#BABY BLUE COLOUR💕💕💕

[thekenobee]

Yoooo so I bought a car!!!!

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

You spread the baby fever when I read the Simon asking how many kids you want blurb.....

Could you write one where reader tells Simon she's pregnant and Simon is super excited to get baby items and set up the nursery.... Just Simon being excited fluff

I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS AGH

Omg Simon Riley x Pregnant!Reader <3

AN: FIRST ASK OMFG!! THANK YOU ANON <3

You didn't know exactly how to tell him, because you knew Simon had had a rough childhood, his father wasn't.. a great dad.

So when you handed him the positive pregnancy test, dropping it in his lap, his eyes shot open and he stares up at you with that "don't be kidding" look.

Immediately you're in a tight hug on his lap, he's rocking you both back and forth as he tells you how good you'll both be at being parents, and how loved this kid will be, and how he's wanted your babies since he laid eyes on you.

The next day you wake up to breakfast in bed with the happiest Simon you'll ever see, you might be beaming because of hormones but his smile is even brighter.

He takes you in your second trimestre (3-6 months pregnant) and that's when you start to buy baby items. By then you have the sex of the baby and he's ALL for painting the nursery (that he gave up his personal gym for) walls blue/pink or whatever colours you want.

Johnny and Kyle and John? All uncles, John especially is a grandfather to the kiddo, and frequently Simon will lay beside your stomach and coo to it about how they'll love Johnny and Kyle and John, and how Laswell can be annoying, and how he's so excited for this kid to come out.

He practically does everything he can for you while you're at home. You want chicken? Done, what kind did you want again? You have a craving? He's already putting his shoes on to go to the store. You want a bath? He'll run it and if you let him he'll wash you like you're the most careful thing ever.

He builds the crib you got with his reading glasses on, looking at it with the most confused expression, relying SOLELY on the pictures to build it. You're beside him the entire time, nursing a four month baby bump on the rocking chair he put together in the week prior, wearing a pretty dress he likes in your favourite colour and holding the little pieces.

He calls you "mum" and "momma" in private, and your contact in his phone is "the missus 💕" whether you're his wife or not.

He sobs when he sees the ultrasound. He comes in with you and the doctor points it out and there's tears in his eyes. "'Ts nothin', dovie. Jus' didn' think I'd ever get a baby."

This man would've quit his job if you had asked he is THAT dedicated, and when the baby comes around he's making sure to take on as much responsibility as humanly possible, he took off as much time as he could at work, or he decides to not deploy for as long as possible JUST so he can see all the big firsts.

And don't get me started on pregnancy sex...

[crabsnpersimmons]

may we see the boy after you finish your laundry (i believe in you, you got this) 👉👈

YES

THE LAUNDRY IS DONE

AND THE BOY

IS HOME!!!!

HE'S A BEAUTIFUL BABY BLUE!!!

and here's how his light looks:

waaaay better than the preview on the site 😂 he looks more turquoise in real life (i tried to tweak the colours to match)

and here he is with Sunny!

baby bois 💖💛💕💙💖💛💕💙

[riddlessecretss]

Slytherin boys react: being clingy in class X p links X an apology

Tom Riddle:

Photo for inspo-

P link

Tom just casually staring at you in class since he doesn’t normally show you affection. Him thinking { Fuck why’s her skirt so high up, I should drag it off of her}

“Do you need any help y/n?… Are you sure?… Suit yourself.”

Bunking off the rest of classes because he’s so turned on.

When you go to his dorm after classes 🤰🤰🤰>>

Mattheo Riddle:

P link

You two definitely get sat apart for obvious reasons. So he swings his head back and talks to you from there. Or he throws notes.

“Im so horny baby!” Written on a note, so you get a small idea.

You take a quick photo while everyone has fixed their eyes on the blackboard.

When the class is over 🤰🤰🤰.

Theodore nott:

P link (just pretend it’s your feet) 🤣

Him begging for answers. His quidditch practices means he gets home late and doesn’t have the time to study. You give them to him of course but with a bit of teasing first.

“What are you doing?” While your foot is on his dick.

“I’ll give you the answers if you can stay quiet.”

You smirk.

After class 🤰🤰🤰

Lorenzo Berkshire :

P link

Him sneaking his muggle phone in class to text you>>:

Enzo❤️- Im boredd

You- Are you now? And what do you want me to do about that?

Enzo❤️- Idk, ride me in front of everyone?

You- Can’t do that but I have something else in mind…

—————————You sent a video—————————

Enzo❤️-Fuck I’ve got a boner.

You- 🤣🤣

Draco Malfoy:

I ACC HOWLED WHEN I SEEN THIS SHOW UP😭

Ok now the actual photo

P link

Him doing your work for you because your tired>>

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me I’m soo tired.”

“Of course babydoll.”

You’re lying on the bed while he writes down everything.

“Y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Your not to tired to fuck though right?” -🤰🤰🤰

Blaise Zabini:

P link

Blaise tutoring you and you getting a question wrong>>

“Ok new question. What colour is the potion for dreamless sleep?”

“Is it blue?”

“Wrong, it’s purple.” He groans as he shoves his fingers futher down your throat as you gulp.

“Next. What colour is Garrotting gas?”

“Trick question, it has no colour.”

“Good girl.” He announces as he slams into you harder.

Already, 🤰🤰🤰

I am so sorry I haven’t been posting, I need to stop promising posts because now I feel so badd😭. I don’t think I’ll post a part 3 to ‘My dorm room dalliance’ just because them stories don’t do as well as the Slytherin boys react. I’m going to be travelling on loads of trains tomorrow so I’ll try and post alot since I have the time. If you have any slytherin boys react requests please lmk I will run out of ideas one day, thats all. Love you guys and again ty for all the support.💝 Navaiah 💕

[supernotnatural2005]

Ain’t no party like a Halloween party.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: You convince Dean to attend a halloween party and bring a childhood fantasy to life.

Word count: 2814

Warnings: SMUT! Fluff, Dean is easily manipulated.

AN: Happy halloween guys!!👻 What better way than to celebrate it with our favourite hunter!? 😂 I hope you enjoy some spicy, fun halloween themed times with Dean. Feedback is always welcome! 💕

My Masterlist

“Come on Dean. Please? For me?” You begged your boyfriend one last time.

You had been invited to a halloween party by an old college friend you still kept in touch with. Even though you were a hunter, you felt having a social life was important to, at the least, normalise the insanity a little.

“Don’t you think our lives are scary enough?” Dean groused as he continued his work on Baby. “Why’s this such a big deal to you?” He questioned you over his shoulder as he reached under the hood. You’d been bugging him about it for the last 24 hours, since you got that damn email.

“This is a party full of skanky versions of cute animals and hockey-mask wearing plebs. I don’t think it holds much of a flame to our lives Dean.” You countered. “Besides, it’s good to have fun once in a while.” You shrugged, as if that were obvious.

Dean stood straight and looked at you then, assessing your pout and that doe-eyed-look. The one that usually got him to say yes to anything.

Contemplation. His first mistake. Now all you needed to do was seal the deal. And so you stepped closer to him and slid your hands up his chest and around his neck.

“I promise i’ll make it worth your while.” You whispered, a hairs breadth away from his lips. His eyes widened in curiosity, he was intrigued. Second mistake.

“Please.” You begged once more, sweetening the pot by running your fingers through his short strands. His eyes fluttering at the sensation.

Got him.

“Ugh, fine!”

The power of seduction was such a wondrous thing sometimes.

“Ah, thank you!” You exclaimed excitedly and smushed his cheeks with your hands as you pulled his lips to yours.

“I promise you won’t regret this.” You told him as he stood with his lips still puckered, watching you turn and scurry away out of the garage. What had he gotten himself into?

Halloween Night.

You’d been incredibly secretive about what costume you were going to wear, since he’d agreed to go with you. No matter how many times Dean asked or guessed, he couldn’t get a peep out of you. He’d eventually given up on the third day and decided to just trust it was going to be, “a nice surprise.” As you’d put it.

So he sat patiently at one of the tables in the bunker’s library, waiting for you to finish getting ready. You had commandeered your shared bedroom with him and forbid him from entering until you were done. That was almost 2 hours ago. And Dean was beginning to get impatient.

He pulled uncomfortably at the collar of his white shirt, hating the item of clothing, even when he had to wear it as an undercover agent. But you’d insisted he did, along with a pair of his lighter, blue jeans, convincing him thoroughly the night before with that talented mouth of yours.

It was nearing on 7’o’clock by the time you made your appearance, that fact made known when he heard your voice.

“So, what do you think?” Dean’s head snapped up from his endless scrolling on his phone and he almost choked on his own breath.

Holy fucking shit.

There you were, dressed in a form-fitting little purple dress, with green accents. Knee-high lilac stockings and the highest pair of heels he’d ever seen, to match. Your hair wasn’t its usual colour either, instead it was a fiery orange, falling in soft curls against your shoulders. To complete the look, tied neatly around your neck was that famous green ascot.

Dean couldn’t quite believe his eyes. You were like a childhood fantasy come true.

You made your way over to him. Heels clicking loudly against the wooden floors before you came to a stop before him.

“You’re gonna catch flies, Winchester.” You smirked as your finger tips pressed up under his slackened jaw. He blinked out his stupor and shook his fog-filled mind.

“Y/N, sweetheart. You look incredible.” He told you truthfully and you couldn’t help but feel a little bashful. Truth be told, you were a little nervous for him to see the outfit. Considering Daphne Blake was one of Dean’s top fantasy women.

“To make it even more perfect. I got you a little something.” You reached into your matching purple clutch and pulled out a bright orange ascot tie.

Dean looked at the fabric and then to you and then back at the fabric again.

“I’m not wearing that.” He scoffed humourlessly, shaking his head.

Oh you poor naive fool.

—

You arrived at the party as it was in full swing. Sam had dropped the two of you off, since you were both planning on having a drink and Dean didn’t feel safe leaving Baby alone over night.

“Have fun kids!” Sam called out the open passenger-side window, snickering to himself at Dean’s warning look. You giggled too and waved at Sam as he pulled away before tugging on Dean’s hand.

He grumpily pulled at the tie around his neck, looking up at the modest colonial-style house, pumping out generic pop music and filled with people dressed even more ridiculous than he was.

“Come on grumpy. Let’s get some drink in you.” You suggested and pulled him along with you.

Once inside, you found your friend quickly and gave her a big hug. It was nearing on a year since you’d last seen her. She was married now, to a big time doctor and children were the current topic of conversation.

You were happy for her, even though a part of you saddened at the fact her life was one you’d never have. You loved Dean with all of your heart, but you also knew you both didn’t get ‘normal’. Which is why you suppose you clung to something as simple as going to a halloween party.

As the night drew on, Dean gradually relaxed, even more so with the help of the doctor’s good whiskey. He’d even pulled you onto the makeshift dance floor when Iron Maiden - Hallowed be thy name, started playing.

When a slower song began to play, Dean pulled you in close by your waist, yours instinctually wrapping around his neck. You were both glistening with sweat and gone were your ascots as you rocked back and forth.

“You know i get it now.” Dean began, leaning in close so you could hear him over the song. “I know our lives will never be all sunshine and rainbows, like Doctor Rob and Shelia’s.” You smiled a little at his nickname for Shelia’s husband. He’d been calling it him all night.

“But,” he continued and you met his sparkling green eyes. “I wouldn’t do this life with anyone but you. Whether that’s hunting demons and ghosts forever, or the white picket fence. Every scenario, i’d choose you.” He confessed and you felt your eyes well up and heart soar.

Instead of words, because you had none. You pulled him down for a kiss worth a thousand of them. However, what started out as a tender declaration of love, soon turned heated as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned at the feeling and suckled at the talented muscle, making his fingers flex on your hips.

He pulled you impossibly close as you all but made-out like a pair of horny teenagers on the dance floor. And gasped when you felt the hard length of him through his jeans.

“Fuck. You have no idea what this outfit does to me.” He tells you breathlessly, his hands gliding up your sides and around your back as he begins to kiss along the line of your neck.

“I think i do.” You pant at the feel of his sinful lips on your skin and expertly manovre a hand down between you both, to palm the impressive bulge in his jeans.

You hear him grunt into your neck as you subtly rub him through the fabric, tactically looking around for any watchers. Luckily the room was dark enough and everyone was preoccupied with their own partners.

“Follow me.” You whisper in his ear before slipping your hand in his and guiding him toward the stairs. He all but groans as you ascend, your dress having ridden up enough for him to see the bottom of your pert ass.

You navigate your way into a closed bedroom and flick on the light as Dean slips past you. It’s empty, thankfully and you lock it to be sure it stays that way.

Dean turns and lustfully drinks you in. Your lips are kiss-swollen and red, your hair beautifully tousled and chest heaving in anticipation. He still can’t get over how lucky he is.

“So do you regret this? Coming here?” You ask and Dean hungrily observes the sway of your hips, your legs, made longer by the ridiculous yet incredibly sexy heels and the way with each breath, how your perked nipples press against the material of your dress, as you saunter over to him.

When you’re within arms reach, he surprises you by pulling you to him, making you squeal in shock.

“I think you know the answer to that sweetheart.” Dean growls before cupping your cheeks and crashing his lips to yours. You moan at the intrusion of his tongue and thread your fingers into his short strands, pulling tight as he all but devours you.

He groans into your mouth at the feeling, pleasure boarding on pain. His hands grab and glide against your body before coming to a stop at the hem of your dress.

Dean suddenly pulls away, panting and pupils blown and you’re not much better.

“Now, there is something i’ve been curious about since the moment i saw you in this outfit.” Dean ponders and you tilt your head in faux curiosity.

“And what is that?” You play along, much to his amusement.

“Whether or not you’re wearing any panties.” You gasp as he roughly lifts your dress above your bare ass. His hands quickly smoothing over your pant-less behind.

“Oh you’re a naughty girl.” He chides playfully, and gives one of your cheeks a slight smack, making you inhale sharply and jolt into him. He soothes a large palm over the marked area before palming both cheeks and lifting you off the ground.

You quickly wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed, dropping you gently on the plush sheets. You stare up at him with a mixture of hunger and admiration, his eyes mirroring the exact same.

With his eyes locked on yours, he unbuttons his shirt enough to pull it over his head. The move is undeniably sexy and you clench your thighs together at the wetness rapidly gathering between.

He smirks at the movement and drops to his knees. His shoulders level with the bed and his head level with his own halloween treat.

You feel his hands on your hips before he pulls you along the bed and closer to its edge. You bite your lip and try not to blush as he parts your legs, pupils blown wide as he exposes you to him.

Your pussy is glistening and he can’t help but groan at the sight.

“Fuck. You’re beautiful.” He whispers, more to himself. Your mouth drops open and a sigh of pleasure escapes you at the feel his lips against the inside of your thigh. You drop your head back onto the bed, eyes fluttering closed as he repeats the process on the other leg.

“Baby, please.” You beg, each pass of his warm breath against your core, a torture you needed to end.

Thankfully he gives in and you’re crying out at the first swipe of his tongue against the seam of your pussy. From there on, he’s relentless. His actions hungry yet precise as he eats you out like man starved.

Your gasping and crying out in almost painful pleasure, your hand plunged deep in his hair, gripping and pulling as you grind against his talented mouth.

Dean’s moans and the lewd sounds of his mouth drinking in your wetness, have you coming apart at the seems in a mater of minutes. Your body convulses violently and your mouth opens in a silent scream as he continues to lap at the flood of your juices.

Eventually you have to push him away when you become too sensitive and fall to the bed, weightless and panting like a dog.

Dean crawls above you, rightfully smug and lips glistening. He kisses up your neck and jaw before reaching your lips and you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

At the feel of the rough denim of his jeans against your fluttering core, do you push him away and sit up, causing him to stand between your legs.

You look up at him through your lashes as you unbutton his jeans and he brings a hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb caressing your chin and bottom lip. You lean forward to capture it between your lips, swirling your tongue around the digit as you unzip his pants.

Dean’s eyes flutter at sight, his bottom lip captured tightly by his teeth.

“Fuck baby.” He curses as you roughly pull his jeans down his thighs, boxers in tow, exposing him.

He’s hard as a rock, red and leaking at his tip. Your mouth waters at the sight of him and you make room for him on the bed to lie down after he kicks off his bottoms.

Once situated, you crawl to a kneel between his legs, keeping your eyes on his. You slide your palms up his muscular thighs, making Dean’s breath hitch and cock twitch against his stomach. You waste no time in grasping his steely length in your small palm, your fingers just about wrapping around him.

A deep moan comes from him and his head falls back against the pillows as you slowly begin to pump him in your hand. His skin glides smoothly against the weeping head and you clench your thighs, desperate for a taste.

You lean down and wrap your lips around his silky head, moaning at the sharp taste of him on your tongue. Dean’s a breathless mess above you, his mouth hung open and eyes crossing as you guide your mouth up and down him just as your hand had.

“Baby, baby. You gotta stop.” Dean pants above you, making you release him with a pop and wide eyes.

He cups your cheek affectionately with a breathless chuckle at the concern on your face.

“I’m not gonna last.” He explains simply but honest and you both chuckle.

“C’mere.” He pulls you into his lap and gathers you in his arms, smiling in wonder up at you. You return his smile and cup his cheeks in your hands before descending on to his plump lips.

In no time you’re back to breathless messes and desperate for more. You’re about to remove your dress when Dean’s hands stop you.

He pulls away, his cheeks tinged pink and a bashful look on his face.

“Leave it on.” He requests and you smile wide, but nod in understanding. You push him onto his back and hover above him.

His hands instantly find purchase on your thighs, squeezing them lovingly as he takes you in.

Breathtaking.

Your hands wrap around his cock as you position yourself above him, lining him up with your entrance before sinking onto him slowly.

You both moan in sync as he stretches you. The position angling him to reach all your sensitive spots. You find purchase on his chest as you slowly roll your hips. Your mouth falling open in pure pleasure at the feeling of him fully seated inside of you.

As you pick up the pace, you fall forward onto him, meeting his lips in a desperate clash of tongue and teeth. At this angle Dean’s hands grasp your behind and he begins to thrust faster, harder up into you.

You cry out, breaking the kiss, allowing him to take over and reach that sweet spot inside. Each thrust hits its target with practiced precision and it isn’t long before you’re trembling in his arms as your orgasm washes over you.

White, hot electricity ripples in your veins and you cry out at the feeling.

“Oh, fuuuck.” Dean’s quick to follow, grunting loudly into your ear as his body spasms in time with the release of his seed deep inside you.

You fall limply onto his chest, as you both catch your breath. Thoroughly sated and spent.

Minutes pass by before you’re able to lift yourself and meet his sleepy gaze.

“So. How would you feel about making this an annual thing?” You ask him, a smirk already pulling at your lips. Already knowing his answer.

[jhoneybees]

Confession

Ahh!!! This little blurb is for @halieghhh it's so fun to talk to you and I really enjoy your company! I've got more blurbs coming out for more of my wonderful mutuals because I think it's going to be a tradition! Writing little fics for my lovely friends🥹💕

Characters: 50s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: Nothin' at all

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @another-identityofmine @i-r-i-n-a-a @theelvisprincess

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You love how Elvis takes you out on these little friendly dates, alone at the harbour sitting on picnic blankets and eating small finger sandwiches. He always seems to know all the things that you like.

Except one thing.

And that is that you like him, he doesn’t know you have feelings for him. You’ve been best friends ever since you two were babies and when you confess after he finishes his sandwich he almost chokes.

“Oh! Are you okay?” You ask in a worried tone, looking around to find the glass bottle of juice in the picnic basket as he coughs.

“I-I’m alright-” His voice, straining. Nodding with a weak thanks as you pour him a cup.

You rub his back, mentally kicking yourself for saying such a thing right after he’s about to swallow food. You avert your gaze, thinking and frowning upset with yourself but that soon goes when you hear a sudden low chuckle.

“What?” You question, looking up into his blue eyes that are the same colour as the water surrounding you.

You watch as he chuckles again, this time shaking his head, carefully reaching out to grab your hand. “It’s cute how you get all worried like that.”

Your heart skips a beat.

He smiles, seeing his eyes flick down to your lips. “I like you too.”

You gulp “...R-Really?”

“Mhm…”

A hitched breath falls from your parted lips as he leans towards you. Ever carefully using his hand to cup your cheek while he slides the other down behind your thigh pulling you to lay your head on a cushion. The anticipation of his pillowy lips pressing against yours killing you but he soon resuscitates you as he gives a gentleness that makes your heart kick against your ribcage. A kiss.

Something you’ve been waiting for for years.

You breathe in his clean and smooth cologne, shyly resting your palms on his chest. You sigh relieved at the burden you’ve been holding in finally fluttering away.

“Mm…”

He pulls away, Elvis’ warm breath floating over your wind chilled skin as he admires you. “Loosen up…” He tells you, quietly, his hand gliding over the curve of your hip.

Laughing as you begin to blush.

“Ya poor lil thing.” He coos playfully, pecking you once and twice before enveloping you in another love filled kiss.

[asnowfern]

Pride Of A Girl Dad

A/N: Day 2 of @cassianappreciationweek : Hair! I just absolutely love the idea of Cassian embracing his role as a girl dad and all its shenanigans😍💕 Cassian would absolutely rock the girl-dad hair, no?

Please enjoy the lil lighthearted drabble under the cut💕

As usual, Nesta hears them before she even turns the door knob. An unwitting smile forms when she surveys the sight before her — of her daughter and husband by the sofa.

Cassian is sitting on the floor with his back facing little Alea seated above. The little Valkyrie giggles as her grubby hands snaps yet another brightly coloured hair clip on her father’s head. The loud thud of it tells Nesta about the hurt the action had surely inflicted on the scalp.

Her mate notices her the moment she returns, of course. Hazel eyes snapping up to meet blue grey with a look mixed in equal parts of mirth and a cry for help.

“Look, mama!” Their daughter exclaims excitedly, tugging roughly onto a lock of hair and elicits a twitch of an eyelid. “I’m doing papa’s hair!”

“It looks great, baby.” She comments with a wide smile as she walks towards them, dropping a kiss on Alea’s forehead, then Cassian’s cheek. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Uh-huh!” She nods, not looking up from where her fingers have grabbed the last of Cassian’s free strands. She twists them and fastens it with a large red clip. She inspects her completed work — an assortment of clips and stickers adorned on her precious papa’s head, and nods in satisfaction. Alea looks up to explain, “It’s red! Just like papa’s siphons.”

Nesta’s heart melts in that instant.

“It looks just like it.” She agrees, “Maybe Alea can store some power in there too?”

Alea’s eyes widen into gems. “Then I can protect papa too?”

Cassian turns at that moment, his eyes impossibly soft. He tells the toddler warmly, “You protect papa all the time, baby.” He reaches out an arm and pulls Nesta in, enveloping his girls in a warm bear of an embrace, his wings cocooning the both of them. “Both of you do.”

The hug doesn’t last very long, about as long as it could with a wriggly toddler. Though the warm feeling in Nesta’s chest lingers until a flash of disapproval leaks from Cassian’s end of the bond. The space between her brows pull into a frown as she looks up into the slightly glazed look in hazel eyes.

Ah, bad news from Rhys then.

“Everything alright?” She asks afterwards.

He clicks his tongue in response. “Trouble with some of the Illyrian troops sent to train with the Darkbringers.”

“Go, I’ve got this.” Nesta reassures him, easily falling back to their mutually agreed arrangement on baby caring and work. She then watches with amusement as the little Illyrian begins to protest vehemently at Cassian removing the hair accessories.

“Keep them on! They protect papa!” She shrieks.

Knowing this is an argument her mate isn’t going to win, Nesta laughs wholeheartedly when Cassian returns later that afternoon with parts of his hair still sticking out in every direction, adorned with the protective “siphons” left by their daughter. She sneaks an opportunity while Alea wasn’t looking then, to kiss him deeply.

[idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy]

If your taking requests and are comfortable with it could you write World 42 Miles Morales x fem! reader

Reader has a neice that can't sleep so she puts some music on and dances around the kitchen with her neice in her arms and maybe Miles joining in until the little girl falls asleep

(if it isn't too much to ask but for the song to be rechazame and for skin colour to not be mentioned {I'm Slavic tho💕})

LATE-NIGHT DANCING - MILES 42

A/N: I meant to start writing this a while ago bestie! I'm sorry for the wait, mental health hasn't been treating me the best <3!

Song lyrics will be in blue!

BE PREPARED FOR: SUPER FLUFFY STUFF, SONG LYRICS, DANCING, AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF

It was 11:00 PM.

You agreed to babysit your little niece to snag a little extra cash from your sister.

This leaves you stuck in this predicament, her screaming refusing chants as you try to get her to go to bed. So you just give up.

Sitting her down on the couch, you reach for your phone to make a call to your boyfriend.

It only rings twice before he picks up.

"Yo wassup ma" He says over the phone with a smile on his face.

'I need your help" You groan in frustration. "I have been trying to get *niece's name* to sleep FOREVEERRR, and I can't!!" You start screaming, random rage hitting you.

"Damn, chill girl. I'll be over dere in about 15 minutes, you think you can survive that long?" He taunts, slightly chuckling at his own joke.

He think he so funny...

"Ok. Thanks, baby, see you soon" You say as relief washes over your body, knowing you were gonna have a pair of extra hands.

**TIME SKIP**

You hear a knock on the door and immediately rush to it, smile beaming on your face.

"MILES" you scream jumping on him. you knew he was coming you just missed him so much.

"Woahhhh, hey. Te extra��é demasiado ma, eres tan linda." He chuckles hugging you back

"Wheres *nieces name*?" He says looking around

"On the couch watching her tv" You direct to him with a stressed tone.

He walks into the living room and immediately she's jumping up and down.

"m-miless your hereeeee i miss you!" Even though shes very young shes very literate for her age.

"Yes princesa, im here. So now I need you to explain to me why you keep avoiding your bedtime when Auntie Y/N is trying to put you to bed..hm? He crouches down to her level, tilting his head to the side, with a little pout.

"jus not tired" she whispers pouting a little.

"I got an idea!" He stands up quickly, grabbing his backpack and pulling out his JBL speaker and his phone.

"You up for some dancing *nieces name*. He asks her with a huge grin on his face.

"dance!" She screams excitingly.

His head whips over to Y/n with a smug look on his face as Recházame by Prince Royce sounds throughout the house.

He picks up your niece and walks toward you "Trynna dance wit us ma?" He furrows his eyebrows in question

"Why not?" You say as you start giggling.

Ay, recházame Es que no puedo aceptar tu amor Ay, olvídame Aunque nos duela, hay que aceptar ese dolor

You start laughing when Miles grabs your hands and yall start to salsa, Its so hard to believe, A boy who kills people for a living is in your living room dancing with you and your niece.

Nuestro amor Tiene que terminar aquí Yo no quiero, pero es así Aunque me duele el corazón, oh

You gasp as he dips you real quick and spins you around. Your niece just jumping up and down, happy to be there.

"Damn Miles I didn't know you were the type to salsa" You tease

"Don't put me in a box" He replies chuckling.

Y entiende Entiende, corazón Y, ay, entiende Entiende por favor No, no, no, no

You pause when you don't feel the little presence of your niece.

"Where is-" Your words cut short when you see your little niece snuggled on the couch.

"Guess she couldn't take the heat" Miles jokes walking behind you to look at her.

You pick her up gently and walk her to her room, so she can be settled in her bed.

You shut her door behind you once you finish putting her to bed and step out of the room."

You sneak up behind Miles and hug him from behind "Thanks so much I really needed that" You say softly.

"You good, no need to thank me I'll do anything for you." He says resting his chin ontop of your head.

You can't help but crack a smile. You love Miles Morales.

THE END

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

language of flowers | 100+ followers event

welcome to yen's flower shop, aka my writing event to celebrate over 100 followers! build your own bouquet by picking a theme/prompt, character, and ending and i'll write a fic based on it ft. jason todd, dick grayson, bruce wayne event status: closed

info

followers, non-followers, anons, and non-anons all welcome!

i'll start writing on the 21st of december (my last day of exams)

i primarily write angst and x gn!reader stuff

you can send your requests through my ask box

i'll be updating my event masterlist when each bouquet is taken, so you can check that to see if somebody else has already requested it!

how to request

please pick one flower, one wrapping paper colour, and one ribbon!

if you can’t decide between two or more options, you can send them to me and i’ll choose

for hearts, you can send me the emoji on its own or along with your bouquet request

send in as many bouquet requests as you’d like! pls just separate them into different asks

also send as many hearts as you’d like! i’ll add all of my replies to this post so you know which ones have been asked

example: hi, can i get a bouquet of cleomes in pink wrapping paper with a white ribbon💗💖

full list of options below!

catalogue

flower | theme/prompt

purple hyacinth | regret, asking for forgiveness daffodil | new beginnings, moving on, reconciliation cleome | elope with me (historical au!) marigold | jealousy forget-me-not | do not forget me pink carnations | i miss you, remembrance, gratitude heliotrope | i am devoted to you baby's breath | sincere love

wrapping paper | character

pink | jason todd cream | bruce wayne blue | dick grayson

bows | ending

purple | bittersweet ending pink | happy ending blue | sad ending white | surprise me

asks

this is more questions for me, because i don’t really talk about myself that much on here but in case anybody wants to hear me yap. i would love to hear about your answer to the prompts too. ie if you send me 💕, feel free to tell me about your spotify wrapped too!

🩷| wips/fic ideas 💕| about my spotify wrapped 💜| other characters, comics, games, movies, etc that i like (you can specify if you want) 💖| favourite fanfic tags/tropes 💞| writing inspiration 💘| personal perfume recs (iykyk) 💝| favourite food 💗| i’ll expose one of my pinterest boards🫣 💌| favourite books

[amesliu]

Hiiii I’m the anon from before who asked about the clothes

first off I’m soooo sorry about the Taylor thing, looking closer they don’t even look that similar and your designs are very different. You’re a really accomplished artist and I didn’t mean to demean you 💕

second off, yessss id love to hear you yap about your thought process and steps you took to create her designs. They’re so beautiful.

third, I actually have an OC of my own who is a pop star. She’s very different from your pop!Annabeth but do you have any advice for creating her visuals? Just simple things like deciding silhouettes and color palettes.

thank you ames~

hey! no problem. i didn't think it was meant to be demeaning and i don't mean to go off or anything like that it's just hard to find a balance between setting boundaries for my own wellbeing and being understanding haha.

i'm currently writing a post about it! i'm adding some sketches to it too so it might take a minute.

in terms of making designs. i would back up away from the actual visuals to start. trying to find the design first is sort of putting the cart before the horse. i'd start with asking, what kind story is she trying to tell with the visuals? what functions do you need to consider? what kind of feeling does she want to convey? my big concepts like this almost always start with brainstorming on paper. i'll get into this with my post about the concepts i have for NR but i'll start a bit here too

here is an example for her album Haunted

Let's consider when she creates this album.

It comes out around the beginning of SPBH. She wrote the songs while dating Luke, breaking up with him, and then starting to become interested in Percy (again). It's a combination of love songs and break up songs.

So based on that what feelings are here in the album?

Well. There's a lot of heartbreak, a lot of emotional turmoil, but also the feeling of something new and good happening.

Okay now what do I want to convey about her?

I wanted to continue from her appearance in her F&A album. I want to convey innocence and vulnerability. The story of a girl who was once bright and starry-eyed who was changed by an experience that still "haunts" her.

So with that in mind...

She's looking back at shadows and darkness, as though she's still worried about it. But she's still sitting in a warm stream of light. The light of the end of the tunnel if you will.

With her clothes, I put her in a very simple flowy dress, a pink bow, and some converse. The colours on her clothes are baby pink and blue. Things that convey youthfulness and are almost child-like.

To quote Charli XCX: "An artist does not just create music, they create a WORLD."

Hope that helps!

[blueberry-ovaries]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG @malarkgirlypop literally missed you so much, and i’m sorry for falling off the face of the earth these last months, my life is one big ao3 author curse 🫠

LIFE UPDATE GAME:

🎧last song

Let there be rock - AC/DC

🖍️favourite colour

blue, love a baby blue or a royal blue

📚last book

good girl, bad blood

🎥last movie

race (the movie about jesse owens, I do love me a history movie)

🍬sweet/spicy/savoury

sweet. I am a sweet treat enjoyer for life

💕relationships status

still very much single

🌐last thing I googled

where to watch ‘judas and the black messiah’, because again, I love historical movies

💗current obsession

this game called tiny tower, i’m literally so obsessed, also township

🔮looking forward to

erm… finishing my new chapter of hiraeth after months 😰

NON PRESSURE TAGS: @mads-nixon @noneedtoamputate @liptonsbabe @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing @1waveshortofashipwreck @bast0gne

[celestialmazer]

Soft Toys by Mabs Tyler

Photographs by Gina Harris

Line illustrations by John Kingsford

Humpty Dumpty

Some finger puppet friends and the Red Riding Hood squad 🙌

Soft letters & numbers 💗🔤🔢

A duck and ducklings 🐤

Blue bird 🐦

A colourful caterpillar 🐛

And A baby sea-serpent 🥹

Selection of gorgeous cats 😻

A wise old owl and squirrel friend 💕

A kanga and her roo (!)

And a world where penguins and polar bears can be chilling together 😎

Just donated this book but had to take pics of my fave concepts for posterity and incase I ever wanted to attempt to make anything as adorable as what is within these pages 🥹 Hopefully someone else can enjoy it now and I've got a wee reminder here - seems she did a bunch of books like this, one of which is either the same or similar on https://archive.org/details/bigbookofsofttoy00tyle/mode/1up

More book credits and info inc some stitches below

[adddddiiii]

Hi! I'm Addi

Fandoms I'm in:

1. The Folk of the Air

2. The Inheritance Games

3. Harry Potter (mainly Marauders era)

4. Percy Jackson and the Olympians

5. Marvel

6. DC

7. Powerless

About Me:

My favourite colour is blue, as you can probably tell. I have a dog I adore 💙 and I'm pretty introverted but I yap quite a bit with people I'm comfortable with. I spend a lot of my time in my room, reading or just vibing. I would love to be a marine biologist one day.

Requests are always open! Also, if you wanna chat, I'm always available 💕

Thanks!

《Current Reads》 1984 by George Orwell, The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs

Masterlists:

◇ Marauders Masterlist

◇ Cardan Greenbriar Masterlist

◇ Ravi Singh Masterlist

◇ Miscellaneous Masterlist

◇ The Inheritance Games Masterlist

◇ Batfam Masterlist

◇ AUs Masterlist

◇ Kai Azer Masterlist

Anons: ❄️, 🦜, 🐞

[honeydjarin]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thank you for tagging me @commandercodys-wife 💕💖💕

Were you named after anyone?

I’m named after a book character. My middle name is my ma’s favorite author

When was the last time you cried?

About two weeks ago? I've been called both a cry baby and a cold fish so I'm not sure if I cry a normal amount or not 😔

Do you have kids?

Nope! And I don’t want them

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really. But I do have a habit of speaking in a tone that makes people confused about if I’m serious or not, which I guess is sarcasm adjacent

What’s the first thing you noticed about people?

Their smile! People are so pretty when they smile. Love to see people happy 🥰

What's your eye colour?

Blue green

Scary movies or happy endings?

Both! I love horror and I love romcoms. Not often a fan of movies that aren’t horror that end sadly though

Any special talents?

Not really. I’m sort of decent at a lot of things but not great at anything

Where were you born?

Florida

What are your hobbies?

Writing and drawing are the only two I’m somewhat consistent with. I like picking up new hobbies but never keep up with them (embroidery and crochet are my most recent failures)

Do you have any pets?

I have a dog! She is old and not very good at being a dog

What sports do/have you played?

So many of them! Soccer, basketball, dance, gymnastics, track/field, cross country, skating, lacrosse, flag football, badminton, color/winter guard, skiing… probably more!

How tall are you?

5’4”

Favorite subject in school?

In high school: bio. In uni: ecology and German

Dream job?

Wildlife biologist

Tagging @ghostofskywalker @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis @moondirti @groguspicklejar @sofasoap @managarmur @starboytech @wings-and-beskar @fives-girlfriend @cupofjoel @clonemedickix @corrieguards @saradika @starrrgazingbunny @suresnips

[vilandel]

Children's Masquerade

Now, I also got a grip on myself and made a post for @lyranova's Halloween event. Later than everyone, I know. I have a lot of wips to work through^^' But the posts of everyone else were actually motivating for me to write my own and I wanted to write more about my four Nozessa daughters, I thought that it was the perfect occasion 💕

@blackclover-emc

If you want, feel free to interact 💕

Characters: Vanessa Enoteca, Nozel Silva, Nymphea Silva, Valentina Silva, Lavinia Silva and Cassandra Silva

Relationships: Nozessa and their daughters

Summary: Before they enter the ballroom for the Children's Masquerade, family Silva is making last minutes adjustments and feels the excitement...

“Now, now, Cassandra. If you don’t stay still, I can’t bind this adorable bow on your dress.”

“But mama, I’m excited!”

“I know, Little Cat. I’m excited too. But your adorable black dress needs its silver bow to be perfect. It matches your little cat mask so perfectly. Now come, just a minute then you can hop around.”

Cassandra pouted, which was even more adorable with her black and silver cat mask, but of course she did as her mother asked. Vanessa giggled as she tied the silver bow around the waist of the black puffy velvet dress. For someone who adored black, her five year old daughter was certainly a very lively and even loud one.

“There, you’re ready for the Children’s Masquerade Ball,” Vanessa laughed, as she stroked the puffy sleeves and the silky but wild silver locks that just wouldn’t stay still. Cassandras hair will always be untamed. “Now, you’re ready, my little black cat. Oh, aren’t you the cutest thing ever.”

“Stop it, mama, you’re choking me.”

Of course she didn’t and Cassandra was only protesting for the form, as she hugged Vanessa back. Of course she did.

All of her daughters were big on hugs, after all.

Speaking of, hopefully the rest of them were ready as well. The twins were just three steps away, Nymphea checking for lose pale pink hair within the braiding hairdo Valentina got for today’s ball. Unlike her twin, Nymphea had decided to let her loose and a waterfall of wavy silver hair fell onto her back.

Her wonderful twin daughters were so different, not only in the hair colour, but also with their ball gowns. Nymphea choose a night blue gown, shoulder free, that flow over her like a waterfall, only held by a small silver belt, and that was embroidered with so many little silver stars. Valentina choose a wide amethyst purple dress that looked like a rose when she was turning around, with silver roses around her bodice. The mask they were wearing matched their dresses perfectly.

So different, yet so close and still subtly similar. Looking at them, it was hard to believe that they were only thirteen years old. Already thirteen… time certainly flew by. Only two years before Nymphea and Valentina would be old enough to get their grimoires and join the Magic Knights.

Vanessa smiled, thinking how Nozel was already slightly fearing that day.

Speaking of her handsome husband…

Nozel was to the stairs that lead to the ballroom, kneeling in front of Lavinia. Their eight year old daughter looked so adorable in her puffy rose pink dress, with the silver ribbons around her waist and the cute little silver bows at the bottom, plus the matching butterfly mask. But the blush on her cheeks just wouldn’t disappear.

Poor baby girl, she was always so shy, so a ball, even one especially made for children, was like one big journey into the unknown. Which was probably why her hair, the same rosewood as Vanessas, was in her usual pig braids, as a familiar comfort.

“Don’t worry, Lavinia,” Nozel said in a comforting tone. “You either remain with your mother or with me if it’s too much for you. Or with your big sisters if we aren’t around because of circumstances. And you also don’t need to join the other children for the ghost hunt game later on.”

“I know, papa, and I’m grateful. It’s just… will I be able to at least see that famous pianoforte?”

“You can even play on it, if you want I can make arrangements.”

“But… playing alone… in front of so many people…”

“I will play duets with you, if it’s okay for you.”

“You will? Oh thank you, papa.”

And with that, Lavinia hugged her father tightly. Vanessa was in awe at the view. Just another proof that Nozel was a wonderful father.

He looked so good in his new burgundy ceremony suit, inclusive one shoulder cape and the matching mask. It was simple, just a few silver Silva crosses embroidered here and there. Burgundy suited him so well and Vanessa wished once more that Nozel would wear darker colours more often.

Since he was wearing her usual colour, she had decided to follow his example and wear his for the ball. To be honest, Vanessa loved her new blue and shining silver dress, which underlined her curves subtly but perfectly and the matching mask was even more than comfortable.

“I can’t believe our tiny uncle managed to pull his idea for a children’s ball through,” Valentina giggled as her twin finished checking her hairstyle. “I mean, it’s a really cool idea, but the way he presented it was so chaotic.”

“That is uncle Asta for you,” Nymphea pointed out calmly, taking her twins arm.

Nozel stood up, holding Lavinias hand tightly. “Asta had the idea, as the Wizard King, but once he realized that the kind of ball he imagined needed so much preparations, he panicked. I thought Nebra gave him some lessons about organizing such gatherings.”

“Oh, she did, honey, and she was rather good at teaching that stuff, I know I learned a lot,” Vanessa laughed, still hugging Cassandra. “But Asta is a lovable idiot and thank goodness that Noelle and the others helped him making this idea real. Isn’t it so sweet? It is such a wonderful event for his debut as Wizard King and for all of you kids.”

“Mama, don’t cry please, think of your make-up,” Nymphea just said. And Vanessa had to admit that she felt a bit teary.

But it was such a great idea and her dear baby girls having fun made it even better. Plus, spending time on a ball as a family, all six of them? Vanessa just couldn’t say no. Usually, children under fifteen couldn’t only attend to balls under very complex circumstances no one cared to understand, but this event was especially for them.

“I can’t wait for the ghost hunt,” Cassandra grinned as she punched the air.

“I mostly look forward for the food auntie Charmy made,” Valentina replied. “I can’t wait to try her new pumpkin beignets.”

“I hope the dances will be diverse for the occasion,” Nymphea said with calm grace, but her shining eyes revealed how excited she was to do her hobby for a whole evening.

Lavinia said nothing, but the whole family knew how much she was looking forward to the pianoforte.

Nozel looked at her and Vanessa smiled back at him. Their daughters were definitely looking forward to this Children’s Masquerade. Despite Cassandras and Valentinas wild excitement, Lavinias adorable shyness and Nympheas royal calm, it was already very promising that their girls will have a lot of fun.

“Aw, look how happy we all are and for a ball even. This deserves a group hug. Come on!”

Vanessa would expected protests from at least Nozel and Nymphea, but they gave in like the other three without any resistance. Cassandras mask almost fell from her face as she was squeezed between Valentina and Nozel, but she giggled at it.

The family hug lasted quite a while, before Nozel coughed awkwardly. Right, it was rather unfitting for royals still. “We shouldn’t be late. You four go ahead. This ball is first and foremost for you and the other children.”

“Alright. Nymphea, you the queen of this sisterhood, you lead,” Valentina said with a knightly curtsy, like she so often did.

Nymphea seemed to think for a moment, before she actually took her twins hand with a soft smile. Valentina seemed stunned for a second, before she grinned back and took said hand. Then the twins each took the hand of their little sisters, Cassandra on Valentinas side and Lavinia on Nympheas.

Together, the four Silva sisters descended the stairs towards the ballroom, royally and easy going at the same time.

“I love our daughters,” Nozel whispered they observed them descending the stairs. Vanessa chuckled and put a quick kiss on his lips.

“I love them too, honey. We are blessed with our angels. Now, how about we follow them and see if we meet people we know?”

Nozel offered his arm and Vanessa took it with pleasure. This ball was already starting wonderfully in her books.

[incandescentsims]

Hi I’m Maggie and Welcome to my Simblr!

This is actually a side blog and any likes or follows will be from my main  @maggieincandescent

Here you can find my gameplay, edits, lookbooks and game/cc recolours. I’m mainly a berry sweet, maxis match gameplayer.

Every friday I reblog some of my favourite posts/edits from the simblr community #💕Friday Favourites

CC Finds blog

Faebruary ✧ MerMay ✧ Witchtober ✧ Hot Sim Summer

LookBooks ✧ CC Downloads 

Gameplay

BARBIE Legacy - RULES

GENERATIONS - housewife barbie ❀ business barbie ❀ pet vet barbie ❀ sea pearl barbie ❀ gymnastics barbie ❀ best seller barbie ❀ movie star barbie ❀ rock star barbie ❀ president barbie ❀ space barbie

BPR Legacy - RULES

GENERATIONS: white ♡ purple ♡ peach ♡ orange ♡ yellow green ♡ teal ♡ blue ♡ ?

BPR edits

Magical Mythical Creatures - RULES

GENERATIONS: vampire ꕤ werewolf ꕤ ghost ꕤ spellcaster plantsim ꕤ alien ꕤ mermaid

MMC edits

NSB Legacy - RULES

GENERATIONS: mint ✩ rose ✩ yellow ✩ grey ✩ plum ✩ orange pink ✩ peach ✩ green ✩ blue

NSB edits

“A 100 Berry Nooboo Challenge!” 

Nooboo Counter - 3/100

RULES:

The spouse of each generation will have an assigned colour. I will be following the colours from the BPR rules.

A minimum of 10 babies per generation.

At the beginning of each generation there will be a vote on the heir colours.

This will also be a matriarchy, only females are eligible to be heirs. 

gen 1 🌈 gen 2 ☁️ gen 3 🌈 gen 4 ☁️ gen 5 🌈 gen 6 ☁️ gen 7 🌈 gen 8 ☁️ gen 9 🌈 gen 10