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laurfilijames · 6 months

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Flat To Filled

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Tig being a bit of a perv. Oral sex (M receiving). Unprotected intercourse. Sex in exchange for a service.

Summary: Your flat tire turns out to be a very happy nuisance, and a scene right out of a porno.

A/N: I got a flat tire a couple of months ago and came up with this idea while waiting for it to be repaired, though sadly not by Jax Teller.

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"You've got to be fucking kidding," you mumbled under your breath, seeing the low tire pressure light illuminate on your dash.

It didn't seem like that long ago you had finished paying off the loan used to purchase the new set of tires, and as you put your car in park and climbed out of the driver's seat, you prayed it just needed some air and wasn't completely flat.

"Fuck."

The tire was smooshed right against the hot asphalt, and crouching down to run your hand along the circumference of the wheel, your fingers caught on a screw buried into the rubber.

At least you weren't rushing anywhere in particular, you thought, having only been on your way to grab yourself a coffee from the cafe in downtown Charming, laughing in realizing the irony in the situation that you were meant to be saving money anyway. The silver lining was that your flat just so happened to take place about two minutes down the road from Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair, and with the sun shining and feeling pleasantly warm on your skin, you didn't necessarily mind going for a walk.

The gates of the entrance were open as you approached, the yard full of Harley's and various members of the nefarious motorcycle club along with some vehicles actually being repaired by mechanics, your presence quickly being noticed by everyone in the vicinity.

"And how can I help you, sweetheart?" a man with black, curly hair and soul-piercing blue eyes drawled, his pervy tone making you grin and tilt your head in amusement as he stood straight from leaning over his bike and puffed his chest out, his hands securing themselves on his belt to help draw your attention to his crotch.

"I have a flat," you began to explain, hooking your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of where your car sat abandoned on the road. "I was hoping someone could take a look and hopefully patch it."

"Yeah, probably, but there's something else I can definitely help you with."

"Jesus Christ, Tig," another man's voice sounded from inside the garage. "Stop preying on innocent people."

The sight of the man defending you made your heart leap into your throat, and suddenly the mid-afternoon sun wasn't the cause of the sheen of sweat growing on your skin.

Messy, blond hair that rested at his shoulders surrounded his gorgeous face like a halo, and if the blue eyes on the first man were anything to admire, his were like looking into an abyss that would swallow you whole.

He didn't shy away from looking you over up and down, a crooked smile dressing his lips that were surrounded by scruffy, bleached stubble, his smile only spreading more to create lines around his mouth when his friend walked past him and slapped his shoulder.

"See, told ya."

He strutted into the garage while still looking back at you obviously, nearly tripping over his own feet, leaving you and the living incarnation of Helios standing somewhat awkwardly.

He nodded his head behind you, "So, what's wrong?"

"Just a flat. There's a screw in it. I was hoping someone would have time to patch it for me."

"Yeah, let me take a look," he grinned again, squinting slightly from the bright sunlight as he wiped his oily hands on a rag he held.

You took note of his slender fingers and how rough and worked yet soft the skin on his hands looked, curious as to what else they were capable of, and how the way the large rings that adorned them enhanced the appeal to feel them on your body even more.

"Is it just down the road?" he asked, beginning to walk over to the wall where a bunch of keys were hung on hooks.

"Yeah, about two minutes," you confirmed, remaining in place.

He held a set of keys up and tossed them up in the air before catching them, "I'll go give it a lift, then. You can wait here if you want. Despite your first impressions they're all pretty harmless."

His smile had you nearly bursting into flames, and holding out your own keys for him to take, your fingers brushed each other, igniting even more heat within your body.

He winked at you as he walked confidently over to the tow truck parked on the far side of the row of bikes, allowing you the opportunity to eye-fuck him just as he had you minutes ago.

Even with how baggy his jeans sat on his lower half, you could tell he had a perfectly plump ass that would no doubt power some hammering thrusts, and his back and arms were shaped nicely by strong muscles that showed through his t-shirt and mechanic's shirt that had the sleeves torn off, making you bite your lip as you thought how this unfortunate event was proving to be anything but.

It didn't take long for him to return with your car being pulled behind the tow truck, flashing you another smile as he hung his left arm out the window, a cigarette hanging from his inviting lips.

You watched the production as a few other mechanics went over and began helping him, the assistance he received allowing opportunities for glances your way, his silent flirting making you flush and shift on your feet.

Within minutes the tire was off and being carried into the bay of the garage, and as he got closer to you, you were able to see the name embroidered in black thread on the right side of his chest.

Jax.

You mouthed it, the whisper of those three letters feeling like silk on your tongue, and you wondered how saying it out loud and on repeat in the throes of pleasure would make him react; all smiles and that boyish confidence shining brightly as he basked in your praise, or a brutal and claiming side coming to reveal itself after being encouraged by your mantra.

He slammed your tire down on the workbench closest to the door and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, smearing dirt and grime across it, and gave you a smile and a nod as he parted those luscious lips and started talking.

"So, you from around here?"

"Yup," you confirmed, placing your hands in the back pockets of your shorts to force your chest out a little further.

He hummed as he started to work, "I would've remembered a pretty face like yours."

"Do you say that to all the girls you help?"

Jax shook his head, his eyebrows rising on his forehead to crease it. "Nope."

He looked completely innocent despite it being a blatant lie that he could barely get away with, and you knew that was exactly how a man like him was likely to get everything he wanted.

"Well, I really appreciate you dropping whatever else you were in the middle of to sort me out," you thanked. "Jax…" you added, his name sounding sinful from how lusty your voice suddenly became.

He tucked his bottom lip in his teeth, smiling big even with the restriction, his eyes dancing and alight with mischief as his hands paused what he was doing.

"My pleasure."

His words were spoken with such conviction, as well as what you hoped was a promise or at least a hint at a request, and for whatever reason, the more you were in his presence and talking to him, the more daring and confident you felt yourself becoming.

"Is it?" you asked, watching as he leaned against the workbench, his forearms flexing and showing off the tattoo decorating his right one, his glare serious and almost threatening while his lips continued to feign innocence.

"I think it's going to be."

Time passed too quickly for your liking, your very effortless and charged conversations with Jax tempting you into driving the pocket knife that you kept tucked away in your purse into one of your other tires just so you could spend more time with him; his efficient handy-work resulting in your tire being back on your car and good as new in the fastest forty-two minutes of your life.

“You're all set there, darlin’,” he drawled, squinting at you in the beaming sun with a crooked grin as he wiped his hands on the rag he pulled back out of his jeans.

“Looks like it. Thank you.”

“You have somewhere you need to be?” he asked, leaning against your car comfortably.

“Not necessarily,” you answered, part of you praying he would extend an invitation to something that involved you staying longer and having those lips that were still curled into a smile pressed against yours. They were perfectly shaped and full and impossible to stop admiring, and the fantasy of learning how good they would feel refused to quit playing in your mind, deeming him a talented kisser without even knowing.

"How much do I owe you?" you asked, the assumption that this repair would cost the equivalent of at least twenty of those speciality coffees you were on your way to getting making a pit settle in your stomach.

His bottom lip tucked between his teeth and he chewed on it while still managing to grin mischievously, the brightness of it reaching his eyes.

"I think we can work something out."

You swore you had to be dreaming, finding yourself being led through Samcro's clubhouse and down a hallway where you were continuously stopped to be pressed against the wall and kissed until you were breathless, the sound of your bodies slamming against the wood panels and your shared laughs drowning out the loud music coming from the common area.

It always felt good to be right, you thought, your speculations that Jax knew how to kiss exceptionally well turning out to be more than correct, the way his tongue claimed your mouth and his lips sealed against yours making you quickly abandon all morals and sense of reality.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he walked backwards with you into a room, the scent of stale smoke mixed with a bit of weed overpowering the hint of cologne that lingered, and once inside, Jax pushed the door shut and shoved you up against it.

He slowly peeled his face away from yours, taking a deep, steadying breath, his eyes trailing from your chest up to your lust-drunk eyes while his arms braced on either side of you to cage you between him and the door.

"We do accept cash, too," he smirked, his smile growing when you laughed and shook your head.

"I'm afraid I don't have any on me…"

"See that's too bad," he said, his tone falsely serious. "Non-paying customers tend to get fucked in a situation like this…"

The emphasis and double-meaning he put on that one sinful word made you ache and visibly squirm, and you did your best to keep your hands to yourself while you waited for him to move first, only to fail miserably.

You gripped at the edges of his gray mechanics shirt at the same time your mouth crashed against his, peeling it off his arms with his help as you walked forward, forcing him backward into the middle of the room where he ran into a chair, causing both of you to laugh between kisses.

Next came his somehow still freshly white t-shirt, the pure glee that overcame you when you whisked it over his head and laid eyes on his smooth skin and impressively ripped torso making you feel dizzy, and trying to get to the rest of him as quickly as you could, you hurried to unbuckle his belt and send his jeans that were already half-way down his ass to the floor.

You glared at him hungrily as you reached out for his hard cock that strained against his loose boxers that managed to be an even brighter white than his shirt, and stroked it through the cotton appreciatively, watching his head tip slightly back and his eyes close as he succumbed to your touch.

"Fuck," he chuckled, his abs contracting as he did, hooking his thumbs in the waist of his trunks to get rid of them.

"May I?" you asked, the innocence in your request contrasting heavily to how impurely you were looking at him.

"Since you asked nicely," he drawled, holding his hands up away from his body to allow you to do whatever you wanted.

With an excited and satisfied grin, you tugged on his shorts, your mouth instantly watering as his cock sprung free from them and bounced wildly before you, his size and girth and perfectly veiny shaft confirming that the man standing proudly naked before you was utterly perfect.

"Like what you see, darlin'?"

Rather than answering, you wrapped one hand behind his neck and pulled him into you, kissing him madly and desperately while your other hand took hold of his silky flesh and pumped him slowly from tip to base, feeling him flex in your palm.

You basked in this for a couple of minutes until Jax regained control and guided you somewhat forcefully over to lean against the edge of the desk that sat against the wall, his thigh wedging between yours as he gathered your wrists in his one hand and held them up over your head, his other one left to trail up your side, pulling your shirt up along with it.

His mouth attacked your neck while he teased you, the sensation making you roll your hips on his thigh to get some friction on your needy pussy, and when he growled as he got to your breasts that you hadn't bothered to restrict in a bra today, you nearly came undone.

"Fuck, you're hot," he muttered, roughly tearing up your shirt to remove it from you, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him before diving to your mouth again, his hand squeezing at the fullness of your chest and pinching your nipple between his fingers.

You whined into his mouth and arched your back in order to get closer to his touch, your body begging to be used by him in any way possible, this self-made porno you were suddenly living out making you hornier than you've ever been before.

"Are you gonna fuck me, or what?" you asked, his keen attention making you feel bold and powerful.

He chuckled and shook his head, his blond locks moving with the action.

"Patience, darlin'. You need to remember who's paying who here."

You nodded and smirked, pushing off the edge of the desk to take hold of his cock again while you slowly sank to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes to see a very satisfied and eager look on his face.

Pressing your lips against his smooth tip, you spread the precum that leaked from it across them and stuck your tongue out, that first delectably salty taste of him making you swallow thickly as your mouth watered, your thirst for him skyrocketing. You gripped the base of his shaft as you eased him inside your mouth, taking him slowly inch by inch until you reached your hand and your nose was tickled by his flaxen hairs.

Bobbing on and off of his length and swirling your tongue around his head each time you passed it, you worked him steadily with your hand, the sound of his appreciative curses and groans making you squirm and shift on your knees and moan as well, taking him deep into your throat so he could feel the vibrations on your windpipe.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he hissed. "That's it, baby."

His praise sent a shiver down your spine, making your nipples harden even more in addition to you gagging on him each time he pounded the back of your throat, the way he bucked his hips and lightly held your head in place encouraging you to want to be wrecked by him in whatever way he saw fit.

He laughed in disbelief as he gently held your chin and told you to stop, mad at himself for doing it, but not ready to end this with you yet.

"Fuck, you're good. That pretty little mouth of yours sure has some talent," he purred, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth.

"Then you should've let me finish…"

Jax chuckled again as he helped you up off the floor, a sound that made you melt each time, his eyes shining with a playfulness that matched his cheeky smile.

"Oh, no," he said, his eyebrows creeping up his forehead. "Your debt isn't going to be repaid that easily."

Your breathing became shallow as the way he looked at you turned from kind and light-hearted to intense and almost dark, and he grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, stealing your breath from you as he leaned into you in an overpowering way, his cock poking you and reminding you of its impressive size that you were about to have to try to handle.

He snuck a hand between your heaving bodies, cupping between your legs where an intense heat radiated, and began to rub your pussy through your shorts with a taunting pressure.

"This pussy's gonna feel good, isn't it?" he asked, dragging his hand harder over the material that kept you from him, the whole act and his question driving you mad. "I bet it's nice and tight…"

"Fuck, yes…" you whined, grinding against his hand even more, your head tipping to the side in an offering for him to kiss your neck.

He did, granting you one of your many wishes, sucking and nipping at the tender skin where your pulse hammered frantically.

After another minute or two of torture, you raked your nails up along his back, feeling desperate for him to give you what you so badly needed.

"Please, Jax," you begged. "I'm so wet."

He pulled away from your neck, kissing your swollen lips sloppily as he removed his hand from between your legs.

"Yeah? Lemme see, sweetheart…"

With deft fingers he ripped open the button on your shorts and tugged them down your thighs aggressively, his pupils blown wide when he noticed how your slick had darkened your panties and soaked them through completely, the corner of his lips curling upward menacingly.

He leaned in and kissed you again, a little sweeter this time, a display of his appreciation for how ready you were for him and how much he was enjoying this game with you.

That only lasted for so long though, the more he danced his tongue with yours the more he felt completely out of control, the need to drive his cock into you coming to the forefront of his mind once again just as it had since the minute he met you.

He released your cheeks from his gentle hold and used both of them to grab onto the side of your thong, tearing them off of you barbarically, the sound of ripping cotton making both of you more feral than before.

You sat up on the desk, holding his head to keep him kissing you as he settled between your legs, his cock nudging your inner thigh dangerously close to your center. It was all heavy, panting breaths and the sound of teeth clashing together as you went at each other furiously, your fingers making a tangled mess out of those gorgeous blond tresses, your nails no doubt leaving red scratches all over his pale skin.

With a sharp inhale to catch his breath, Jax broke the messy seal of your lips enough to look down at you naked and spread beneath him, slipping his fingers slowly through your wet folds to gather your slick on his fingertips, admiring you before slamming them inside you deep enough that his rings prevented him from going any further, pumping in and out before hooking them to massage your g-spot.

Your cries filled the room, the build-up to this making everything feel more intense than you could bear, your hips moving to meet the tempo of his hand enthusiastically and instinctively.

"You want that dick?" Jax asked breathlessly, his cock throbbing and ready to explode if he held off any longer, the sensation of your pussy clenching his fingers and coating them with your juices making it worse.

He was always diligent about wrapping up when it came to sleeping with new chicks, but something about you made him want to bury his bare cock deep inside you and drive into you again and again, the thought of seeing your cunt leaking with his load sending him into a fury.

"Yes…fuckkkk!" you screamed, your consent barely past your lips as he pushed into you, stretching you out over his thick girth.

A shuddered breath escaped your lips as you sought to adjust to his size, Jax giving you no mercy as he immediately started hammering into you with ruthless force.

By the time he had rammed himself into the deepest part of you, you were both so close to falling apart, not taking long to get each other right back to the edge where you had been left hanging, the rhythm chosen by him and matched by you one that was sure to put this desk through the wall in no time.

It shook precariously beneath you, and it seemed the threat of breaking the damn thing only spurred Jax on more, his brutal thrusts increasing as he worked even harder to ruin you.

His skin became slippery as he began to work up a sweat, your hands gliding over his shoulders and up the column of his neck as you tried to hold on to him as best you could.

His praise at how good you felt was broken up by a variety of curses, the way he sounded as he got so lost in you making the pressure in your core erupt rapidly, and you strangled his cock through your release, soaking him enough for you to hear the lewd squelching through your mind-numbing euphoria.

"Fuck!" he roared, his last thrusts slowing in pace as you coaxed out his end, his cock pulsing inside your choking walls and filling you up with his hot cum in vicious spurts.

His sweaty hair was stuck to his forehead as he leaned it against yours, chuckling while he fought to catch his breath.

"That was…"

"Yeah…" you panted, hardly able to believe just how incredible it was, your whole body tingling and alive with pleasure.

He smiled against your lips before kissing you sweetly, humming into your mouth while he remained inside you, wanting to relish in the after effects for as long as he could.

You made out until he eventually slipped from you, the loss making you whine and you both to slowly cease your kisses.

“I've never done anything like this before,” you admitted, feeling totally liberated in your behaviour as you watched his sweaty, naked, and absolutely perfect form step away from you, his smile beaming at you once again.

He winked at you, “Me neither," and ran a hand through his hair to try to fix the mess you had made of it.

“For some reason I don't believe that," you chided, tilting your head as you remained in your spot, his cum starting to drip out of you.

“You shouldn't," he purred, strutting back over to you, his eyes fixed between your legs where you could tell by his expression that he enjoyed what he saw.

He held your waist, his head tipping to the side as he looked down at you, his voice low and lusty when he spoke.

"Still have nowhere to be?"

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louloulemons-posts · 11 months

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Newts and Water Hyacinths

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Deciding to spend his day with his favourite girl, Eddie goes to her home, but where is she?

Word Count : 1.2K

Warnings : Pure fluff, use of Y/N, potential incorrect information about plants, pet names, reader is basically the child of Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, kisses, Eddie is whipped lol.

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Eddie coming over wasn’t a new thing at all, you were friends for a year or so before dating so him being at your home was a common occurrence.

He knocked on the front door before pushing it open and letting himself in. “Honey I’m home,” he called out, chuckling lightly. No response. “Baby? Where are you?”

Wondering through the lounge and the kitchen he couldn’t find the girl he adored so much. Jogging up the stairs, fingers tapping on the bedroom door before he entered.

Cosy and neat-ish, well your neat. Plants all over the room in various sizes and colours, books stacked upon books, notebooks and journals overflowing with drawings and facts about animals and plants, shells and pretty rocks sat on shelves. Not here either.

Eddie tried not to panic but couldn’t really help it, there was only one other place you’d be. He pushed back the nets on your window slightly and sighed with relief.

The small stream sparkling in the days sunlight. Stood in patchwork dungarees, and wellie boots, a smile noticeable from miles away, was you, Eddies favourite person.

Many people couldn’t believe that you and Eddie were dating. His mean and satanic appearance making it seem impossible for him to be with someone so kind and loveable.

But you were one of the few people who saw through Eddies outer layer, saw him for the sweet and gentle boy he really was.

Smiling to himself Eddie headed back down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the back door. Wandering down to the beautiful stream. “Hey Sweetheart!”

Looking up from your crouched position you smiled at the curly haired metal head. “You found me.”

“I’ll always find you. Figured if you weren’t in the house, you’d be here. Found anything.”

Nodding and brushing a stray hair away from your face you picked up a water filled jar that also held a small newt. “Aren’t they cute Eds?” you asked, standing up to show him.

“It’s a red spotted newt, they’re not normally from places like this, so I might take them inside. Get dad to take a look, make sure they’re safe,” as you explained, he watched your brows furrow in slight concern for the creature.

“That’s a real sweet thought, I think it’s a great idea. We might have to get them somewhere a little bigger to stay though,” he suggested, to which you nodded.

Picking up one of your journals from the slightly damp grass, you passed the jar to Eddie. Climbing from the steam a ramble began, “I drew a couple of water hyacinths too, which isn’t great, I’ll have to tell mom. They can be really invasive, they’re actually a hazard for boats and grow really quickly!”

“Is that right?” Eddie said, sliding his hand into your free one, holding the jar with their newt buddy in the other. “Mhm it’s real pretty Ed’s but so dangerous!”

“Like you?”

“Me?!” your eyes widening as you looked at the boy.

“Yeah baby, just like you. So pretty, but you’re almost like a siren!”

“How?”

“Everyone just loves you. All wanna be your friends, or more. You have to let them all down easy cause you’ve got your bunch already.”

Nodding in agreement, “‘M not dangerous though Eds.”

“With eyes as pretty as those baby, you could make anyone do anything you wish. Trust me I know.”

“You know Ovid said that Sirens were friends of the Goddess Persephone, they were turned into monsters when Hades abducted her.”

“How do you keep all that knowledge in that head?”

“Dunno. It’s nothing useful though,” you shrugged. Motioning to the bench near the back door Eddie placed the jar down, “Sit.”

You complied. “Its interesting though, and some people will think it’s useful, depends who you talk too.” He squatted down, gently taking you boot covered foot in hand.

“Hm, maybe.”

“Definitely, do you know how much I hear Henderson praising you and saying how cool you are for knowing all this stuff. Even Sinclair Junior thinks it’s awesome and nothing impresses her,” he laughed, pulling the red boot off and placing it next to the bench to dry.

Wiggling your toes, Eddie smiled at your multicoloured thick socks. “Erica’s a sweetheart.”

“So are you, saving that newt, saving the steam from those flowers, saving me from being a lonely old grump.”

That did make you laugh, as he pulled off the other boot you spoke, “You’d never end up alone, so many people love you. Including me.”

“Yeah? You love me?” he grinned, it wasn’t a phrase you’d really said to him before.

“Yeah Eds, I love you a lot. Favourite person and all. Only person who I share everything with.”

“I love you too, and thank you for that, love your rambles. Love everything about you sweet girl.”

Standing up his full height he took her hands, “Careful, climb up on the bench, don’t want you dirtying your socks.” Slowly standing up, keeping your hands in Eddies, now taller than him.

Leaning down you softly pressed your lips to his plush ones, arms wrapping round his neck and legs around his waist. Pulling away you spoke, “Don’t drop me.”

“Never,” he stated, pecking your lips again.

“I’ll come back for you in a sec buddy,” he said to the orange amphibian in the glass jar. Placing you down on the counter, Eddie could only beam at you, pushing falling strands of hair behind your ears he kissed you once more.

It was always something that made your heart feel like it’d come out of your chest. Fingers running through the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly so he’d know not to stop.

If you didn’t have to breathe, you’d never let him stop, never ever. Would kiss him for the rest of time. Breaking away with a chuckle, Eddie rubbed his thumb on your rosy cheeks, kissing there too.

“You go and find a bigger home for our friend and I’ll go fetch ‘em and your journal, okay?” Words weren’t working for you at the minute, mind still racing from the kiss, so nodding would have to do.

Jumping down from the counter gently, you rummaged though the cupboards for a suitable waiting space. Perfect an old fish bowl, “Hey Eds we’ll have to make a trip back down to the stream,” you called out.

“Why’s that?” head popping round the door, and placing the jar and book on the side, Eddie wandered over. “Need the water, don’t want the little guy to get sick. Too much change can’t be good.”

“I’ll go, you stay put,” kissing your cheek once more, he grabbed the fish bowl and wandered away. Watching him walk down the garden, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were.

Having someone so kind, so considerate, a great friend, and even better boyfriend, just someone who you never had to pretend with. You could just be Y/N and he could just be Eddie. And that was perfect for you.

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prof-mono · 4 months

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my interpretation of dalv! i'm aware his hair isn't detailed as being curly in canon, but i really enjoy the way he looks with wavier/curlier type hair, it suits the vampire aspect of his character a lot in my opinion. also yes, i gave him a skirt, because dalv would absolutely rock a skirt, and we all know it.

the back parts of his cloak have also reached around the front to become a similar shape to bat wings. i thought it'd look pretty cool to lean into his clothing potentially adding to his overall aesthetic a bit more :)

hoping to draw some more interest related stuff if art block doesn't decide to screw me over again!!

i've been really getting into UT:Y these past few days, and i have an abundance of fanfiction ideas swimming through my mind at the moment. all i really need now is the commitment, and considering how this UT:Y brainrot has been faring so far, i think i'll be able to finish up a couple of them. here's to hoping!!

regardless of all that, have a dalv! isn't he cute?

#undertale yellow #ut yellow #uty #uty dalv #undertale yellow dalv #dalv #fanart #my art #sketches

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dazealigner · 4 months

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also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?

#julien baker #julien baker fluff #julien baker x reader #boygenius #boygenius x reader

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valuunit · 8 months

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Yearly Styles' Family Awards

Summary: in the middle of a pandemic, the Styles kids want to recreate an award show like the ones their parents used to go to.

some adorable and cute inexistent scenarios to cope with life :)

Content: husband!dadrry x wife&mom!Y/n (fluff), kids. Mention of covid and the pandemic (2021/2022), she/her Y/n. Food (kinda). A slight reference to sex (nothing deep, there'll be time for that ;) ).

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it. It’s not proofreader yet (☞ ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞.

“Honey, honey, no, no, no. Mum's busy right now.” Harry whispered carrying his daughter who was trying to enter her mother's office.

“But I want to show her my drawing. And I want more paint." she squirmed in Harry's arms, trying to go back.

“You can have all the paint you want, but in a couple of minutes, remember that mommy's getting an award? That's why we baked the cake.” Harry was on his knees distracting the fidgety girl.

“You mean I baked it?” she giggled.

“Oh, so that's how you treat your assistant?” Harry combed the rebellious curly hair of Melody. She continued giggling.

“I thought there weren't gonna be fans waiting for me this time.” an optimistic voice said. Y/n, with sweatpants and a pretty blouse, was admiring her family.

“Mommy!” the girl jumped into her arms, Y/n rapidly caught her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, sunshine. What happened here?” she pointed to the pajama top of her kid, with chocolate and paint stains all over it, and looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow, he just smiled like saying 'sorry'.

“I made you a cake and a drawing.”

“Lie!” exclaimed Harry standing back up with a jump.

Melody held onto her mother's neck tightly and exclaimed, "Don't listen to him!".

“I left for thirty minutes!” she slowly put her daughter down because she was starting to strangulate her.

Harry softly laughed and went to hug her. “Congratulations, love. I'm proud of you.” and then he gave her a kiss.

“Thanks, H.” their little bubble popped with a cry, their baby boy. They giggled.

“I'll go, and let you see the cake that Mel and I made for you.” he gave his daughter a final look and Melody shook her head with a smile.

“Okay, I also want to see the cause for this colorful mess” Y/n returned her attention to the little girl, who grabbed her hand and let her into the kitchen.

“What did you win, mommy?” she said sitting on the island.

“Well... I'm not gonna bore you, but every year there are events to recognize the work of people, this time was for the book that I wrote.”

“The one with my drawing on the cover?”

“Yes! I guess you're also a winner” She giggled at the expression of the kid, she looked amazed.

“Where is it!”

“I think it's arriving in a couple of days.” she pinched the girl's nose.

“Why can't you go? I remember that you and daddy went to other places for more awards before.”

“Baby, remember that we have to stay at home, it's not safe right now.”

“But it will be?”

“Of course, honey. One day it'll be safe and perfectly fine, and one day you can go to those events if you want to.” Y/n couldn't help but feel sad and nostalgic, she brushed a piece of hair off of Mel's face to caress her puffy cheek.

“Of course I want to! Can I go with all the pretty clothes and makeup that you use? Or like the daddy's suits!”

Y/n laughed, getting herself as excited as her daughter.

“Well, one day, I promise.”

“But we have to start planning everything now.”

Mel's green eyes, incredibly alike to Harry's, looked at her hopeful, she also put her hands together in the form of pleading. And how could she say no to that adorable package, and an even better thing than just putting on clothes, something bigger?

“I have another idea..”

The famous chocolate cake just sat on the counter, while the mother-daughter duo ran upstairs.

“How's he?” said Y/n entering Daniel's room.

“Just wanted Puffy,” Harry said leaning in the crib watching adoringly his son playing with his beloved bunny plushie.

“He's a simple little man.”

“Let him be.” her husband turned around to face her. Y/n grabbed one of his hands and change the tone of her voice to a very sweet one.

“So, I was talking with Mel... we were talking about the award shows and that stuff, and I kinda made the suggestion of making an event here... like, right now, well no, tomorrow but you know, the assembling and that.”

“Okay.” he laughed. “So, we're hosting an award show.” she nodded “That's adorable, my love. I love it.”

“Uf, I knew you'll like it. Thanks, sweetheart.” she kissed his lips lightly. “I'll watch him from now on, go help Mel.”

“I'm expecting an award,” he whispered patting her bum on his way out.

“Dad!” Mel's high-pitched voice made its way into her parent's bedroom. She sounded desperate.

“What's the matter, honey?” Harry walked into her bedroom in full glam. He was wearing one of his old suits from Live on Tour just testing if it still fitted him.

“I don't know what to wear.” his daughter groaned, some cute dresses and suits on the carpet of her room.

“What about this one?” he took a plain black suit, in his opinion an adorable piece.

“It's too simple. I want one like yours.” she pouted and pulled from the shiny fabric of his blazer. His heart melted.

“Aw.” and then it hit him. “Oh, wait. I think I have one like mine for you.” he grabbed her hand and let her into his bedroom.

He dug up in the closet. He knew he kept the suit from the Kiwi music video. At that time Melody was barely a two-year-old but he treasured it for the right moment, now for example.

“Yeah, here. Do you like it?”

“Wow. Yes! It's so beautiful. Thanks, daddy!”

Harry's deep voice said quietly, "Tomorrow is the big day. You should try to get some sleep."

“I'm just finishing this” answered his wife, she was holding a paintbrush with which she was completing a cute banner with the words 'Yearly Styles' Family Awards'.

“Yearly Styles' family awards?” he whispered “Clever, love.”

“I know you're joking, but thanks.”

“Need any help?” he said sitting on the edge of the couch watching his wife in awe.

“You can cut out some circles in those sheets. Just use the red, yellow, and blue.”

“Mhm,” he mumbled quickly doing so.

Y/n looked up from the 's' she was working at that moment. She watched the ellipse-shape-like circles in the hands of her husband, recalling him wearing his old suit, he looked so similar and yet changed so much at the same time. It made her head hurt thinking of all the time that have passed since they ever met.

She was beginning to be a recognized lyricist in the pop industry and ended up writing songs for the album Midnight Memories. One day, when she was having a meeting with Louis Tomlinson, showing him a couple of songs, Harry walked into the hotel room.

At first, Harry rapidly exited the room, shouting sorry's, thinking they were in a private moment, but soon after they got presented by Louis.

“M'Harry. Nice to meet you. And, you know, sorry.”

“I know. Y/n, don't worry, you did nothing.”

“'kay, now, can we get finished? I want pizza...” Louis groaned like a toddler.

“Calm down, mate” said Y/n imitating his accent. He shoved her off and grinned, she didn't knew why.

Shortly after she began to encounter Harry very often. They began to talk more and grow closer, and when they exchanged phones they talked every single day via text and facetime, something they still do to this day.

Almost a year later they began to date. The relationship was kind of secret, with just the guys from the band and family and very close friends knowing, until Y/n got pregnant two years into the relationship.

A lot was happening with the band's hiatus. All the eyes were on Harry and became impossible to hide from the public.

They went through a lot of public scrutiny and unasked comments since anyone understood how that relationship happened without anyone knowing, and the hate and nasty gossip only made their bond even more, just for Melody to make them inseparable.

All of that and more went through her head for just watching Harry with a suit from some years ago. That made her want to cry, happy tears.

“You okay, honey?” his deep voice snapped her out of her line of thought. She moved her gaze from his hands to his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay, I was just feeling melancholic...”

“About what?” he says leaving the scissors on the armrest of the couch.

“Watching you in your suit... Oh! And Melody's one, she looked adorable, I didn't know you kept it.” Y/n said standing up and walking to Harry, placing herself between his legs.

“I forgot to tell you, at the end I was asked if I wanted to keep some of the things, I wish I also kept the one I used.” his hands went to her hips as if they were magnets near some pure metal curve.

“Well, you still looked very handsome in the shiny jacket.” she grabbed the collar of his hoodie to attract his face to hers.

“I thought you said you liked me more in hoodies and sweatpants than fancy clothes,” he whispered looking at her lips.

“I actually like you more in your birthday suit, but you will always look great, even with a potato sack.”

“You missy, stop it now, otherwise I'm not responsible for what might happen later.”

Y/n just kissed him passionately. Her hands were still on his hoodie, while he's changed to her lower back.

The room had some light jazz in the background with the breaths from the couple as the protagonists.

Y/n pushed away from the kiss. “Wanna go to the bedroom?” she said quietly.

“What about this?” he shook his head towards the sign. He had a cocky smile, she knew he was just playing with her, but she can do that too. She liberated herself from his grip and turned her back to him.

“Oh, yeah. Well, I'll finish this-” and before she finished her sentence, Harry's hands were on her waist lifting her up. She squealed and giggled. “You're getting way too comfortable carrying everyone shorter than you around.”

He chuckled and let her go. “We can finish the sign tomorrow.” then he winked offering her his hand, which Y/n took. They walked to their bedroom as quietly as possible and locked the door.

“Mummy! Daddy!” a quiet knock startled the couple. Y/n jumped out of Harry’s embrace to put on something more than his hoodie she wore that night as pajama.

“A moment sweetie!” instinctively, she turned to the clock above the door, it makes 8 am. She groaned.

By this time, Harry was on his knees looking for the sweatpants he had been wearing the day before, which had probably been thrown away somewhere in the room a couple hours ago.

Y/n opened the door without expecting no one, she picked her head an turned around inspecting the surroundings quickly spotting her daughter carrying her brother out of his room.

“Even he was awake earlier.”

“I’m sorry, sunshine.” she kissed her head and blended over to take Danny, also giving him a kiss. “Good morning.”

“It’s okay, it was fun watching him blow bubbles with his drool.”

Y/n chuckled. Three out of four Styles walked into the master bedroom, Harry was standing next to the bed completely stiff. Y/n couldn’t help but let out another laugh.

“Good morning, daddy.” Mel we go to hug him.

“Morning. honey.”

“I have a schedule for today.” the girl said sitting on the bed.

“Really?” asked Y/n surprised. She loved the ideas of her girl.

“Yes! I was watching some videos and pictures. Is there a red carpet?”

“We have a beige carpet.”

“It’ll work.” she nodded with confidence. Harry and Y/n shared a proud look.

“Okay, little director. You can tell us about your plan at breakfast, how’s that sound?” Y/n said giving her a big smile.

“Can I have waffles?”

“Of course you can.”

“Yay!”

“To the left- no, the other left.”

“So the right...”

“No, my left your right.”

“We have the same left and right, darlin'” the both adults chuckled.

“What's taking so long! I want to start with the hair and makeup.” Melody entered the living room with two bags and a hair straightener.

“Where did you find those?“ Y/n said taking the black flat iron from her little hands.

“Your bathroom.” the girl simply said. “Is everything done? I already have the award winners.”

“Can we know who they are?” Harry asked playful.

“No.” Mel smiled.

“Not even the nominees?” Y/n continued.

“No, it's a surprise.”

“Fine, at least I won something?” her dad sat on an armchair crossing his arms and pouting.

“One, maybe two. But makeup and hair. Now.”

“You're being quite bossy today, Mel.” Y/n said ruffling through the curls of her daughter, Melody stood up and put a hand on her hip, forming an adorable pose. Both of her parents laughed, and so did she, hell, even her little brother. “I'll do the hair and you take care of the makeup. If you want there's some in my-”

“Third drawer on your closet's vanity.” she finished her mum's sentence walking to said vanity.

Y/n looked at her in disbelief and turned to look at Harry. “I swear, she's the perfect mix between you and me.”

“The best of two worlds.” he smiled as their baby was squealing, demanding some attention. Harry picked him up. “What are you going to wear today, buddy?” his baby just looked at him deep in the eye.

“Oh! I know. That cute suit with the gray vest.”

“The one mum sent?” His gaze returned to his wife. She nodded. “Ah, I love that little outfit, I want one for myself.”

“It seems like I need to wear a blazer and pants or I'll look left out of my family.” the woman giggled while playing with the little chubby fingers of her child.

“You know what you should wear?” she hummed in response looking at him again. “The Coperni vest with the matching pants.”

“I love you and your sense of fashion.” she kissed his lips.

“I imagine something purple” Melody put her hand on her chin thinking.

“I trust you, sweetie” Y/n had a sweatband stopping her hair from interrupting the process.

“You in purple and daddy in pink!” she clapped in excitement. “And me in blue and Danny in… black?”

“Maybe Danny can go without makeup, i think he’s skin is a little too sensitive for now.” she looked at her daughter with a warm smile.

“Yeah, you’re right mum.”

“Well, let’s get to work, I still have to do everyone’s hairs.” Melody smiled even more exited and went floor the products she needed.

“Not yours.” the voice of her husband creeped from behind, caressing her hair. “I can do it.”

“Uh. I don’t know if i trust you with hair. Remember Mel’s winter festival incident.” Harry looked at her with a offended look.

“It was just a slip, and her ear is fine.”

Melody returned. “I have a scar.”

“And I’m sorry, honey. But tell mommy how much I’ve improve.”

“Uh, well, you are better.” she shook her head in agreement. “You’re in… good hands mum.”

Y/n laughed and said “Okay, I’ll confide in my star stylist’s word.”

At the end Y/n ended up with a glowy cosmic like makeup, not bad for an almost 8-year-old, and a half ponytail, not bad for a Harry.

In Harry’s turn her daughter took a similar approach in his makeup, just different colors. She used a lot of glittery and bright colors, a lot of highlighter as well. Later his wife combed his hair very simple.

While Melody was doing her own makeup, with Harry’s assistance, Y/n was dressing Daniel up. He looked like a little gentleman from the 40s with his outfit.

“I want all my hair down.” said Melody, her hair ended up being just her natural curls better only better groomed, and with some shiny golden clips.

“It’s beige carpet time!”

Y/n staged her and Harry’s phone in two different angles to record the event as well as using a regular camera to take the pictures. The first one in pass was Melody. She wore her suit with admirable confidence, walked to the middle of the hall and pose for her mom. Some serious, some silly and done.

The next one was Harry with Danny in his arms. Harry was a natural in front of the cameras and as confident as his daughter. Danny was just giggling and going along.

Thirdly, Y/n, at first she felt a little self conscious, but with her family cheers she remembered there was nothing to be anxious about, she was in the confort of her own home with the people she loved the most. She walked through the soft material in her bare foot. She loved her outfit and according to Harry, she was rocking it. Harry took her photos.

And last but not least, they set up the camera to take a couple of family pics, most of which were very blurry, but it was a lot of fun.

no Then they moved to the living room, it was time for the award ceremony. Melody made six different envelopes with the confidential information.

“Good afternoon to everyone. I’m happy to announce the first event of the yearly Styles’ family awards.” she said standing on an old coffee table and with an unplugged karaoke microphone.

Y/n and Harry were sitting on the floor resting their backs in the couch, Danny was sitting between his mum’s legs.

Harry cupped his mouth and cheered. “Woo!”

“Thanks.” Y/n and Harry chuckled. “The first award of the day is…” Y/n grabbed an iPad and played a drum sound. “The best mum in the life...” she looked at the sign of the Yearly Styles’ Family Awards. “Am. If the year. Best mum of the year.”

“Oh god, who could it be…” Harry whispered with his hands covering his mouth.

“The winner is…” iPad drums. “Y/n Styles-Y/l/n!”

“Oh god, yes! Can you…” she passed the baby to Harry, and he gave her a peck. “Yay!”

The awards were origami pigeons, also made by Mel. Y/n received her first one, and hopefully not last, award. “Congrats, mommy.”

“Thanks, sunshine. Oh god. Ahm… I don’t know what to say. Thanks to the ones that made me a mother.” she look at her family sitting in front of her. “It’s the best thing that ever happened to me, it motivates me every day to wake up and see your beautiful faces and hear your voices. I love you, my angels. And a honorary mention to your daddy. It literally wouldn’t be possible without you.”

“Yeah, mamma!” said Harry.

Melody stepped back up and presented the next award. “Next… best dad of the year.” this time i read of a drums sound effect there was an ad. “Again. The best dad of the year…” drums. “Harry Styles-Y/l/n!”

“Yeah!” Harry punched the air. “Thanks, honey.” he carefully grabbed his pigeon. “Hm… Love, i’m gonna copy your speech, a little bit, I hope that doesn’t bother you.” He smiled to Y/n, who shook her head and smiled back. “Perfect. So, I always knew I wanted to be a dad, but i never knew that it would be this great. Waking up to see you is a blessing every time, I love you all more than anything. Thanks.” he blowed a kiss to his family.

“Great speeches tonight!” she exclaimed. “Okay. The next one is…” a different video of drums. “Best little brother/son of the year!”

Y/n stood up with Danny in her arms, he laughed don’t knowing what was going on. Harry also stood up cheering his son.

“Congrats, baby D.” his sister kissed his cheek.

“Look love, it’s yours.” Y/n took his pigeon and showed it to him.

“Ah!” he responded.

“So touching.” Harry said and hugged his son.

“Before the next award. We’ll go to an ad break a.k.a this little guy needs some food.” Y/n said before Melody went back to the podium. Y/n and Danny went to the kitchen.

“Daddy.” Melody said quietly. “I need your help.”

“What’s the matter?”

“There’s a category of best parent… I don’t have a winner. You are both the bests parents in the universe.” she whispered looking to the floor.

“Aw, honey, that’s so sweet.”

“I don’t want to make anyone feel bad.” she pouted.

“Well, we could ended in a tie.”

“That’s boring.”

Harry chuckled. “Okay. Ahm. I don’t know. A competition?”

“Like an eating competition.”

“Yeah… Or it could be race.”

“Ohh! A race with us on your backs.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a tie, honey?”

“Yeah, maybe it’s easier.”

“It’s easier for my back too.”

“Okay, old man. A tie.”

“Eh!”

“I need to make a new pigeon!”

After a new pigeon and a cop yoke of seconds later, Y/n walked into the living room. Danny’s head was in her shoulder, his eyes looked sleepy. “Ad break finished.”

“Okay, fifth award of the night. Best older sister/daughter of the year.” she stood in the low table and said “Am. Thank you to me, for this award. Thank you to my mum and dad for creating me and my baby brother, i wouldn’t be a daughter nor a sister without you, and yada yada yada. Ahm… yeah thanks, love you lots.”

“Woo!” said Y/n quietly.

“But the final and most competitive one. The best parent of the year…”

“Oh god.” Y/n gasped and covered her mouth.

“This was a tough one. But after some deliberation the result is.” the iPad’s sound went down a half, but it still played. “It was a tie. Y/n and Harry Styles-Y/l/n are the best parents.”

“That’s so cute.” Y/n left Danny laying on the couch. “Thanks, sunshine.”

“We did a great job in here.” Harry whispered in her ear before kissing her neck. His hands rounded her waist and gave her a side hug. Soon after Melody joined the hug.

That memory filled their brains and their phones’.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x oc #harry styles x y/n #husband!harry #dadrry #fluff

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sleekervae · 2 months

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New York Romantic .6

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a/n: Hi everyone, thanks again for your patience! This chapter is a little shorter and there's not as much dialogue as there is a lot of dancing. I had a lot of fun researching some of the dances for the Nutcracker ballet, and while I hoped to have this chapter up by Christmas, March 1st isn't so bad either 😅

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: tom attends noelle's recital

word count: 2,759

taglist: @watercolorskyy @carolanns-world @alana4610

Tom wasn't so sure how he found himself sitting across from Noelle's family at a local breakfast eatery, somewhere along his morning Franca had insisted that he come along. And it went without saying that he was grateful for the meal, it had been a while since Tom had the privilege of eating out while on his student budget.

Maurice was an investment banker who worked for a smaller banking branch in Maine, tall with a shiny bald head, a seasoned gentleman of respectable stature with deep smile lines and wise eyes. Meanwhile Franca was an architect, a lavish yet simply dressed woman with long auburn hair, and freckles were scattered across her cheeks and nose. Chiara was a couple years younger then Noelle, her curly hair was much more reminiscent of her mother's but it was easy to draw facial comparisons between the cousins. She was a senior at some fancy private school, and whatever was on her phone proved to be much more interesting then conversation with the table crowd.

"So, Tom," Maurice looked to him as he stirred his tea, "Have you always wanted to get into show business?" he asked.

"Not at first," Tom replied, "I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do at first, but my mum signed me up for some drama classes and my father worked in the film industry, so it all just kind of fell into place,"

"And where'd you grow up in England?" Franca asked, resting her chin on her locked fingers.

"York,"

"Oh, lovely! It's just North of Leeds, yes?"

"That's right,"

"Maurice and I were debating where to go for our fifteenth wedding anniversary, and I've heard such lovely things about that town," she said, "Alas, we settled on Marseilles and toured a bit through Southern France,"

"That sounds beautiful!" Tom awed, glancing Noelle's way, "Did you go, too?"

Noelle shook her head, "Nope, Chiara and I were manning the house for two weeks," she replied.

"It was so peaceful," Chiara added, her gaze still fixed on her phone. Maurice cleared his throat abruptly, staring down his daughter as she swiftly got the hint and put her phone away.

"Anyway," he then grumbled, "What do you want to do when you graduate, Tom? Theatre? Movies?"

"Movies, ideally. But I'd be open to wherever the wind blows me," he replied.

"I went to see his improv show last week," Noelle said, "He was really good!"

Tom shrugged, praying his cheeks wouldn't tinge, "I -- I mean I was okay..."

Noelle cocked her head down, giving him a playful glare, "Oh, c'mon. You were great. And I say so, so it must be true," she grinned. He couldn't help it then, Tom averted his gaze to his plate but nonetheless he was blushing.

Chiara scoffed under her breath, "You two are just adorable," she muttered sarcastically.

Tom watched Noelle roll her eyes, never the less her fingers fidgeted as she went to pick up her coffee cup. A sip of something to quell his dry throat sounded like a good idea, a pleasant cooling off before Tom could find himself swept up in the memory of that kiss yet again.

"Anyway," Franca cut in, "How's Bianca doing, Noelle?"

"Good!" Noelle nodded quickly, thankful the spotlight was off her for the moment, "She made it Maine just before the snow storm hit,"

"Is she gonna be back in time for the showcase?" Chiara asked.

"She's supposed to be back the morning of,"

Tom raised a brow, "Why didn't she leave after the showcase?" he asked.

Noelle shrugged listlessly, "She likes Christmas in Manhattan better,"

"-- Is Derek gonna come down?" Chiara asked, her interest seemingly peaking more than it had all morning. Derek was Bianca's older brother, as Noelle had told previously.

"I guess we'll find out," Noelle replied.

Maurice's gaze narrowed, "And if he were, what would you have in common with a twenty-six-year-old college drop out, anyway?" he asked gruffly.

Franca swiftly elbowed her husband, an urgent smile plastered to her lips as she stared him down pointedly, "Perhaps we can find something more relevant to talk about?" she suggested, turning back to Tom, "Have you been to any of the ballet recitals, Tom?"

Tom shook his head, "I haven't yet. This will be my first," he replied.

"We're so excited to see it. This will be Noelle's first big part in a production," she beamed.

Maurice nodded along, cutting into his egg-white omelette, "She's our little Sugar Plum Fairy!" he awed. None of them paid attention to Chiara's eye-roll.

Noelle grimaced, a bashful grin befalling her as Tom turned to her, "You didn't tell me that," he said.

She shrugged back sheepishly, "... Oh... didn't I?" she chuckled.

"No, you did not," he drawled back, "That's fantastic!"

"Well -- I still have a lot of practice to do before Friday, so we'll see," Noelle didn't like drawing too much attention to herself in that rhetoric. She was grateful for the opportunity, though nevertheless she knew the recital wasn't all about her.

"Are you gonna do her makeup, Chiara?" Franca asked her daughter.

Chiara shrugged back, glancing at her cousin, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Of course I do!" Noelle nodded, "I'm no where near as good as you,"

"Alright, sure then," Chiara barely got the words out as she turned to her phone once again.

Maurice took the conversation again, folding his hands before his plate and twitching his nose, "Tom, why don't you join us on Wednesday? We reserved a box for four,"

"It'll be a great view of the stage," Franca added.

Tom was flattered, though he didn't want to impose, "Oh, I don't -- I don't want to intrude on you guys like that,"

Franca shook her head, "Please, it's not intruding if we invite you -- that's what my mother always used to say, anyhow," she chuckled.

"Have you bought your ticket?" Maurice asked.

"Yes," Tom replied.

"Well then, you're already set up," he told him, "I insist, and we can head out for dinner after,"

Tom turned to Noelle, her smile was bordering on confident, but she hoped that he wouldn't feel too pressured. After all, she knew her family could be a bit much and they had all only just met. But he didn't see the harm; her family was so nice and the view of the stage was promised to be excellent. And if it meant having a better view of Noelle, who was he to pass that up?

"Alright, if you're sure I'll be happy join you," he decided.

Friday was the twenty-third, and despite Christmas Day being just around the corner, the hustle and bustle of New York never stopped. Neither did the cold. It hadn't snowed again but the nefarious east coast arctic fronts swept through the streets; icicles were formed off of passing trucks and the sidewalks and roads were awash in various colours of crushed melting salts. And the cold certainly didn't deter eager shoppers to tick off last minute Christmas gifts from their lists.

Tom wasn't sure what he was supposed to wear to a ballet recital, he didn't want to overdress but he certainly didn't want to look sloppy either. His mum had shipped over some more clothes a couple weeks prior, nicer slacks, dress shirts, a couple pairs of shoes that definitely weren't ice-friendly. Nevertheless, he settled for a white t-shirt and blazer jacket sat over some dark jeans, and his trainers that at least wouldn't send him skidding with one wrong move.

The last few days had flown by rather quickly, and surprisingly, Tom always found that he had something to do. Usually hanging out with Jordan; he introduced Tom to a plethora of video games ranging from Super Mario to Zelda. It was one of the few things Tom found Jordan didn't complain about. And when they weren't inside playing video games, they were out exploring Times Square.

And this worked out quite well because when Noelle wasn't spending time with her family, she was always rehearsing. But in the evenings they would spend time together, watch more movies and just relax. Tom was practicing his cooking skills as well, nothing too fancy but he perfected how to cook salmon in a pan and boiling rice. Noelle was grateful too, especially as her muscles ached from her practice. The more time they spent together, the more fascinated they became with each other.

The campus was typically closed for the holidays, making exceptions for shows such as this. Audience members were lined up just outside the auditorium door, shielded from the cold within campus but still bundled up in long or heavy coats, scarves and hats.

Tom found Noelle's family already settled in their balcony seats, Franca spotted him first and waved him down. And just as Maurice had said, there was an excellent view of the stage from their spot. The heavy red curtain was drawn over the stage, dim mood light reflecting off the material and back on the shadowy faces mingling in the crowd.

Backstage meanwhile was a calamity mess, stage hands rushing to finish prop placement, sets, and stage cues. The ballerinas were also making their last minute touch ups, makeup, hair, tutus, dusting their slippers in rosin and some even sewing their tights and ribbons to their slippers to keep everything snug and in place. Noelle however was dawdling behind the curtain, peaking out through the sliver at the side to skim over obscure faces.

It was a delicate balance, trying to locate her family without being too conspicuous, but after a bit of searching, she spotted them. Chiara was engrossed in her phone, bathed in the soft glow of the screen, while Uncle Maurice struggled to free himself from his coat. Aunt Franca was deep in conversation with Tom, who, despite the dim lighting, seemed to blend into the shadows effortlessly, though he appeared to be holding his own in their lively discussion. Noelle's stomach was aflutter, not from the performance unfolding before her, but from the sight of Tom. Her attention was fixed on him, and the magic of the evening's entertainment paled in comparison.

"Noelle!" Stanis' voice bellowed behind her, he was storming her way as Noelle turned, "Pre-show in two minutes!"

Tom found Franca fascinating. She was a captivating woman, full of vibrant tales from her travels to exotic locales. Her stories were peppered with encounters with intriguing characters from whom she had negotiated for unique souvenirs to add to her collection. Nevertheless, Tom's anticipation grew as he eagerly awaited the start of the show. His eyes couldn't help but flicker towards the curtain, eager to catch a glimpse of Noelle as the curtain would lift. His curiosity and excitement were palpable, adding to the charged atmosphere of the evening.

And sure enough the lights dimmed down to near darkness, a single spotlight illuminating a spot on the curtains. The theater was alive with excitement as the curtains rose, revealing a beautifully adorned stage set for "The Nutcracker" ballet. Tom sat back in his seat, his eyes wide with anticipation, taking in the magical scene unfolding before him. The stage was transformed into a winter wonderland, with a backdrop of snow-covered trees that stretched up to a starry sky. The stage was lit with a soft, moonlit glow, casting a magical aura over the scene. Glittering snowflakes fell gently from above, adding to the enchantment of the setting. The dancers moved gracefully across the stage, each step perfectly choreographed to Tchaikovsky's enchanting music.

The Miniature March Dance began, and the stage came alive with the lively and charming movements of the young dancers. They moved with precision and grace, their movements synchronized to the playful notes of the music. The choreography was intricate, with the dancers forming intricate formations and patterns, showcasing their skill and talent. Tom was captivated by the youthful exuberance of the performers, as were the audience, and the dance brought a smile to everyone's face.

As the performance unfolded, Tom found his eyes repeatedly drawn to Noelle, who gracefully moved among the dancers. Clad in a celestial white gown, she seemed to float across the stage, her every movement a dance of ethereal beauty. While she was currently a background presence in the performance, Tom couldn't help but be mesmerized by her presence, captivated by her effortless grace and enchanting allure.

Next came the Arabian Dance, and Bianca took centre stage. A hush fell over the audience. She was a vision of grace and lithe elegance, moving with a captivating fluidity that mesmerized all who watched. Her every movement was deliberate and confident, exuding a subtle but undeniable aura of cockiness.

Bianca's performance was a masterclass in control and precision, her movements perfectly synchronized to the haunting melody of the music. As she danced, she seemed to command the stage, drawing the audience into her world with a confident allure that was impossible to ignore. The Arabian Dance was no easy feat and Tom had to give Bianca credit where credit was due, however he couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved as her gaze always seemed to land on him time and time again.

Soon enough it was Noelle's time to shine. As the familiar notes of the Sugar Plum Fairy dance began to fill the theatre, Tom's gaze was immediately drawn to Noelle, who had taken centre stage. She looked radiant in her tutu, rose gold detailing shimmering in the lights, her gorgeous long hair tied back in a sleek up-do, and a delicate, shiny tiara placed upon her head. She looked like a true princess, her every movement a testament to her skill and grace. Despite the beauty of the dance unfolding before him, Tom found it impossible to tear his eyes away from Noelle, his admiration for her growing with each passing moment.

Noelle, for her part, felt a mixture of nerves and excitement as she danced. She had dreamed of this moment for years, to prove herself worthy of the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous excitement. However, as she danced, it wasn't the perfection of her performance that consumed her thoughts, but the way her stomach fluttered with butterflies every time she caught Tom's gaze. It was a feeling unlike any other, a mix of joy, nerves, and she could see the admiration and affection in his gaze, which both thrilled and humbled her.

As the dance reached its climax, Tom found himself holding his breath, completely captivated by Noelle's performance. She danced with a grace and elegance that took his breath away, her every movement a testament to her talent and dedication. He couldn't help but think back to the moments he had seen her exhausted, bruised, and drained after long hours of practice. He could only imagine the dedication and hard work she had put in to reach this point, and it filled him with a deep sense of admiration for her. All those late nights and early mornings had led to this moment, and as he watched her graceful movements across the stage, he felt a swell of pride knowing that he had witnessed a small part of her journey to this incredible achievement. He swore he could've watched her -- become lost in her -- forever.

As the final notes of the dance faded away and Noelle took her bow, the audience erupted into applause, but Tom's eyes never left Noelle, his adoration for her greater than ever. She glanced up briefly, trying desperately not to become so overwhelmed with the applause, and her gaze fixating on Tom once more. His beaming smile was all the validation she needed in that moment.

The show progressed on, right up until the final Pas de Deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Nutcracker. Tom watched among the crowd, his heart racing with a realization that took him by surprise. In that moment, he couldn't deny the truth to himself any longer. Watching her dance, he had felt something more than admiration or friendship. It was a crush, a flutter of emotions that he had been trying to ignore but now couldn't deny. Tom realized that he had developed feelings for Noelle, captivated by her everything. And if the previous few days had been anything to go by, there was a slim chance that she too felt the same way.

If only his own uncertainty wouldn't hold him back.

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Hold Onto Me.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: You are having a tough day and struggling with being overstimulated during lunch hour, your boyfriend Eddie can sense that you are at your limit and takes you away from the situation to allow you to decompress.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Unless you are triggered by the thought of adhd/autism overstimulation? This was written from a place of personal experience, I am not writing this from a place of objectifying or glamorising mental health <3 Or, if you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “hey :) i really love your writing, especially how it doesn’t just center on sexy stuff, sometimes it’s nice to just read some hurt/comfort or fluff! anyway, no pressure but if you’re open to requests i’d love if you did something where the reader gets sensory overload and (ever doting boyfriend) eddie notices + tries to help? taking them somewhere quiet to breathe, checking in to see what they need, maybe squeezing/rocking them to try to help regulate? it just seems like something eddie would be super thoughtful and attentive about. what caused the overload can be up to you, maybe a party or loud music or even just it being too hot out or something… just throwing some ideas, pick and choose what works in your opinion, i trust you with it!”

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It was all too much.

The sounds, the lighting, the mental stimulation.

It was all too much for your sensitive brain to handle right now. The cafeteria was roaring with everyone piling in and migrating towards their own friendship groups for the one hour of “peace” the students get from their classes.

Peace for them was like a nightmare for you, you could usually mask your discomfort fairly easily, but days like today had you already at your limit the moment you sat down at the Hellfire table.

Wincing a little as you sat, moving your head out of the way out of pure routine at this point whilst Eddie threw another one of his dried snack pieces at the younger members of their group. You didn’t know what they had done to warrant that kind of response out of your boyfriend, but frankly you weren’t in the right headspace to care.

It was probably something menial that your sweet boyfriend had of course overreacted to, that was the most likely scenario between the group. You had already zoned out of whatever conversation was happening around you, fiddling with the pull tab on the can you had placed in front of you, trying to block out the world around you.

“Isn’t that right, babe?” Eddie asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Huh? What?” you snap back to reality, glancing over at your curly haired boyfriend with a puzzled look on your face, eyes searching his face for some context for what you had missed.

“Nothing, nothing,” he dismissed, changing the subject, allowing for the rest of the group to be lost in conversation once again as they were so blissfully unaware of your struggle right now, “you okay?” he asked, voice hushed for you.

You offer a measly nod in agreement, clearly your acting wasn’t very convincing as Eddie had his little puppy dog eyes lingering on you, trying to show that he didn’t believe you without drawing too much attention to it. His gaze flickering down to see that you were gnawing at your lower lip and abandoning the can in favour of toying with the skin around your nails.

It all clicked in an instant for him, you were clearly overstimulated. A light bulb went off in his mind, taking a mere few seconds to put the context clues together and know that you needed an out.

He stood up without saying much, offering his ring clad fingers in your direction as he used his free hand to scoop your backpack over his shoulder. Taking your hand delicately and tangling your fingers together with a soft smile on his face, trying to reassure you that the struggling won’t last much longer. You stood on shaking legs, knees threatening to buckle, gripping his palm like it was your lifeline as you brush down your skirt with your free hand to preserve your modesty.

“Where are you guys going?!” Dustin cried out a little, confusing riddling his face as you both stood up whilst he was mid-sentence.

“We’re gonna go makeout, mind your business, nerd,” Eddie grinned down at the younger kid, ruffling up his hair in the process which elicited an annoyed groan from Dustin.

“Ew, gross, really?!” Dustin whined, throwing down his fork in dismay before rolling his eyes at the thought of you two disappearing in the middle of the day for that kind of behaviour.

Obviously you weren’t on your way to Eddie’s van for that purpose, but they didn’t need to know that. You were far more content having them believe that you were horny perverts than that you were struggling and needed to be alone. You’d tell them eventually, just not today.

You slip out of the cafeteria effortlessly, keeping your head down and focusing on the way that Eddie would squeeze your hand every now and again to bring you comfort as he escorted you to his van. Opening the door and placing your bag in the back before you both climbed in, him slamming the door shut behind you both and apologising for the loud noise.

“You want the headphones, sweetheart?” he offered, you nod once.

The van was the perfect place to come and escape to when you were overstimulated like this, it was dark, quiet, a little cold, it allowed you to decompress without judgement. Reaching into one of the pockets of his van, Eddie grabs out your noise cancelling headphones, turns them on and places them over your head to cover your ears.

Pressing a delicate little kiss to the centre of your forehead before sitting back to give you the space you so desperately needed. Letting out a sigh of relief you weren’t sure for how long you had been holding in, your body noticeably relaxes the second the world is silenced.

This had been your routine for as long as you could remember. If you were on the verge of a melt down and needing a break from reality, Eddie would bring you out here and just give you the peace and quiet you needed between classes.

Sometimes it would be the headphones, sometimes he would offer you a change of shirt when your collar felt suffocating, sometimes it would be just to sit in the dark when you started to get irritated with the synthetic illumination of Hawkins High. Every need was catered to, and you were eternally grateful to have such a kind and understanding partner to guide you through it all.

You’re not sure how long has passed, you weren’t focusing on the time, just the fact you were able to breathe again. Keeping the headphones on, you crawled the small distance between yourself and Eddie and clamber into his lap. His arms instantly snaking around your midsection to keep you safe, his lips on your forehead in an instant.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t force you to speak, he just held you and kept you grounded. Your security blanket in human form, that’s what he was. It didn’t take long before you were gently being rocked back and forth in his arms, the magazine he was reading was quickly tossed aside in favour of you getting in his lap, a small hum coming from his lips and even though you couldn’t hear it, the vibration of his chest was enough to soothe you.

You let your eyes slip close and focus on the rhythm of his breathing to lull you into a more relaxed state, squeezing your arms tightly around him to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere. Of course he wasn’t, but you liked the security in knowing he was trapped in your hold.

You hadn’t spoken the whole time since before you even entered the cafeteria, Eddie respected that. You knew each other well enough that he’s pretty sure you could communicate full conversations with just glances if you put the time into trying. You needed silence, he gave you that silence.

Eddie lets out a disappointed sigh at the sound of the school bell ringing through the cafeteria, it was so loud that it could be heard with ease from the van. No wonder you were over stimulated at times like these, that thing was absolutely obnoxious. Rolling his eyes at the sound, he then takes a deep breath before starting to focus on you once again, knowing he would need to peel you from your comfortable state and ease you back into reality, he hated this part.

Gently gripping the ear of the headphone, he pulls it away slightly from the side of your head so he can speak gently into your ear, nuzzling his nose against your temple as he did so.

“Sweetheart? We gotta get back in there..” he sighed, watching the way that your face tensed up once more at the thought.

You clung tighter to him, breaking his heart as he hated to be the reason you had to leave your quiet place. If it was up to him, he would let you stay here all day, classes and education be damned, but he knew you took your education seriously and he wouldn’t bet the reason your perfect attendance was halted.

Letting out an annoyed groan from your lips, you sit up a little in his lap and grumble whilst taking off the headphones and passing them back to your boyfriend for him to put away.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know…” he offers, trying to find some kind of consolation or compromise for ripping your shield away from you.

You weren’t mad at him, none of those noises were directed at him, he was a saint. You just hated the fact every little thing got to you, and that you had to return back to school, you just wanted to stay here all day and forget about responsibilities. Climbing out of his lap, not before giving him a kiss and a soft “thank you” for this break, you tug your backpack over your shoulders and let out another defeated sigh.

Shuffling your way out of his car with a grumble at the bright summer’s sun beaming down on Hawkins makes you want to rip your eyes right out of your skull. Stepping aside once you feel a gentle hand patting your backside, glancing to see it was a hint from your boyfriend to scoot out of the way slightly so he could shut the door without nudging you.

Eddie offers you a reassuring smile, doing his best to comfort you without touching you, knowing that sometimes even holding his hand could push you over the edge. Not because you didn’t adore holding his hand, but something as simple as too much human contact could nudge your limit of tolerance.

Reaching out, you wrap your small hand around his bicep, keeping a light grip on his leather sleeve as a compromise. You wanted to hold him, be held by him, but you both knew your limits, your thumb stroking back and forth along his clothed skin was reassurance enough for him that you were okay. Taking the dreaded path back in the direction of the school, Eddie opens the doors for you both and walks you back to class.

Luckily the next couple classes would be far less stimulating for you. One was your English class where you had a practise test, meaning the lights would be dull and you would be in silence, perfect. The other was a study hall session, which meant that you and Eddie could sit quietly at your desks and read notes at your own pace.

Sitting in silence at your English desk, soft smiled metalhead boyfriend just mere inches away from you as you both begun your practise test. As per usual, Eddie wasn’t actually focusing on the task at hand, his attention either drawn to keeping an eye on you or doodling on his notepad. Both of which you expected, as long as he passed this semester and graduated with you, you were happy, you didn’t intervene with his self-soothing habits.

He was more the type to tap his pencil against the table or hum to himself when he was restless, but he had to nip that habit in the bud when you were in these headspaces. He didn’t want to cause any additional stress to your already fragile state, hence the doodling.

You glance up from your test to see his beady eyes darting all across the room, restless energy oozing out of him. You two were polar opposites. He loved the bright lights, loud noises, constant movement and energy, and you were one for dim lights, soft sounds, finding one spot and staying there until your legs went numb. It’s why you worked so well together, you balanced each other out for a well-rounded compromise.

Reaching over, you subtly link your pinkie finger with his own, offering him a shy smile at the confused look on his face. It was your attempt at grounding him, letting him know that you were there and to offer a distraction from his own racing thoughts. He settled immediately, showing that same dopey smile that made you fall in love with him.

Gesturing to the test with your eyes, you notice that he hadn’t done much except fill out his name on the top corner. He was smart, nothing in the world could disprove that he as an intelligent guy, he just lacked the capacity to settle down and prove himself on paper. Whether it was his attention span or his “what does this shit even matter in the real world” mindset, his grades never reflected how truly intelligent he was. He was both book smart and street smart, the latter you were still working on learning for yourself.

He offers the most half-assed attempt at a pout, almost silently begging you to not make him focus on the test. Your eyebrow raising challengingly as if to tell him to just settle down and get on with it. You knew it wasn’t that simple for him, of course. He’s not avoiding taking the test because he was lazy, but you hoped that a little encouragement might jumpstart him to fly through the test in front of him.

He picked up the pencil, that was a start. You look a little helpful before he just begun spinning the object between his fingers like a drumstick. Rolling your eyes fondly, you just shake your head and go back to your test, a smile on your face as you pencil in your answers.

Some things never change.

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 2 months

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I have a couple of question-headcanons-idea thingies about Yves appearance if u don’t mind. So would Yves wear more gold or silver jewelry? Like I can’t decide whether he would have cool undertones or warm undertones. Cool undertones because of his sometimes very icy nature, steely stare and almost vampiric aspects of his nature. But also could be warm because of the motherly warmth and comfort he gives off, he reminds me of a hearth.

Also we gotta talk about how tall this man probably is like legit. Like you always describe him as tall and slender but it didn’t hit me until today that this man is probably a beanstalk. So like he was a model at one point which lets me know that he’s at the very least 6-6’3 naturally, now imagine the heels along with it, I dunno I personally think with heels he may be taller than Monty which adds to the intimidation factor.

Omg and his HAIRRR!! I always wondered what his natural hair texture is like whenever he doesn’t do blowouts. Like does he have naturally straight, wavy or even curly hair, I personally think he would have straight or slightly wavy naturally but I dunno, what r ur thoughts (if you have any, it’s okay to keep these things vague if u want)

(One day I will draw him Omg as u can see I have completely hyper fixated on him if I was reader I would be in his walls fr 😔)

Ou shid i am the opposite of minding, PLEASE DO SEND MOARR it also feeds my brain rot

anyways,

Yves only wears jewelry if it completes his look or it can aid him in manipulating people somehow.

When it comes to his outfits, he would wear silver if his clothes that day have cool undertones, and gold if it's warm and deep-toned. Yves could be your thermometer, if he knew that you're most likely to overheat that day, he would stick to cool neutrals. If it's chilly, he would don warm colors. Likewise with his choices in jewelry. Numerous other factors will determine his fashion, but the strongest influence is the weather and how he could use it to his advantage, making him much more appealing to you.

Yves's fingers are generally free of rings unless you and he were married. Then the wedding band will only leave his finger during certain situations such as performing surgery on you or cooking your meals. When he was younger, one of his favorite rings to wear was the brass knuckle. It would be a determining factor whether he beats his opponent into a bloody pulp, or he becomes one. As he grew older, he swapped that out with a quieter, secret compartment ring. A dash of whatever poison he decided to fill up that day does wonders without the mess and effort of throwing repeated punches. Perhaps you're particularly rowdy that day and wouldn't listen to reason, a little sedative would do the trick.

He does wear earrings though, mostly Diamond studded earrings because large or hanging ones would be more likely to snag on his hair and something else. He learned the existence of earlobe reattachment surgery through the hard way when he forgot to remove his hoops before a fight. But it doesn't mean he would never rock bolder styles, just rarely. During periods when he would wear his hair up, you would most likely see him wear pendant earrings that elongate the appearance of his elegant neck. Yves's extensive collection of jewelry he collected over the decade means you never see him wear the same set twice.

His height was kept vague because it would give me a lot of freedom to play with how he holds you. But just remember that he could carry you with one arm under your rear, on his hip, like a child. And to get to your eye level, he has to kneel. The height of his heels definitely depends on his goal and your personality, perhaps you're intimidated by his height. So he wears kitten pumps around you. However, to everyone else? Stilettos with red bottoms all the way.

Yves can wear flats or shoes, but why should he have to? He has worn heels for so long that it's actually much more comfortable to move in those torture devices. If you handed him a 20-inch lobster heel, Yves would walk or even run around in it as if he were wearing a pair of comfortable sneakers. His footwear must have at least a minimum of 2 inches on its heels.

If you pay close attention when he's barefoot, he's walking on his toes; he would be completely silent when moving around. But he's barely seen without some sort of footwear, even his home slippers have some height to it. This is mostly to alert you of his presence, so you won't have a heart attack whenever he greets you with a kiss on the back of your head.

His hair is implied to be naturally straight; he needed to sleep in silk curlers to look effortlessly gorgeous the next day. For the longest time, he hated his hair for not maintaining shape whenever he tried heat curling it. He wore extensions and wigs, and Yves tried shaving it all off to 'reset' his hair- that was one of the rougher patches in life he went through, he has experienced it all. Yves spent a good fortune on hairspray back then, he probably contributed greatly to the puncturing of the ozone layer. He wanted volume, he wanted structure, but he either didn't have the knowledge or the means to achieve that. Eventually, though, he learned through trial and error, through endless magazines and even research projects on how to care for his hair to look like his ideal. It's much thicker, healthier, and shinier than that of his past.

You wouldn't need to be in his walls, it's dusty there and you would get electrocuted with all the wiring in it. Yves wants you to come out so you would be in his lap, while he types away on his laptop. It's much more comfortable there, he wouldn't mind staying in the same position for hours and hours on end.

Just as long as you're fed, cleaned, using the toilet enough, and sleeping well. Yves will let you hyper-fixate on him as much as he hyperfixates on you.

But he knew that you wouldn't be able to even come close to his level of obsession towards you. And that's fine with him.

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 2 months

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Hi!! I just wanted to say first off that this is such a cute idea! I don’t usually do a lot of requests/asks but i could not pass this up!

-My name is Lara Lowry, I use she/her pronouns!

-I’m short (like 5’1”) and I have dark brown curly hair. i’m half irish and half nigerian so i look kinda mixed. i have really dark brown eyes that kinda just look black unless you’re really close or in the sunlight lol. i have olive skin, im kind of pale rn cause it’s winter!

- I am an ENFP-A and my enneagram is 2 if i remember correctly. i love very hard and get attached very quickly! my love languages are quality time and physical touch i think. I am somewhat outgoing but i love to be at home a lot too. I’m a cancer so im very emotionally charged and i wear my heart on my sleeve.

-i play the flute and piano, im in the wind symphony and orchestra at my university and i love it, but i also love to draw so im an art major! i enjoy theatre and singing. i love to write as well, i just wish i could be more motivated to do so. one of my dreams is to be a mother honestly and make a beautiful/loving home for my family!

-i really love a partner that is sort of grounding for me, like someone who can be my rock. (i am very codependent which is bad ik but definitely one of my flaws.) i love someone who is classy and gentleman like! i think chivalry is very attractive! i can be a little crazy sometimes cause i have ADHD so i also like someone who can be my calm counterpart but also be fun and crazy with me sometimes! ok this is very telling but i LUV gingers, they’ve always been my type. i also love me some scrawny white men lol.

-my b.o.b faves are definitely winters, liebgott, guarnere, webster… in that order :) so i would love to be shipped with any of them but honestly i love them all so i don’t mind!

i’m so excited for this and thanks! :D

Aaaaaa thank you so much for the request love!! 😁🥰

I ship you with…

Joe Liebgott!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - I Was Born to Love You by Queen

How y’all met

Ok so you were in Paris studying art and one day you were just vibing in an outdoor cafe doing some sketching

Liebgott was out with Luz and Webster just vibing on their weekend passes

Turns out they were at the same cafe!!

So you noticed the three of them hanging out and being Adorable so of course it’s sketchy sketchy time

You do this gorgeous picture of the three of them that just really captures the playful energy and happy vibes they were giving off

But Joe noticed you looking over and immediately is like wow she’s heckin cute

So he tries to catch your eyes every time you look up and he does a couple of times and just gives you THAT SMIRK YOU KNOW WHICH ONE and he can see you blush from his table and just thinks you’re SO CUTE

Joe decides to excuse himself for a second and saunters over to you, like, he needs to talk to you or else he’s gonna explode

“Couldn’t help but notice your pretty eyes kept looking over” he smooth talks as he takes the empty seat at your table

Before you can respond he sees your drawing and is just like

Jaw drop

Joe just drops all of his flirty smooth talking and in a sweet, honest voice, “you drew that? …that's how you saw me?”

Sweet boy just goes kinda quiet while staring at your drawing but he quickly snaps back to his senses, albeit a little frazzled

“Um, I’m Joe,” he says politely, stretching out a hand to you

Long story short he got a weekend pass to Paris any time he could and wrote to you every day

Lowkey you’d always put a little doodle on your letters back to him and he’d never admit it but all week he’d be looking forward to your letter and see what you drew this time

How he knew he loves you

So it’s one of the times when he got a weekend pass and y’all are having a picnic in the park just vibing and having a lovely time

All of a sudden a baseball comes rolling over to y’all and you notice a couple of itty bitty kids have started running over

You pick up the baseball and hand it to them and they start to apologize but you’re so sweet and they’re so stinking cute they just laugh and say thank you before running back to their game

Joe was sitting back watching the interaction and all he could see was you with a bunch of little Liebgotts

It just kind of hit him, he doesn’t want anybody else, you’re his person

As you’re coming back to sit down he takes your hand and just pulls you into his lap

Before you can protest he plants a soft, sweet kiss on your lips

“I’m in love with you, doll”

You can barely hear it but it still brings tears to your eyes

And you knew you found your person

A conflict and how y’all resolved it

So it’s after the war and you were back at home doing some sketches

It’s around the time Joe is supposed to be home but he’s still not home??

Finally you’re about to go to bed and Joe walks in the door

“Hey love! Long day at work?” you say, trying to mask your worry/relief as you give him a welcome home hug

“Yeah, something like that,” he replies half-heartedly as y’all go back and get ready for bed

This happens three more times in the week

You never get to see Joe, and when you do see him he’s too tired to talk

Not to mention the Intrusive Thoughts start happening

He can’t be seeing someone else…right?

So it’s finally the weekend and Joe has the day off

Or so you thought

You’re up and making coffee when Joe makes his way out

“Hey babydoll I’m gonna go try and get a few fares in,” he says casually, about to give you a goodbye peck on the cheek

Except all the worry and loneliness just kinda boils out of you

“Joey I haven’t seen you all week and now you’re picking up cab shifts on Saturday!?”

“Well I was just trying to make us some extra cash…”

“We’ve already paid our bills this month! Besides you could at least take today to be at home!”

The air is heavy while the two of you just stand there quietly

Joe has an anxious look in his eyes, looking everywhere but you as his hand comes up to the back of his neck

You notice and tears start welling up

“Tell me there isn’t someone else,” you’re barely able to make out without a sob accompanying your words

Suddenly Joe’s expression completely changes

His eyes immediately meet yours with shock and concern

“Baby is that why you think I’ve been out every night?”

You stay quiet and look down at the floor, unsure if you feel silly, embarrassed, frustrated, or some combination of the three

“Oh sweetheart…” Joe immediately comes over and wraps you up in a warm, tight hug

You let a few sobs escape as you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him

“You know I’d never do that to you love, shit there’s no one out there that even begins to compare to you,” Joe tells you in a quiet, sincere voice

“Then why have you been going out so much?”

Joe pulls away from the hug and looks down at the floor, almost appearing embarrassed

“I wanted to surprise you… I’m saving up for your birthday present.”

And you just ???? “What could you be getting that could need you to work so much?”

“I just always saw how you looked at pictures of Ireland and how you always say you’d like to go somewhere on a vacation…”

“Joey, are you saving up to take me there?”

“... I was saving up so we could fly first class and get a nice fancy hotel, you deserve the best…”

Now you start sobbing again but for a whole new reason

Joe looks at you again with concern when he hears you start crying again but you just take his face in your hands and give him the biggest kiss ever

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”

He winds up staying home that day ❤️

Your Happily Ever After

So y’all get married after the war and you move to San Francisco with your mans

You have twin girls who you both love to the moon and back

Your family is just as you pictured it and so much more - like it's so clear to everyone how much all four of you love each other

Every weekend you, Joe, and your girls are in the park trying something new

One weekend Joe is teaching them to ride bikes and helping them up when they fall

The next weekend they’re showing you the flowers that they drew cuz they wanna be artists like you

At the end of each day after you put the girls to bed you just sit on your couch with Joe and lean your head on his shoulder and life couldn’t be more perfect

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all always do family costumes for Halloween and it’s the best thing ever

One year you were superheroes

You and Joe were Superman and Wonder Woman and the twins were Batman and Robin

Another year you were Cruella and the three of them dressed as dalmatians

Nothing compares though to when the Easy Company Reunion fell on Halloween Weekend

So, unbeknownst to Joe, the three of you dressed as his friends for Halloween

Of course you dressed up as Webster

And the girls just begged to go as Uncle George and Uncle Joe

The only ones smiling bigger than Joe were Luz and Toye when they saw their mini me's

Joe keeps the picture from that Halloween in his wallet and another copy in his cab visor

aaaaaaaa this was so much fun to write!!! Thank you again for the ask Lara and for your patience 🫠 !!!!

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #band of brothers fanfic #ask #thicccqueyoongimin #hbo #hbo war #easy company #joe liebgott #joseph liebgott #my writing #emily shut up

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blueeandyellowmakesgreen · 1 year

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so @strangeswift gave me a writing prompt of will bonding with someone through art, and mike getting jealous and i got.. uh.. carried away 😁😁

anyway, hope you enjoy it!!

will finds himself painting a lot lately. due to their, er, current situation, it was hard to find the best art materials, but he guesses it was a perfect opportunity to try out more sketching just to get it out of his system.

he sits on an empty bench near hawkins high, currently waiting for mike to finish his volunteering shift. mike actually asked him to stay with him, but he insisted he needed some fresh air alone. he tried to ignore mike’s hurt puppy expression and the somber way he said ‘oh, okay.’ as he requested it.

he didnt know what he was drawing. he practically had two full pages full of scribbles that amounted to nothing, that it led him to exhale out of frustration. he places the crumpled pages close to him so he makes sure to properly throw it later. he hated not being able to make things. it was the only way to keep him distracted from his thoughts, but his mind just decided…not to cooperate. the brain’s funny like that. will’s brain is funny like that. he had the biggest art block since the entire world ended and all that could occupy his mind was his stupid unrequited crush. so sue him for not making the creative juices flow enough.

that is, until he sees a particular guy at his proximity. he looked like a student, and he was talking with his friends. he seemed cheerful, a bright spirit with the way his laugh projects from where will was sitting. long, curly hair brunette, with kind eyes. he was wearing an oversized polo with that was effortlessly tucked into his shorts. if will was staring any longer like a creep, he could have sworn he saw piercings under his nose too.

and before will knew it, will draws a stroke, then two. it didnt take long until he was drawing a wisp of the boy’s hair, building it up. absentmindedly, his hands begin to move on its own as he puts in a couple of short strokes in a certain area. the lines lead to a nose with a strong bridge. he transitions to putting quite some detail in the subject’s lips, and then the kind eyes will took in great detail of.

just a couple of details, some subtle shading and… done.

will marvels at his new creation, and he found it hard not to stare. mostly because he couldnt believe he was capable of drawing something this good. he believed at least, that it was enough to capture this person’s beauty, that was worth something. and even if he’s the only one he’d think that, he’ll hold it close. he lets himself be proud of this one.

‘’tsk. damn, i knew i was attractive, but…’’

will jumps at the voice behind him. as if on instinct, he swiftly fumbles to close his sketchbook and set it aside. his head darts from his sketchbook, to the guy behind him.

and after a few short glances, will concludes this is not just some guy. this was the guy who he was just fucking sketching in public and now he has no idea how to get out of this situation that doesnt make him seem like a creep.

but he also found it rude to leave the guy hanging overall. he takes a deep breath. whats the harm in digging the grave a bit deeper?

‘’h-hey, uh.. listen about this...i dont normally do this. draw like this in public.’’ will manages to croak out. smooth.

the boy’s kind eyes smile. ‘’but im just soo handsome that i broke that habit out of you? im flattered.’’

‘’i-im sorry, i didnt mean to freak you out. let me just..’’ will stammers, in the process of tearing out the paper where the sketch is. before he starts to crumple it, the boy suddenly holds will’s hand. will knew it was to stop him, but the fact a boy is holding his hand thats not a threat in any way is making his brain short circuit a bit.

‘’before you do that..can i see it?’’ the boy asks earnestly. will could only stare, incredulous. ‘’come on, its my face. i at least have a right to see it.’’

‘’it-it’s not really that good.’’

‘’ill be the judge of that.’’ he smirks, and gently takes the sketch off of will’s hands. he leaves him with a flirtatious smirk leaving will flushed.

he then turns his gaze onto the paper and continues to look at it for what seemed like an eternity for will. he scans his face for a reaction, but it looked like the boy was still making his final verdict.

will was dying. he didnt know why he cared about the opinion of this boy so much, but he did. hell, something must have possessed him, because the last time he drew a boy he found pretty was mike wheeler and he was basically his muse. he felt like he was betraying mike somehow, even if he never actually told mike he was the constant subject of a of his paintings.

will wanted to jump off a cliff from this humiliating revalation.

‘’you’re amazing,’’ the boy’s booming voice brings will back to reality. ‘’i love the way you shade. you brought out my features so well in a way thats you. like from this piece alone, i can tell what your distinctive art style is, and that is insanely difficult to pull off. you should be proud!’’

will finds himself at a loss of words from the sudden compliment. he has no doubt his face is as red as an apple right now. all he could do was nod rapidly, and mutter a simple thanks. the boy attempts to flip a page, only to look back at will with a look asking for approval. will nods again to accept. one person looking at his sketchbook couldnt hurt, right?

..until he reaches the forbidden page where its full of mike drawings. he feels his cheeks glow red again, heart rate beating. he cant believe he forgot that was even there. this is why he doesnt let people see his stuff! its all of his feelings in one page!

however, he wasnt met with a look of disgust. just curiosity, and softness. ‘’these are all great. i can see youve been experimenting with a lot of mediums here; acrylic, charcoal. have you tried oil?’’

‘’oh.. yeah. oil is a little new for me. im meaning to get better at it though.’’

‘’good. its good to be an all rounder.’’ the boy says enthusiastically as he flips more pages, the beaming look of genuine awe never leaving his face. more pages of his sketches of mike show up, and will intends to coil himself into a ball until he shrinks to nonexistence.

‘’i notice you draw this guy a lot. is he someone you like?’’

will freezes.

the boy closes the sketchbook, waving his hands in the air. ‘’no, no, shit! um…dont worry. dont worry, okay? fuck, i keep forgetting it’s…’’ the boy sighs. will starts to get confused at his reaction. why was he taking this so strongly?

‘’im…i didnt mean to scare you. its just.. im.. i mean, if you are..’’ the boy continues to stammer, and will feels himself lean closer.

could he also be..?

‘’m-my boyfriend. im an artist too, actually. and i tend to draw him a lot.’’ he finally lets out, his hand gently caressing will’s sketchbook and brings it back to him. ‘’its normal.’’

‘its normal.’

its normal.

will repeats it to himself like a mantra.

will holds out a breath he didnt know he was holding. he smiles widely. god, hes actually meeting someone who’s just like him. unfortunately taken, but wow.

we do exist.

‘’well..he’s not my boyfriend though.’’ will mutters, playing with the spirals on the top of his sketchbook. his smile drops once he says it. ‘’mike-his name is mike- has a girlfriend. well, had a girlfriend.’’

‘’oh fuck.’’

‘’.. who just so happens to be my sister.’’

‘’oh fuck.’’

will finds himself smiling at his reaction. yeah, he knows his situation’s the worst, but at least he can get a kick out of how people are taking it. ‘’yep.’’ he replies popping the ‘p’ at the end.

‘’im sorry, man.’’

‘’its okay. all i wanted was for us to be best friends again. but lately, i feel like…we aren’t anymore.’’

‘’why do you say that?’’

will still finds it strange and shocking how he’s openly telling someone about his definitely not straight feelings to a stranger, but in all honesty he never felt safer in his life. so he finds it in himself to continue.

‘’i-i don’t know,’’ will scoffs. ‘’i don’t even know what i did. we’re at such a.. weird stage in our friendship right now that i dont even know what we are. first he ignores me for her, now when he broke up with her, hes running back to me spouting about he wants to be friends, and now hes gone back to fixating over her and ignoring me again. like… i feel like’s playing with me. and i hate myself for it. i should get angry, but all i can do is accept when he runs back to me, even if its so unfair. because unfortunately, ive been in love with this stupid guy for as long as i can remember, and i feel stuck.’’

will presses his lips to a line, and closes his eyes. before he knew it, tears slowly started to come down. and now he’s crying to a stranger. great! ‘’sorry. i never.. met someone like me before, so this is..’’

‘’dont apologize, alright man? i get it,’’ the boy says as he gently rubs will’s back. ‘’this is huge for me too.’’

‘’how did you know? weren’t you worried i was going to..be disgusted, or something?’’ will asks.

he shrugs. ‘’i dont know. there’s something about you. about me. we just know, right?’’

will wipes his tears and sniffs. ‘..yeah. right.’’

‘’and concerning your friend…’’ the boy smiles gradually. ‘’don’t give up.’’

‘’what?’’

‘’after what you told me? something tells me its.. not over between you two.’’

before will could inquire any more, a gentle but tight grip lands on his shoulder. he turns around, it was mike. ‘’hey, sorry for the wait. you good?’’

‘’oh, yeah.’’ will turns to the boy with kind eyes with a big grin. ‘’im really glad i met you.’’

the boy grins back. ‘’me too! is there any way we can keep in touch?’’

‘’yeah! yeah, let me just..’’ will tears a small piece of paper from his sketchbook and starts writing his number down. before he could continue, he turns to mike with an apologetic look. ‘’sorry for this mike, give me 2 minutes.’’

‘’sure, whatever.’’ mike says flatly, not even looking at will. he was crossing his arms, his demeanor all grumpy.

okay, weird. did something happen back in the school?

will finishes writing the number and gives it to the boy. ‘’this is at the wheeler’s place, but we’re just staying over there. you can just ask for me.’’

‘’i mean i would, but i dont even know your name.’’

before will could open his mouth, mike takes over for him. ‘’his name is will. what’s yours?’’

what seemed like an innocent question sounded very threatening and condescending to everyone else.

he squints before answering. ‘’my name’s ty. yours?’’ he asks rather teasingly. will is so lost, because ty is looking at mike like he’s an open book, and he knows the chapters like the back of his hand.

‘’mike. mike wheeler.’’ he extends his arm for a handshake. ty reaches out to accept it but once he reached a glimpse of contact, mike pulls back immediately as if he was burnt. ty doesnt seem too bothered though. if anything, he feels like he was expecting that. ‘’ahhh.. so you’re mike.’’ ty says with one side of his lips curving upward.

will felt the tension rise. he did not like it.

mike clears his throat. ‘’will, we need to go. curfew, remember?’’

‘’since when did you care about curfew?’’ will smirks.

‘’i don’t,’’ mike rolls his eyes. ‘’honestly, i just wanna go home.’’

‘’okay, okay.’’ will obliges. he takes one last look at ty, who was giving the two a knowing look as they walk away. again, weird. what the hell does ty know about them after a 10 minute conversation?

he then turns back to mike whose back was more slumped than usual, walking a little faster than will. will jogs up to catch up to him.

‘’so, how was your shift?’’ will asks awkwardly.

‘’it was fine.’’

‘’..mike, did something happen? because you seem a little…’’

‘’im fine, will.’’

‘’..okay.’’

the atmosphere was very tense now, and will didnt want to escalate it further than it has. he knew mike was already drifted away, and he did not want to make it more complicated. he got the message, theyre not that close anymore. done.

but mike suddenly stops in his steps, which makes will do the same. ‘’mike?’’

‘’will.. did you.. draw him?’’

will has been turning red a lot today lately. ‘’w-what?��’

‘’that.. guy. did you draw him?’’

‘’i.. did. did you see that?’’ will yells at himself, beating himself up internally for drawing in public, for putting his heart out on his sleeve. curse one cute guy for making him submit. he feels mike walk closer to him. his heart beats rapidly. this was it. he was mentally preparing for mike to hate him, tell him he’s disgusting, and that he never wants to see him again.

‘’do you draw me?’’

‘’what?’’

‘’i know you draw me with the rest of the party, with.. dnd stuff but..’’ now it was mike’s turn to fumble in his words and mannerisms, and will has no fucking idea on why, but by god was it adorable to watch.

‘’i just wanna know if you drew me too. like, just me. portraits, you call it?’’

after what you told me? something tells me its.. not over between you two.

it was that one recalling of a conversation that made will feel a little bit bold that day. ‘’..yeah. lots of times, actually.’’ will looks down with a shy smile on his face.

‘’good.’’ mike whispers.

‘’huh?’’

‘’fuck. nothing. um…okay. cool.’’

‘’yeah.. cool.’’

…

‘’will you be drawing him more than..me?’’

will cannot believe what he’s hearing right now. did the universe just decide to fuck with him today? is he getting targeted right now? a sick, cruel joke?

will doesn’t think so, because all he sees right now is mike. the mike he misses. the mike who talks to him all gently, who’s himself. nervous, wreck of a human being mike wheeler. mike wheeler, the love of his life. forever the subject of his paintings.

will looks up at mike, and their eyes lock.

‘’not possible.’’

#byler #writing #fuck this was LONG #i got carried away. anyway enjoy

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siriannatan · 1 year

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I can't draw, but I do love the vigilante sheriff au by @rhapsoddity

I'm also quite fond of the very entertaining combination of Scott, Jimmy and fWhip so I wrote a little short story :}

(it's a Tumblr exclusive :})

Scott was not too thrilled about having been saved by some rookie villain he's never heard about. He could handle the Sheriff and Stratos on his own, thank you very much. Not to mention how much his arm hurt now - not the newbie's fault but no less annoying. And there was a nasty bruise from when he tried to remove his mask. Even if he looked like a string bean under his leather jacket Tinkerer was quite strong. And knew how to avoid his hypnosis. Dangerous.

There were upsides to the situation. No, it was not Xornoth cackling at him whenever the news mentioned the new villain and a picture of Scott, in his full Spectrum outfit, in Tinkerer's arms. The good thing was that he was carried off like a princess by a potentially handsome man. Tinkerer's whole face was covered with some sort of gas mask and biking helmet fusion. And the damned googles with tinting lenses. And even though the voice manipulator he sounded nice. If a bit staticky and mechanic.

All things considered, he'd not mind meeting Tinkerer again. Mostly because unlike with other villains he doubted their goals would conflict too often. And the smoke bombs were cool. He wondered, briefly as he walked to a coffee shop near his house, what else he could make. And if maybe he could watch him one day. Watching a handsome man tinker… He never thought he'd be into the idea of being ignored but lately, he's been discovering a lot about himself.

Like that he hated crowds even more than he thought. The coffee place was packed but not so much there was nowhere to sit. He'd just have to sit with a stranger. Still beat his brother making fun of him. Everyone talking about Tinkerer was a bit of a downer but he was great at ignoring unwelcomed noises.

So, with a coffee in one hand and a plate with a couple waffles covered in whipped cream and fruits and marshmallows and sprinkles he looked for a seat. In a corner, he found an acceptable spot, with a busy maybe college student grumbling at his laptop. "This seat free?" he asked, offering the stranger a sheepish smile when he looked up. He was quite cute, a bit of a nerd type with an oversized red sweater and thick-rimmed glasses. And the prettiest bright blue eyes Scott saw in a while. And very soft, slightly curly, prettiest shade of ginger hair.

"Yeah," he nodded and refocused on whatever he was working on. He sounded tired. But when are college students ever not tired?

"Hard night?" Scott asked, sitting down and hissing when he moved his arm wrong. Damn Stratos for hurling him into a damn wall.

"More like a whole week…" the guy sighed. "Maybe it'll get better once I'm done with this cursed project… Is your arm okay? Seems like it hurts?"

Scott was slightly tempted to hypnotise the cutie to forget it but there were too many people around. "It's not that bad but I'm considering modifying some door frames, they're hard if you stumble and fall into them at midnight," he joked instead. The guy flinched a bit but his lips curled up a bit. "What's the project?" Scott carried on the conversation. He liked ginger's voice, even if it was a bit coarse from lack of sleep.

The guy sighed heavily. "Originally I had three more in my group but they dropped the subject just after the project was assigned so now I've been working alone a whole month on a thirty-minute long game because apparently, I'm masochist…"

"Couldn't you join a different group?" Scott asked sipping his caramel, coconut latte.

"No one else quit, and I prefer it this way, even if it is hard, I would be done if… I said enough…" he suddenly stopped, looking very cute as he looked down at his laptop.

"No. No it's fine, sometimes saying stuff makes if feel better," Scott smiled, he was a curious man by nature and who knew, it might be useful. You never know.

As it turns out cutie's boyfriend broke up with him for no reason last night so he stayed up all night packing his stuff and driving to his sister's apartment, pretty much on the other side of town from his ex's. Instead of finishing the project that was due midnight today… What a jerk of a boyfriend.

"And worst of all, he's not even that pretty," cuties, or fWhip as he introduced himself with one of the cutest, nerdiest smiles ever. "You're a lot cuter, though I do miss the boob window," smirked a smirk Scott saw all morning on TV… He was casually chatting with Tinkerer. And the guy instantly figured him out despite the disguise. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Tinker chuckled at Scott's shocked face.

"How did you even…"

"That's a secret," fWhip grinned closing his laptop. "But I'm done with that and have an apartment to find, I hope we can see each other again soon," he smiled and left Scott with nothing better but nibbling his waffle and glaring at fWhip, Tinkerer, on TV. He really was pretty under that helmet…

#vigilante sheriff au #spectrum #fWhip #scott #my stories #my stuff #fanfic #empires smp #empiresshipping

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cloudycleric · 1 year

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OMGGF @notebooknonbinary

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“Ugh… everything’s just so boring.” Will said as he leaned back into the couch, hands on his head. “Do you ever think that the days are starting to blend together?? Like everything is just the same?”

Mike nodded his head, eating a cookie on the couch next to Will. “Yeah. It happened a lot while you were in California.”

Will blushed, looking away. While you were in California. It was crazy to think Will had that much of an impact on Mike’s life. “I just—I wish there could just be a change. Like, y’know how some people dye their hair? I wish I could do something like that.” He paused. “Well—I don’t want to dye my hair. But, I don’t… you get it right?”

“Yeah. Like getting a funky hair cut or something.”

“Yeah—…no. If we’re being clear, I don’t want to do anything to my hair. Please.”

The couch gave in to Mike almost crawling over to Will, shuffling against the corduroy fabric. “Good, I like your hair the way it is.”

Only Mike could make Will melt with just a simple sentence. He laid his head on one of Will’s thighs, humming. There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing, Will thought.

“What if you got a piercing?”

“Uhm. What?”

“A piercing, like what girls have on their ears. With the needles and stuff.”

Will cringed. He hated needles even though he forced himself to be okay around them. He didn’t want anything to do with them if they weren’t for medical purposes.

“Look. I know how you get around needles. But I’ll do it for you, okay? And you can tell me to stop whenever.”

Will felt more at ease. “I trust you…”—a pause—“but I don’t want earrings. They’re just not for me.”

The curly haired boy let out a big breath (the kind that made his cheeks look huge) slowly. “Well, you don’t have to get you ears pierced. What about…your lips?”

“No.”

“Eyebrows?”

“No.”

“Your tongue?”

“Ew. No.”

“Your… nipple?”

“Mike!”

“Your nose?”

His nose. Something that could be discrete and cute, that wasn’t too flashy or attention drawing.

“What part of my nose?”

“Well, you could do the outside of your nose, like a ring or something, or you could do the inside of your nose, like between your nostrils. I think it’s called a septum piercing.”

“Like…what bulls have?”

Mike laughed. “Kind of. But they don’t have to look like that. Like, Max, I think she has one now. It can be open or closer or whatever. She says that cause her ring is open she can just flip up the piecing when she doesn’t want it showing and that she can always take it out.” He finally moved his head off of Will’s thigh. “It would be cute on you.”

Will studies Mike’s face.

“But only if you want to.”

He ran his hands through his hair, thinking of all the different possibilities. Will could always say no if he didn’t want to do it, Mike was always understanding. But the idea did seem appealing to Will, especially if he could just flip up the ring or take it out. “Okay. Do your worst.”

Mike jumped up, his black jeans tight around his legs. “I’ll go get my piercing kit.”

Piercing kit? What had Will gotten himself into this time?

It took the boys a couple of hours, but eventually Will was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at Mike putting on plastic gloves with a ponytail in his hair, telling him to relax.

Usually, he’d be freaking out, wanting out of the situation immediately even if he wanted the piercing. But Mike’s calming voice mixed with the way his hair curled around his face was intoxicating.

“Okay. I’m gonna do it. Hold still.”

Will was still disassociating when suddenly he felt an intense sting in his nose. “Fuck!”

“HOLD STILL!! WILLIAM!!!” Mike said as he hastily yet carefully slipped the piercing onto his nose. “And… done.”

“Jesus Christ Michael!”

“Sorry! I was just giving you the piercing—oh my god.”

“What?”

“You just—you just—”

Will ran into the bathroom, trying to see what the hell Mike had done to his nose. He swung the door open, ready to see the horrifying mess that Mike had—oh.

He was stunned. Mike soon slipped in behind him, acknowledging Will’s stunned nature.

“Oh my god.” Will said, jaw dropping.

“You look fucking hot.”

Will immediately turned around, still feeling the sting of his new septum piercing.

“I’m sorry, but you do.”

“It—” so much was going on, a little too much for Will to process. “It—you—it…”

“Yes?”

“It still hurts.”

“Well, I’d be happy to kiss it better. But that’s probably not sanitary.”

What the hell was happening? Was Will dreaming? As if the day could get any weirder.

“Or… I could—”

“Thank… you?”

Mike smirked, turning Will back around to look in the mirror. “Honestly—you didn’t really need the piercing,” he started. “But I’m so glad you have it now.”

#will byers #mike wheeler #byler #stranger things #my writing #byler fic

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writersblockedx · 2 years

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Protector of the Party: Chapter 3

Chapter Three: Scapegoat

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It was late. Y/n was lurking outside her younger cousins room. The echo of police sirens still rung in her head. She could tell Dustin was still awake by the yellow night light which seeped under the small cap between the floor and the door. However, Y/n couldn't tell if he wanted to talk or not. All the girl really knew was that his best friend had just been confirmed dead and she had no idea what to do.

She took a sharp inhale and knocked at the wood of the door. She waited a moment or two, when no yell of protest came, she gently opened the door. Dustin was sat up in his bed, blankets hovered over his shoulders as his eyes gazed upon a couple of scrap papers that Y/n was too far away to be able to make out. The girl leant against the doorway and sent the most sympathetic smile she was able to conjure up. "You alright?"

The curly haired boy shrugged, "Yeah." He told her as if he himself wasn't even sure.

Y/n could tell he certainly wasn't; she didn't expect him to be. She wondered across to the room, gently shutting the door behind her and taking a seat at the end of the bed. "This is not meant to be easy for you, Dustin." She started, watching as his gaze fell from her and back to the paper in his lap. "But I'm here for you, always. If you ever want to talk, or not to talk." She offered.

Dustin didn't say anything at first, instead, he passed the sheets of papers over to Y/n. He glanced across them, lined paper but with pencil drawings written all over them. Y/n didn't have to ask to know they were of the party and that Will had been the one to draw them.

"Mike doesn't think it's actually Will." He started and Y/n felt her heart sting. Childish imagination was something she daren't break - even more so when it was covering up a death of a loved one. "You see, that girl, the one with the shaved head, she's eleven, she's got super powers. Said she knows Will's still alive." He went on.

"And this eleven? How do you really know her - because I know she's not Mike's cousins?" She questioned, concern weaved through her words.

Dustin was hesitant to answer, "We erm- bumped into her." Y/n waited for him to continue. "In the woods, when we were out searching for Will." Exactly what they had been told not to do.

"I'm surprised your mom didn't kill you for that." She laughed a little as she glanced at Dustin.

"Same night Hopper had to bring you home." Ah.

"Well then, you're welcome." While she hadn't done it on purpose, Dustin still was thankful his oddly late return home had been overlooked by the police car that had been parked outside.

There came a pause after that. They both felt the tone of the atmosphere turn sorrow as the lingering thoughts of Will infected their minds. After around a minute, Dustin looked back at his older cousin, now lacking his toothless grin. "Y/n?" He began and the girl met his pupils. "What happens if Mike's wrong? If that really is Will?" Suppose childish imagination only spread so far.

Y/n thought for a moment how she was meant to answer that. "There'll be a funeral and then-"

"No no," Dustin cut in, "I mean, what will happen to the party?"

"I suppose that's up the three of you." The girl replied. "But it's always best if you're to stick together. This isn't something any of you should go through alone."

Another pause. This time broken by Dustin crashing into Y/n, seeking comfort in his older cousin as a few tears fell. Y/n felt almost shocked by the force but still wrapped her arms around him as he cried and wept. She didn't let go until he did.

That next morning, Y/n had been excused from first period as she joined Johnathan and Joyce in visiting the morgue. As she wasn't family, she wasn't allowed in the room with them. Honestly, she didn't want to. Knowing Will was dead was enough for her. But Joyce was still on her trip of flickering lights and phone calls from the young boy. Maybe seeing his lifeless body on the cold table would change that, or maybe she was slowly being devoured by grief.

It was times like this, as the girl leant her head back against the wall behind her, she found that she yearned for the childish imagination Dustin had. To actually believe that perhaps that body meters away from her wasn't really Will and that Hawkins Lab was pulling strings on this like the young boy was a puppet. She'd rather that than Will not be around at all. But the likely hood of that, it was unbelievable.

The door to the morgue swung open, the bell ringing as Hopper's heavy cop boots thudded against the floor. He flicked his hat off, smiled to the receptionist and took the seat next to Y/n. "How have they been?" He asked as they both stared off into the distance, their eyes trained on the door Joyce and Johnathan had since walked through.

"Joyce is still demanding that Will is-" Y/n could barely get the words out. Joyce had taken care of her when she was little. And to see her falling down this mental spiral the same way her mother had, it lit the same dull pain in her gut. So just to even speak of it, it wasn't so eas. "That Will is in the lights. And- And Johnathan, well, he hasn't really said much."

"Maybe this will give them both some closure." Or make the riff between the mother and son worse.

Y/n shifted in her seat as her next words came out in whisper. "What about the Lab?" She questioned, reminding the cop of the lead that they had started chasing up the day prior.

Hopper took a moment before even thinking of answering, "It's just a theory." He told her.

She glanced over, him feeling her eyes, he looked back. "A theory that might expose the murders of a young boy." It seemed so simple, but if it even had a slim chance of finding out the truth from whatever grip this Lab might have on the strings of it all, that it'd be worth it - for Joyce.

Hopper had no time to reply as the door they had both been yearning to open, finally did. Only Johnathan walked out. He was obviously in distress as his hands caught in his hair and his eyes jolted around the room until they settled on Y/n. She jumped from the chair she had been sitting on and guided herself to Johnathan. "Are you okay?" She asked in slow voice.

It took him a moment, but he nodded. "Yeah, yeah."

Hopper soon dragged himself from his seat and joined the side of Y/n. "Can I ask you something?" Johnathan nodded as he shuffled closer to Y/n, unsure of Hopper and his intentions when it came to Will. "How long has still stuff been going on? With the lights and Will and the things in the wall?"

The younger boy shrugged as he thought back on the days that had passed. "Since the first phone call, I guess." When the phone itself had blown up.

Y/n's eyes jumped between the two as she pondered over Hopper's reasoning for the question - wondering whether it happened to be linked to Hawkins Lab's kidnapping of children and other suspicious activity they hid from the police. "You know she's had anxiety problems in the past." Johnathan continued. "But this? I don't know...I'm worried it could be-" He stopped himself as he thought about what Joyce might be leading herself into. In the end, he shook his head at the idea and muttered, "I don't know."

"Something like what my mother has." Y/n added herself. The women had never spoke of lights or things in the walls, but she conjured up ideals of having the ability to travel into minds and to tap into people's consciousness. Pure nonsense.

"Yeah, something like that." Johnathan said as tears started to prick at his eyes just at the thought of where his family might end up after all this. "She's okay. We'll be okay." He assured. "My mom, she's tough." He laughed to himself but it was true.

As did Hopper agree, "Yeah, she is."

Ironic timing followed as the door the morgue slammed opened and Joyce stormed out. Each of them all turned. "Ma'am! Ma'am I need you to sign-" The examiner demanded as his voice rose.

Joyce spun around and threw her hands in his face. "No! I don't know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son." She told him.

Hopper attempted to step in, "Joyce wait a second-"

"No." And with that she left without signing any papers.

The three of them all stood there, taking in the words she had said. The thoughts that ran through her mind of which she was convinced of. And no matter how she was getting mocked for her belief, Joyce never backed down.

Johnathan shuffled on his feet, already shoving his fingers into his jean pockets, searching for his car keys. "I should go get her." He uttered, already wondering towards the exit.

"I'll see you at school?" Y/n asked, unsure as to whether he would make it with how Joyce was dealing today.

He shrugged as his back pushed the door open. "Maybe." Like that, he vanished into town.

Y/n sighed as she faced back with Hopper and the desperate examiner who still held the blank document. She glanced up to the chief, "What'd you say about closure again?" It was a nice idea from Hopper, but one of which hadn't come to fruition.

"Haven't you got class or something?" Hopper reminded the girl.

"Something like that yeah." She responded. "See you soon, chief." She spoke as she made her way to the exit, leaving Hopper to deal with the examiner as she caught the bus to school.

Y/n wasn't quite sure what she was meant to do. Johnathan was probably running after Joyce, making sure she stayed in check. And now she was sat in her history class learning about the British Empire as the people around her were falling apart. Not to mention, the chief of police had gathered enough evidence and leads to suggest somethings most would class as a conspiracy theory. So attention was proving to be a little difficult recently.

Mrs Click was in the midst of her exaggerated description of the battle of Saratoga, when the door to the classroom opened. The overly nosey receptionist stood in the doorway, her glasses sat at the very edge of her nose. "Y/n Henderson, please." She requested and Y/n felt all eyes fall to her.

Her brows became knitted but she gathered her books and bag, grateful that at least she was excused to miss a part of the lesson. The receptionist led the girl through school, passing Nancy Wheeler and her mother, Karen, as they wondered out of the cafeteria. Whatever this was, Y/n was certain she didn't like the look of it. What was she involved in that was too connected to the Princess of Hawkins High?

"You can make you're own way back after you're done." The receptionist informed. Y/n was about to question after she was done with what, but the women was already walking away, so going it alone seemed like her only option.

The girl entered the cafeteria. At first, it was completely empty. Then her gaze fell to the two police officers she was far to familiar with. Callahan and Powell sat next to one another at one of the lunch tables, papers and files in front of them. They both looked up when the noise of the door swinging open was sounded. "Y/n," Said Powell. "Come take a seat."

Y/n longed to be sat back in Click's class with her minds away with her theories and thoughts. Not here where police were breathing down her neck. For a moment, she pondered over the idea if Nancy had snitched. Maybe Steve had mentioned about the deal he had organised a few days ago and that little Princess couldn't handle little Stevie being in danger. "Shit." She swore under her breath before finally making her way to the lunch table and sitting across from them both.

She didn't speak first. "We're just wanting to have a chat about a party, happened on Tuesday?" Powell started as he made direct eye contact with the girl.

"And what you may have brought to said party." Callahan added quieter, earning him a glare from Powell who had been trying to keep this interview some-what professional.

Y/n shook her head lightly as she thought back on her week, "The last party I went to was my little Cousin's birthday party. I've got no idea what you're talking about."

The two officers shared an expression which bubbled fear in Y/n's gut. She wished Hopper had been here. "From what we've been told, there was a party at Steve Harrington's house. We have confirmed that Nancy Wheeler attended, Steve Harrington, Carol Perkins, Tommy Hagan and Barbra Holland." Powell listed and Y/n felt her brows furrow in confusion as she attempted to follow this story she certainly hadn't been a part of. "Barbara hasn't been seen since. We're just trying to get the full picture here."

"There was one report which suggested you showing up at some point during the night," Callahan started. "Apparently you heard about this party, thought it would be a good shot to sell."

Y/n scoffed as she listened. "You mean, that's what Steve Harrington told you?" She wanted to point out that he was simply using the local outcast as a way to cover up his own unlawful actions. She guessed he got scared with cops sniffing around this party where there was most likely drinks and smoking and used her as his way out.

The two didn't dare reply to that; only confirming Y/n's suspicions. "Okay then, where were you that Tuesday night if you weren't at this party?" Powell interrogated.

"I was at home, with my Aunty, looking after my little cousin, Dustin, who had just found out his best friend was missing." Y/n informed.

Callahan noted something down on the paper in front of him before glancing back up at the girl, "And this was two nights after me and Hopper caught you down at Lover's Lake?" He asked.

Y/n held in her scoff this time and forced out a smile that only showed how irritated she really was. "Yes, it was." She confirmed. She looked to Powell as her smile disintegrated, "Can I go now?"

The officer seemed unsure but nodded, "We might need to speak to you again." He said, but Y/n had stopped listening, already throwing her bag back over her shoulder and making her escape.

Y/n never made it back to Click's class. Instead, she made her way to the outside the the school, lurking by the rugby filed as she leant against the brick wall. Her leg fidgeted as she attempted to fight against the urge to start pacing. Her minds was running wild with angered thoughts - all directed at Steve Harrington. She wasn't sure what his plan was by throwing her under the bus like that and lying, but the girl certainly wasn't happy about it.

Steve was sure to walk out here at some point during lunch, Tommy and Carol at his side. And she waited for him. At that moment, the girl wasn't sure how she was going to approach him or what she was going to say, only that she couldn't stand the fact he was using her as a scapegoat.

Around ten minutes into lunch, Y/n heard the echo's of Carol's cackle as the trio wondered towards their car. She watched them for a while. Steve's smug smirk seeming to taunt her - even if he had yet to realise she was standing there. Huffing, she dragged herself from the wall and heading straight for the boy.

"Ooo, someone doesn't look happy." Tommy tormented as Y/n came into their sights; Steve's smirk instantly fading as he faced her.

Once he was in distance, Y/n pressed her hands to his chest, pushing back. "The hell do you think you are?" She snapped as she kept pushing and pushing. "Do you even know what you've done?"

Steve grasped both her hands, forcing her to a slow. Tommy and Carol watched in entertainment, trying (and failing) to hide their laughs. "You don't want to do this here." Steve said in a harsh whisper, so low that not even Tommy or Carol could hear it. Her stern glared stuck as she waited for Steve's next move. "Come on."

And so Steve dragged Y/n away from the car, between two of the school buildings where no students passed through. He didn't let go of her wrist until there was no sign of anyone else around. Y/n thought it was because he didn't want her to hit him again in front of everybody. As soon as they entered the smaller area, Steve stood at one side, Y/n at the other.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright?" He began but all Y/n was hearing was lies. "I had to give the police the story they wanted to hear. That way we all get off scot free." He attempted to convince.

She scoffed, "Scot free? They could have searched me from what you told them, could have gotten me arrested, Steve. And I wasn't even at your stupid party!" She ranted.

"Oh come on, Hopper never would have let that happen."

"There is only so much he can keep me out of." Y/n knew that, that's why she was smart. Guess selling to Steve Harrington wasn't a smart move. "I should have known selling to you was a mistake. The first opportunity you get and you grass me up. For something I didn't even do!"

Steve suddenly turned sheepish, struggling to meet the glare of the girl. "I'm sorry." He repeated.

"No you're not." She stated out of the blue. "You never mean it, Harrington." She said that if referring to something else. And that's what stung guilt at Steve's gut. Y/n scoffed as she gathered herself, "Hope mummy and daddy still view you as their perfect son." She commented before giving him one last stare and leaving.

Steve stood utterly still as she walked away. Her words echoed in his mind as he kept replying the last ten minutes in his head. He quickly came to the realisation of that what he had done was wrong and that, yeah, he deserved what he had just got.

Chapter Four (Breaking and Entering) to be published on Sunday 8pm (BST) Taglist - @fanficfanatic204 @neverylee (let me know if you would like to be added or removed)

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Sweet Fae Creature Helps With Injuries And Guidance

Part one of a currently unnamed storyline. Alrighty. Everyone give a big thank you to @glassbearclock cause they’re the reason this is public. Enjoy!

Sweet Fae Creature Helps With Injuries And Guidance

"Oh well this is just fucking amazing." I tugged at my leg again. Nope. It was firmly caught underneath about six willow branches, and I had no ideas on how to get it out. Plus, this stream bed might have been "dry", but it was still muddy. And work pants, however sturdy, could only stand so much.

“Come-on-now-little-fuckers—“

“M- ah, maybe don’t pull on it anymore,” a soft voice said. I looked up to face possibly the prettiest pre-teen boy I had ever seen. He had an adorable little swoop of a nose, that turned up at the end and was peppered with freckles, as was his whole face. I really couldn’t decide if his eyes were green, hazel, brown, or the color of honey— they seemed to shift with every minor turn of his head. His hair was a curly thatch on top of his head and his skin was tanned and smooth. He was walking a little oddly, like his legs were having trouble bending the right way. He gave me a small reassuring smile.

"If you pull on it too hard, you could hurt your ankle. May I try to help?”

"Sure, I guess. S'not like you're gonna be much more likely to get it out than I am, but thank you for… caring…" I watched in mild confusion as he crouched beside me and placed his hands on the dead willow branches, humming quietly.

"What are you doing?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm prepping them!" He said, like that explained everything. I decided not to ask. And then to my shock, in another second he was… detangling? That might be the word— the branches and extracting my leg from them with such ease that I thought I might be going insane.

"There we go!" He trilled, drawing out the ‘there’. As I tried to stand he grabbed my arm at the last minute crying—

“I wouldn’t do tha—“ I rested my full weight on the ankle and cried out, suddenly gripping his arm much harder. He winced.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you… you've got pain all tangled up in there. I can… try to help with that, if you’d like,” I eased myself into a sitting position on the creek bank. Less mud here anyway.

"How are you gonna do that?" He snapped his fingers on both hands, and I noticed that his fingernails were a little darker and longer than might be expected. Odd. He grinned at me and said

"Liiiiiike this!” He placed his hands on my ankles and I felt… something. Some strange burst of energy, somewhat similar to when you pour warm water on your skin, somewhat similar to how a burst of adrenaline feels. I let out a soft noise of surprise and stared down at him. His legs really were odd… so lumpy and hunched and muscly for a kid his size and age… were— were his pants changing color? They had been black before, now they looked almost… brown…

"What the fu— I mean, on earth?!" Something about this kid made me not want to cuss. His head jerked up.

"What? What’s wrong?"

"Uhm…" I stared down at his legs, which were now brown and soft and hairy looking, and it seemed like there were hooves at the bottom of them, digging into the soft mud of the stream-bed. He jerked his hands off of my ankle.

"Oh dear, oh no, oh no…" he snapped his fingers again and they were back to looking like slightly odd, but definitely human legs. I vehemently shook my head.

"Nope. No. Uh-uh. I know what I saw. What… what are you?"

He hung his head.

"Oh boy, you weren’t supposed to see that… well, I guess it doesn’t really matter all that much… I'm what you humans would call a faun? I think? I'm fae. And I'm a messenger, healer, forager, apprentice. That’s why I’m not very good at healing yet, ahehe— Your ankle's not really gonna be much better. But it won’t hurt as much!” I lifted my ankle, testing it on the ground a couple times.

"Well I didn’t expect it to be any better at all— I expected to have to walk back to my car with it like that, which would not have been fun. So thank you,” I said. He frowned.

"Right. Car. Uhm, from which way did you come?” I pointed in the direction of the trail I had hiked up and down before deciding it was a good idea to try to avoid getting my shoes muddy by walking over flimsy dead willow branches.

"Do you know what a car is? Sorry, I guess I should have asked that—“

He laughed.

“No, no, of course I know what a car is!! Pffft, silly, I'm living in the human realm, of course I have to know some of the things about it!” His face got a little more serious.

"Still I guess it makes sense that you don’t know much about us… you really shouldn’t be wandering in these woods alone, I don’t know how you even got in when you clearly aren’t… well… ah, moving on, it wouldn’t be a good idea to walk back to your car right now. Your ankle feels better, but I wasn’t able to really mend that much of the damage. If you do that massive long hike all the way back to your car, you’ll just end up hurting it more, and then it’ll be harder to heal in the long run!”

I snorted.

“Well what am I supposed to do??”

"Ah, well, there’s a meadow not far from here where you could rest and we could get someone to help you…” Right now the idea of being able to lie down on something soft like grass that wasn't muddy sounded like just about the best thing ever, and I mean… he was a kid. Granted a strange, seemingly magical kid with hairy brown goat… or… deer? Legs, and nubby little horns protruding off the top of his head, but he seemed generally harmless.

"Okay then, I can live with that.” I said cautiously. He smiled a sunshine smile and grabbed my hand.

"Great! Okay, stay close to me and step where I step.”

I stared at his hooves and followed. They really didn’t look like goat hooves or deer hooves. Some weird mixture. I cleared my throat.

"So, uh, how do you like being an… apprentice? What does that entail?”

"Hm? What does entail mean?” I almost laughed.

"Uh, like, what does being an apprentice mean? What do you do?”

"Oh! I learn a lot! Since I’m an apprentice healer, among other things, I have to spend a lot of time in the human realm to learn about how humans work. I travel back and forth a lot since I’m a messenger, so I've gotten pretty good at spotting access points, too! I'm apprenticed to a couple different people for healing, one here in the human realm and one at home. I’m basically a full-fledged messenger at this point, too!” He said proudly. I smiled. Wow, this kid was enthusiastic.

"That’s great! What kind of messages do you carry?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

"You really do know nothing about us, do you?” I squirmed a little. He sounded rather suspicious.

"Not… really, no…”

“Oookay, well— I’m not supposed to talk about what kinds of messages I carry. That’s private, between whoever I’m carrying for and the person I’m carrying it to.”

“I'm sorry,” I said hurriedly. He smiled again.

“It’s okay! You didn’t know, and now you do! Watch out for that root,” he pointed.

“So… is it okay to ask about foraging?” He giggled.

“You are curious! Yes, it’s okay, and thank you for asking! Foraging is looking for safe and humane ways for my friends who live in the human realm to feed! We don’t want to hurt people after all,” Well. That wasn’t concerning at all. I decided to skip past that for the sake of my own sanity.

“What’s your favorite part about being an apprentice?” He hummed.

“Probably that everyone is always ready to explain things to me when I ask if they know I'm an apprentice. I can just ask a question and get an answer, no fuss, no muss, and no-one acts like I’m stupid. What about you? What do you do?” Oh no. Not this again, even with a weird little faun boy that I met in the forest. I coughed.

“I, uh, I’m currently in between doing things,” I said.

“Oh! That’s nice! Now you have a bit of time to think about what you might want to do when you start doing things again!” And that was that. Wow. Okay. I loved this child now.

“So why were you here?” He asked, looking at me curiously. Honey-then-green eyes.

“I heard about some weird shi— things. Stuff. Weird things, happening in these woods and I wanted to check it out. I’ve always been interested in things like that. Things… other people don’t understand or believe in, I guess…” He gave me the sweetest smile I’d ever seen.

“That’s really lovely. A lot of people don’t take time to understand things. I love that you think about things like that and want to learn about them,” I coughed self-consciously. He gently guided me to the side, avoiding a pile of rocks as he lead me by the hand into an increasingly grassy strip of land that then led into a meadow, filled with flowers and surrounded by stacks of boulders.

“Okay, now we just gotta wait until—“ he suddenly put a hand to his forehead.

“Oh shoot. Someone’s— someone’s calling me. Ugh, oh dear. I— I can’t ignore this, but I don’t want to leave you all alone in a strange place—“

“I'll be okay.” I insisted. He cocked his head at me.

“Huh. Okay… oh! I have an idea.” He scrambled in the leather satchel tied around his waist and came up with a smooth little grey stone.

“This is an adjoinment stone. I have one to match! If one of us is in danger, the stone of the other one will vibrate. Not that yours will probably ever vibrate. You don’t have to take it… if you don’t want to, but it might be nice… like… insurance? I think is a term you would connect with?” I laughed.

“Sure. I’ll take the insurance. Thanks,” I held out my hand. He started to hand it to me, but then drew his hand back.

“Wait, here’s something to make it easier to keep track of!” He reached down and pulled up some ground weed. He started humming again, weaving it in and out through his fingers. Then he held up, and the vine looked… tougher, somehow, and was also inseparably fused to the rock. He grinned goofily at me.

“Humans like to wear ‘pendants’, don’t they?” I laughed.

“Yeah, we do!” I grabbed it and put it around my neck. If nothing else, I got a sick new piece of jewelry out of all this. Plus, if this was gone when I got back home then I would know that this was all a hallucination.

“Awesome! Now you should lie down, Traveler!” He trotted away, leaping with his nimble little hooves up on the rock piles. Then he turned and shouted back to me

“My name’s Eris, by the way!” And then he was gone. I checked the area around me for bees (not that there seemed to be any in the whole meadow, which wasn’t weird at all) and then lay down. It was shockingly extremely comfortable. And I was exhausted. Before I could help myself, my eyes were closing.

Deal gently with me my dear friends, this is the first time I've ever posted anything original.

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