this day had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions. one moment, you were nursing the wounds of being stood up, wallowing in self-pity and contemplating the challenges of dating. and now, here you were, being invited by a complete stranger — a stranger who also happened to be the most captivating person you've ever laid eyes upon.
fate be damned, because it seems to have a wicked sense of humor, toying with your emotions from one extreme to another.
glancing down at your cup, you swirl the remaining liquid, feigning nonchalance to mask the racing thoughts in your mind. “depends on who you want me to attend as,” you tease, curious to see how he responds.
you raise your eyes, locking eyes with isagi, only to find him wearing a boyish grin that could rival the sun and staring at you with those damn blue eyes that put the oceans to shame.
“anything you can offer to be, right now.”
fuck it. 
with a surge of boldness, you decide to take a leap of faith. “then i would love to be there.”
the energy shifts as isagi beams at your acceptance of his invitation. he bids you goodbye, only to hesitate and return to you with an endearing awkwardness. he offers his number, tripping over his own words as he suggests you can call him whenever you want. you can't help but laugh at his adorable awkwardness, finding it endearing beyond measure. you hand him your phone, and with hurried movements, he inputs his number before bidding you goodbye once more.
with a smile lingering on your lips, you watch isagi's retreating figure, feeling a warmth radiate through you. your gaze then shifts to the phone in your hand, where you see the contact name you've set for him. 
maybe: isagi yoichi
why not, right? you're down to take the chance.
because maybe, just maybe, one more try wouldn’t hurt this time.
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note. welcome to isagi mimi debut omg i kinda do not like it but huhu this trope is so hard for me to write, i’m not gonna lie. but i surprisingly had fun making this hehe. and i’m not really a fan of instant love soooo, here’s the best i could do ._. i think i would rather opt to make a sequel than a time skip so let’s leave it at that :>
thanks for reaching this far!
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A/N: here it is! I finally finished it! This could be a prequel to my other two, if you want it to be. Otherwise, it's just a fun 2nd person Elvis x fem!reader one-shot about a young and innocent Elvis on the night he becomes a man. There are most definitely historical inaccuracies, but let's just let those slide please 🥺. I'd love feedback, if you have any!
Warnings: Virgin Elvis, f/m p in v sex, fingering, lots of kissing, kind of a slow burn, unprotected sex, cussing, etc
Last thing: I'm using a gif of Austin Elvis and one of the real deal EP because you can imagine either one. Whatever makes your heart happy.
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Baby, What's Your Name?
You've always been bold for a girl of your generation. Your first kiss was your idea and you haven't been "innocent" for a while now. Not that you are open and available for anyone, you just don't hold back when it comes to falling in love.
The year is 1955 and your friend Margie has begged you to come with her to a concert tonight. You have class the next day, and you take your college studies very seriously, but you figure you can still get home at a decent hour. Apparently, there's a new singer that Margie is gushing over. She's heard from other girls that he's supposed to be "something to see". Margie doesn't have much else going on; school isn't exactly her thing. She'll tell anyone who'll listen that she's only there to find a husband. You roll your eyes at this thought and go back to flipping through your closet for something to wear.
"Y/n, just pick something! We're going to be late!" Margie begs, pouting. You settle on a pink and white gingham sundress, sweeping your hair into a ponytail and tying it with a matching pink ribbon. You barely get your shoes on before Margie drags you out the door of your room on campus.
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The crowd is almost entirely female. "Who is this guy?" You think to yourself. Oh well, no matter. Hopefully it'll be over soon and you can go home and get in bed. It's already late and it's a warm night for September. Margie is bouncing around next to you in her seat.
"Oh my gosh, I just can't wait until he comes out! Eliza said he's the cutest thing she's ever seen!" You roll your eyes again. You do that a lot around Margie. You didn't pick her to be your roommate; the university did. Still, she's been a decent friend, even if she's a little ditsy and boy crazy.
Finally, the other acts are finished and the announcer comes out to let you know this new artist is coming out.
"Please welcome to the stage Elvis Presley!"
The crowd goes absolutely insane. You start to wonder if maybe you've been studying too much. How could you not know this man that everyone else is so crazy for?
He walks out to the middle of the stage. He's wearing a pink jacket that matches the color of your dress. You're surprised to find that he's much more attractive than you imagined he would be, with his boyish smirk and black hair. You sit up a little straighter in your chair, but a group of girls has gathered in the front standing up, so you can't really see anymore from your seat.
Margie grabs your hand, "Come on! Let's go up there!"
"No, no I'm okay here."
Then he starts to sing. Your heart skips a beat and something deep in your stomach turns over. You stand up without even thinking, trying to see better. Margie takes the opportunity and grabs your hand. You don't fight back as she drags you up to the stage.
When you get close enough to really be able to see him, the thing in your stomach flip flops again. He's moving. And not just, like, tapping his foot. He's moving his legs and his hips in ways you didn't even think was possible... not in public, at least. The thing in your stomach moves deeper in your body to the place between your legs. You are drawn to him like he's got some kind of spell on you. More girls press in behind you, but thanks to Margie, you were up there pretty early and you're only one row back from the stage.
You need him. You need him to notice you and want you too. You start racking your brain for what you can do to get his attention. Every other girl around you is screaming like a fool. That won't work. They're also reaching for him like they might pull him off the stage if he gets close enough. He's moving around the stage quite a bit, but he's very careful never to get too close. If only you had something to throw... but you don't have anything in your hands, no bracelets or anything, and the ribbon from your ponytail isn't heavy enough to make it all the way to the stage. He's singing a slower song now, playing his guitar and looking around the crowd. Somehow, his blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart stops. You become acutely aware of your panties and the place on your body directly under them.
Wait. That's it! That would certainly get his attention. And you could easily get them off with the crowd surrounding you. Also, your full skirt that goes all the way to your knees will keep anyone from really knowing they're missing. You start working them down your thighs and Margie notices you wiggling next to her.
"What are you doing?!"
"Don't worry about it."
Finally, you feel your panties hit your ankles and rest on your shoes. It's nearly impossible with the crowd pressing in around you, but you manage to get them off your feet and into your hand. You take a second to thank the heavens that you were wearing pretty pink ones with lace, and not your laundry day undies. You look up to the stage, assessing how hard to throw them to make it right to where he's standing. After spending years playing baseball with your brothers as a kid, you're pretty confident you can get them there.
You take one last look at him; he's holding the mic at an angle, leaned over it and singing with his whole body. The second he finishes the song and stands up, you use all the strength in your arm and calculations you've just done and throw...
They land perfectly at his feet. You couldn't have possibly done any better if your life depended on it. Margie and the other girls directly around you stop and look at you, trying to figure out what you've thrown on the stage.
"Now, what's this?" He asks, picking your panties up from his feet and holding them up. When he realizes what they are, he blushes deeply.
"Well, that's something I didn't expect." He laughs into the mic and looks out into the audience to try to figure out who has given him such an awkward gift. The other girls are staring at you with their mouths open, so it's not hard for him to figure out. Your blush matches his, though, so he simply nods his head slightly in your direction, puts your panties in his pocket quickly and quietly, and moves on to his next song. The girls go back to screaming and you feel various others in the crowd wiggling like you did just minutes ago. Before he can even finish the song, panties are flying on stage left and right. He starts laughing, "ladies, I'm very flattered, but this is really unnecessary!"
The announcer rushes back out onto the stage, stepping between Elvis and the microphone.
"Thank you, Mr. Presley, for such a lovely show! Now, that's the end of our program for the evening, everyone. Thanks for coming out and be safe on your way home!"
You feel a little guilty for ending his set early with your panty-throwing, but you didn't make all those other girls go crazy. Still, you wish he would stay up there forever, singing and moving his hips. You're not ready for this feeling to go away. Another crazy thought enters your head. Maybe you'll try to get your panties back...
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It wasn't hard to figure out where he is staying. There's really only one nice motel in town and the cars from his tour caravan are in the parking lot. You managed to convince Margie to go on home, so you're alone. You're a little nervous, walking into the motel office, but your boldness wins out.
"Hi. I need to know which room Mr. Presley is in."
"Yeah, you and every other girl in town."
"Right, but he asked for me. Call him. I just forgot the room number." It's a flimsy lie and you know it. The motel worker picks up the phone and dials "121".
"Never mind, I was lying. You caught me. I had to try though, right?" You chuckle softly as you back out of the office. Once you're outside, you head straight to room 121. When you get there, you have a sudden attack of nerves. It's so late at night and you're about to knock on the door of a man you've never actually met. This is crazy.
You're standing there trying to decide what to do when the door opens and he almost walks straight into you.
"Oh, I'm sorry darlin', I didn't even see you there." You're frozen to the spot, speechless at his closeness to you as he stands in the doorway of his motel room. He explains something about wanting to talk to someone about how to keep the show going, even if the crowd gets rowdy.
"But I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. Why are you here?" His brows knit together in the center of his forehead.
"Me? I'm just... well... I believe you have something of mine." Again, your boldness beats your fear and you walk past him into his room. He looks out the door and around nervously before closing it gently and turning around to face you. The curtains are pulled shut tightly and the glow from the lamps makes everything in the room kind of orange.
"Something of yours? Honey, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."
"Something I threw on the stage." You look him dead in the eyes, hoping he'll recognize you.
"Oh. Oh! It's you!" Thank heavens, he does recognize you. He blushes again, not as deeply this time, but the memory is affecting him.
"I do have something of yours, but I have no intention of giving them back." He smiles playfully and walks across the room to where his jacket is hanging on the back of a chair. He pulls your panties out of his jacket pocket and holds them tightly in his fist.
"The way I see it, you gave me these, fair and square."
"Well, I wasn't really thinking, and it's weird not wearing any..." you realize what you've just told him and his eyes slowly drift to just below your waist before he snaps them back up to meet your eyes again. He swallows hard and you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say next. You walk across the room to him and reach for your panties. He holds them up high over your head and pouts.
"Do you really want them back?"
You're standing so close to him now that you can feel him breathing. Your heart is in your throat with the sensation of his closeness. You don't want your panties back. You want something else entirely.
"No..." you whisper quietly, trying to signal him that he could kiss you if he wants to, that he should kiss you.
Somehow, he reads your signals correctly and leans in slowly. He moves carefully watching for signs that this isn't what you want, but your upturned face and eyes closed softly are exactly what he's hoping for. When his lips finally touch yours, they're gentle, but soon after he drops your panties on the floor and grabs your face with both hands. His lips part yours and his tongue dips into your mouth hungrily. He moves his hands to your waist and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a more passionate kiss. You're locked together like this for some time, kissing, before you realize his hands are shaking lightly. He pulls out of the kiss and puts his forehead on yours, breathing heavily.
"You kiss me like this much more, darlin' and I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."
"I don't want you to stop."
He pulls back and looks at you, his mouth hanging open in mild shock. You can't figure out why he's so nervous. You're saying "yes" in every way you know how. He swallows again deeply and blushes a little.
"Aw, now, honey, don't say things you don't mean. I've never..."
Your eyes widen in disbelief. His nervousness is starting to make sense. He's never done this before. He's a virgin.
The realization makes you smile and you giggle a little at the thought. This man, who dances on stage like he does this every other night, has never actually been with a woman.
"Well, it's not that funny." He pouts again.
"No, I'm sorry, it's not funny at all. But if you don't want to do this, tell me now. Because I won't let you if you really don't want to." You smile reassuringly, but your body is aching for him to touch more of you.
"I didn't say I don't want to." He goes in for another deep and passionate kiss, his tongue moving in ways you'd never imagined. All you can think about is his tongue touching you in other places and that warm spot between your legs gets even warmer. He picks you up by the waist, lifting your feet off the floor just enough to carry you to the bed. Laying you gently on the bed, he stops for a second and looks at you laying there in your pink gingham dress. You prop yourself up on your elbows and kick off your shoes.
"What?"
"Nothing... I just... pink is my favorite color." He mumbles before laying on the bed next to you. You're both laying on your sides facing each other and he begins to undress you carefully, first untying the ribbon in your hair. Then he slides his hand down your back to unzip your dress. The zipper ends where your panties should be, but aren't, and as his fingers brush your skin, you tingle all over. His hand travels back up to the latch of your bra. He fumbles with it for a bit, his fingers trembling, before he finally gets it unclasped. You become keenly aware that all he has to do is slide your dress forward and down and you'll be completely naked. You can see by the bulge in his pants that he's had this thought too. You put your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek.
"You're sure this is what you want?"
"Honey, I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He pulls your dress and bra forward and off of you, standing up to drop it on the floor with your shoes. Now you can really see his hardness pushing against his pants. He takes his shirt off and you sit up to unbutton his pants, letting them drop to the floor next to the pile of your clothes.
Now you're both naked. You touch him gently and he sighs and looks up at the ceiling. After a few seconds of this, he almost can't stand it anymore, so he lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, still trembling, but obviously gaining confidence. He presses his lips to yours again and you rub your tongue along his bottom lip before he opens his mouth into a deeper kiss. His hand moves down your body, stopping to caress your breast and run his thumb over your nipple. His hand shakes less and less as he moves further down your torso to your hip. He rolls to the side a little and walks his fingers over to the place between your legs. You open them just enough for him to slip a finger inside you. You let out a small moan against his mouth as he moves his finger in and out and in again. You stop kissing him and look into his eyes, reaching down to his hand. Gently, you guide his thumb to the spot that makes your stomach turn over and your heart beat faster.
"Here. Do circles." He listens eagerly and does exactly as you tell him. He feels the knot harden as he massages it, so he keeps up a consistent rhythm. You lose the ability to give him further instruction-- he doesn't need it anyway-- as the pleasure builds up between your legs. You can feel yourself approaching your climax and prepare yourself for the fireworks. He's watching you so closely, taking cues from your body about what to do next. He puts his finger back in you, doing a tickling motion with his fingertip against your insides. You might burst with all the electricity flowing through your body.
"Oh! Yes! Fuck!" You cry out as the ecstatic release washes over you and you begin to pulse around his finger. He smiles widely, amused by your cussing and pleased with his ability to give you an orgasm on his first try. You're not exactly sure how he managed it, but you really don't care. You're still riding your body high. He moves his hand back to your hip and you feel your wetness on his fingers. He's kissing you again, grinding his hardness against your thigh. Despite your release, you're ready for more of him inside you. You reach down again, wrapping your hand around him softly and moving his hips to line up with yours. You put his tip against yourself and pull back from his kiss.
"Last chance to back out." He smiles and looks directly into your eyes. Then, he pushes forward with his hips, just like he did on stage, filling you entirely. The sensation almost overwhelms him and he sets his forehead on your shoulder.
"Oh fuck, baby." Now it's your turn to smile at him for cussing.
"It actually gets better." He lifts his head off your shoulder to look into your eyes and there's an excitement in his that almost makes you laugh out loud. Instead, you plant a kiss on his lips and wrap your legs around his waist. He starts to pump in and out rhythmically. You're not surprised that he's good at this part. You've seen him move on stage. Still, you know he probably won't last too long, since it's his first time, and there's more you want to show him. You release him from your legs and push him off of you and onto his back.
"Oh no baby what...?" With one leg on either side of his hips, you lower yourself onto him. He nearly loses his mind as the change in angle changes the sensation. He moans deeply and grabs your hips, guiding your movement as you ride him. His pleasure is building up and you know he's close as you slide up and down. You move faster and faster, pushing him toward his climax.
"Oh fuck, shit, fuck baby!" He yells as you feel him shudder underneath you and fill you with his warmth. He moans loudly as you move up and down a few more times to really push him over the edge. With him still inside you, you lean forward and lay on his chest. He wraps his arms around you.
"Wow, honey, that was... wow." You smile against his chest, satisfied with your work. After a good amount of time in this position, you move off of him and lay down next to him on your back. He props himself up on his elbow and turns to face you.
"How soon can we do it again?" You chuckle at his eagerness as you realize you won't be making it back to your room tonight. Suddenly, his eyebrows come together on his forehead in worry and you rearrange yourself to look him in the face, mildly concerned at his expression. You brace yourself for some kind of confession. Instead, he smiles and innocently asks:
"Baby... what's your name?"
You erupt in peals of laughter, wrapping your arms around him and rolling over on top of him. You think of the panties on the floor of his motel room, so glad that Margie dragged you to the concert tonight. This might be the beginning of something wonderful.
"My name is..."
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Hello! It's my first request and you are also the first writer I will request. Can you do a neteyam and a human girl but she is an arab girl? They are together XD
He calls her yawne, sevin and any other nicknames but she just calls his habibi
It'd be so cute when she'd be calling him habibi and he's so confused because he knows this is not english. But he asks his father and finds out this is another language from earth.
Maybe she can speak a bit of arabic to him?
Helloooooooo sweetie!! This one took me a bit longer than I thought. I went through the Arabic dictionary to understand the basics and make sure what I am putting is right. But hopefully this turned out lovely!!! Enjoy!!
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حبيبي
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When dating someone, the first stage is always the awkward stage. Being shy and nervous around your lover, especially if you are a teenager. Cuddling while being tense, not knowing what to say, eye contact. The whole thing. But the awkward stage isn't forever, as the couple gets more comfortable with each other. Pet names is the next stage. It confirms how one sees the other, a sign and wording of love and deep care. And there are normal pet names like: pooki, honey bun, babe, sweetie, etc. And there are unique pet names that are unique to their own. A little bond just for them. Those hold more special meaning that average pet names. 
And that seals the relationship and opens a clear path to a stronger, loving bond.
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Neteyam ran as fast as he could to the human base. Excitement filled his veins, it was complete! A new hijab made from the finest of fibers his forest could ever offer. And the finest hijab is to belong to his loving new lady. 
Things were starting to settle in their new romantic relationship. Was tense and a bit awkward in their starting days but now they are closer than ever. Understand the traditions and cultural heritage his lover has, who is Arabic, he did his best to understand it all. 
When getting to know each other, his Yawntu talked about what her country was like back on Earth. Told him stories, myths and legends. And most of all, the language. To neteyam, writing in Arabic was difficult, and speaking it was just as challenging. But he welcomes new things. He can understand English well enough, so that has become their common language to speak. Of course his Yawntu puts effort in learning na��vi so that she may converse more with the village. 
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Opening the door to her room, neteyam enters and smiles at his beloved. There she was, reading a book. Looking up, the human girl smiled at him with hearts in her eyes. They meet in the middle as they embrace each other in full warmth. 
“I missed you ma’sevin” Neteyam says in a cooing manner. His sevin hugs back, replying “I missed you too wasim”. Neteyam’s ear twitched, he didnt understand that word but from the way she said it, must be a loving pet name. 
“Wasim, what does that mean sevin?” Neteyam asks kindly, happy to reply she answers. “Wasim means handsome”. Now this made his tail curl in a playful manner. “Handsome? You see me as a handsome young man, sevin?” he teases while leaning in closer to her face. His dear love couldn't help but blush at his little act and gorgeous smirk. 
“W-well, you call me pretty, i-it's only fair I call you handsome” she stutters out. 
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“Dad, why do humans speak more than one language?” Neteyam asks one day as he helps his dad weave something together. Jake pauses momentarily, giving a moment to think before answering. 
“Well son, back on Earth, humans aren't able to connect in a way that na’vi do. Even back then, there was not much to communicate with each other. People living in different areas on Earth developed their own cultures and communities. Even developing new languages”. 
A small moment of silence between them before neteyam asks again, “And how do they develop language? How are they able to make it sound so different from each language?”. Jake scratches his chin a bit and mutters “should have paid attention to history class…” 
Neteyam tilts his head in confusion. Jake waves his hand in a dismissive way. “Forget that” 
Pausing at their craft, they get more comfortable in sitting. 
“Why the sudden interest?” Jake asks, trying to understand neteyams' curiosity for something about humans. 
“Ummm…well there is a human I began to talk to, she stands out a lot from the others you know. She wears a cloth around her hair and wears more clothing and speaks an odd language” neteyam answers. 
“I see. And this girl, are you friends with her?” Jake asks, observing his son as he moves and behaves. 
Scratching a bit on the back of his head, neteyam replies “You could say that. We have been getting to know each other. But she is so cool! Her accent is different but amazing, she showed me a bit of how to write in her native language. It is hard. Oh, and…” 
Jake observes how animated and happy neteyam is as he explains the details of his new friend. Chuckling a bit to himself, jake knows his son won't be silent if given the chance to mention the human girl. It is nice, to see neteyam be happy and express himself more. 
“Your friend seems very nice, but you forgot one important thing, what is her name?” he asks. 
“Oh, her name is…”
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“Here, I hope it's perfect for you, I can still make adjustments” Neteyam says as he offers his newly made hijab. The girl grabs it gently and looks at it in awe. “Oh habibi, this looks and feels wonderful, here let me put it on”. Taking that as his cue, the boy turns to give his little lover some privacy to change her hijab. A minute later he turns around. 
“How does it feel?” he asks a bit nervously. Getting a good feel of it, the girl smiles so happily, “wonder, perfect, the colors are truly beautiful. And the material is so soft yet firm. The feel of the forest. The smell….I know that smell very well” she teases, giving him a flirt smirk. 
Neteyam couldn't help but blush at her words. 
   “أنت تعرف دائمًا ما يجب أن تقدمه لي، ومع ذلك أشعر كما لو أنني لم أعطك ما يكفي مني." 
The way the girl spoke was lovely, the curl of the sounds and how it rolls of her tongue was so intriguing. Yes he may not understand everything, but it only pulls him in more to hear the girl's language. 
“Im sorry, I cant understand what you said. '' Neteyam apologies. The girl giggles a bit, holding his hands. Looking up at him, dark eyes meeting his bright ones, “I can teach you if you like. We can speak it together, and I like to hear my language coming from you”. 
His tail thumps against the floor, feeling happy and excited. Smiling widly, he agrees. So, the girl brings out a clean notebook and a pen. “Alright, lets try something simple” she suggests. Nodding, he sees her write a simple sentence. 
أحبك
“Alright, this one is easy, repeat after me, 'uhibuk “ His love instructions. Listening to her words closely, he repeats. 
“'Uhibuk”
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Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! I hope I got the arabic words right. Had to google it. Until next time! see ya!
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wasim = handsome
habibi = my love
  " “أنت تعرف دائمًا ما يجب أن تقدمه لي، ومع ذلك أشعر كما لو أنني لم أعطك ما يكفي مني."  = You always know what to give me, yet I feel as though I have not given you enough from me.
'uhibuk = I love you
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hjparisian · 10 months
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make a wish- harry j potter x reader
p: harry j potter x reader (she/her pronouns) w: kinda deep, mainly fluffy, not proof read summary: it's (y/n)'s birthday but it doesn't feel like it. she doesn't want to celebrate it as it is a reminder that she's growing up and is getting older. boyfriend harry (and the rest of her friends) are determined to remind her it's still a special day. a/n: its my birthday today and this is based on my own feelings of getting older. sorry for not actively posting as much, i haven't had much motivation but will hopefully get back soon as i have so much planned out including a harry x reader book for a different platform
It was a special day, and no, not Christmas. It was (Y/N)'s birthday. But to (Y/N), it just felt like any other day. As the years keep going by, her birthday just felt less special. With the end of the school year slowly coming, (Y/N) realized that her youth is slipping away, nearing the stages of adulthood but not feeling prepared.
(Y/N) walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, fellow students wishing her a happy birthday as she walked towards the Gryffindor table where she'd eat with the rest of her friends. She began piling some fruit onto her plate when she saw Hermione and Ron sit down in front of her.
"Happy birthday (Y/N)" the two said to her. "I can't believe you're getting older," Ron points out
"Thank you," she said with a sour smile. "Where's Harry?" She asks wanting to divert from the reminder that she's another year older as well as wondering where her boyfriend is.
"He's still getting ready, he overslept a bit," Hermione told the girl.
Right after she said that, the subject in question rushed over to the group, taking a seat next to the birthday girl.
"Sorry I'm a bit late," Harry told his friends as he piles food on his plate. He looks over to his lovely girlfriend and kisses her cheek. "Happy birthday love!"
"Thank you Harry," (Y/N) says.
"How does it feel to be another year older?" asks Harry. "Are you planning on doing something big today? Fred and George could probably get food over to the common room and we can have a big party for you?"
As interesting as it sounds to (Y/N), she really had no plans. The day no longer felt special now that she's getting closer to adulthood. What was the point of celebrating something that no longer makes her excited?
Losing her appetite from these thoughts, she decided to leave, wanting some alone time. "I think don't wanna do anything. I should go now, I need to grab something from my dorm." She quickly left the hall, leaving her half filled plate behind.
Ron looks at her fading figure, slightly confused. "That's kind of odd," he points out. "Is she okay?"
"I hope so," Hermione says. "But she usually isn't like this. She was so excited last year. I'm worried."
Harry was worried too. He always wanted to ensure the happiness of his lover. He had to find out what was clouding (Y/N)'s mind and try to cheer her up.
"What if we throw her a surprise party?" Ron says. "Everyone likes surprises."
"Not everyone enjoys surprises, Ronald," Hermione huffs out. "It isn't a bad idea though. And like Harry said, we can use the twins help. We can invite her friends to the Gryffindor common room. What do you think Harry?"
"It's not a bad idea. But I want to check on her to see if she's alright," He says.
"Well you're going to have to wait until later. Class is going to start soon," Hermione said.
Unfortunately Harry had to wait til after classes to have a proper chat with (Y/N) since all the classes they had together decided to be busy so there was no time for them to chat. Didn't help that in half of them they don't even sit by each other.
The moment classes ended, Harry went to find (Y/N), dragging her to his dorm.
"Harry where are we going?"
"My dorm."
Harry opens the door to his shared room, closing it behind (Y/N). He drops his stuff beside his bed and goes over to his girlfriend and gives her the biggest hug, which she returns.
"Are you okay love? You don't seem excited today." He hears her sigh, cracking open her true emotions. He brings her to his bed to lay down, wrapping his arms around her as she lays her head on his shoulder.
(Y/N) began to speak."I don't know, its just, its kinda of dumb."
"Whatever you're feeling is not dumb (Y/N)," Harry tells her.
(Y/N) could feel the tears trying to build up in her eyes. "Well my birthday just doesn't feel special anymore, it just feels like another day. I feel like it's just a reminder that I'm almost an adult now and I have to start figuring my life out. Graduation is coming closer and closer and after that, we're all going to go chase our dreams and who knows if we will be in contact. I just wish we were still first years exploring Hogwarts for the first time. I miss being a little kid and having no worries. I'm not ready to get older Harry."
Harry shifts his body to face her, and giving her a kiss on her lips before responding.
"(Y/N), it's okay to feel like this. What you're feeling is completely valid. Growing up is scary, but it means new experiences to try. We still have a lot of time. You don't need to grow up yet and you don't have to have your life situated right now. Sirius told me to live in the present. If we spent too much time worrying about the future we will forget to live in the moment." Harry pauses for a second. "I promise you that we will all still be in contact together. Hermione and Ron could never forget you. I could never forget you. If anything, Ron and I already planned to get houses right next to each other so we will always be together."
Harry leans over and opens his bedside table, pulling out a small box and hands it to (Y/N).
"This is one of your gifts. Open it," Harry tells her.
(Y/N) removes the wrapping and opens up the small box. Inside it was a ring. It was simple, but it was beautiful. She puts it on her ring finger. It was a perfect fit.
"It's a promise ring," said Harry. "To prove that I will always be right by your side. That I promise to love and take care of you even after Hogwarts. I see a future with us (Y/N), and I don't plan on letting go of you."
The tears in (Y/N)'s eyes filled up again, but for a happier reason. She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and pulled him into a big kiss.
"I love you so much Harry," She tells him. "You're the most amazing person ever."
Harry smiles at her. "I love you too (Y/N). Don't make your self grow up yet. You're perfect just how you are."
(Y/N) smiles back at Harry. The one man who validated her feelings, telling her it's okay to feel what she feels, who comforted her. Birthdays don't have to be a reminder that she's getting old, rather, it should be a day to celebrate life. She doesn't have to force herself to be an adult yet. Will these thoughts continue to plague her head from time to time? Yes, but it will all be okay. She just has to remind herself to live in the moment and enjoy life.
"So," (Y/N) began. "You said this was one of my presents. What about the other?"
"Oh we'll come back right here for it." Harry winks at (Y/N) causing her to blush. "But first, there's something else waiting for you." Harry takes (Y/N)'s hand and brings her out the dorm.
"Gonna need you to close your eyes," Harry tells her.
"Why?"
"Just do it. Please? I promise I won't let you trip and fall."
(Y/N) closed her eyes. Harry held her hand as he guided her down the stairs to the common room.
"Alright, you can open your eyes now love."
As (Y/N) opened her eyes, she sees a bunch of people jumping out from behind furniture.
"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!"
The common room was decorated in streamers and confetti. A sign hanged in the middle of one of the walls saying "Happy Birthday (Y/N)!" All of her friends from every house was here, to celebrate her.
Hermione and Ron came up to her and gave her a hug. Fred and George were right behind them with a big cake with candles.
"Make a wish!" The twins said.
(Y/N) thought for a moment. I wish to just enjoy my life with the people I love the most.
She blows out her candles, everyone cheering.
"What did you wish for?!" Someone in the crowd asks.
(Y/N) chuckles before letting her answer slip. "This!"
Fred and George helped pass pieces of the cake around. Harry went closer to (Y/N), placing his arm around her waist and gave her a kiss.
"Happy birthday (Y/N)."
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